Daphne shuddered visibly. It was hard to believe that she'd allowed him to dress her up like this in public. She felt like she was naked. Every inch of her flesh felt like it was covered in goose bumps while a swarm of butterflies were migrating between her throat and stomach so frequently she was sure she would vomit soon. "That's a good Kitten."
His voice was cold and condescending but the shivers it sent of up and down her spine were mostly lustful quivers. There was an anger that he would treat her like this and fear that he might do something worse but the predominate emotion was lust. "Why do I have to do this?" She felt so helpless in the clothing he had graciously allowed her wear to his silly Magic tournament.
"Because you're a good girl." Arthur said without looking up from his cards. He was probably the only person in the room who's eyes were glued to her mocha colored skin. Of course that was probably his plan. He was the type of man who liked his trophies and liked putting them on display so others could see what he'd accomplished and normally Daphne enjoyed it as well. Nobody else had ever treated her like something to be proud of instead of just a hanger on to be tolerated. He was actually proud of her so she tolerated the indignity of being dressed up like some kind of trollop for his friends. "Now go get me a drink."
The box of beers was in the car which was just outside the comic shop they were in but it meant she was going to have to climb and squeeze past at least a dozen males all of who had been eye fucking her since she walked in the room. How could they not she was wearing a short skirt that didn't quite come down beneath the delicious curve of her ripe rump. Beneath it was a pair of bright yellow panties that did more to call attention to how short the black skirt was than to give her any sense of modesty. Fishnet stockings extended to mid thigh out of a pair of knee high stilettoed boots that set a steady rhythm when she walked. To top it off Daphne's generous cleavage was forced into a nearly transparent halter top that stopped about a hand's width shy of the low slung skirt leaving her flat belly and pierced naval on display.