They took a seat at a small outdoor bistro, the warm spring sun high overhead. They chatted in a way they hadnt before, even before Maryanne blossomed. Maryanne and Angie were never close friends. Work acquaintances at best, saying hello and exchanging pleasantries, but nothing more, and here they were now, closer than could be, chatting like they were sisters. In a way they were. They shared a common bond now. Something more intimate than most people could ever experience.
They spent most of the afternoon just sitting and chatting. Angie first noticed the time. “We must head back soon, it’s getting close to time.” “Shall we then?” Maryanne asked. “Most certainly.” Angie replied.
Chapter 12: Repetition
Angie walked into Maryannes bedroom for the first time since moving into her apartment. It was elegant and demure. Not at all like the slaves room she had lived in for the past months. She slowly opened the closet doors. It was a laonly k2share or fileal or asfilealonly k2share or fileal or asfileale walk in closet and the odor hit her with an intense smell. The combination of fine leather mixed with latex rubber was something that made her pussy tremble. She turned on the light and stepped inside.
She saw all sorts of things hanging on racks and folded on shelves. Maryanne had carefully sorted and arranged everything by type and material. She found catsuits, jackets, dresses, skirts, anything she could have hoped for.
She slowly gazed over the contents of closet, her pussy becoming damp at the sight of the fetish clothing. There was a small padded stool in the middle of the closet. She took a seat and stripped off all her clothing, tossing it outside the closet so it wouldnt get in the way. She decided a proper mistress should be leather clad for a more dominant look.
She gathered up a red leather bra and panty set and put them on. A pair of lace up black leather pants fit her legs like a second skin. The front panel was too small purposefully and let her bright red panties show through the front. A long line corset in red leather with black buckles adorned her small waist. Long red leather opera gloves fit snugly up her arms and a black bolero jacket covered her shoulders, but wasnt closed to allow her bra and corset to show. She found a pair of red leather thigh boots that were a bit over sized in the upper leg area. It gave her a meaner, harder look, those boot tops standing out on their own, like they were stiff and firm rather than soft and supple.
She made her way over Maryannes makeup counter and carefully selected her evenings makeup, carefully applying each item and being sure to set it aside so she could take it with her to the club for potential repairs. Dark coal eye shadows contrasted by bright red lips that matched her outfit to a T. She was finally ready to face the world as a mistress.
Maryanne had gotten dressed as well, in the slave room with the help of #1. She was wearing a full latex outfit as she knew Angie would pick leather. She was clad head to toe in shiny black rubber. The only color visible were her blood red nails and matching lipstick. It was a simple outfit really. A basic catsuit, waist corset, fingerless gloves, and spiked ankle boots.
The 2 gathered their purses and headed out to the Cat Call to catch their prey.