Daddy. Just as he wanted it.
The next event he took me to was a party, a fetish event. His outfit was
so simple and sexy that I nearly begged him to fuck me when I saw him:
Black leather pants and a black leather jacket covering his bare upper
body. Black boots on his feet and nothing else. When you radiate power
as much as Daddy does, you only need a few things to emphasize it; black
leather being perfect. My outfit was equally simple, but did of course
it did not radiate power. It exposed my as the owned bitch I was. I
again wore a full-body rubber suit, only this time it was transparent
and thus showed the world my welts and markings from the punishments I
had received. To make sure that no one missed that point, Daddy had
whipped me the day before. On my feet were black boots, ankle high, with
six-inch heels and around my neck a broad, black leather collar had been
locked. To this my hands, which had not only been cuffed but also sealed
inside leather mittens, had been secured with padlock. This forced me to
walk around with my hands up under my chin, yet my elbows had to stick
out to the side so that my upper body would be exposed as per Daddy's
orders. This was hard enough, but to do at a function where every other
person was a master or mistress that you definitely did not want too
bump with your elbow, required my undivided attention. Daddy had
completed my outfit by gagging me with a truly fiendish penis-gag, which
extended so far down my throat that I was near panic, trying desperately
not to throw up, when it was first inserted. Now it was nearly another
source of discomfort as Daddy had made sure to also pack my ass with
very challenging buttplug. Not only was it large, but it also vibrated
quite powerfully so that it required no small amount of concentration to
keep it inside me.
When we arrived at the event, which was huge, occupying a whole
convention center, Daddy secured one end of a leash around my scrotum
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