I am going to take you to the Sally and Mike, an underground club, its name chosen for its initials. I dress you Myself. My warm hands caress your white neck as I put your collar on you, and I bite you hard to leave a mark, My warm tongue leaving a cold spot as My juices linger on your skin. you put your hands over your head and I slip a tight black formfitting semitransparent shirt over your breasts, as your kneel in front of Me. you can't resist the opportunity to kiss the bulge in My pants, and I can't resist touching your breasts and skin as I put your shirt on you.
I suck each nipple and put on your nipple clamps with the chain before I pull your shirt all the way down. you will appear almost naked under the blacklights with your white skin in that shirt.
I cuff your wrists, and fasten them together in front of you with a lock, putting the key on My dog tag chain around My neck.
I pull you to your feet by your collar, and help you into thigh high fishnet stockings. I run My hands up and down your legs and feel your bare, shaved pussy, playing with your lips, testing you to ascertain your wetness. I put My fingers in your mouth and you suck them clean.
I help you into a short flaring skirt, with you sitting on the bed, and crawl on top of you, your legs spreading eagerly around Me, while you protest that you don't want to be late for the club. I am hard, excited by all the touching and the obvious response of your pussy, and I thrust hard into your willing cunt. I tell you that I am testing the outfit for accessibility, and after a few short movements back and forth, staying deep in your cunt, I pull out and tell you to stand up and bend over onto the bed. you move quickly, and I take your response to indicate that you love being bent over and fucked.
I flip your skirt up easily, and note that the outfit has the proper elements, as your ass is mostly exposed automatically when you bend over. The skirt rises high enough with you bent over the bed to not interfere with fucking your pussy.
I strap your black high heeled shoes onto your feet, bringing your ass to the proper height. I smack your ass and you wriggle, inviting more. I spank you hard and launch into a full fledged spanking until you are whimpering and your ass is bright red with purple welts showing through. you never ask Me to stop, although it is obvious you were in a lot of pain, as you continue to whimper after I stop for several minutes. I come around the bed and stroke your head, and you eagerly and slavishly suck on My fingers, looking up at Me. I love you when you look at Me in this way, I think to Myself.
I attach a leash to your collar and help you into your overcoat, and we leave for the club. When we get there, I take off your overcoat and leave it in the car, and lead you on the leash into the club from the parking lot. you get a few admiring looks from the queue at the door. The ticket seller comments appreciatively on your outfit, crudely querying Me on your possible availability. I suspect that someone groped your pussy while I was paying, but you have never admitted it.
I leave you in a press of bodies at the edge of the dance floor, in order to get us drinks. I return for you several minutes later, and you seem out of breath, the skin of your breasts and throat flushed red, visible through the sheer fabric. I look at you but you say nothing, and I give you the double White Russian. you drink it with two hands, as your wrists are still locked together. I notice a bite mark that I don't remember on your breast, and make a mental note to punish you later for your reticence. It will be more erotic to force the admission from you with the whip and wax than interrogating you now. you finish your drink quickly, while I drink My coke.