“Now I will be waiting in the Cat Call Club on 10th street. Meet me there in 1 hour to recieve a change of clothes and to head to my place. There is a cover chaonly k2share or fileal or asfilealonly k2share or fileal or asfileale there so you wont be getting in on good looks alone. Im sure you can find a way to come up with some quick cash, especially in that outfit.”
Angela knew what she meant by that and was sickened by the thought. Here it was cold and she barely had enough clothing to cover herself, never mind actually keep her warm. She was thankful that mistress had given her boots instead of stilettos, at least her legs would be a bit warmer. She took a while getting used to the 5” heels though.
Exactly one hour later she made her way inside the Cat Call Club. Maryanne was sitting in the far back portion of the club. Angelas legs and feet were sore from walking as it was a couple of miles from Devious Things to here.
“Im so glad you decided to keep playing the game. I wont bother to ask how you got the money for the cover chaonly k2share or fileal or asfilealonly k2share or fileal or asfileale though, no respectful lady would sell herself. Here wipe yourself up, theres a spot on your jacket.” Angela blushed again and wiped the semen off her collar. “your clothing is in the bathroom stall, as long as no one has stolen the bag.”
Angela got up and made her way through the crowd to the bathroom. There were 5 stalls and Mistress never said which stall it was in. She tried the first 2 and nothing was there. The 3rd was occupied so she tried #4 with no luck. She tried #5 and found it to be locked with an out of order sign.
“Hey baby, looking for someone? I think I can give you a better time than whomever you’re looking for.” Contestant #3 had come out of her stall. Turns out she was a lesbian looking for a good time.
“Uh No thank you, I was just coming in to freshen up for my mistress.”
“Oh, you go that way. I get it, no prob, good luck, but damn you’re smoking hot, if you ever need some extra lovin, look me up.”
Angela looked in stall #3 and there was no bag. Her heart sank, someone must have taken it. Then she thought about it for a second, she was being tested. She got down on her hands and knees and crawled under the locked door of stall #5. The smell was putrid as the toilet had been clogged for some time. She looked up and there was the bag hanging on the back of the door.
She opened it up and found a bunch of late items in it and a plastic bag to put her current outfit in. She stripped off her top and gloves and placed them in the bag. She tried to sort the contents of the new outfit out as best she could without getting them close to the toilet.
She put some long gloves on her arms and a long sleeve top over that. The built in breast cups were filled with her massive chest and they stuck out obscenely from her chest. She did her best to wiggle herself out of her skirt without removing her boots, so she didnt have to step on the disgusting floor beneath her.
She looked in the bag and found a pair of panties that had built in plugs for both her lower holes. It took her a while, but she managed to work them up over her boots and seated them in place. Next in the bag were a pair of latex pants with stirrup bottoms. There was no avoiding it. She had to take off her boots. She took the first one off and slowly put her foot down. The floor was cold and clammy. She could feel a thin layer of grime on the floor and she gagged at the thought of what was actually down there.
She decided speed was her friend at this point. She quickly pulled off the 2nd boot and tossed them into the plastic bag. She tried to quickly pull up the latex pants, but the sticky slime on her feet kept sticking to the pant legs. She tried to wipe them off and realized the best course of action was to actually sit on the toilet. This just kept getting worse and worse. She took a seat and quickly pulled the pants into place, then stood back up to finish the job. There were only a few more items left in the bag. There were a pair of pvc boots with 3” platforms and 8” heels. They laced up and reached to just under her knees. She put them on as fast as she could so she didnt have to stand in the muck anymore.
A full face hood with only eye and nose holes went on next. She was now covered head to toe in latex. She grabbed the last last 2 items from the bag. She placed the steel locking collar around her throat and started to close it, when she looked at the last item. It was a ball gag. She nearly made a grave mistake. She needed to take off the hood to put the ball gag in. If she had locked the collar, there would be no way to put the gag in without asking for Mistresses help. She surely would have been punished for that.
She swapped the articles around, cinching up the gag nice and tight and placing the hood over it. The locking collar went on, sealing her in. She grabbed the bags and unlocked the stall door. As she made her way back to her mistress, she was groped and fondled by nearly every person passing by.
“Well, I see you found your bag, and what a good little slave, you brought back your old clothes. Guess you had a fondness for them? I will have to make you wear them again, but maybe next time it will be at night, when more people are looking for “that” kind of attention. But for now, we need to get you home, you have gathered a certain stench from your playtime in the bathroom. Come along we have work to do.” with that Maryanne attached a leash to Angelas collar and led her out of the club.
It was only midafternoon and needless to say a beautiful woman wearing nothing but leather leading another woman clad in nothing but latex was quite a sight, causing most people on the sidewalk to stop and stare. Maryanne held her head up high as she strode past them. Angela felt deeply embarrassed, hanging her head and struggled to keep up with her mistresses fast gait, especially since the heels she was wearing were taller and steeper than anything she had ever even attempted to wear.
Chapter 10: Playing
Maryanne directed Angela to her new quarters, which were to be shared by #1 in Maryannes newly renovated spare room. It was more of a downgrade over the plush carpet and floral decor that was in there, but the contractor wasnt about to aonly k2share or fileal or asfilealonly k2share or fileal or asfilealue. It now featured hard wood planked floors that had been recycled out of an old factory and the walls were painted a deep black. The door was replaced with a heavy solid oak slab that had only a small barred opening near the top, similar to a 14th century cell door.
Inside featured a few pieces of furniture. A set of bunk beds on one wall were made from steel pipe and looked very uninviting other than the latex coverings over the mattresses and latex sheets. In the middle was a laonly k2share or fileal or asfilealonly k2share or fileal or asfileale rack system capable of holding the weight of multiple adults at the same time. Towards the other side of the room were your typical dungeon stuff, a stretching rack, a bondage cross, and a padded saw horse.
Maryanne started laying out the ground rules to Angela and #1.
“Now you two are to get along. I dont want any hanky panky between you to in the evenings after Ive gone to bed. Any of that mischief will be punished by spending the night in the roof top cage. You will have plenty of time for lust when on camera for the website. I will provide everything you may possibly need. You are always free to leave when you like, but remember, you no longer own anything, you will leave here with whatever you are wearing at that moment and nothing more. You will do as I ask, when I ask without any back talk. I am not a strict mistress. As long as the chores are done in a timely fashion and up to my standards, you will get rest times and plenty of pleasure rewards. You may converse with each other when not gagged and are allowed to ask me questions when needed, UNLESS we are out in public. Then I expect a perfect, obedient slave. I am also not opposed to being romantically involved with my slaves, but keep in mind, you are both mine, not the other way around.”
Angela and #1 both nodded in agreement and sighed a breath of relief. This could have been 100x worse for both of them. Angela made her way into the room and took a seat on the lower bunk to really let what was happening sink in. #1 took a seat next to her. Maryanne unlocked her collar and removed both the mask and the ballgag before leaving them to get a little aquainted.
“She really is a nice mistress. I have served others before her and they kept me chained in the basement for weeks, whipping me, hardly feeding me. Mistress is kind to me, and she will be to you too. I look forward to pleasing her in any way that I can. My name used to be Steve, but now I am just #1, I think thats because I was the first. Whats your name?”
“Angie… oh well, I guess Im Anglea now, Marya.. Uh, Mistress likes to call me Angela.”