I had been so tired lately, that I was going to go right home after work and take a long bath and go to bed. At least that is what I thought I was going to do. Damon called me late afternoon, and suggested we do something fun. I agreed, since I hadn't seen him since that night he had dinner at my place. He told me there would be a package waiting for me at the reception desk in the lobby of my building. I was to wear it tonight. I was nearly giddy with excitement, and so horny I could barely sit still.
I got the big box from Stacy at the front desk and rushed up to my apartment. I tore it open and was floored by what I saw. It was black leather and silver chain. It looked like a cat suit, with panels gone from the entire side of it. Fine silver chain was woven delicately through the bare spots. It was a halter top, with the fine chain draping down my back, to attach to the chains on the sides by my breasts. It was a beautiful piece of clothing, but I had never worn anything like it. I showered, and put on perfume, I placed my hair loosely on top of my head, with strands escaping, to frame my face. I saw in the box, a necklace of silver chain like the chain on the outfit, with a small silver ring on the front of it. I clipped it on. I looked at myself in the mirror, and was amazed at what I saw.
My breasts were fantastic in the soft leather. My nipples jutting out against the leather due to the friction. My skin was nicely tanned, and the silver glimmered. I put on a pair of black stilettos, knowing they were the only shoes I had that would match. The buzzer rang, and I pushed the talk button. "I am waiting downstairs." It was Damon. I grabbed my leather jacket and hurried down stairs. I don't know why, but I didn't want to keep him waiting. A real date with Damon. This gorgeous hunk of a man. I checked my makeup once more in my compact on the way down. My eyes were looking strange again. I shrugged and stepped out of the elevator.
He stood looking at me. He was perfection in his black tux. His eyes were blacker than night, appraising me. "Turn for me," he said taking my jacket. I did, and people stopped and stared. He smiled. "Perfect, my little pet." Then he held my elbow as we went to the car. It was a black limo. He helped me into the car, and poured me a glass of wine. He sat silently as I drained the glass, his eyes never leaving mine. "Tonight, you are to do what I tell you to do. No questions, no struggle. If I tell you to do it, you will do it, do you understand?" I started to feel hazy again, but I think I nodded. He leaned over and clipped a silver chain to the hoop in my necklace. "You belong to me. You are my property." He said it in a way that brooked no argument.
