'Ah, nipple tassels and gloves,' she realised.
She carefully applied the tassels, delicately sticking them over her nipples, pulled her stiletto heels on before gently pulling the opera gloves on.
'Apart from the hood, I think that's it.'
She stepped back and stared at her self in the mirror. She barely recognised the two tone pink-black goddess staring back at her. Turning side-on she glanced at herself. The corset pushing her breasts up and out whilst the skirt just about kept her decent. She liked what she saw; she just hoped that her husband would be impressed.
She stepped confidently out into the bedroom. William turned to look at her.
"Wow!" he managed. "You look fucking incredible." Elizabeth smiled. "Darling, you should wear pink more often."
"I need some help with the corset but I think everything else is good."
"I think so." William replied as he began to sort the lacing on the back of the corset. Elizabeth gasped slightly as he began to slowly tighten the back. "That alright?" he asked.
"For the moment - let's see how we go as the night goes on." She thought for bit. "William, what are you wearing - you can't go in that." William looked at himself.
"Jeans and a shirt? Don't worry, I'll be alright."
Elizabeth started to wonder whether she was being set up for something but William was already holding her coat for her to put on. She accepted, William popped his on and then they were off. Elizabeth was pleased that their room was close to the front door. They were rapidly out of the front door and then off on the 5 minute walk to the club.
"Tickets please," the doorman said. William showed them to him. Elizabeth stole a quick look around. It had been a few years since they had last been here but it was always the banality of the situation that got her - outside everyone looked so, well, normal. The exact opposite of what the inside would be like. The doorman looked through William's bag and obviously satisfied they were waved in.
"I've got to quickly get changed," William shouted in her ear. "You wait here." He headed off and Elizabeth settled down and started looking at the other club goers. A six foot tall transvestite walked past.
"Good evening ma'am," she said as she whisked past.
"Evening." Elizabeth squeaked back. The sound of massive footsteps made her turn around. Coming towards her was a cat suited woman wearing what looked like horse hoofs raising them like she was trotting. She was also wearing a massive head dress and some form of head harness. 'Interesting,' thought Elizabeth. She just caught site of a couple wearing very little when she felt a hand slide around her waist.
"Hello gorgeous." She turned and looked into the eyes of her husband.
"Wow!" She looked him up and down. Black boots, shiny latex leggings and nothing else apart from a small black bag strapped to his waist. "We're quite a pair this evening."
"We certainly are and we will be even more so in a moment." He produced the latex hood.
"Shit, I hoped you might have forgotten that!" she smiled at him.
"Not a chance, it is too important! Please trust me though. My aim is for us to both have a nice time - just go with it but if you're uncomfortable at any time then give me the secret sign - you remember it?"
Elizabeth nodded and bent her head forwards. William gently eased the hood over her face and whilst keeping it out of her hair, pulled the zip down encasing his wife's head in the smooth, shiny latex. He then laced up the back, admiring the symmetry with corset beneath.
"Turn round," he commanded. Elizabeth did so. He checked that her magnificent pouty pink lips and ridiculous eyes were nicely framed by the mouth and eye holes. Satisfied he fumbled for a moment and produced a collar and buckled it around his wife's neck. "Look at me." Elizabeth did so. "You look fucking hot. Now let's go and get a drink". William clipped a lead into Elizabeth's collar and led her towards the bar.
They walked down a long, busy corridor towards the well lit bar at the end. Elizabeth felt as much as saw people looking at her as her topless husband led her on a short lead. The latex skirt swaying around her barely covered bottom made her feel sexy but vulnerable at the same time. They emerged into the crowded bar and, once again, she sensed several people doing a double take at them. Her husband squeezed upto the bar and mouthed 'G&T to her'. She nodded. A girl who was squeezed into a very short red dress tapped William on the shoulder and spoke to him. Elizabeth saw William nod and the girl came unto her.
"I've just asked your master and he says I can speak to you. I just wanted to say that you look incredible."
"Thanks." Elizabeth replied. "My master," the phrase feeling strange but comforting at the same time, "chose it for me."
"He has good taste. Have you seen yourself?"
"No."
"Here let me take you." The girl tapped her master on the shoulder, spoke briefly and then took the end of the lead from him. The girl guided them around the bar to an alcove which had a huge mirror at the back. Elizabeth stared at herself. This was the first time that she had seen herself with the corset done up properly and her hood on. She had to give it to her master. Her slightly protruding lips and massive eyes looked superb. She looked so unlike how she was that it gave her a release. She then noticed the collar. It had 'slave' written across it. A confirmation that, for the next few hours at least, she wasn't Elizabeth. "Do you want a photo?" The girl was talking to her. Elizabeth nodded. In the alcove an official photographer had set up. Elizabeth and the girl posed for a few shots, got the photo number from the photographer and headed back to the bar. "I'd better return you to your master!" the girl joked as she handed the lead back to William. Elizabeth handed the photo slips to William and got a G&T in return.
"Cheers!" They clinked glasses and sipped their drinks whilst surveying the scene.
"Time for a walk I think." William let Elizabeth from the bar and back through the bar. They then ambled through the club before coming to a door. William pushed it and entered. They found themselves in the games room. In one corner a dungeon master was providing demonstrations of rope bondage. In another, a naked man was tied face first to a cage whilst a lady in a red basque was whipping him.
They watched for a while and then, "Stand still," before Elizabeth knew what was happening she realised that a blindfold was being fitted to hood. Her heart instantly started beating harder. A ball gag was pushed into her mouth and attached to the other buckles. Her lead was pulled and she stumbled onwards. A hand steadied her, clutching her exposed cheek emphasising her exposure. She was pushed backwards, bumping into something hard, her hands raised in the air and tied up, her legs grasped and also tied down. She felt something around her neck, started to panic and then realised that it had gone.
'Shit.' Elizabeth suddenly felt frightened. Breathing hard through her ball gag she started to calm down. 'What's he going to do? she wondered. She tried to listen. She could hear the occasional cried of the man getting whipped along with the laughter of the dom. She could hear groans as well - was that from the rope bondage group? The groans were getting more regular and slightly louder and provided some distraction to the position she was in.
****
William saw the St Andrews cross and knew that this was the time. He blindfolded and gagged his wife and gently moved her over, tying her up to the strops. He then reached into his bag and pulled out a small sign.
'tease, caress and fondle'
He hung it around her neck. He wasn't sure what was going to happen but was intending to take full advantage himself if no one else was. He turned round to see what the increase in noise was. A girl had been blindfolded and strapped to a bench. Her partner was slowly working her tongue up the inside of the girls legs. William watched as the girl got more and more engrossed, her groans becoming louder and louder as the partner expertly worked their tongue around her exposed and engorged slit. As he watched two girls came up, one started playing with her nipples whilst the other one gently caressed her face.
One of them waved at William to come over but he turned back to Elizabeth, he didn't want to leave her too long and she'd probably been there nearly 10 minutes. Judging by the gasps of pleasure emanating from that direction there was little he could adda anyway. No one had taken up the invitation hung around Elizabeth's neck so he turned back to her intending upon taking full advantage himself. He crouched down and gently blew on her ankles. She twitched. He did it again. Another twitch. He reached in his bag for a feather and gently rubbed her calf with it. And then the other one. Suddenly he became away of somebody else. He looked up, the red basque lady had come over. She was gently brushing her riding crop against Elizabeth's breasts. Pleased that his wife was getting some additional attention he started to work his way up the inside of her legs. He saw a gloved hand start to knead her bottom. He could see that she was beginning to squirm.
****
'How many were there?' Elizabeth had been drifting into an erotic stupor with the regular cries of pleasure coming from close by. She had been shocked back into the present by first the faint touches on her legs and then the firmer touches on the breasts. Suddenly the tassels were ripped off and she felt a firm tongue licking around her nipple. Her bottom! Someone had grabbed her bottom. The tongue on her legs was getting closer to her thigh. Aoooorr. She let out a guttural groan through her gag. And then another one as she felt an additional tongue get to work on her other breast. Her nerves were tingling, she could feel the waves of pleasure beginning to rise.
That lower tongue was getting very close now. She felt the first rivulet of moisture start to run down her leg. And then another one. The tongue lapped it up. Suddenly she felt her arms and then her legs being released. Multiple hands held her and guided her and then bended her over. Multiple hands held her down and her legs apart.
That tongue again. Oh, it was so close. They flipped her. She was on her back now, her head hanging off the end of the bench. Hands pulled her legs apart and then she felt something warm. Something hard. It played with her, lightly moving around the moist landscape of her glistening clunge. Someone was fiddling with her gag and with a relief she managed to spit it out breathing in gulps of air whilst groans of pleasure shook through her body.
A gloved hand was playing with her nipples, then another and then suddenly the cock was plunged in. She gasped. It was big, far bigger than William but it was beginning to slowly pump in and out. Hands held her head and then she felt lips. She kissed them hungrily, appreciating the opportunity to work her aching jaw. The mouth left and was replaced by other one. This one kissed more aggressively - pulling her lips with her teeth. Someone was gently biting her nipples and still her legs and arms were being held out tightly to the sides.
All of a sudden she could feel the waves of pleasure start to rise within her and then she felt something being pushed into her mouth. This was familiar - her husbands penis! She let her tongue wash over the rapidly growing cock. The unfamiliar angle and the increasing frequency of thrusting left her struggling for control. Her husband and the massive cock embedded in her slit were now thrusting in time and guttural groans came from deep within her as her insides erupted. Her husband then unloaded into her mouth.
