Susan felt as if her heart would beat right out of her chest. The warm deep buzz of submissive arousal filled her, making her face glow and her stomach churn. Her mouth was dry and she felt light-headed, tense and nervous. Why? Why did she do this? But she knew the answer. It was what she wanted. It was what she needed...to be dominated and humiliated...to give herself selflessly to her Mistress...to please and serve. It was erotic and so deeply fulfilling. She could feel the dampness between her thighs as she followed her mistress.
The leather leash kept her within two steps of her mistress. She concentrated walking as instructed with hands behind her back, head upright, and eyes down. Her mistress' confident stride thrilled her...the short black leather skirt accentuating her mistress' firm athletic legs with tall leather boots clearly gave her a commanding presence. Her long dark hair blew lightly as she walked and her tight lace up leather vest accentuated her hourglass figure. Susan could not believe how lucky she was to be owned by such a woman as her mistress. Tonight, that ownership would be complete.
Susan tried to remember all that she learned in deportment. She concentrated on walking just two steps behind her mistress with head held up and eyes down. When her mistress stopped, she stood two feet behind her mistress and to the right with legs shoulder width and hands behind her back. This was Susan's first time in public with her mistress, and she wanted to her mistress proud of her.
Susan tried to remain calm and focus on her surroundings. A mixture of fear and excitement made her stomach churn. The smells of the old apartment seemed so ordinary. The poor lighting and dirty carpet were typical in these old apartment buildings in this part of the city. Susan hoped that no one would see her...a woman being led by her mistress. At least there was little chance of meeting anyone who would know her there.
Ms. Stanton stopped at apartment number 617. That was the apartment the local bdsm club rented for their bi-weekly meetings. Ms. Stanton knocked on the door...the sound echoing in Susan's ears. She quickly glanced to the side down the hallway to see if anyone else might open their door.
Susan heard the door security chain clink as the door opened a few inches. Someone looked out, closed the door, and then opened it again.
"Val, it's good to see you. I was wondering if you would make it. Everything is ready" a cute cheerful blonde said. She hugged Ms. Stanton warmly and led her inside without ever acknowledging Susan.
"Sorry. We are running a little late. I wanted to take a little extra time with Susan to make sure she was ready. She's a little nervous."
Susan's heart beat wildly as Ms. Stanton led Susan through the club's play area and into a smaller room with an ominous looking gynecological examination table. This was what Susan both feared and desired. This is where Susan would receive the final symbol of her status as Ms. Stanton's slave girl. In a few minutes, there would be no doubt to whom she belonged.
The table was made of padded black leather with multiple straps that could be used to restrain a submissive in any number of vulnerable and humiliating positions. Most foreboding was the stirrups. They were not what Susan expected. These were sleek stainless steel troughs designed to comfortably bend and elevate the legs. There were straps above and below the knee and one at the ankle that held the submissive's legs in position. The rugged design assured that there would be no escape once the straps were buckled in place. There were strange gears at the side of the table that Susan could only imagine were used to adjust the width of the stirrups. Susan feared how exposed it would leave her...her sex open and vulnerable to whatever was planned for her.
"Undress" Ms. Stanton commanded as she unfastened the leather lead from Susan's collar.
"Yes Mistress" Susan managed to say...her mouth dry and voice barely auditable.
Susan's hands shook as she unfastened the buttons of her pinstripe blazer jacket. Even as her mistress' slave girl, Susan was expected to maintain what outwardly appeared to be professional attire. Ms. Stanton preferred the classic elegant look to the slutty whorish look. However, it was what Susan wore or did not wear underneath that fueled her submissive fires. A short professional skirt without panties made Susan feel even more vulnerable than if she wore something more revealing. It kept her aware of her sexuality as she worked in Ms. Stanton's office. The thought of being discovered by a coworker kept her both frightened and excited. She loved erotic humiliation.
Susan folded her jacket neatly and placed it on a chair. Next, she slipped her blue cami top over her head revealing her firm breasts and flat stomach. Ms. Stanton smiled as Susan exposed her already erect nipples. Susan's devotion thrilled her in ways she was not yet sure she understood. She was not a lesbian, but yet Susan's devotion caused the butterflies to flutter in her stomach every time they were together. She also felt an intense desire to guide and protect Susan. What started out as a game had completely transformed into something else.
Next, Susan slid out of her short pin stripe skirt leaving her standing nervously in her stockings and heels. She had never before been undressed in front of anyone except her mistress. She glanced in the direction of the blonde. Susan noticed for the first time, the blonde also wore a professional pin stripe skirt and matching jacket. She guessed that she might also be an attorney. She was preparing equipment on a stainless steel tray in the corner. Susan did not want to see what was on that tray or even look at the woman.
Ms. Stanton gave Susan a look, and Susan slipped off her shoes and slid off her stockings. She remembered to stand with feet shoulder width and hands behind her back as she waited for her next command.
Ms. Stanton slipped her finger into the metal ring on Susan's leather collar, and led her to the end of the table where Susan sat. Gently pressing on Susan's shoulders, Ms. Stanton forced her to lie back on the table. Then she took each of Susan's legs and placed them into the stirrups buckling them into place. With Susan's bottom positioned at the very end of the table, Susan felt extremely vulnerable and exposed. Susan felt her face flush as she thought of how exposed she was in this position. Next Ms. Stanton buckled Susan's wrists into straps on either side of her head. And finally, she buckled straps across Susan's stomach and upper thighs. Each strap was firmly cinched leaving no room for movement of any kind.
"That's my good girl" Ms. Stanton softly said reassuring Susan that everything would be ok. She turned the gears causing Susan's legs to be slowly spread apart. Susan was fairly flexible, but soon she began to feel the tension in muscles on the insides of her thighs. She began to panic wondering how much further her mistress would spread her legs. She used all of her strength to close her legs, but the stirrups continued to move opening her legs and exposing her bare shaved sex. Susan desperately wanted to call out for her mistress to stop. She had to remind herself to relax and trust her mistress. She knew from the information she got online what to expect. She knew it would not take long to complete the final ritual that would seal her as her mistress' property.
When Ms. Stanton let go of the gears, Susan felt her panic subside just a little. However, with her legs spread so wide, Susan could feel the cold air on her exposed sex. She felt as though her legs were spread so obscenely wide that the lips of her pussy would be open further exposing her. Susan's face burned brightly as she thought of the spectacle she made. She accepted the fact that a slave girl was not entitled to any privacy. She was just not yet used to that fact. She also knew what the blonde was preparing.
Susan felt a panic rise within her again as the blonde stepped between her widely parted legs without even acknowledging Susan. Susan was torn between her desire to see what the blonde held on the tray, and the desire to look away. In fact, she already did know what the blonde held on the tray. She knew this would be her hardest test so far. She desperately wanted to make her mistress proud of her. She was resolved not to speak or call out no matter what the blonde did.
"I have a number of rings available" the blonde said as she held the tray up for Ms. Stanton. Both women stood between Susan's widely parted legs as Ms. Stanton studied the rings on the tray. The blonde held a couple up to Susan's clit to see how they might look once in place.
"Can I assume that you want a clitoral hood piercing?" the blonde asked.
"Of course"
"Vertical or horizontal?" the blonde continued.
"I think a horizontal piercing would look nice on this one"
