Jenna slipped on the sheer silk chemise. It brushed softly against her hips and was so light, it was nearly transparent. Still the bit of material would put a thin barrier between her skin and the corset she has chosen to wear. As she stared into the mirror while tying the bow, she frowned. This would not do.

Bracing herself, she removed the corset then the chemise. Again, she placed the cold metal of the hand made corset around her body and began to tighten the laces. Better. This would be much better. Colder, yes, but only for a short time.

Jenna took a shallow breath, all that the tight, unforgiving device would allow, and stepped into her formal gown then her four inch heels. Nodding at the reflection in the mirror, she slipped her key card into the hidden pocket of the gown and left the penthouse.

Of course, she noticed the appraising looks on the descending elevator, but she ignored them. These men were not worthy of her attention. Only Mr. Church was.

When the elevator reached the ground floor, Jenna swayed into the bar where Mr. Church awaited. He turned his head to stare into her soul and she stumbled. Quicker than light, he was there, holding her elbow, one hand on her lower back. When he felt the metal, he smiled.

He leaned his head down and whispered, “Won’t that be uncomfortable tonight?”

She looked directly into his eyes, her heels bringing her almost up to his height, and responded, “I imagine I will be. However, is this not what you requested?”

He cocked his head in agreement. “In that case, shall we go?”

She looped her arm through his and allowed him to lead her out to the waiting limo. Once seated, Jenna lifted her long hair and shifted so that her back was facing Mr. Church. He placed the cold collar around her neck and locked it into place.

As soon as she heard the click of the lock, she began her affirmation:

“Until I use my exit phrase of ‘this is over’ I will remain your submissive.

I will obey your command, see to your needs, accept your discipline and pleasure in equal measure.

I will offer no complaint. I will give you my respect, obedience, and commitment myself to only you.”

Mr. Church pressed her back against the seat, forcing her to awkwardly slide down so that her bottom was off the seat, and spread her legs wide. He had already lubricated his fingers and now pressed them into her anus. Jenna moaned with pleasure. Once he was satisfied, he removed his fingers and pressed the lubricated plug against her loosened hole. He pushed, slowly inserting the device.

“Until I hear your exit words, I will be your master. I will command you. Discipline you. Pleasure you. Use you.

I will give you no quarter unless by my will. You are mine to exhibit, play with, arouse, expose, love, and share as I please.

I will protect you from all harm, keep you safe, and respect your sacrifice.”

Jenna heard the metallic click of another lock. Her eyes widened as Mr. Church pocketed a key.

“I will advise you not to sit flat on your bottom, Jenna. That small lock will be quite uncomfortable. You will need to stand, kneel, or lounge as you currently are. Of course, the lounging is made more difficult by that unforgiving corset, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Mr. Church.”

“But you don’t mind, do you?”

“In no way do I mind, Mr. Church.”

She smiled broadly as he stepped from the limo and offered his hand to assist her.

“In that case, my dear, it’s time for your debut.”