[Sub's note: This was an assignment to write an erotic story about a fantasy of mine. I wrote it with kink.com's The Upper Floor in mind, a BDSM reality show set in an Edwardian "mansion", whose set I had just toured.]
I came home and the clothes were laid out for me on His bed. A short lavender silk robe and a pair of nipple clamps, held together by a silver chain. And a pair of black velvet stiletto heels.That was all. I looked questioningly at Him. He brushed off my unanswered question and said, "Put them on. We're going somewhere nice tonight."
I did as He asked, looking at myself in the mirror when I was done. The silver chain draped across the curve of my belly. I was completely naked, save for the nipple clamps and the metal piercing adorning my clit, both of which shimmered as they caught the light underneath the robe.
"Let's go." Sir was at the doorway. He was dressed to the nines, as if for a fancy dinner.
It was dark out, and we drove to an unfamiliar area and stopped in front of one of the most beautiful houses I'd ever seen. It was a massive Tudor-style mansion with a circle driveway and wrought iron gate. Sir rolled down the window and I could hear the fountain bubbling outside. He gave security His name and we drove in.
At the driveway, a man in uniform opened the door for me and I cautiously stepped out. Sir wasn't kidding - we were going somewhere nice tonight. Unconsciously, I went to wrap the robe around my body to conceal my lack of clothing, but Sir caught my hand. "No, leave it open."
I walked into the foyer with Sir, feeling completely exposed. The walls were lined with red velvet and my heels clicked against the marble floor. I caught the strains of a piano tinkling a few rooms over, and waiters bustled around serving h'ors de oeuvres to impeccably-dressed guests in suits and cocktail dresses. They didn't even glance at me when we arrived.
We weaved in and out of people until Sir found who He was looking for: the host, who greeted Sir warmly when we arrived. "Oh good, she's here!" he exclaimed, without actually introducing himself to me. "I'll have Eliot take you to the back room."
Eliot was a waiter who put down his tray and beckoned to Sir to follow him. He seemed nervous and avoided looking at me as he made awkward conversation with Sir. We took the elevator up two floors, which opened up with a ding to a modestly-sized room with much more modern decor: floor-to-ceiling glass walls with a sweeping view of the city. Like the rest of the house, the floors were marble, with thick stone pillars surrounding a small, white raised platform. The room was dimmed and a spotlight shone onto the platform.
Sir addressed me. "You, my dear, are going to be the star of the show tonight. I've arranged for a special private viewing of you tonight for the host's most esteemed guests."
Sir led me over to the platform. "Take off your robe and step onto the platform", He commanded, and I obliged. I felt like a prize on display. Eliot took my robe, still avoiding my gaze. Sir noticed Eliot's discomfort.
"Eliot, haven't you seen a naked woman before?"
"Y-yes sir. She's very beautiful."
"She is beautiful. She's my most prized girl. I'd like you to touch her."
Eliot's eyes nearly popped out of his head. "N-no sir, I think that's out of my job description." He laughed nervously.
"But you said she's beautiful. Come over here. Think of it as dress rehearsal for tonight's festivities."
Eliot paused with what he was doing and came over, nervous, beads of perspiration on his forehead. "W-where can I touch her?"
"Anywhere you like. Her job is to serve people like us."
Eliot cautiously reached his hand out and cupped my right breast, jumping with surprise as his hand closed around my soft curves. I stood patiently on the platform. More confident now, he let his hand wander to my nipple and slide down the chain, gently tugging the clamps as he went.
Eliot glanced anxiously at Sir. "She'll do anything I want?"
