AndreaSubbie
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In the changing room, Ruby selected a locker and started to get changed. Off came the black pumps and black leggings, quickly followed by the cream silk blouse with its slightly tricky buttons down the front. They weren't really tricky; it was the trembling in her fingers. Standing in just her black concealing hood and contrasting white lacy small bra and matching thong, she wasn't the only woman in there but she tried not to watch the others and compare herself to them. She felt like the youngest one in the present company.
Rubyhad waited patiently throughout the greeting of MasterC and misidentifying of his companion of the evening. She'd had her feet together, bag over her shoulder, hands clasped in front of her belly, face lowered despite the anonymity of the hood. She'd said nothing, and intended to remain silent until the hood was off. It was a good association, hood and silence, and Ruby was fairly sure she could manage it. Think of it as the Film Directors instruction.
She probably should have been insanely jealous as the bouncers reeled off the names of some of Papa Bear's former club partners, but to her surprise, she only felt a kind of gratified relief that he so clearly knew what he was about. A man of experience. Respected. Desired. It felt like snaring him was quite an achievement.
Had she snared him? Or was she another temporary fling? Would he dump her like he obviously had dumped the others?
Now wasn't the time to think about that. Babygirl had Papa Bear now, and that was enough. Or rather, MasterC had babyslave. She almost giggled.
Taking a deep breath, Ruby slipped out of the white thong and out on the black one, then swapped bras, the white for the strapless black lacy one. On with the fairly minimal club-style blue halter backless shortdress, patent heels, and she was almost ready.
Ruby arranged the blue collar, leash, and two pairs of cuffs on the locker floor, and looked at them. This was the big moment. She knelt down and fastened the two ankle cuffs, one at a time, D-rings to the rear. Standing up, she fitted the wrist cuffs and lined up the rings facing out. Finally, she fitted the collar with the ring facing forward. The mirror showed her a mystery girl she didn't recognise.
What should she do with her little blue velvet bag? She left it in the locker, closed up, clipped the key onto the D-ring of her collar, and stepped through into the next room to search out MasterC.
Rubyhad waited patiently throughout the greeting of MasterC and misidentifying of his companion of the evening. She'd had her feet together, bag over her shoulder, hands clasped in front of her belly, face lowered despite the anonymity of the hood. She'd said nothing, and intended to remain silent until the hood was off. It was a good association, hood and silence, and Ruby was fairly sure she could manage it. Think of it as the Film Directors instruction.
She probably should have been insanely jealous as the bouncers reeled off the names of some of Papa Bear's former club partners, but to her surprise, she only felt a kind of gratified relief that he so clearly knew what he was about. A man of experience. Respected. Desired. It felt like snaring him was quite an achievement.
Had she snared him? Or was she another temporary fling? Would he dump her like he obviously had dumped the others?
Now wasn't the time to think about that. Babygirl had Papa Bear now, and that was enough. Or rather, MasterC had babyslave. She almost giggled.
Taking a deep breath, Ruby slipped out of the white thong and out on the black one, then swapped bras, the white for the strapless black lacy one. On with the fairly minimal club-style blue halter backless shortdress, patent heels, and she was almost ready.
Ruby arranged the blue collar, leash, and two pairs of cuffs on the locker floor, and looked at them. This was the big moment. She knelt down and fastened the two ankle cuffs, one at a time, D-rings to the rear. Standing up, she fitted the wrist cuffs and lined up the rings facing out. Finally, she fitted the collar with the ring facing forward. The mirror showed her a mystery girl she didn't recognise.
What should she do with her little blue velvet bag? She left it in the locker, closed up, clipped the key onto the D-ring of her collar, and stepped through into the next room to search out MasterC.