This is the time of the year for Fetish Balls, Burlesque, and parties. For me, it’s all about getting away with a bit more than normal. Men are just slaves to a hot, edgy woman like me.
Last night was the first of many Fetish Balls. I drop off your costume for the night and tell you where to meet me. You really don’t like what you see. It really isn’t even much of a costume. A collar, a leash, and some sort of black thong. You obey, but wonder if this is some sort of joke.
I make you get down on all fours as we enter. It’s crowded for a weeknight and you see that you aren’t alone in your odd costume. This is your first time serving me and you have no idea what to expect. There seems to be much more women than men. The more you look, the more you see that most of the men are like you.
What happens next? I really think you know, but call me so I can spell it out for you, little bitch.
