Chapter 115

Katrina wore a dominatrix outfit; tall, black leather boots; a leather corset baring her DD sized boobs and hairless pussy, long; black lace gloves, and a black, Lone Ranger style, mask. She also carried a nine stranded, black leather whip and had a thick, seven inch strap-on pointing out from her crotch. Adelaide was dressed like me, nothing more than red leather collar and cuffs, no mask. I guessed we were the slaves in this scenario. When she was ready, she hooked leashes to our collars and led us out into the party. She led us to a stage in front of over 100 women.

Many were dressed in conservative suits or dresses, some were dressed down, while others were barely dressed at all. The most outrageous outfits exposed at the least, one breast, though many were topless or sheer, showing almost everything. For now, we were the only naked ones there. All age groups from 18 to 80 were represented, and every race I was familiar with, black, white, yellow and red in every shade fro