The big evening is approaching, and I'm sitting naked on Emma's bed, watching the most curious thing: Emma lacing Jess into a gorgeous leather corset dress.
It's a bit like watching a torture session where one person is trying to squeeze the other to death, with leather. I have to shake my head and wonder how Jess can put up with it, but then I drink in the sight of her and can't help but agree it's worth it.
The corset ends just above the lacy black thong peeking out from between her soft thighs, with leather panels cascading down her hips like gladiator armour. Her breasts are similarly exposed, resting like prized jewels on black satin sewn into the top of the corset. Waiting to complete the outfit are knee-high black leather boots with terrifying steel stiletto heels.
Emma is already dressed in a delicate dress of leather straps - just straps, no material - that looks more like the bones of a dress rather than the completed outfit. The leather straps contour around her breasts forming a tight cage, emphasising her jewelled nipple piercing. My eyes can't help but drift down to her exposed pussy where - yup, there it is - the matching clit piercing. The skirt clearly has metal reinforcing the leather so it forms a beautiful bell shape around her. She's done her blond hair into golden ringlets that complete her Lolita sex doll look.
I can't believe how quickly they've transformed into these sex goddesses; it's actually slightly intimidating. I have no idea what I'm going to wear, and if I'm honest, I'm trying not to think about it. Jess is probably in the mood to send me naked for ditching them at the spa. So, I sit quietly and try not to draw too much attention to myself.
With a final pull, the corset is knotted into place and Jess turns to face me. She is the picture of a sexy Goth warrior; her smoky eyes daring you to try your luck. My mouth goes dry under the intensity of her look.
"Your turn Fluffy. Come here," Jess points at a spot in front of her, her blood-red lips stretching into a wicked smile.
I'm trembling by the time I'm standing in front of her; my legs squeezed tight to hide how embarrassingly wet I am from admiring them. Both women start circling me, twisting, and pinning my hair up, lightly dusting makeup on my face and lips. And then the jewellery comes out, and I notice a familiar piece and blush.
Jess is pinching my nipples and tightening the intricate wire 'flowers' onto them. They are the ones Ryan had tried on me days ago; the golden metal creating familiar swirling patterns that draw the eyes to my dark pink nipples. I shiver as the cold metal touches my skin, holding back a giggle as the thin chains connecting them tickle my stomach as I move. I feel a warm glow knowing that Ryan picked this out for me to wear tonight.
"Don't get excited, this is just part of the outfit," Jess admonishes me as she clicks a thin matching metal chain collar around my neck.
Next comes a microscopic crimson silk thong and sheer thigh-high stockings with a lacy detail at the top. And before I can wonder how these stockings are going to stay up all night, Jess starts threading an intricate set of thin chains from my neck, and around my waist, until she finally uses clips on the hanging chains to attach to the lacy pull-ups.
Jess spins me around and I finally get a glimpse of myself in the mirror. The chains are like a gossamer golden web across my body, as I move the shimmering reminds me of light refracting through beads of dew in a spider's web.
My hair and make-up are artfully done to seem as if I have none on - except my eyes look bigger, my skin more glowing, my lips flushed with colour, and my hair curling in all the right places - it's like magic. I'm speechless.
"I think she likes it," Emma teases and I feel the bell of her skirt brush against the back of my legs as she leans into me. I feel her click something to the back of my collar before cool metal makes an icy trail down my back and tickles the top of my ass when I move.
"Time to add the gift wrapping," Jess says, shaking out the silk dress we bought together a lifetime ago. We share a look as we remember that moment in the dressing room where we'd shared our first sexually charged encounter. The dress is
perfect
for tonight.
As the cool silk settles against my hot skin, I playfully move from side to side watching the skirt swish, remembering my fantasy the first time I put it on.
Hold on a second...
Jess laughs, "Yes I had the dress altered slightly, it was far too conservative."
My eyebrows go up at the understatement. I take in the full set of changes: the low V-neck now comes to just above my belly button; the bodice is tighter making it very obvious my nipples are hard; the back of the dress dips so low that the top of my ass crack is visible; the skirt has been slit down the middle in the front and the fabric gathered to look like pleats, but as I walk it opens to reveal a peek at my stockings, chain garter belt, and oh yes, my silky thong! My face is suddenly competing with the colour of my dress.
I didn't think it's possible, but Jess's evil smile gets more dreadful as she steps forward and adjusts the neckline to make sure my breasts are out on display, and the chains arranged to hold it open. "Perfect. Now we're ready to leave."
I have a moment to wonder about the fox tail and where that is, then I close my eyes and take a big shuddering breath; am I really going through with this evening? The taunting look in Jess's eyes decides it for me; I grab my high heels and walk out the door.
*****
Jess has volunteered us to help with the welcoming committee - whatever the hell that is - so we head out early. Plus, it's a good excuse to make sure the men don't see us until the outfits are complete. I want to laugh at the sight of three knockout sexy women walking down a smoky flame-lit path, and when your eyes pan down all that deliciously exposed flesh you see... hiking boots. Practical, muddy hiking boots. Love it. Once we've safely ducked into a side door of the Lodge, the footwear is swapped out and we are ready to get started.
As I step into the reception area, I can't help but gasp. The space has been transformed into an enchanted forest: fairy-lights are woven into plants, trees, and driftwood to create an elegant balance with the furniture in the room.
And if you follow the sculpted pathway you end up in the hall. It's almost possible to forget this is a BDSM club until you notice the unique features of the furniture. Elaborate banquet tables are scattered as feature pieces throughout a woodland wonderland of artfully hidden nooks, comfortable seats hiding restraints, and well disguised sex equipment for more ... energetic fun. If you look up you can see huge spans of cloth hanging from the ceiling in shimmering dark greens, acting as fluttering privacy screens.
"Close your mouth Fluffy, or someone might be tempted to put something in there," Master Colin teases, as he walks up to join us.
It takes me a moment to recognise him as I take in the elaborate brocade, black velvet coat with gold embroidered detail; a matching gold waistcoat; tight black velvet leggings ending at the knees, followed by white stockings; and a white lacy cravat. In short, he looks like he's stepped out of a French royal court from the 18th century! A simple white wig and velvet slippers complete the ensemble.
I can't help myself, with a cheeky grin I grab the edges of my dress and try for an elegant curtsy, murmuring, "Of course, my Lord."
I rise back up to his appreciative laughter and a very appraising look. "Jess, the high slit down the middle is inspired; I might suggest all the ladies of the Court start wearing this fashion," he adds drily.
And that's when I realise, in pulling my skirt aside to curtsy I had of course also given him an uninterrupted view of my tiny thong. I hastily let go of the skirt, my familiar blush turning my skin to fire.
"How on earth did you find the right shade of red to match her blush?" Master Colin teases, to much laughter from Jess before he nods and heads off to supervise the final touches.
"Showtime! We need to take our places," Jess purrs, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards a log seat by the fireplace.
She arranges her dress carefully around herself; with the fireplace light adding the final touch of menacing light dancing off of the dark leather. Jess looks like a demon seductress waiting for her first victim in the forest.
She leans over to grab something under the seat, and the fluffy, glossy auburn fur tells me exactly what it is. A pulse of excitement rushes through me at seeing it again.
"Guests are going to want to greet the Fox so we'd better get you ready," and with a gentle but firm touch, Jess pushes me to my knees and starts weaving what looks like fox ears into my hair.
Next, she clicks a long leash to my collar and pins it to her corset. And then finally she holds up the beautiful tail and with a cheeky grin wiggles it at me and I finally get a clearer look at the metal bulb at the end. I frown as I try to figure out how that's going to attach to the dress, and then it hits me; it looks remarkably like a... oh god, no!
"Bend over and show me your ass."
I stare at her in horror as I see a group of people walk in.
"You can walk away from this at any time Fluffy, and we can just have a fun evening with no pressure," she says softly to me.
I'm breathing too fast, and I can feel my head getting lighter. What do I want? What do I
