Releasing Inhibitions

3

After hours of searching through my closet, I pulled out a few outfits. I had my devil costume from last halloween, a pair of black leggings with a cut up Avenged Sevenfold shirt, and a black mini dress that exposed the bottom half of my ass cheeks. I couldn't decide on what to wear and I didn't want to make Janee late she hated waiting on people. My brown eyes looked to the alarm clock that rested on my nightstand, it read 9:52 PM. The ticket said the event started at 10:30. I sighed loudly as I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and called Janee. "Ayyyye, Bitch," she greeted me. "Ayyyyye, Bitch," I shouted back. "Are you getting ready? We're boutta' come downstairs and get you." "Soooo, about that. I-" "Don't fucking tell me you're not going, Chamayo. You were all in your feelings last night," she practically yelled at me. I fucking HATED the nickname 'Chamayo'. A part of me cringed almost every time I heard it. "If you'd kindly shut the fuck up and listen before cutting me off, maybe I could get your assistance. I don't know what to wear and I need your help," I shamefully admitted.

 "I'll be downstairs in a minute." I hung up the phone before turning to my vanity table and sitting down. I decided on applying a bit of makeup and my favorite dark purple matte lipstick. I loved how well it complimented my brown melanin completion. "Where you at, Whore?" I heard Janee call out before I heard the door close. "I'm in here," I yelled from my room. I heard heels clicking down the short hallway that led to my room. I rose from the chair to turn around and see Janee. My mouth dropped open as I starred at my best friend, or the person I thought was my best friend. This bitch was dressed in a purple latex skirt with a black and purple latex strappy bra to match. Her thigh high heels is what really had me floored. "Bitch, who are you, where is my best friend?" I jokingly said. My brown eyes squinted at the cute choker on her neck. I'd be lying if i said I didn't want to look that good in latex. "Shut the fuck up," Janee giggled as she looked past me and on to the bed. "I.." The long pause made my eyes follow her gaze to my bed. "I know you fucking lying. Tell me that isn't last years' Halloween costume," she said while trying to hold back laughter. 

"Fuck you, Bitch. Alanas' hoe ass said something tight and sexy. And this is all I have right now," I mumbled pouting. She walked over to my bed and grabbed my mini dress and held it out to me. "This will have to do. But we need to prep you. Also.. Lose the panties and bra." I sucked my teeth as I shed off my undergarments and snatched the dress. "What the fuck do you mean prep me?" I asked while sliding into my dress. "Just get dressed. Your makeup looks good, but pull your hair up into a tight ponytail," she ordered. After I slid into my dress, I tried to push my breast back into my dress from spilling over the low cut design in the front. Janee slapped my hands away. "Leave it. Them titties need to be on display. Now let's see what heels you're gonna wear." I bent over at the waist and grabbed my favorite pair of black 4 inch stilettos. "That ass is looking fat fat, ayeee." I giggled madly before showing Janee the heels. She nodded once and I slipped on the heels. "What do you think?" My eyes moved to the full length mirror as I pulled my hair into a high bun. I heard the harsh slap before I felt the sting on my ass. I jerked my hips forward. "What the fuck, Bitch," I narrowed my eyes at Janee. "Oh shit. I'm sorry. I was in punishing mode. I said to put your hair into a high ponytail, not a bun." "What the fuck do you mean punishing mode?" I still had a trace of anger in my voice while I fixed my hair into the high ponytail she asked me to. "Umm. It's like I said. We'll explain it to you when you get in the car. We've got some rules to go over. Here, put this on." Janee held out a choker that almost resembled hers. 

Without hesitation, I took the choker and clasped it around my neck. "My bitch is looking gorgeous. Let's go," Janee said with as much enthusiasm as I felt. I grabbed my keys and locked the door on our way out. "Fucking finally. We're gonna be late if you bitches keep fucking around," Alana complained. "Oh, don't you look adorable, Chanel?" I heard that menacing smirk in her voice again. Alana was wearing an outfit similar to Janees' except her straps on the  bra was clear and she had sea shell nipple pasties. Instead of a skirt, Alana had on a clear pair of latex pants with a multicolored thong underneath. I wanted to say something about her outfit, but it was really amazing. "Sure thing, Ah La Nuh. You look amazing too," I said with a shit eating grin. We made our way out of the apartment building that Janees' mother owned and into the parking lot. I gladly plopped my ass in the backseat of Janee's bright candy red Tesla. Before I had a chance to pull my seatbelt on, Alana pulled off. I groaned knowing the seatbelt was gonna violate my tits  with the way Alanas' foot loves to slam on the brakes. "Okay, so where was I? Oh yeah. We have to prepare her, Lana," Janee said. Alanas' eyes moved from the road to the rear view mirror to look at me. "I know you're completely dumbfounded when it comes to BDSM. But we're gonna-" "Excuse you, Bitch. I know about BDSM," I said cutting Alana off. "Riiiight. Let me guess.. You think BDSM is all whips and chains, huh?" "Well isn't it?" Alana and Janee laughed together in unison. 

"Fuck both of y'all. I hope that latex rolls up and chokes the shit outta both of you," I mumbled. "I wouldn't mind that one bit," Janee shot back. Her eyes looked over at Alana as she said it. "Aww, Princess. You already know I'm gonna make you beg first," Alana said. "Nigga what the fuck is going on?" I said, interrupting whatever the fuck they were talking about. "See, this is what I mean. You don't know shit. And that's okay," Alana said. "Baby, just give her the rules. We don't really have all night to teach her." A part of me wanted to go home. I felt so secluded. All I wanted was to go out and have a good time. Mingle and maybe meet some potential dick appointments. "Okay, seriously. There's a few rules you have to follow. I know your stubborn ass doesn't know how to follow rules, but please. Alana doesn't want you embarrassing her." Fucking shocker. This bitch is worried about an image. "DO NOT under any circumstances.. DO NOT talk to anyone unless you're talked to first. Do not stray away from us. And most importantly, do not stare at anyone for too long. It's seen as an invitation," Janee explained. "An invitation for what?" I asked, a bit confused. Alana groaned and Janee shot her a glare before turning to me. "Just know when the show starts, play your role." "And... What role do I have?" "You're a sub, like me," my best friend said all too happily. "Like.. A sub teacher?" I asked. Alana slammed on the brakes and the seatbelt pinched the soft flesh of my breast. "No, Nigga. stop asking questions because what I said is proving to be more and more true," Alana said. I could tell she was holding back laughter. Stinky bitch. 

Within another 15 minutes we arrived at the club. To me it looked like any other popular club. The only difference was instead of people lined up in their best dressed outfits, there were people dressed in all sorts of material. Some ranged from leather to latex, while some had nothing on. Alana stepped out the car first and we followed before she gave the keys to the valet. Janee turned around and smiled brightly at me. "I hope you're ready"