She likes the feel of the leather around her wrists; she feels almost safer, closer to Him, just slipping those slight bonds on. She decides not to put on the collar yet, as it is not a public collar and she doesn't want to have to explain the collar to others who would not understand. She sees the silver anklet and smiles as it tinkles as she circles it around her left ankle, checking to make sure the clasp catches tight. She watches in fascination as the little bells come to rest on her ankle. She picks up the shoes one by one and slips them on. When each is on, she takes a deep breath and locks each into place. Slipping the collar into her handbag, she checks her appearance in the mirror one last time, then grabs the map and the keys and steps into the hallway.
Since the map was very detailed, Renna made great time to the party, arriving 15 minutes early. She takes the collar from her purse and slips it around her neck, buckling it under her hair. Unable to resist, she looks at it on her neck in the rear view mirror and smiles. With a few moments left, she closes her eyes, mentally preparing to walk into a stranger's home, dressed as she is. Now she can't delay any longer. She gets the invitation in her hand and leaves her purse locked in the car. She carefully gets out of the car, careful not to show anything pink.
At the door, she takes a deep breath and swallows, knocks and waits nervously. The door opens and a man stands in the doorway with his hand held out, barely looking at her. She hands him the card and waits as he looks it, then her. Without leaving the doorway, he turns to look behind him, waiting for some response to his silent question,
"Is she wearing the proper clothing?"
Apparently, he gets an affirmative because he steps aside and lets her pass into the house. She sees Him immediately as He is standing closest to the door, leaning against the wall to her left. She turns to Him and walks forward, stopping just in front of Him.
Letting Him take in the view of her in the clothing He chose for her, Sorenna stands still, her arms to her sides, her legs slightly spread, looking down at the floor. Without a word from Him, she turns slowly, so He can see her back. She feels His hands at the back of her neck lifting her hair. She hears a metallic click and knows He has locked His collar on her. His hands on each shoulder, she feels his breath near her ear as he whispers that she looks exactly as He imagined she would and is very pleased. Staying behind her, He introduces her to everyone present. She blushes knowing that each one is looking at her, judging her. He steps in front of her and raises her chin to look at Him. She smiles as he winks at her, snapping a leash on her at the same time.
He leads her to large comfortable chair and sits down. He indicates to her that she should kneel. Without a word or any hesitation, she drops to her knees, spreading them wide apart, coming to rest with her feet under her bottom. She places her hands in her lap and rests her gaze on the floor again. She waits while He looks at her kneeling before Him, then she hears Him tell her to relax while He has a drink. He touches her cheek, rubbing His thumb across her jawbone in a gesture of reassurance. She relaxes under his touch and rests her head on His thigh, wrapping her arms around His leg. From this position at His feet, she looks around the room at the other people present. She smiles, happy to be among them and able to watch them interact.
After several minutes, Renna hears a small bell. She untangles herself from Him as He stands. He picks up the leash and leads her to another room. Everyone else migrates in the same direction. In the room, everyone seats pretty much as they all were before. She only presses her cheek to His thigh this time, waiting for the next part of the evening with a surge of anxiety.
Trembling slightly, she feels His hand gently stroking her hair, the other rubbing small circles on her shoulder. Immediately feeling calmer, she stills and smiles up to Him, watching Him smile back to her. His smile causes flutters in her belly that have nothing to do with anxiety.
Sorenna hears a man speaking and reluctantly turns her attention to him. He tells everyone that there will be a competition. Each domanant will spank His submissive with the guests watching each couple. Dominants at the party without a submissive present will judge each spanking. The one with the most votes will spend the rest of the evening with His girl in the dungeon, alone or with an audience, His choice. He lifts his arm indicating a platform. On the platform is a structure that looks a great deal like a sawhorse. She notes the large cuffs near the bottom, to hold the ankles and clasps on the other side. She looks at her wrists and realizes that she is dressed exactly as needed.
She looks nervously around the room, nervous and so excited at the same time. She looks up at him, gives him a shy, nervous smile and then sits quietly, but not for long. To her embarrassment, she realizes that she will be strapped to the horse first. She bites her lip with the realization that she won't get to watch another girl before her turn.
He stands and pulls her gently to her feet with the leash, leading her up the platform to stand before the horse. He helps her position her feet for the ankle cuffs and he straps them on, pausing to run his fingers over the bells, making them tinkle, reminding her that she is His and He desires her to do this for Him, and that He is there with her.
She stands quietly as she waits for Him to gain the other side. He looks at her and smiles, indicating for her to present her hands to the clasps below. She slowly, carefully bends her body over the horse, placing her hands near the clasps. He attaches the clasps to her wrist cuffs. Leaving her with her hands and feet firmly attached near the floor on either side of the horse. She is acutely aware that her ass is prominently displayed and blushes deeply again, remembering the lack of panties.
Several moment pass, and from her position she can see nothing except the immediate area around her. She can see His shiny shoes as He circles around her, looking at her. He stops behind her and she feels His hands reaching under the skirt, flipping it up over her back, baring her butt totally. Renna feels the cool air on the suddenly uncovered flesh and feels her nipples harden, partly from the cool air, but mostly from the excitement she feels from Him, stirring excitement in her as well.
He steps back from her slightly and with no warning brings His hand down firmly on her ass cheeks, causing her to jerk and whimper slightly. After two more swats this way, her ass stings quite a bit, and she begins squirming to get away. Though it's useless, she tries anyway. He continues to rain swats on her bare ass, the pain blurring now to a seductive mixture of pleasure and pain. She moans and squirms as he spanks her, loving the feel of His hand on her, spanking her, not because she was bad, but because he wants to see her squirming under His hand. Her moans give Him pleasure, her now very red bottom looks lovely wiggling under His smacks to her flesh.
After continuing this way for many minutes, the spanking stops. Renna draws a deep breath, thankful that He has stopped. To her great surprise, she feels something very soft touching her tender bottom. He has slipped a velvet glove over His hand and gently rubs the hurt away, lightly stroking her ass with the glove. Her body is jolted as with his other, still uncovered hand, he places one hard smack on her cheeks, she gasps lightly from the unexpectedness of it. Gently stroking her ass with velvet and jarring her senses with His hard hand, He continues this way for several minutes, alternating pleasure with pain. Still running the velvet over her ass he sticks 2 fingers inside her pussy to judge her wetness. The 2 fingers are pulled out to glisten under the lights and he holds them up, proof of her arousal from the spanking.
Squatting near her hanging head, He pushes His wet fingers into her mouth. She licks and sucks her juices off, absolutely unaware there are other people present. He takes His fingers from her mouth and gently strokes her hair. He pulls her skirt back over her sore bottom and releases her arms then her feet. He wraps His arms around her to steady her and holds her chin up, looking into her eyes. He tells her He couldn't be more proud of her, and kisses her softly on the lips. Renna suddenly finds herself hoping against hope that He wins the competition. The dungeon sounds like exactly the perfect place to be.
At the end of the evening, she slips the locker key into His pocket, smiling.
