Club Agony & Ecstasy Box Set(13)
She picked up the package and examined it for the first time, her mind racing at the possibilities of its contents. She looked at the clock. Six more minutes until she could open it.
She supposed she could have opened it the day it arrived...who would have known? He was miles away in Denver, she was in Chicago. But tonight would be the night they would finally meet, after what seemed like an eternity; and had sent the items that she was expected to wear tonight. He had planned the whole night; a meeting at club Agony & Ecstasy, a slightly underground fetish and BDSM club on the other side of town. Helena had always wanted to go, but was too shy to go alone and most of her female friends would think the whole idea was crazy.
She reached for the package, it was finally time. She clipped the twine and unfolded the brown paper, revealing a glossy black bag typical of the sex shops and high end fetish boutiques. She drew a breath and dumped the contents onto her bed. The first thing to fall out was a pair of stilettos, impossibly tall and exotic looking, with several straps up the ankle. Upon closer inspection she noticed two metal rings on either side of the buckles, but they didn’t seem to attach to anything. Was he planning to use them to tie her up? They didn’t look strong enough, but her heart raced at the idea nonetheless.
Her eyes lit up as she unveiled the next item, an exquisite blue corset made of a beautiful silk; she had never owned a real one before and the considerable weight of it in her hand revealed its quality construction and craftsmanship. A simple, elegant black latex skirt was tucked in beside it, and she shivered at the idea of wearing such a provocative outfit to meet someone for the first time. But this wasn’t just someone, this was the man she’d hoped would be her first true Master.
Three more items fell as she shook the bag out completely, a pair sheer, backseamed stockings and two other...objects. A metal band, highly polished and lined in a soft leather, it took her a moment to realize it was a collar. Her collar. She could feel her face getting flushed and an aching hunger between her legs she could only hope would soon be quenched. He hadn’t told her she wasn’t allowed to masturbate, but she really wanted the next touch on her body to be his. The last item was a pair of panties that she hadn’t imagined in her wildest dreams; they looked every part a thong upon first glance, but when she picked them up she realized there were two protruding bits in the crotch area.
Helena panicked a little...it was quite apparent the larger one was meant to fill her pussy, it was like a small dildo that was anchored into place. It was the other one that worried her; although considerably smaller than the first, she knew it was meant to go into her ass, and anal sex had never been particularly comfortable or enjoyable for her. Nonetheless, if he had chosen it, she would do her best to wear it. She gathered up the first pieces in her new kinky wardrobe, off to shower and ready herself for the night ahead.
In the shower, the feeling of the water droplets raining down was more intense than usual. Every last one seemed to land directly on her nipples making them stand out more than usual, and the torrent of water that fell from overhead tricked its way down her slender body, snaking its way to her clit. She fought the overwhelming urge to relieve the tension with her fingers, and continued washing herself; soaping herself up well with her most luxurious shower gel.
By the time her hair was done and dry, she realized she only had an hour before her car would arrive, He was sending someone to pick her up and meet Him at the club. She slipped into the elegant stockings, admiring the way they made her legs look, so sleek and glamorous. The corset would be trickier, she had worn a few cheap ones before, typically for Halloween or costume parties where they didn’t seem out of place, but this one was no costume prop. She unclipped the front busk and pulled it tight around her, affixing the front clasps back in place before struggling with the miles of laces that seemed to trail behind her. She turned to see her back in the mirror and pulled the crossed laces bit by bit, feeling her breath draw in as her breasts began to lift and spill out the top.
Once she was laced, she turned to look in the mirror; her outfit was almost complete. The blue silk of the corset contrasted perfectly with her long caramel colored hair, and made her pale skin appear even lighter. She slipped the stilettos on and teetered a moment, she hadn’t worn heels this high since...ever. Once the straps were buckled she felt more secure in them, and prepared to put on the the panties; they probably should have come before the shoes, but the idea of bending over to buckle her shoes with those plugs filling her up inside just didn’t seem like a good plan. She stepped into them and pulled them up, enjoying the scent of the new latex---it smelled like sex to her.