Alanna shook with nervousness as Master led her into the mansion by the leash he had affixed to her collar.
It was Saturday night and he was taking her to a party, but she had to follow strict orders about everything. Although Alanna still slept on the mat at the end of Master's bed and he still called her pussy, and the plug with the tail was still hanging down between her legs right now, she knew that this party was both a reward and another test. Ruining things for him here tonight could result in much more than Master's disappointment and punishment of her.
No matter what anyone said, she must not speak without Master's permission. No matter what anyone did, she must allow it unless Master said otherwise. He had told her that she would not be the only Repiban woman here tonight. There would be others. She was not allowed to speak with them at all.
She was wearing a gorgeous gown of deep purple and royal blue, which made her creamy skin glow, especially the swells of her breasts where they were pushed up by the tight bodice of her dress. Alanna was still not entirely comfortable with the clothes that Master had bought her, and was nervous about being here at a party where other people could see her. But she had to admit that when she'd seen herself in the mirror, with the full skirt, narrowed waist and plumped breasts, her hair piled and pinned on top of her head with only a few curls coming down, that she had never looked so beautiful. Ms. Bliss had helped her with cosmetics, enhancing her features.
In fact, as one of Master's employees, Ms. Bliss was here tonight, looking beautiful in a pink gown that had sparkles all over it. Her hair was down. In fact, Alanna realized as she looked around the room, most of the women had their hair down. She caught a glimpse of a woman with her hair up, and then saw the collar that was clasped about that woman's neck. That's when Alanna realized that her hair was piled in order to display the collar. She bit her lip, disliking that she was marked out as different from most of the other women in the room. When Ms. Bliss caught her eye and smiled at her, nodding a greeting, Alanna nodded back and then lifted her chin. She had chosen to be with Master and she would wear his collar and leash with pride.
David was watching his slave carefully, alert to any nuance that might cause her to misbehave. He would whisk her out of here if he had to, hopefully before she could do permanent damage, but either way it would look bad. Bringing her here tonight was taking a risk, but she had been very well behaved for the past few days and he couldn't do an accurate test of his control over her without taking her out of her comfort zone. Curtis was sure to push her on Monday and so he needed to push her now, in an environment that he had more control over.
The saucy tilt of her chin amused him. That was the Alanna he cherished. Realizing that she was dressed slightly differently and daring anyone to think less of her for it. When he stopped to actually talk to some people, her chin went back down again and she remained quite close to him. Keeping her leash firmly in his hand, he wrapped one arm around her, curving his arm around the slender waist of the corset. Feeling her Master surrounding her, Alanna relaxed.
Her tension ratcheted back up when one of the admiring young men in the group ran his finger over the top of her breast. David had not warned her that, in public, any skin showing on a collared woman was fair game for others to touch. At a private party like this, mere touching of exposed skin could always lead to other intimacies as well. Demagon was quite open about sex and there was no stigma attached to sexual displays in public as long as you weren't opposed to others joining in. It was the complete opposite from the culture Alanna had been raised in. She shot an appealing look up at her Master, confused, frightened that she would be punished, and rather mortified that someone other than him was touching her, and Master just stared her down. Alanna bent her head.
"Quite lovely, but not used to being in public?" The young man asked. His finger followed her neckline, which dipped dangerously close to the pinkness surrounding her nipple, and Alanna's breath caught as he rubbed her flesh.
"This is her first outing," Master said.
"Ah," another woman in the group said. "She so shy, I'd wondered. Have you seen Lyle's Cassandra?"
"No, we just arrived," said Master. The group parted on one side and Alanna peered through their bodies and gasped in shock. There was a blonde woman there on a leash, just visible across the room, wearing nothing but a bodice which did nothing to cover her lower parts or her breasts, although it did push the swell of her mounds up as though they were being presented on a platter. The man holding her leash was watching as another young man tugged on the woman's, who must be Cassandra, nipples. Cassandra was panting, her hips moving.
The group laughed, Alanna's cheeks burned as she sank into her Masters side. He would never expose her like that, would he?
Feeling her trembling against him, David leaned down and whispered in her ear. "Not to worry Pussy, I would only dress you like that as a punishment if you were very, very bad."
Alanna immediately renewed her vow to be very, VERY good. Sneaking another look through the bodies, she saw the look of erotic lust and eagerness on the Cassandra's face. Is that what she looked like when Master pulled on her nipples?
"Poor darling looks terrified," the woman who pointed out Cassandra said. She cross the small circle to stand directly in front of Alanna. Despite the fact that she was shorter than Alanna by an inch, Alanna had never seen another woman with such a sense of confidence and power about her. She felt rather awed, despite herself. The woman was certainly beautiful, with dark blonde hair that fell to her shoulders, curling only at the very ends, and wearing a green dress that made her eyes look like jewels. Alanna ducked her head. "Look at me pet."
Slim fingers pushed under Alanna's chin and tilted her head back up high enough that the woman could look into her eyes.
"Quite nice," she said, and then she leaned forward and kissed Alanna full on the mouth. Alanna might have tried to jerk away, but Master's arm held her in check, his grip tightening warningly and she remembered that it was up to Master what people were allowed to do with her. Not herself. How far would he let this go? She let her lips open as the other woman's tongue pressed against her, and then they were kissing. It was like the sweetest, gentlest kisses that Master gave her. The woman's lips pressed and her tongue was in Alanna's mouth, and then she pulled her tongue out and closed their lips before pressing forward again.
Finally the woman ended the kiss and pulled away completely, smiling at Alanna. "That wasn't so bad, was it, pet?"
Alanna nodded and glanced up at her Master. He inclined his head.
