"Throw your robe on the couch and stand right there," she directed, as she sat down on the love seat to inspect the contents of the box. "Perfect. It looks like everything is here."
The first thing she pulled out was a small bottle of baby oil. She poured a generous amount onto her hands and then began to rub it all over my body. "This will bring out the definition in your muscles," she said. "The women are going to love you. A lot of times there are disgustingly buff men there that look like they never leave the gym. Other times there are disgustingly hairy and fat men who look like they never leave the couch, but you are neither. You obviously take great care of yourself, but you don't look like you're on steroids," she continued, rubbing the oil from the tops of my shoulders to the base of my feet without missing a single nook or cranny.
"I know I probably should not ask, but what are you talking about?" I blurted, as my curiosity got the best of me.
"Oh, she hasn't told you. Well, I can't spoil the surprise then." Julie said with a smile, as she reached back into the box once again.
This time she pulled out two ankle cuffs, two wrist cuffs, and a collar. They were like nothing I had seen before. They were made from leather but covered in stainless steel. That way they were comfortable against my skin, but flashy to all who beheld them.
Julie quickly attached the two ankle cuffs and matching wrist cuffs. Then she told me to get down on my knees. Once I was in position, she snapped the collar around my neck and reached back into the box once more. The next thing she retrieved was a black, braided-leather leash which she quickly clipped to the d-ring on the front of my collar. Then she pulled firmly up on it gesturing me to my feet once more.
Again she returned to the box. This time she pulled out a small container of ointment which she lathered all over her hands before standing in front of me.
"Put your hands on your head." She directed while she continued to coat her hands with the ointment.
As soon as I did this reached out and began to fondle my balls. She applied the cool substance all over them for a good thirty seconds. It felt cold but good. When she was done she wiped her hands on her smock and went back to the box one final time.
"The ointment," she said, "will keep your balls all neat and tidy by keeping them cool. Your mistress prefers them up as opposed to dangling." Then she walked back towards me with a small black velvet bag, which was a bit larger than your average coin purse, and a silver sequined thong. She handed me the bag, but told me not to open it. I was to simply hand it to my mistress. Then she bent over slightly and held the thongs out for me to put my feet through.
"I can do that," I responded, as I reached out to take them.
"No, I would be more than happy to," Julie followed, as she pulled them away from me and then held them out once more.
I could not help but be a little flattered by this older woman's charms as I stepped into the thong and she pulled it up into place. She even went so far as to pull on the waistband a bit and handle my package a time or two before swatting my ass and letting me know she was done.
I looked into one of the full-length mirrors at her completed work and saw how it all came together. My glistening body, perfect hair, shining bondage and thong, topped off by a fancy leash and collar could only mean one thing. I was about to be paraded around even more than I had before. A cold shiver shook my body as I took it all in.
"You'd better get going." Julie said, as she pushed me out the door and then led me down the stairs by my leash, which she then handed to my sexy Asian driver waiting by the door.
I was quickly led out the door and back into the cold November air without even bothering to see if anyone was watching. Down the cold cement steps we trod to the waiting Town Car. She opened the back passenger side door, and I jumped in. There, sitting in the back seat waiting for me, was my sexy wife.
Jess was dressed to the nines in an incredibly powerful and intoxicating dominatrix outfit that made me want to serve her every whim until the hands of time stood still. She wore a black vinyl hat with a stainless band encircling it that looked similar to that of police officer or taxi driver, with her mid-length brunette hair running down to her shoulders. Her beautiful blue eyes were inviting with her heavy mascara and deep-red painted lips. She wore a black and silver leather corset that barely covered her pink nipples and accentuated her luscious tits and beautiful neck and shoulders. It was tied tight in the back in a criss-cross pattern that stopped just inches above the dimples above her ass.
The silver sequined thong she wore matched mine exactly, except for the bulge that was growing in the front of mine. The corset had straps on each side that attached to black fishnet stockings that wrapped her shapely legs. Her outfit was completed with black patent leather high heeled ankle boots, matching gloves that reached past her elbows, and a riding crop with a stainless steel handle.
I handed her the black velvet bag and begged to serve her while I took in the beauty before me. Every second that passed while I waited for her response seemed like an eternity.
She pressed her leather clad finger to her cheek indicating that I might kiss her. Once I had, she motioned for our chauffeur to go and I sat back in my seat.
Not a word was said to me as we drove, but Jess and the driver spoke freely. It was almost as though I was not there. I did not mind. I was too busy enjoying the scenery of my sexy wife sitting cross-legged in the seat beside me.
Finally, the car began to slow as we approached what looked to be a warehouse in the middle of the country. I figured this must have been the place I was taken to a couple nights before. There was a line of cars, at least ten deep, ahead of us. As we got closer I saw each one stop at the door and drop one or two people off. If it was just one, it was a woman dressed not too differently than my wife. (I did see two women in evening gowns.) If it was two people getting out of the car, it was a dominatrix leading a man dressed similarly to me. There seemed to be more women by themselves than those with men, but that was based only on the few cars I could see.
Finally we stopped at the entrance and I opened the door and took Jess's hand to help her out. Then she took the leash and led me inside. Once inside I realized that this was, in fact, the same place as before, but now it was decorated like some ritzy party.
Jess pulled on my leash and led me to a table marked 'registration'. We stood in line behind two other couples, while other women continued to shuffle in behind us, until soon we reached the front.
"Name?" the woman at the table asked.
I began to speak but a quick jerk on the leash stopped me short. "Mistress Jessica and slave," Jess said, as she glared at me.
The woman shuffled through a dozen or so papers until she found the one she was looking for. "Follow me," she said, as she pulled back a curtain and stepped into another room.
Over the next few minutes she took down a little information about me. First she weighed and measured me. "6'2" and 190 lbs" she said, as she wrote on her clipboard. "Strawberry blond hair and hazel eyes," she said, as she wrote again. "When was your last ejaculation?" she asked matter-of-factly.
"Nine this morning," Jess answered for me, as if she had anticipated the question.
"Very good," the woman responded, as she noted on her sheet and then reached out and pulled my thong down to the floor as if it was no big deal. Then she grabbed a tape measure from a nearby table and held it up to my dick, made soft again by the cold.
"I can write this number down, or you can help me out," the woman said curtly.
I looked up at Jess and she nodded discreetly back. Then I took my soft member in my hand and began to pump it slowly.
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