How do you feel about wearing a dog collar, thick black leather with a heavy sliver buckle and some kinky straps across your chest and over your shoulders (a belt shirt shall we say...) Hmmmm a pair of black knee pads, black shorts like biking shorts? (But no ass padding!)
This is what you are to wear to the costume party we are attending tonight...Me? I'm wearing a black leather corset. Thigh high black leather boots with spiked heels, short black gloves, a dental floss thin leather thong and of course we have 1/2 masks on to keep us somewhat anonymous.
We arrive at the party we are both kind of shy we are still not comfortable in our costumes, yet.
Back at home we were laughing and enjoying touching each other playfully teasing about who should be in control. But, it’s a little different now. Our Bravado in the privacy of our home has not completely transferred into the party situation. I lead you into the party by a black leather leash attached to your collar.
It only takes a few minutes to realize that nobody recognizes us. We are getting lots of great and encouraging comments about our costumes. Ladies in their fancy costumes stop me as we saunter in asking, "Pardon me Mistress, but does your dog bite?"
"Only on my command" I reply and yank a little on your leash making you heel at my feet. You look up and kind of smile at me. I wink back you know you’re in trouble now! There is no way I'm gonna let this opportunity pass us by...
As it turns out, we aren't the only couple going for the S&M look. There is a hot, hunky, dominant male with his gorgeous submissive female making their way towards us. The man comes up to me dragging his female on her frilly pink leash (very Poodle-like)...
"I like your dog,” he asks, “is he neutered?"
"Thanks" I say, "Oh no! He's a Purebred...quite a stud...are you interested?" my voice has taken on a sexy throaty quality. You recognize it.
“Uh Oh,” you think to yourself that’s the same voice I use when I really want you to enter me after one of your long agonizing teasing sessions. You think to yourself "Oh Boy! Now what is she doing?"
A circle of people has gathered quietly around us to watch.
I bend down and caress your face and whisper to you, "Be a good boy…make me proud. Listen carefully…make her come like I know you can. Do a good job and I might let you eat me out for this crowd." You lick your lips in anticipation. This makes me smile.
I stand up and reach inside one of my boots and pull out a riding crop the crowd murmurs...
You can't believe that I had that hidden in there and you never noticed!!! You have a little fear in your eyes but I wink again.
“She won't really use it,” you think to yourself, “its just for effect right? Right?”
The dominant male pulls his dog up and takes her frilly pink bodice off. She is now standing before you with only her pink garters, stockings and thong on. She has perky small breasts with unusually large nipples. You look back to me for permission and I nod my approval.
You’re immediately kneeling in front of her.
"Ok boy,” I seductively speak in your ear, “check her out sniff around and make her wet below the belt."
I hear the dominant male tell the poodle not to come or she'll be punished.
I pull you back and whisper to you "Sounds like a challenge, Baby! Make her scream..." I can hear a deep chuckle come from your throat. I give you slack on your leash and you are free to begin.
I watch as you ready her. I know how it feels but I have never seen it before. My thong is drenched already as I watch you so expertly tease and entice her. You start to stand up to suckle her swollen nipples but I whip you smartly in the ass just once. I pull the actual blow but man it sounds good!
"No! Down!!” I curtly order, “Start with her legs!"
You begin by rubbing her legs massaging them. The audience is enthralled watching as her head tilts back. You are definitely getting to her already.
Her master slides in behind her and reminds her not to come… no matter what!
You start using your mouth, playing around the edges of her thong; her legs are shivering from the strain. Her hands are combing through your hair both pulling you closer and trying to pull you away every time she feels her master’s breath on her neck and shoulders.