She reached into the box and felt something very soft and silky. It was a pair of thigh high stockings. Red in color with a black seam that would run up the back of her legs once on. She put them on, smoothing them up her leg and being sure to get the seam in perfect alignment. Next came a red shelf bra. She began to put it on and realized it was a few sizes too small, making her 34c breasts spill out of the top. It barely covered her nipples and it pinched the clamps even harder against her. If she breathed to heavily, she would fall out and her clamps could catch on the bra. Following the bra was a red thong, though it was sheer and looked very tiny also. She stepped into it one leg at a time and brought it up between her thighs to cover her sex. It would keep the bullet in her and not let it slip from her depths.
The directions for her hair and makeup were very detailed. Her hair was to be very wild and curled in large barrel curls. She was to tease it until it stood up and out from her face. Her makeup was more detailed. Her eye shadow was to be dark gray with her eyes rimmed in deep black eyeliner. Thick black mascara would finish her eyes. Her blush was to be red, and look like it was on a prostitutes face. Her nails and lips were to be deep blood red. She was to file her nails until they were smooth and boxy on the ends.
Then she was to be sure her perfume was thick and made her smell like the whore she was.
Her outfit over her lingerie was deep black and surprised her with its simplicity. But then she put it on. Her skirt was flared and only barely coveredher thong. It was very low slung along her hips. The top to the outfit had thin inch wide straps, and covered barely more then the shelf bra. It was see thru and it came to just above her navel.
With this outfit anyone could tell she was fit and trim. Her legs had the look of a runner and as you followed them up you could tell her ass was tight, round and sat just perfectly atop her thighs. Her stomach was flat and taught. It looked like you could bounce a quarter off it. Her breasts sat high and round and her shoulders were perfectly sloped down from her long swan like neck.
When she reached into the box the next item to be removed was a collar. It was half-inch thick and red leather. It had a Gold D ring in it that she knew from previous experience should sit on the rear of her neck once it was snapped into place. She knew her SIR would be pleased when he saw her wearing the collar. Her shoes were next, 5-inch red leather heels. The heels were so thin they looked as if they would snap when she took her first step in them. The only saving grace was the strap that buckled around her slim ankles. This slut knew she looked desirable, and fuckable. But would she please her MASTER when he saw her? Had she followed all the instructions as they were given? These thoughts ran thru her mind as she checked the time and realized she had less then half an hour to get to the room, and present herself appropriately.
Running down the steps, and out to her car she hurriedly started it and began the drive to her destiny. Turning on the radio an audiotape began. It was HIS voice, telling her that she was to now turn the bullet on low and let it bring her to the edge of her orgasm then she was to turn it off. This was to be repeated three times before she got to the Tree line Motel. She turned on the egg shaped vibrator and felt the desire build to her peak. She wanted so desperately to go over the edge but shut it off just in time. The buzzing ball of energy hit every nerve ending in her tight dark passage every time she turned it on. Three times she repeated this agonizing exercise, until she pulled in to the parking lot.
Noticing she only had 2 minutes until she was late, she ran to the door marked 16 and dropped to her knees. Spreading them and sitting as straight as she could she pushed her breasts out and knocked quickly before placing her hands behind her neck.
To be continued...
