What Isnt Expected

Fifteen

It's Friday and halloween is tomorrow, but today is a big day, or at least on Regina's end. We're going to some place called Clyde's and she has been training me intensely for it. I missed her dominance so much to the point where I endured everything she threw my way. I didn't protest or disobey even if the clamp on my clit burned or my knees ached from kneeling on the floor for too long.

I know I'm a sex slave, that much is for certain and Regina is my mistress, but we had to dress up for some reason. I mean of course we would have dressed up but we actually had to be a character outside of our sexual roles, so I dressed myself in what she had laid out for me.

Its a red velvet sports bra that was so soft and comfortable. It has black leather along the trim under my breasts and on the shoulder area. The skirt matches it. Its a red skirt(school girl styled) with black leather trimming along the waist band and at the end of hem.

I had assumed that it wouldn't cover my ass but surprisingly it did. Thank god because the thong that I had on would do me no justice.

The rest of my outfit was then up to me. I put on a little bit of make up and tied my curls into a ponytail that sits adorably over my shoulder. I don't want to look like a complete little kid but I also wanted to look innocent enough for Regina's liking.

Speaking of, my Queen seems to be taking a really long time in the bathroom. I wonder what we are going as. My costume makes me look look like a red velvet cheerleader if I have to be completely honest. Which is great! Cheerleaders are completely sexy and innocent looking at the same time. So maybe that's what I am: Her cheerleader! I love it.

As I'm stuck in thought about how tonight will play out, I slip on my black wedges and sit on my knees beside the bed. The cushioned carpet feels so nice and I can't help but run my fingers through it.

"Good Girl Em." Regina praises as she exits bathroom. If anyone were here right now they would understand why I look like my face is about to explode. REGINA LOOKS SO FUCKING HOT! Clearly she is a queen, she has a beautiful tiara on her head and the thing looks so fucking real.

Her black leather pants shows off her thighs and her black riding boots hugs her calves perfectly. She clearly has on a black corset under her red riding coat. Her boobs are so plump and perfect. Her makeup is phenomenal, might I add, and she has extensions in her hair. It looks so real though.

I feel a sharp sting on my thigh and it jump starts me back to reality. Her black gloved hand is holding a riding crop firmly in her grip. She gives me a firm scowl and lifts an eyebrow.

"I'm talking to you." She growls. I look down nervously, not being able to hold back the blush on my cheeks. I'm probably as red as my outfit. Then I notice...I fucking match her completely! This is so great. But still I feel ashamed for looking without permission and zoning out while she was talking.

I keep my eyes fixated on the carpet. And wait for her next move. "What are my rules Princess?"

I don't really have to look up to know that Regina is walking back to the closet.

"No talking back, especially in public or it will really piss off my queen." I began to list.

"Mmmhmm go on." She hums in approval.

"Pay attention, know what is expected of me, and always make sure my queen is happy." I finish off.

"And am I happy?" Her voice is louder now that she's back in the room.

"No my queen." I whimper. Ugh Emma you're such a screw up!

"And why am I not happy?" She growls and lifts my chin. The smooth leather on her fingers feels so...I don't know how to explain it but I am fixated with leather now. Psychologically. It grants me a sense of peace just feeling it on my skin and I'm sure that's why she made sure there is a little bit on my costume.