Cross dressed slavery

I looked a little skeptical, but Leena was already fitting the strap through the d-rings on the bondage hood. The gag was obviously made for the hood, and I wondered where Leena was pulling all this stuff from. Before I could ask a question, or object, it was in my mouth, the strange taste of rubber and something medicinal on my tongue. It was crafted in an oblong shape, so that my lips were spread around it in a very suggestive and obscene manner. I grunted in surprise, and realized now I was really silenced. No more objections. I tested my weight against the handcuffs. A surge of fear went through me. I was helpless, I felt a wave of anxiety build behind my eyes – but then it passed, and I felt instead a strange sense of release. The gag even tasted sweet, and I licked it tentatively. Then the doorbell rang, and I turned to look at the door.

Leena let the two Japanese men in with absolute confidence. They were young and dressed in sharp black suits, with black sunglasses. They looked surprisingly hip, compared to the image of a gray haired department store buyer that I had in my head. And then behind them came a large black woman, dressed in a tight pair of go-go pants and fishnet stockings, and a long open trenchcoat of black silk. She looked familiar, but maybe only because of all of the tall, busty models who worked for Leena. For some reason the sight of her filled me with fear, maybe the idea that another woman would look at me, dressed like this. She smiled at Leena and shrugged off her coat. Underneath she was wearing a fluffy white mohair sweater, cropped at her stomach and stretched around her ample bust. I sucked in air around the gag in surprise, and for some reason they all turned to look at me at the same time. I stood there, frozen, unable to walk. They all approached the platform together.

Leena said, Here she is. A real surprise. She gestured, waving circles with one hand, which meant I was supposed to walk the platform. I turned carefully, and imitating the models I had seen here, did a short turn down the platform, then spun and came back. I heard a soft laugh behind me and my skin suddenly burned with embarrassment. When I reached the end of the platform I stopped and looked down. The Japanese were smiling, nodding politely, and Leena looked pleased, but for some reason they all looked…carnivorous.