We are attending a Vintage play party tonight and Patrick has plans. First, he had me shower, shave, douche, and eliminate with help of an enema. Luckily, he sent instructions for me to complete these tasks rather than “assisting” himself. Once I was finished, though, he tested my puss and anus to make sure they were both completely dehaired and clean as a whistle.

“Good. Now, bend over the bed and hold your cheeks wide. We are, by the way, in full protocol mode.”

I blinked once then obeyed. Full protocol meant that I was 100% submissive, speaking only with his permission or to answer his questions or, naturally, for my safeword. I could be no more than two feet from his side. If I need to go further, so to use the restroom, I had to ask using sign language and wait for his permission. I was expected to obey any of his commands without question or delay. I could come only with permission. Breaking protocol meant an immediate and unpleasant punishment.

Patrick used one hand to grasp my hair close the scalp and the other to guide himself into my wet and eager pussy. He pulled my head back and thrust in balls deep. I gasped, biting my lip, already needing to come. Over and over again he filled me with his powerful thrusts. I couldn’t help it. I came, exploding around his powerful organ.

He, too, came quickly, filling me with his sweetness, giving me what I truly desired.

“I was going to go easy on you tonight, but not now. I’ve put your clothes in the bedroom. Make sure everything is in place,” he ordered.

I nodded, understanding his command. When I saw what I would be wearing all evening, I paled. How in the hell would I get through the night? TWO plugs??? I’d never make it.

Nonetheless, I dressed in the latex tights, inserting both plugs, laced the cupless vinyl corset, stepped into the shoes and pulled on the vinyl gloves. Patrick came in the room wearing black jeans, a white shirt, leather vest, and holding a long vinyl trench coat.

“Good. Now, this will keep you looking quite proper until we get to the party. Once there, you will proudly display your tits and allow anyone to play with them without complaint.”

I nodded.

“I’ve already shared with the group that if anyone sees you coming, they are to immediately give both of your tits a good hard slap and report to me.”

I gasped, knowing tonight would be a challenge.”

“Do you want to adjust the expectations in any way?”

I knew I could. I knew I could say no. I knew I had no intention of doing so.

“No, Patrick. I accept your expectations.”

He grinned at me before kissing me soundly.

“Let’s go then. It’s going to be a memorable night.”