The next few days passed in the same manner. She would come out and open the cage and allow me to shower. She would have food for me to eat and started to allow me to sit at the table, always in my collar and a clean thong. She told me she enjoyed seeing my body on display and I was expected to groom myself by shaving everywhere. She had her own in-home gym and I was instructed to work out for an hour to maintain my figure and muscle tone. I was told if I broke a rule I would be spanked. If I willfully ignored a rule she would beat me. I was a model "pet" for her. Every day she would fuck me senseless, but she would only ass fuck me every few days to let me recover from it. The black eye she gave me was beginning to fade and it was a Friday afternoon when she told me that we would be going out for the evening.
After my afternoon workout, she sent me to shower again. When I exited the bathroom she had a small black thong in her hand for me. She gave it to me and I put it on without a word. She walked around me slowly until she faced me again, smiling at me as she looked me up and down. She placed her hands on my hips and pulled me to her and I offered no resistance at all. She looked up at me and kissed me long and hard and I returned her kiss. Her hands slid from my hips to grab my ass and squeeze it. She smiled again at me when she broke the kiss and released me. She walked over to the closet and reached inside, her back to me. When she turned around she was holding a one-piece black leather outfit. She knelt down and helped me step into it, pulling it up my legs, over my hips and up my torso. It zipped in the back and had a high collar. She reached inside it from behind me and massaged my breasts as she "adjusted" them. Once she zipped it up, I was completely encased in tight black leather that showed off all my curves from my ankles to my wrists to my neck. She had black high heel boots in my size and she assisted me in putting them on. She walked around me slowly again and smiled as she traced her fingertips over my stomach, hip and back. She instructed me to go put my hair in a ponytail and then return to her promptly.
I fixed my hair as I was instructed to do so by her and walked back out to her after seeing my own reflection. The outfit was tight and a bright, shiny black. I was 6ft tall in the heeled boots she had me put on. They came up just below my knees. They were also a shiny black in color. She smiled at me as she held up a leather hood. She instructed me to kneel which I did and she slipped the hood over my head. She adjusted my ponytail and zipped the hood on. The hood had eye, mouth and nose holes as she fixed it into place. My collar was on me and it was slid down just a bit to cover the neck of my outfit. She walked me over to a mirror in the bedroom and stood beside me looking me over. She then sent me back into the bathroom to apply some "whore red" lipstick which I did. She instructed me to kneel on the bedroom floor when I returned and she walked out.
She walked back in a few minutes later wearing black suit pants, a black blazer over a white dress shirt that was buttoned up. She had on black dress shoes and a leash in her hand. She placed the leash on the bed and walked over to the dresser where she pulled some cuffs out of a drawer. She returned and pulled my arms behind my back and cuffed me. She walked back and looked at me and told me that something was still missing. She then smiled, returned to the dresser and walked back to me holding the ball-gag. Bright red in color. She didn't even have to tell me, I tilted my head back and opened my mouth as she inserted it and buckled it in the back. She attached the leash and tugged once for me to stand up. She walked out of the bedroom, tugging me along behind her.
She led me through the house, in my leather gimp suit all cuffed, collared and gagged out into the garage where I had not been allowed to go into as of yet. She opened up the passenger door of her SUV and I stepped up and in. Once seated she released my leash from the collar and secured the seat belt around me. She then walked around and got in and opened the garage door. It was early evening by now as she pulled out and began driving. We drove for probably 20 minutes ending up in an area of the city that had a lot of warehouses and shipping-type businesses in it. I, of course, sat there silently being gagged and she was not inclined to tell me where we were going anyways. She pulled through an open gate and parked outside of a warehouse and got out. She opened my door, removed the seat belt then clipped the leash to my collar and gave a little tug. I exited the vehicle and she closed the door and then began tugging me along her up the ramp and to the door.
We walked through the open door and through an empty warehouse to the back. She led me up some stairs and I could hear the music. Another set of doors followed by a hallway that was dimly lit. A large black woman was standing outside another door with a chair. She stood up and smiled at my owner. She looked at an iPad for what I guess was an invitation list then opened the door and allowed us inside. The lights were flashing with dimmer lights around the room on the top and bottoms of the walls so you could see your way around. There were a lot of people already there, dancing, mingling and at a bar. I was led along the edge and I was glancing at the crowd. There were a lot of black women that I could see dressed up in suits and dresses. And several of them had a white woman on a leash with them. As we got about halfway around the dance floor along the wall passing tables of groups and couples, my Master turned to me and pulled me close to her by the leash. "This is a club where white women are pets my fat cow. This is where you belong. To be shown off as an owned pet. And you fit in perfectly."
The harshness of her statement immediately made my eyes tear up. I was humiliated at being dressed in a gimp suit. My jaw was aching from the ball-gag having been in for so long. My arms ached from being cuffed behind my back, the cuffs cutting into my wrists some. And now to be led to a club where white women were openly shown off as sex slaves and property...something in me finally broke and I understood that she owned me completely. I looked down at my feet and she laughed. She lifted my chin with one hand and told me "Now you understand. You are mine completely. I own your body. I own your mind. All of you."
She proceeded to lead me about, weaving between people on the dance floor. As far as I could see, none of the other white women/slaves/pets were cuffed and gagged like I was. I was the only one made to wear a gimp suit complete with a hood. We went back and forth through the crowd, her showing me off until we finally went to the bar and she ordered a drink. The bartender told her that the club owner was wanting to meet with her and my Master smiled and nodded. Drink in hand, she pulled me along on the leash to the back of the club and through a door and up a set of stairs. We came to another door that she knocked at and could hear a muffled "Enter" from behind it. She opened the door and led me inside a spacious office. There was a big window on the right that looked out over the dance floor and bar. A large black leather sofa was against the far wall. There were a couple of nice chairs in front of a large desk and a large black woman was sitting behind the desk, leaning back with a smile on her face.
"So you finally got yourself a new plaything I see!" she greeted us. My Master smiled and told me to turn slowly for her. I walked in a small circle as she leaned forward looking me up and down. "May i?" she asked my Master. She unclipped the leash from my collar and sat down in one of the plush chairs in front of the desk. "Come here pet" the club owner told me. I walked around the desk and she patted her lap. I turned and sat down across it. This woman was probably in her fifties and had big arms, big breasts, big legs, everything. She was a solid 6'2" and probably 300lbs. She reached around me and pulled me even closer on her lap. She looked at the ball-gag in my mouth and then at my Master who nodded. She chuckled as she unbuckled it and dropped it on her desk.
