Blindfolded, the sub couldn't see what was going on, but her Mistress described everything in precise, taunting detail. A crowd was watching, appreciative of her screams with each smack of the paddle, but even so, it was only her domme's soft murmurs of approval that mattered.



It was their little ceremony. A ritual for lovers. Before each play party they dressed each other in latex. Powder was applied, latex slipped on with a subtle squeak, and polished to a shine. The last step was putting on the collar, domme to sub. That was love.



She wasn't sure what precisely made that moment perfect. The soft gasp as she pulled her sub's leash, or how the decorated collar looked on her, or her eagerness? But the best was how she melted into her embrace and into her kiss. Hers.



"That one!" The submissive pointed at a custom-made flogger. Her domme smiled, "Really? Why?" The sub looked up, eyes wide, "Because it will hurt so much when you use it on me, and because the color matches your eyes." The domme beamed, "Be careful what you wish for pretty girl!"