Blue collar Master, white collar slave Part 2

and the other end to his belt. Then he simply walked through the gates

and joined the party, leaving me no other choice but to follow as best I

could.

Since the event was held at a public place there was a rule forbidding

nudity, at least formally. Had it not been for the pouch we would not

have gotten in at all, since the transparent suit exposed my body almost

completely. As the guards debated among themselves what to do, Daddy had

made his position abundantly clear right from the start, we stood

waiting for several minutes, the line behind us growing by the minute,

exposed for all to see. I say we, but although many looked enviously at

Daddy, most looked at my almost naked body, so obviously owned and

punished. I wanted to run and hide, but of course that was not an

option. Instead I stood completely still as close to Daddy as possible,

feeling all those eyes on my body.

As we stood there waiting a familiar voice spoke next to us: "John, I

see that you took my advice and claimed the little bitch." Although not

strictly allowed I turned a little and saw a face I knew. It belonged to

Mistress Rowena, one of the secretaries at the bank, small a woman in

her late forties, very good-looking, but a little quiet. Now she looked

neither very quiet nor like a secretary. She wore a full body suit made

of black leather, studs and spikes everywhere and on her feet were shiny

stiletto boots, heels of seven inches or more. In her leather clad hand

she held a leash and at the other end was a very young man, no more that

eighteen, perhaps as young as sixteen. His hands were folded up between

in shoulder blades and held there with numerous straps encircling his

body. His ass was covered with black leather shorts so tight that his

chastity device was clearly outlined underneath. The leash was secured

to his collar and on his feet were black stilettos, with modest

four-inch heels. He was gagged with a huge, red ball-gag and he looked