JESSICA<br/><br/>I lifted the outrageous costume up to my chest and checked the reflection in the mirror. The hem of the skirt only just came to the tops of my legs, turning around and glancing over my shoulder I guessed that the lower curve of my rear would just show... I turned again and stared. Mmm... I lowered the dress and looked at myself, naked.<br/><br/><em>Guess this is what they want. This... and these....</em>I touched myself.<em>Wonder how kinky this will get? How many of them are there? How many girls? A big party? Will there be... whips and chains? Can I say no?</em>Suddenly a warm light headed feeling washed over me. The idea of lots of men staring at me dressed this way and reaching out to touch... and even if I said no them pushing my hands aside. Or even tying them behind me... I swallowed. I knew this feeling. I was getting aroused. Instinctively my free hand cupped a breast and squeezed. Mm. The fingers found my nipple and pinched and rolled it.<em>Uhn yes.</em>I was getting warm. My flesh hardened and swelled, tingling and sticking up beyond the horizontal. I grazed my finger pads over the tender bud of flesh and let out a small breathy moan.<br/><br/>This idea, of being dressed like this in front of strangers... was getting me damp.<br/><br/>I let my hand drop and turned.<em>"There are additional items in the bureau,"</em>the butler had said. Laying the maid's dress over a chair I padded across the room to beside the bed. Pulling open a drawer I found the 'additional items' two white card boxes and two small cellophane packets. I knew at once what one of the cellophane packets was, it's rectangular flat shape and card insert showed it to be a pair of stockings. Expensive ones. I opened the pack and unfolded the wispy things within. Black.<em>There's a surprise.</em>And seamed, with Cuban heels and hand stitching, reinforced sole and that sexy little hole in one skin of the welt at the top of the seam. I wore stockings often but rarely this expensive, this sheer. I'd only worn such lovely things a couple of times in my life on special occasions and both times my lovers had appreciated the effort.<br/><br/>Smiling to myself I laid the stockings gently on the bed. The other cellophane packet contained a tiny pair of sheer black silk panties, tanga style. I unwrapped them and held them up. The firelight flickered through them. Very sheer and completely transparent they had no cotton gusset. Hm. Whoever had picked this outfit was a connoisseur of expensive underwear. That idea was reinforced when I opened the first of the two boxes. It contained the most gorgeous corset I had ever seen. Black satin patterned with self coloured stitching in a floral design. It had six suspender drops and was an underbust design, leaving the breasts bare except for a small balconette fitting that would lift and support the bust but not cover the nipples. I lifted the garment to my nose and breathed in. That rich smell of brand new satin was erotic on its own.<br/><br/>Grinning I unlaced it and loosed the busks and wrapped it around myself. I spent the next ten minutes tightening here, lacing there, adjusting this and pulling that. I laced it as tight as it would go which was quite a long way and very tight. The front quarter cups supported me so that my nipples, now hard as bullets, were pointing skywards. I looked in the mirror, turning this way and that. My waist was compressed by around two inches I guessed and this pinching seemed to make my breasts and buttocks swell, making them seem heavier, exaggerating my shape. I was impressed. It was a truly beautiful thing and no doubt about it, there was now no question about the dampness between my legs. I sat on the bed and gently and slowly rolled the stockings on. They were so fine and sheer, ten denier the packet told me. I stood, turned and checked the seams were straight before clipping the six clips closed.<br/><br/>Oh my. Heavenly! They felt so good. I pulled the tiny pair of panties up. My soft hairless sex was visible through the lovely wisp of material. It was like wearing almost nothing. My heat increased.<br/><br/>The second box revealed shoes and I wasn't the least bit surprised at the style. Shiny black patent pumps with a rounded toe and tall heels. I wear heels all the time, power dressing on the trading floor and at meetings goes a long way to influencing males. It was an old trick; the chauvinism men were still encumbered with could be used as a weapon against them. Wear a sharp silk suit with a short skirt and heels and most men's ability to say 'no' dipped gratifyingly quickly.<br/><br/>These shoes though were taller than I was used too. I estimated a five inch spike heel. And they were held closed by a slender strap around the ankle that was secured by... I picked the little metal items up from the box...<em>padlocks? They padlock on?</em>I looked for the keys but there weren't any. Whoever chose this outfit knew my dress and shoe size and had taken away my freedom to remove the shoes. Once on, they'd stay on until I found the holder of the keys and... well... asked nicely for them to be removed. He might make me wear them all night... even sleep in them for all the power I had.<br/><br/>My belly tingled and dampness increased. This whole set up was... turning me on. Like crazy. I slipped the elegant pumps on and padlocked the straps closed. Now I was no longer free, now I was reliant on someone else. I stood up and walked slowly across the room, glancing in the mirror. A slut was reflected back at me. In her stockings and corset and bare uptilted bouncing breasts and 'fuck-me' shoes she was obviously after only one thing. I walked back, slowly getting used to the tall heels, moving elegantly with poise. When I passed from rug to flagstones the steel heel-tips clicked loudly and daintily. I do love that sound.<br/><br/>I went over to the dress and found it too had a lace up back. Slackening the fastenings off I opened it and stepped carefully in, drawing it up over my hips and wiggling about to get comfortable. I laced up but something wasn't right. The bodice was too low, it felt wrong and twisted. Then I understood.<br/><br/><em>Rude. That's just... so rude.</em><br/><br/>It was a topless dress. The tight bodice laced up in back so the dress fitted like a skin over the corset but the plunging neckline was so low it had to be designed to go under the bust. In fact it was cut lower than the corset. The satin front panel across my ribs revealed the quarter cups of the corset that lifted my chest. Breathless at this discovery I adjusted the dress again then the little cap sleeves and added the crisp white cotton apron, tying a big flowery cute bow in the small of my back.<br/><br/>I added the lacy hair band style cap and turned to face the mirror.<br/><br/><em>Oh wow. Oh... shit.</em>The skirt did not reach my stocking tops, despite me wearing them pulled right up high on my thighs as I normally did. A slice of bare skin showed between the welt of the stocking and the hem of the ridiculous little fluffy net underskirt. The black satin over-skirt was well short of even my crotch. When I straightened my back a tiny peep of black showed between my legs. My panties.<br/><br/>I turned around, parted my ankles and bent over. The bulging peach of my sex showed completely, cupped and covered by the sheer - and by now somewhat shiny with moisture - silk.<br/><br/>Half my bum cheeks were on show and the seamed stockings and heels made my legs look longer. I slid a hand between my thighs and cupping myself let out a little moan. I was burning down there.<em>Mmm.</em><br/><br/>I went back to the bed for my perfume and makeup and applied small amounts, rouging my lips to match the red of my finger and toenails and adding a small amount of eyeliner, blusher and shadow. Not too much, just enough. I brushed my hair again but loose it didn't look right so I gathered it into a long ponytail, wound it up and pinned it in place behind the maid's cap. Better. Maids don't have long hair hanging down.<br/><br/>Last of all I went to close the bureau drawer but noticed something else at the back. I pulled it out. A soft black leather bag with a drawstring. Intrigued, I opened it and reached in. The item I drew out was unmistakably a leather collar. Black and with a soft padded lining and a buckle strap.<br/><br/>I reached in again and found something similar. Then another. Soon, laid out on the bed coverlet were a neck collar and four cuffs and five more little brass padlocks. And a dog lead - a clip and four feet of chain ending in a loop for the owner's hand... And you guessed it, no keys. You didn't need to be a rocket scientist to know where the four cuffs went.<br/><br/>With the bag of cuffs and the dog lead was a small printed note.<br/><br/><strong>"These are optional. You may choose to come down without them. However, should you do so, my response will be different. G.E."</strong><br/><br/>That was all. I wondered about it.<em>Different? How different? Different to what?</em>Less happy was my guess. Maybe it was a test? If I didn't wear them I'd be sent straight back upstairs to change again and be shown the door? Maybe wearing these was my way of saying yes.<br/><br/><em>Yes to what? What will happen? What will they do?</em><br/><br/><em>Who is 'they'?</em><br/><br/>I sat there my heart racing. With a free hand I cupped a breast again and the hardened tingling tip gave me my answer. Shaking a little and hurrying because I had taken so long I put the collar around my neck. It was a good fit, not so tight as to be uncomfortable but snug enough so I wouldn't forget it was there. With a swallow of nervousness I clicked the padlock closed. Then, in more of a hurry I put on the four cuffs, one at each wrist and one at each ankle. The padlocks closed. I was making myself a prisoner. I swallowed at the stupidity of what I was doing, yet on the other hand I was burning up inside.<br/><br/><em>What will happen to me? What will they do...?</em><br/><br/>I clipped the lead to the front 'D' ring of the collar (the cuffs all had several similar ones) and had a few quick light squirts of Arpege; under my arms, on my throat, between my breasts, between my legs. I checked the mirror one more time then walked to the door.<br/><br/>There I froze. I was about to go out into a strangers house, a mansion yes, but without doubt others would see me, see my bare chest bouncing as I walked along; see my collar and cuffs; see my obscene slutty clothing. People would know at once what I was.<br/><br/><em>An object.</em><br/><br/>What if a butler saw me? What would he say? Would<em>he</em>touch? Were the staff allowed to? A hundred questions spun around my head as I stood there, hand on the door handle.<br/><br/>I took a deep breath, then another. It was five past nine. I was late and it had to be a five minute walk to the main hall. I was going to be very late. Would that matter? Would it count against me?<br/><br/>My head bursting with so many mixed emotions and thoughts I turned the door handle and pulled it open. I put my head out and looked along the corridor. Empty. Swallowing I stepped out and closed the door. It snicked with a loud click that sounded a lot to my excited brain like it had just locked closed.<br/><br/><em>Come on Jess, you've faced plenty worse shows than this. The Hauffschroer takeover was worse than this.</em><br/><br/><em>But I didn't address Herr Hauffschroer and his board with my tits out.</em><br/><br/>It was no use. I set off along the corridor, forcing myself to walk slowly and elegantly. It was cooler out here and my teats had hardened further to painful levels, like someone was using them for ice-play. The cool air breezed around my thighs. My bare chest bounced. At the junction of my thighs I felt the fine silk slippery with my need. I knew my cheeks were flushed. I just didn't know what I would do when I met someone.<br/><br/>I remembered the way here well enough and walked along corridors and up and down steps. Most of the stairs were bare worn stone and my heels clicked loudly, thundering in the silence.<br/><br/>I turned at the top of the main staircase and below me waiting by the front door was a butler. #1 or #2 I wasn't sure. He didn't look up but stared right ahead, his back to the stair rail looking at the opposite wall.<br/><br/><em>Nothing for it, Jess, it's showtime.</em><br/><br/>I stepped down, my heels clicking loudly on the polished marble treads. Still the butler didn't move. I was acutely aware of my body, every nerve ending was jangling.<br/><br/><em>You're walking around some rich strangers mansion looking like a slut who wants to get fucked!</em>my mind was screaming.<br/><br/>I reached the hall and breathing deeply, turned. I looked up and caught his eyes. He was watching me. I blushed the most intense blush I think I've ever done. His eyes flickered and then he held up a hand. I stopped. He said nothing but his calm butler façade was gone now. His eyes glittered and his lips curled up on one side in a sneer. His hand reached out and slid under one breast, lifting it, weighing it and squeezing. I made myself keep eye contact and bit my lip.<br/><br/><em>Tell him to get his hand off!</em>I should have, but I didn't. His hand squeezed harder and he ran a gloved thumb across my aching teat. Bolts of pleasure went through my body, shooting down from my breast to my liquid core.<br/><br/><strong>"I... I mean... mmm..."</strong>I couldn't say no, couldn't say anything, the pleasure was too great. The feeling of being humiliated scared me, yet excited me too.<br/><br/><strong><em>"Would you please put your hands behind your back Madam,"</em></strong>he said calmly, his gaze steady, his voice smooth as though offering me a choice of Sunday papers. He wasn't asking a question.<br/><br/><strong>"Uhn, yes. Sorry."</strong>His right hand still cupped and caressed my breast and I was lost, liquid fire swam inside me, melting my groin.<br/><br/>With his free hand he produced another little padlock and with it's open hasp, linked two of the 'D' rings on the cuffs. A little click and I was helpless, my wrists bound behind me, with arms and shoulders drawn a little back my chest was thrust out more. I felt so exposed, so lewd.<br/><br/>The butler made no further remark but letting go of my chest, he took the lead that swung from my collar and led me across the hall, through a beautifully appointed informal lounge to a set of wooden double doors. I followed behind, having to trot a little to keep up, my unprotected breasts jiggling.<br/><br/><strong>"Please, you're going to fast - uh!"</strong>I ended with a squawk of surprise as he tugged the leash harder.<br/><br/><strong><em>"From now on, Madam, you'll find everything goes too fast."</em></strong><br/><br/>He threw the remark insolently over his shoulder and I was about to bite his head off for his rudeness when the gravity of the situation struck me. He knocked twice with a gloved knuckle and without waiting for an answer, opened the door.<br/><br/>I had no time to prepare, I had to step forwards or fall. The leash went taut and my neck hurt. I went after him into a huge room with a gigantic stone fireplace and a roaring fire. Again, naked flames on sconces on the walls, high ceiling, tall windows covered with drapes...<em>welcome to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry...</em>things could not have been more surreal if Professor McGonagall herself had been there<em>...time to meet the Sorting Hat...</em>I blinked, knowing I was still blushing furiously, my face and neck and bosom were crimson with embarrassment. How I stayed on my feet I don't know but I did. I was led round and around and<em>around</em>(for a third time) a large table with easy chairs around it. I could half see three men sat there and could feel their eyes crawling over my body. I didn't look at them, but stared straight ahead, the cooler air on my skin making my nipples stand up stiffer than I had ever remembered them. I was afraid a tiny trickle of shiny fluid would bead on my inner thigh and give me away. They could probably smell my readiness...<br/><br/>The butler did his three circuits of the room, me following, high heels clicking. Then he stopped and I did too.<br/><br/><strong><em>"Good evening, Sir, the second of tonight's ladies is... late, Sir."</em></strong><br/><br/>He gave a sharp tug on the leash and with a small<strong>"Ouh!"</strong>I stepped forward.<br/><br/><em>Second?</em>I glanced around and for the first time noticed a dark-haired buxom woman sat on the lap of one of the men. She too wore stockings and heels and a sheer black - well it wasn't a dress. More a playsuit. She was curvaceous and pretty. Blushing even more I glanced away again.<br/><br/><strong><em>"Miss Jessica Markham."</em></strong>The butler handed the leash to one of the seated men,<em>they're all in silk robes! I bet they're naked underneath!</em>and then he withdrew with a serene but restrained bow, retiring backwards rapidly as he had before.<br/><br/>I was left standing there, exposed, bound and wet. I stared straight ahead, not daring to meet the men's gaze, my blush not stopping.<br/><br/><em>Never had three guys at once stare at your bare tits before, hm?</em><br/><br/><em>Do I say something?</em><br/><br/>I was too afraid to speak, so I didn't. What I did do surprised even me. I placed my ankles a few inches apart and pushed my chest out more.