It was the most she had ever heard him say, and it took her a moment to digest it all. Her mind was spinning, dizzy with both desire for him and fear that she was getting into something so far beyond her usual life.
She bowed her head a little and nodded.
“Yes, I accept.”
He held up the final lock, the most meaningful one of all, that would bind her to him as long as he would keep her. He leaned in and kissed her gently on the forehead, and pushed her hair back to fully expose the steel collar that accentuated her neck so well. She drew a breath and waited for him to lock her up.
The lock gave a satisfying click as he latched it firmly into place, securing the collar the way it had always meant to be worn. Now she was his property, to do whatever he pleased with, for as long as he would have her.
“I am going to remove your panties, I have other plans for your holes.”
Holes? Plural? She wanted to tell him of her distaste for anal sex, but thought the better of it. It was not her choice anymore, she had given up her free will when the final lock had been closed on her collar. She had no keys, and no idea if he had brought them or left them somewhere else, with the intentions of bringing her there.
She stood as much as the limo would allow and he hiked her skirt up, exposing her stocking tops and pale thighs. His bare hands on her skin brought a rush of pleasure back, and she luxuriated in his powerful grip.
He slipped his finger under the waistband and gently slid them down a little, the plugs still anchored deep inside her.
“Take a deep breath and then exhale slowly”
She did as he asked and felt the plugs shifting for the first time in what seemed like hours. It had only been about 45 minutes, but being double stuffed wasn’t a feeling she had ever known, and the strangeness of being stretched open and filled at the same time was an odd sensation to say the least.
“Gah, ohhh...” she whimpered as he slowly retracted the plugs, her asshole twitching as the strange device was removed. With a final involuntary moan, she felt the plugs slide out completely and her sphincter relax as the outlandish panties were finally removed.
He looked at her for a long moment, and she realized she was standing naked from the waist down, save for her shoes and stockings, before a man she had never met before tonight. Moreover, she’d had a violent and crushing orgasm in front of him, induced by him, right in front of a woman who she had also never met. Unaccustomed to such behaviour, she felt a pain of embarrassment in her mind, sharply contrasted by the returning raw desire she could feel coming from somewhere deeper.
“Look at that, we’re here.”
He pointed ahead to a large building with no external indication of what was inside. It looked like a warehouse in the middle of an industrial park, the only sign of activity was the large amount of cars, mostly expensive, scattered up and down the surrounding streets. He pulled her skirt back down and smoothed her hair before giving her hand a reassuring squeeze.
“Time for some fun.”
He smiled wickedly, and she wondered to herself what kind of fun he was planning for her.
By the time they pulled up, there was already a line up of people dressed in a range of costumes she had never thought existed. Sexed up versions of famous fairytale princesses, beautiful Dominas decked out in full leather and latex, gothed out club kids and a few very straight looking people. Probably the freakiest of all, she mused silently, reflecting on her own deep seated desires usually hidden beneath her demure office wardrobe.
The driver hopped out and opened the door for them, he motioned with his hand for her to step out, and she did so, surveying the crowd of wild, exotic people.
He took her hand and led her past the lineup, nodding to a very large man---bouncer she assumed---decked out in leather pants and a chest harness, covered almost completely in colorful tattoos. The man nodded back and lifted the rope holding back the long line, and they shuffled through the crowded door of the club as the heavy bass pounded from inside. Helena knew the limo ride was only a prelude to what was to come for the rest of the night. She took a deep breath and prepared to start her new life.
Obsession
The club was obscenely loud, overflowing with people already and it was barely 11pm. Helena had never garnered up the nerve to visit the club, but had seen plenty of photos online of the wild parties and bizarre costumes; and so far it was living up to her hopes.
The main floor was packed; full of costumed kinksters on the dance floor, a formidable group surrounding the bar and three stages with different shows already underway. Beautiful slave girls in topless maid uniforms served drinks, and waited on the Masters and Mistresses hand and foot. It was larger than she’d imagined, two massive wrought iron staircases on either side leading to, she could only assume, the private areas of the club she’d heard quite a bit less about.