Goth CD

The bright pink helmet was the first thing she noticed.

DJ stopped stark still on the sidewalk to stare at the feminine boy who stood 20 yards away from her. Nodding because a helmet would be mandatory when she took Jason prom dress shopping later, DJ was glad that her orders had been followed.

Moving from that, she began to take in the rest of Jason. Jason’s pale skin and small stature certainly paired well with the gothic style he had been hiding from the rest of the school. Until now of course.

Covering her body from foot to hands was a fishnet body suit. DJ had picked this one out special while they had chatted the night before. While only she knew about it, the fact that it had an open crotch would make any torments or playtime she had in mind later that much easier.

Bringing Jason’s diminutive height up from the 5 '4 it normally stood at, the black six inch stiletto platform high heeled boots buckled up her calves and ended just below her knees.

Covering up that aforementioned opening, was the cutest pink and black pleated miniskirt. It had a tulle lair that came just a bit past the hem to make it seem longer than it was. It still did not seem long enough to be allowed at a highschool.

To be honest, the item covering her impressive breasts likely wasn’t any more legal in the setting. The black bikini had pink edging and a skull covering each breast. The best part was on the front of the g-string bottoms was the line ‘Do Not Disturb’, it was DJ’s favorite part. Mostly because she intended to disturb it quite often.

In the hand that didn’t hold the pink motorcycle helmet, her black purse with the pink pentagram on it sat. DJ wondered if Jason had filled it with all the items she had instructed him to. Either way, she would get to have her fun.

Finally making her way to his makeup and hair, DJ could feel the surprise hit her. She had known that Jason was practicing at home during weekends, and sometimes late at night, but nothing could have prepared her for the vision that greeted her sight.

Even PK whistled appreciatively in DJ’s mind. ‘Damn, other me does good work.’

Shaking her head at the inflated ego of the ageless entity, DJ began the march across the distance separating them. Her high heels resounded off the concrete as students began to gather in groups to watch the spectacle. Typically, something as significant as Jason showing up looking like a nerd's wet dream would be cause for derision and teasing. Instead, word had spread. Until DJ allowed it, they were to be hands off on her girly.

Jason stood there waiting for DJ to finally approach, idly rubbing the toe of one platform boot into the ground. Stepping up in front of Jason, DJ stopped just close enough to be able to reach out and touch him if she wanted. Tilting her head to the side, DJ’s mane of wild hair waved in the slight breeze.

“I told you what would happen if you showed up here today looking like that.” The simple statement carried weight that no one around them understood. For Jason and DJ, everyone else had ceased to mean anything.

Jason’s voice was soft and small. DJ could tell the lack of practice and the fear of being read, even if everyone around them already knew, was keeping his normally louder voice contained. “Yes Mistress.”

DJ’s only response was to stare into Jason’s eyes for one long moment before nodding. “Good.” Reaching into her black and white purse, she pulled out a solid ring of steel. The collar had a key that opened it just enough for Jason’s slender neck to fit through it. Slowly, giving Jason any chance to stop the process, DJ slid the collar around his neck. As it settled around his neck, she turned the key, feeling it lock into place.

“You are mine now.”

And suddenly, to both of their ears the sounds of the gathered school crashed in on their world. Jason’s terrified eyes shot around like a caged animal searching for escape as he saw everyone staring and pointing at the two of them. His breath became short and ragged as his hands began to tremble. Then he felt DJ’s long nailed hand rest on his cheek and he gazed up into her eyes.

“Breath.” The single command allowed Jason to let someone else make the decision on how to handle the sudden influx of humiliation paired with pride and fear. He slowly took deep breaths as DJ held his gaze. “Good girl.” The term sent a shock of pleasure through Jason. For DJ, her only feeling was the world centering itself. She felt complete now. “We have class. You will go to history class. Keep your phone on you. And I pray to the goddess that you packed your purse correctly. Now, give me your helmet and go to class.”

Jason’s trembling hand almost dropped the helmet as he handed it over to his Mistress. The thought was alien in his mind, but he repeated it over and over as a form of meditation. Mistress, DJ is my Mistress. Once it rested in DJ’s hands, he turned on his high heels and slowly began to walk into class. He knew that everyone had seen that, and that if they hadn’t they would hear about it soon. As he walked away, Jason heard his phone buzz. Pulling it out of the pink purse he looked down and saw one text message.

Mistress - I’m proud of you.