In Due Time

“Actually, it’ll go away on its own in an hour or so,” said Millicent. “You’re lucky it was Beaufort. Had it been someone else, you might have been stuck like that. The Fantasy Fetish Fair is not a good place to piss someone off.”

Wonderful. So I spent the next hour giggling inanely and trying not to jiggle too much. Of course, spanking Tara’s ass made the time go by a little quicker and Bit running around proclaiming, “Me so horny!” was hysterical.

Eventually, however, the changes passed and suddenly we were ourselves again...although I still had big boobs. Grrrrrrrrr.

“Just in time for the demonstrations,” said Millicent. “Not that your conditions would have changed anything, but at least you can concentrate on our presentation.”

“Oh, joy,” said Tara, giving me a dark look. She was not happy with me after I had reddened her ass repeatedly during her bad girl phase.

Millicent gave her a look, but let it slide. “All right, here’s how it works,” she said. “On that table are five sets of equipment. Each set consists of two wrist cuffs, two ankle cuffs, a thin belt and a collar. Put them on.”

We eyed the bondage equipment with a skeptical eye.

“You’re not going Fifty Shades on us, are you?” said Tara.

“Very funny,” said Millicent, “and no. We’re demonstrating a few magic items for the crowd and this equipment will help channel the arcane energies...which is something you’ll learn about once you’re active in the sorority. Just do what I tell you to and we’ll be done in no time. Easy peasy.”

“Fine,” mumbled Tara. The rest of us nodded our understanding as well.

We walked to the table. All five sets looked identical, so we each grabbed a random set. Alice and I helped each other don our wrist and ankle cuffs. Then we locked the belts around our waists and the collars on our throats.

Although all five sets had been a neutral gray when we selected them from the table, once they were in place, they changed colors to match what we were wearing. My wrist and ankle cuffs (and presumably my belt and collar) changed to black, matching my latex outfit. Alice’s became white, matching her sexy nurse outfit. Tara’s became black and hot pink, Bit’s became blue and John’s black, the color of his pants.

The tent filled rapidly and soon the stands were full. Millicent looked over the crowd, then nodded at us.

“At least we’re fashionable,” said Alice.

“Very funny,” said Tara.

“Grump,” said Alice.

“Enough,” said Millicent, putting a microphone headset on. “Here we go.”