I had set dates numerous times for us to try a switch, but she opposed the mere thought of it. She was too deep in her submissive nature and could not see herself as anything but a faithful slave to me. I accepted her predilection, it was factual, and I was foolish to think I could ever rouse some spirit of dominance within her. It was simply impossible. But my own desire to seek out this new experience only grew causing me frustration. And with this mounting aggravation, my relationship suffered. It was then decided that I find a fellow Dom that would fulfill my desire. My sweet little slave agreed to the idea, not wanting our relationship to suffer any longer.
Finding a Dom was quite simple, a female friend of mine, Juliana, was glad to treat me to my fancy. We set the date for a Friday night, oddly my mind twitched, recalling a party the same Friday and wondering why she wouldn’t be attending it, she was very social and was found at almost every gathering. I shrugged it off, with the conclusion that it wasn’t my business and it was an honor to be chosen over a party.
She had given me a set of orders for my appearance for our get together. She had picked out my garb for the occasion and would drop it off the morning of Friday. I was to come alone, which oddly didn’t upset my dear Sub at all.
Fervently I waited till that Friday came. My outfit had been sent and I looked it over in slight horror and amusement. ‘What did you expect?’ I thought to myself, as I fingered the thin, long and not to mention impossibly tight, vinyl skirt obviously my first form of bondage. Upon slipping it on I realized it would make it extremely difficult to walk in. I then picked up the translucent fabric of an impossibly tight sleeveless top which I could already tell would expose my midriff as well as most of my breasts. Then I spotted a shinny object at the bottom of the modest cardboard box, the collar. I giggled childishly as I picked it up; this is what I was so eager for; a simple, strong leather collar with a simple metal ring attached. On the inside it was lined with the softest fur, rabbit, I believed.
My attention then when to the clock where my heart skipped a beat, I would be late if I didn’t hurry. I slipped on the top. (if you could call that skimpy piece of cloth a top) I then slipped on a pair of my most humble boots, and clamped on the delicious collar. I then rushed to the bathroom to complete my new appearance. In habit I pulled back my graciously long hair into the formal ponytail I had always done before a scene with my beloved. But correctively I pulled the holder out letting my dark hair loose over my shoulders. The innocents that I saw in the mirror made me shudder with fear and delight. I looked myself over one last time before heading towards the door, to my car, and on my way to Juliana house.
As I reached her driveway I sensed something was not as I had hoped. Cars were parked around the block and crowded in her driveway despite the fact she had a huge front yard to match the mini mansion that reached up to the sky like a queen on her thrown, with its romantic Victorian style. The sky was loosing its light as dusk turned to night, I looked up at the hazy orange sky as my boots hit the bricks laid to create her front steps with a loud clack that seems to resonate up the roof of the old wood house. Exhausted at the way I had to hobble my way up the steps, I let out a long sigh as I ring the doorbell and hear the soft murmur of dance music within the walls of the majestic house. Was the party here?
When the large oak door opened, a naked young boy that looked about 18 at the most greets me, it wasn’t uncommon to see the young ones at large gatherings. And this was a large one, even the entrance hall was filled to brim with others in full costume, I realized as I glanced about before returning my gaze down at the blushing young man. I give him a sympathetic glance, letting my thoughts wander; this must be his first time too. Forgetting my place as I stepped over the thresh hold of the home of my new master. As if Karma itself was standing behind me I feel a harsh slap against my thigh. My body whirls around and I see her. My master, Juliana, in full Dom garb making her look stunning and at the same time incredibly intimidating. Typical ridding crop in hand, a type I was known to use all the time. Soon it would be used on me. I shivered.
“Tsk, tsk. Did I allow you in my dear? You’ve forgotten what you’ve taught your own slave all these years. You’ll have to be punished.” She paused looking me up and down for a moment. I blushed feeling far too vulnerable, my eyes shift to the floor. “ Ah you look stunning as I thought you would, but…” I looked up to see her gaze on my boots. “ Those will not do. Come with me, and keep your eyes down.” She took hold of the little metallic ring on my collar and urged me forward behind her. My hands moved behind me, clasped together, my eyes to the floor obediently. Around me I heard moans, of pain or pleasure no one can be sure.
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