Lucy goes to the Ball Part 1

Lucy couldn't deny she was nervous. For weeks she had planned to attend the annual "Halloween Leather and Lace Fetish Ball" held in the nearby city with two close friends, Hayley and Kelly. They had all thought it would be a liberating experience and were all anxious to see attend an adult themed Halloween party. Now, she sat in her car parked alone, as her friends had backed out unexpectedly at the last minute. She seriously considered just leaving, but the ticket hadn't been cheap. The drive there wasn't exactly short, and Lucy was reluctant to just turn around and head home even if she would be attending this adult Halloween party alone. Besides, the curiosity that had compelled her to come in the first place was still there. She took a deep breath and made a quick adjustment to the sexy pirate costume she had on. Then, she headed for the line in the door. In moments she was attracting attention and she could see why. Lucy was easily the most covered woman in sight. This costume which she had expected would be perfect to wear only made her seem more out place, as she looked at the other women waiting to get inside. The doorman gave Lucy an odd look as he took her ticket. Lucy knew she essentially screamed "tourist" or "newcomer" in this crowd, but these events were huge. She couldn't be the only person here just to look. She entered this enormous building and her senses were nearly overwhelmed by the crowd of people, the flashing lights from the dance floor and the dank smells of leather and sweat. She almost turned around again. If she had felt out of place in line outside, stepping inside was like falling through a rabbit hole. Everywhere she looked were people in collars on leashes being led around by women with exposed breasts above tight corsets. Her mind was reeling. Lucy was drawing more stares than ever. Some of the looks were utterly frightening, as if she were being assessed from head to toe. She had never felt so out of place and confused when out of the chaos she heard a voice. "Is this your first time my dear?" The voice belonged to a woman and was at once drenched in honey and forged in steel. "Yes!" exclaimed Lucy, desperate for someone to help her. "Ma'am," she added, not entirely sure why she had. The last time she called someone Ma'am was in high school, but this woman seemed almanbahis şikayet to command immediate respect. She was also an imposing figure in shiny black in 6 inch spike platform heels and fishnets, which perfectly accentuated her fit and shapely legs. With these intimidating heels, this attractive woman wore an black lace corset that left her breasts exposed but supported and a short paneled leather mini skirt with hem more than a few inches above her knee. Her eyes were blue-green but her gaze was piercing. Finally, Lucy could only be envious of her gorgeous blonde tresses, which she could only suspect by the radiant color of her flowing hair to be completely natural. Lucy was impressed by this stunning and captivating woman, but it was more than just her friendly words in a sea of strangers that made her seem inviting. She exuded strange yet welcoming warmth. "All by yourself?" the blonde haired goddess asked as Lucy came closer. "Yes, ma'am," Lucy answered, blushing a bit and still wondering why she was calling this woman "Ma'am." The woman flashed a brilliant smile in return. "Well then, you're in luck. The organizers hired me to answer questions and help out guests whom seem confused." "Oh thank you, Ma'am. I am more than a bit overwhelmed, " Lucy said, realizing her own English accent was a stark contrast to this imposing woman's American accent. "My friends and I thought this would be fun, but they all chickened out at the last minute. Now I'm here alone and I'm starting to wonder why I came at all." "Would you like me to help you find the dance floor and maybe a partner once there?" this mysterious woman asked with a sly smile. "No ma'am, I can't dance very well at all. Yeah my friends were ....." Lucy stammered. "There must have been some reason you were interested?" the woman asked encouragingly. Laine blushed a deeper shade of red. "I always kind of wondered why people did things like this. Being tied up or spanked. I never really imagined it being anything like this." She motioned to the crowd and demonstration areas set up around the building. The attractive, older woman gave a faint smile. This young lady had potential. She was obviously not just here for the show. She believed she was truly curious. Well, that was another one of her roles so to speak - to assist almanbahis canlı casino the curious. The sweet young thing was already acting naturally deferential, and she noticed her instincts seemed to indicate a submissive streak. It would be important to bring out these submissive tendencies without scaring her off. "Why don't we find a quieter area where I can answer your questions? I believe there is a lounge area set up on the other side of the bar. Would you care for a drink?" "No ma'am. Not that I don't want to talk to you, but I think I should probably stay sober and keep my wits about me." Another smile was quickly hidden. All the better if she stayed sober, or so Valerie thought. "What is your name my dear?" Valerie asked, as she led the way through the crowd. Lucy dropped into step three paces behind her. "Lucy, Ma'am." "What a endearing name, Lucy. I am called Mistress V at these types of events." "Is that how I should address you, Mistress?" Lucy rolled the foreign but oddly sensual term over her tongue. Valerie smiled warmly down on her again. "Ma'am is just fine actually. Since you are not one of my pets calling me Mistress is not necessary. It is probably a good thing I stepped in when I did. These balls are supposed to be considered casual and it is supposed to be understood not everyone is 'scene' but there are some stripes of Dominants that would see a woman alone as prey to be claimed." As she said this Valerie gave an intense warning gaze to a particularly fierce looking bearded man who had been eyeing Lucy since her arrival. He returned with an ugly stare of his own before turning away, and Lucy heaved a sigh of relief. For the first time since arriving she didn't feel compelled to make a run for the door. As they walked along, Lucy became increasingly self-conscious of the way she was dressed. Her costume was all wrong. She was still getting a fair number of curious stares, and she knew she was standing out. This was probably because she was wearing a lot more than anyone else present, or so she thought. Valerie looked back at Lucy and saw her awkwardly fussing in her costume. She stopped walking and allowed Lucy to catch up. "Feeling uncomfortable my dear?" "My costume, Ma'am. It just doesn't seem right." "It's very attractive, but not exactly almanbahis casino appropriate for this type of event." Lucy shifted on her heels, feeling more awkward every second. What could she do? Valerie leaned in with a conspiratorial whisper, "Actually, I think if you took off the jacket, the bodice you are wearing would work on its own." Lucy's eyes lit up in momentary relief, but then nerves took back over and she bit her lip. "I suppose it would look better, but" Lucy trailed off, thinking to herself. The bodice wasn't indecent and maybe she would attract less attention without the jacket. Valerie whispered again, "You will stand out less in less here. It's the same as at a nude beach. The person wearing clothes attracts the most attention." Lucy nodded, realizing that made sense to her. It was almost like Valerie was following her train of thought. She shrugged the pirate jacket off her shoulders. Valerie took the jacket from Lucy and folded it over her arm. "There are some lockers over in the same direction I can drop this off in. Now as for the skirt..." Lucy blushed again. She had chosen a rather long and bulky skirt for an authentic pirate wench costume. She felt terribly and embarrassingly overdressed. "What do you have on under it?" "A pair of lace knickers and a garter belt holding up my fishnets, Ma'am." "That is Perfect," Valerie said, with a sheepish grin Lucy's jaw sank as she processed what the older woman was suggesting. "So just my underwear?" Valerie gave her another encouraging smile. "It will look just right, especially with the boots you have on." Lucy bit her lip again. She took a deep breath and unfastened the skirt. It fell down around her ankles, and she bent over to pick it up, as Valerie watched closely. Lucy had mid-length dark brown hair, and she was equally as tall as Valerie with a similar build as well. The bodice showcased her well-shaped breasts and slim waist, and the garter belt, garters and fishnet stockings made her ass and legs look absolutely amazing. She was a beautiful girl oblivious in her own regard. Lucy didn't notice or at least overlooked the domina's intense scrutiny as she stood up and handed the skirt over, as Valerie carefully looked her over. "Leave the hat. It's really cute and sets off your hair," Valerie said, accepting the skirt and neatly folding it over the jacket. Valerie blushed deeper still. "I've never thought anything special about my hair, Ma'am. " Imagining her hair in a tight French braid which she would then clutch hard, pulling Lucy close, "It has beautiful highlights.