The fanny of my skirt was completely open halfway down my thighs, exposing my nether globes and my pink and black garters.The fanny of my skirt was completely open halfway down my thighs, exposing my nether globes and my pink and black garters. My panties covered my buns completely with a transparent whisper of black, with a thick row of lacy, pink-edged black frills right down the center. The top of my dress was smooth black satin in the back. It had large, puffed up sleeves, and narrowed dramatically to my severely corseted waist. The front was like my fanny, an incredible profusion of black ruffles with pink trim. Yards and yards of silky, rustling, swirls were built up into a bountiful, busty figure. My delicate hands, sporting long, pink-polished nails, further enhanced my aura of helplessness and accessibility; they were bound with golden handcuffs to my heavy black leather belt. I wielded a feather duster with a suggestively smooth, slender gold handle. My ankles were connected with an eight-inch length of gold chain, which with my narrow skirt, made it quite impossible for me escape a guest's advances. My face was made up in doll-like innocence, with bright blush, sky blue eyeshadow, and ultra-long lashes. My frosty pink painted lips were stretched around a black rubber ball-gag, held in place with a slender gold chain. My hair was short, snappy, and black. The contrast of a mature woman (I was ... over thirty) wearing a very youthful costume and makeup was especially attractive to the younger male guests. As a final indignity, a stout golden chain was clipped with a simple snap fastener to a ring on the back of my belt, where my manacled hands could not reach it. |