I had been so tired lately, that I was going to go right home after work and take a long bath and go to bed. At least that is what I thought I was going to do. Damon called me late afternoon, and suggested we do something fun. I agreed, since I hadn't seen him since that night he had dinner at my place. He told me there would be a package waiting for me at the reception desk in the lobby of my building. I was to wear it tonight. I was nearly giddy with excitement, and so horny I could barely sit still.
I got the big box from Stacy at the front desk and rushed up to my apartment. I tore it open and was floored by what I saw. It was black leather and silver chain. It looked like a cat suit, with panels gone from the entire side of it. Fine silver chain was woven delicately through the bare spots. It was a halter top, with the fine chain draping down my back, to attach to the chains on the sides by my breasts. It was a beautiful piece of clothing, but I had never worn anything like it. I showered, and put on perfume, I placed my hair loosely on top of my head, with strands escaping, to frame my face. I saw in the box, a necklace of silver chain like the chain on the outfit, with a small silver ring on the front of it. I clipped it on. I looked at myself in the mirror, and was amazed at what I saw.
My breasts were fantastic in the soft leather. My nipples jutting out against the leather due to the friction. My skin was nicely tanned, and the silver glimmered. I put on a pair of black stilettos, knowing they were the only shoes I had that would match. The buzzer rang, and I pushed the talk button. "I am waiting downstairs." It was Damon. I grabbed my leather jacket and hurried down stairs. I don't know why, but I didn't want to keep him waiting. A real date with Damon. This gorgeous hunk of a man. I checked my makeup once more in my compact on the way down. My eyes were looking strange again. I shrugged and stepped out of the elevator.
He stood looking at me. He was perfection in his black tux. His eyes were blacker than night, appraising me. "Turn for me," he said taking my jacket. I did, and people stopped and stared. He smiled. "Perfect, my little pet." Then he held my elbow as we went to the car. It was a black limo. He helped me into the car, and poured me a glass of wine. He sat silently as I drained the glass, his eyes never leaving mine. "Tonight, you are to do what I tell you to do. No questions, no struggle. If I tell you to do it, you will do it, do you understand?" I started to feel hazy again, but I think I nodded. He leaned over and clipped a silver chain to the hoop in my necklace. "You belong to me. You are my property." He said it in a way that brooked no argument.
I don't remember much of the rest of the drive. I think I drank some more wine, and smiled at him a lot. His hand was absently petting me. I could smell something familiar about him. I couldn't place the scent. It was like something out of a dream…? Maybe? I couldn't put my finger on it. So I just sat back and enjoyed the ride. We arrived at a nondescript brick building. There were big men standing outside and a line in front of the door. Damon walked to the door. "Mr. Fairchild, welcome." The man at the door nearly bowed. He opened the door and I heard some mutters from the crowd waiting. It was dark inside, and I could feel rather than hear the deep thump of bass coming from somewhere. I started to look around and I felt a light jerk on my necklace. "Eyes forward Pet." He said, his voice feeling like satin to my ears. I looked forward and caught glimpses of strange things out of the corner of my eyes. I wanted to look, but I felt it best to mind my master. It didn't occur to me to ask why I thought Damon was my master. He led me to a room, where there were ten or twelve other people sitting in chairs, and they all had a man or a woman seated on the floor next to them. Damon sat down and indicated my seat on a small cushion on the floor. "On your knees." He said.
On the dais in the middle of the room were an assortment of chains, and leather cuffs hanging from the ceiling. There were what looked like whips, and chains and strange objects on a wall near the dais. There was also a cross with leather cuffs on the arms of it. No one was on the dais; everyone was just looking at it. Music began, and I had heard it before. A part of my mind struggled to remember where I had heard it. I could almost hum it, but then it was gone.
I looked at the chains hanging from the ceiling and all those leather cuffs, and I wanted to run as fast as I could. Of course I didn't. I was powerless at this point in time. I felt a tear slide down my cheek. Damon wiped it with his finger and then licked it off. "No tears little one. The time for regret is gone. Now, you must accept." He stood up and led me to the dais. Turned me so all could see me. I heard the applause; it was polite, and refined. He indicated to someone standing near the back wall. "Strip her, and then cuff her." The big man came forward, and stripped me of the cat suit. He made me leave my shoes on. I had on no underwear. I was terrified. I could hear whimpering, a low keening sound. Was it I? The man took my hand and led me to a low bench on the dais, it was suspended my thick chains. He made me lie down, and then he took each of my arms and put them in the fur lined leather cuffs, and tightened them down. In spite of my fear, I could feel myself get wet. He did the same to my feet. He positioned me so that only the bench supported my back. My ass, and my head hung free. My arms and legs held high by the chains. He stepped back. Damon came forward. "Who would have her?" He asked quietly.
