Faye moved in with Jamie within two months of meeting him at a bar. Their attraction was instantaneous: he took her home and fucked her. He was fit, muscular and assertive: she was petite and submissive. He taught her a lot about herself, who she was, and what she was. He pushed her to the limit but she knew whatever happened he would take care of her.
In Faye's eyes Jamie was the epitome of handsome: 6' with dark brown wavy hair, big brown eyes, and olive skin. He worked in finance, which she knew paid well because they lived in a fabulous apartment in the Docklands, a highly desirable part of London.
Faye was an apprentice hairdresser, 18 years old, 5'1", with blue eyes and long fair hair, which she often kept in a ponytail. Her skin was bronze, smooth, and supple as she tanned regularly on a sunbed. Jamie told her she had sweetest little cunt that he'd ever fucked. She told him she'd never had anyone so deep inside her.
One day Jamie came home from work and announced that they were going to a Halloween party.
"I've got nothing to wear Jamie," Faye whined. "You should have given me more notice."
"This is what you're wearing baby." He handed her a box.
Faye opened the box and did a double take.
"W....what are these?" she breathed.
"You're going as my bitch." His face was straight, but his eyes twinkled.
"As...as your bitch?" She thought immediately of the two young slutty girls she'd seen the previous week at their favourite bar. They had been surrounded by a group of hungry looking guys who had referred to them as their bitches and one by one the guys had taken the girls outside. By the look of the girls' dishevelled state when they returned, they had received more than just a breath of fresh air.
"Start getting ready Faye, the party starts at 8pm. We can get food there."
She stared at Jamie with her mouth wide open. He pinched her lips together and grinned.
"Come on baby, go take a shower. Make sure you clean everywhere, and I mean everywhere," he paused. "I can't guarantee that you'll be safe tonight."
Faye's jaw dropped. It took some seconds for her to digest this information, but she knew better than to argue with Jamie when he spoke to her like this.
As directed, she ran a shower and cleaned everywhere in preparation for the party. He'd left a douche in the shower, and she trembled as she douched both her pussy and asshole. As far as anal sex went, Jamie was the first and only guy who had ever fucked her in the ass, and the thought of being ass fucked by someone else played on her mind. After the shower, she found the clothes he had bought for her laid out on the bed. There were only three items: a crop top made of black see-through netting; a pair of matching leggings, and a black studded collar. Faye stared at them.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck...." she said to herself repeatedly, heart racing.
She picked up the items slowly, inspected them, then put them on. First came the netted cropped top, which she pulled over her head and down over her small bust. She was a 30a, but the semi-transparent netting made her breasts seem larger. It also showed her nipples and exposed her tummy and new navel piercing -- a solid gold belly bar with rhinestone - which Jamie had arranged for her as a surprise three weeks ago. Next, she stepped into the black semi-transparent leggings, pulling the delicate material over her hips. Thankfully the leggings had a small protective panel at the front, otherwise she might as well have been naked as the material showed off everything, including her soft little bottom. She felt wicked, vulnerable, and excited. Lastly, she put the collar around her neck, and tightened it. Faye turned towards the bedroom mirror and had to admit that she loved what she saw.
"Are you ready yet, Faye?" Jamie called.
"I'm ready," she swallowed hard.
Jamie entered the bedroom and stopped. Faye could see his eyes widen as they devoured her.
"Fuck, baby, you look incredible."
Faye glowed and turned to show him her tight little bottom, raising an eyebrow at him. "So, what do you think of my ass?"
Jamie stepped forward and spanked her butt. "You've got the tightest little ass." She laughed; he always said that. He took her in his arms and kissed her.
Faye struggled and wriggled away. "I thought we're going to a party?" she grinned. "No funny business until later...."
"You look so fucking incredible...." he repeated.
"You're not so bad yourself," she giggled.
Jamie was dressed in a tight black shirt which showed off his muscular body, and snug black leather pants. He worked out at the gym four nights a week, and always came home pumped up and sweaty. Half the time, before Faye gave him his dinner, he gave her his own entrée -- a pussy full of cum or a messy face fuck - messy because Jamie came a lot, more than she could ever swallow. He wouldn't let her shower until after they had eaten. He wanted to scent-mark her: to get her used to the smell of his sweat and cum, so she understood that she belonged to him. It made him feel powerful; it made her feel secure.
Reaching out for her hand, he said softly but firmly: "Let's go baby."
Thirty minutes later they arrived at the party. The venue was an old warehouse. There was a large hall on the ground floor, where people were dancing and drinking, and music was playing throughout the building. Upstairs there were lots of smaller rooms, where people could get some one-on-one time. Everyone was in fancy dress, from Roman emperor to gladiator, from vicar to tart. There were vampires and goths, zombies, Egyptian mummies and skeletons. There were crystal decanters and glasses everywhere, silver platers with food on them, candles and old books, all placed for effect. Everything was beautifully laid out for a Halloween party.
