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			I'd like to see <i>you</i> in leather.
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</blockquote>"Cheeky Sub! That's earned you a definite spanking!" Mikie laughed, then added more seriously, "Only if you want one though... With no safe word in play, there's no 'game on' or 'game off', so feel free to say what you want me to do, whether you're enjoying it, if you're turned on or not..." She shrugged. "But the sub is in charge. I'll go see what I can find in my size. Back in a tick."<br/><br/>The club kept a small wardrobe of leather and rubber dress up clothing, mostly people's cast offs. Mikie found some things that might work and quickly changed.<br/><br/>It was a different Mikie who let herself back into the Sky Blue room, a few moments after Sam came out of the changing room.<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fimages-na.ssl-images-amazon.com%2Fimages%2FI%2F61YjFonZWdL._UL1001_.jpg&amp;hash=e1283bc4a8bf30f0129b4057ad2972ce" href="https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/61YjFonZWdL._UL1001_.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">The corset</a>had been something of a struggle to get into by herself, but she'd done it before, and anyway she didn't want it too tight. After all she was the one dishing out the pain, not the one taking it.<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fsc04.alicdn.com%2Fkf%2FHTB1zQjWSpXXXXagXXXXq6xXFXXXN.jpg&amp;hash=f29346e6e364c5111aab91ebc602f975" href="https://sc04.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1zQjWSpXXXXagXXXXq6xXFXXXN.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">The Skirt</a>didn't quite match but was the only one in her size that she liked. She'd kept her own boots on, because they were comfortable.<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.manokhi.com%2Fimage%2Fcache%2Fdata%2Fproduse%2F2018%2Fmai%2Flong-gloves-black-099%2FManusi%25205-2-1200x1600.jpg&amp;hash=f80cff954c246ea61f01a9357b22536c" href="https://www.manokhi.com/image/cache/data/produse/2018/mai/long-gloves-black-099/Manusi%205-2-1200x1600.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">The elbow length leather gloves</a>, on the other hand, matched the corset almost too well, as if they were actually a set.<br/><br/>She had a plastic tray under her arm with her purse, jeans and tea shirt in. She still had the biker jacket on as it kind of went, and it didn't fit in the tray. She hardly ever wore a bra, being a triple-A cup size. But she had tucked the sensible-but-still-sexy pair of pale yellow panties she'd worn into the box too. After all, fair was fair and if her sub was going to get off, then Mikie wanted some as well...<br/><br/>She grinned at the sight that waited for her. "MMMM Mm! You have a really beautiful body. Unlike me, I'm all skin and bone, but you are gorgeous!" She couldn't help licking her lips. "Just a bit white. We'll have to see about colouring you in a bit...!" She quickly popped her own tray in the changing room next to Sam's.<br/><br/>"Right. First of all we need to be able to secure you. Partly it's for safety reasons. If you move too much, you can fall off the equipment and hurt yourself, also a strike aimed at the Gluteus Maximus will hurt a lot more if it lands on the thigh or back, so it's important that you don't move too much. We can get into random hits later if you like that, but for that I would usually dangle you from the ceiling and spin you, blindfolded..." Mikie grinned. "Things to look forward to, eh? But the other reason I want you immobile is because it gives you that feeling of helplessness, being totally at my mercy, and having to trust that I<i>will </i>stop if you ask me to. That's what Bobbie was talking about earlier."<br/><br/>She walked over to the cabinet that Sam had been looking in, pulled out a soft padded leather collar, with matching wrist and ankle straps. "Here we go. Neck first. This is only for tonight. Some people regard putting a collar on a sub as a sign of ownership, so I'm being very clear. This is for this session only. If, after tonight, or at any time in the future, you want a permanent collar from me, then I will gladly buy you one. This one belongs to the club." As she spoke, she wrapped the collar around Sam's neck and buckled it snugly. "Some of the rooms have padlocks. This one doesn't. So feel free to adjust it if it's too tight or too loose."<br/><br/>Mikie sat on the bed with a creak of leather and patted the sheet next to her. "Put one foot up here, then the other." She fastened the ankle cuffs on Sam's ankles. then stood. "Wrists..." A few moments later she nodded. "Okay. You're ready. You want to keep the panties on?" A mischievous grin spread over her face and she deliberately touched Sam between her legs from behind, running a finger over the cloth. "Wet already. You're having fun and we've not even started! That's good, I think...!"<br/><br/>She walked slowly over to the spanking horse. "Right Up on here, head this end, butt that end, knees on the shelves to either side. And I want those gorgeous boobs dangling on either side too!"