Clad in nothing but a lavender lace bra and matching panties, white stockings and jet-black patent leather heels, I knelt at Madame Violet’s feet as she asked, “Do you agree to my terms?”
I looked up at the stunningly gorgeous woman towering above me. She was tall and fit, with long black hair and a body worthy of worship. She wore a black lace dress and over-the-knee leather boots.
Shivering with delight, my nipples stiffened against the soft lace of my bra. I was embarrassed, but there was no need to hide my arousal.
I had been under consideration to Madame for nearly a year. After months of training, I was finally ready to accept the invitation to become her formally collared slave. I touched the soft velvet ribbon around my neck — my training collar — and took a deep... Read more...