It’s Master and Servants week-end at The Miami Key Club, a hot members only sex club, and tonight is the Master’s Ball.
Inside the mansion, where the party raged beneath us, my boyfriend, Greg was ready to go, but was I was still fidgeting with the impossibly tight shiny black PVC bustier dress with a silver snaps down the front that Greg brought for me to wear. My waist was snatched in so tight I could barely breathe. My boobs were mashed up into two high sitting globes of flesh but damn, it gave me an hourglass figure. I finger fluffed my hot curled brunette hair before pulling up the bustier which threatened to expose my boobs.
I said, “It’s so tight.”
“It’s supposed to be tight. So we can see that sweet ass of yours.”
He slapped my shiny black ass which sent me teetering in my high hooker heels.
“Sit,” he said.
I did. He put my collar around my neck and buckled it closed. I looked up into his serious face.
He said, “You are to address me as ‘master’. Understood?”
I giggled before answering as told. “Yes, master.”