Lae-zel takes control

From that night on things had been very different. The following morning before breaking camp, Lae'zel had called everyone together to make an announcement. Longsword in hand and clad in an elaborately bejeweled and rather revealing breastplate and tasset combination she had declared herself party leader, and when the inevitable murmurs of dissent started to ripple among the group she silenced them by calling out, "****!".

Dutifully you emerged from your tent, head bowed as you approached your mistress. Lae-zel pointed at the ground with her sword, ordering you to take your place at her feet. You complied, avoiding eye contact with the others as you lowered yourself to your knees. The party looked on horrified by your dishevelled appearance. Your face bore bruises from the duel and your body scars from the rough sex that followed, a visible rash across your chin and cheeks from the seemingly endless hours of lapping at the Gith's prickly pussy.

Once in position, Lae'zel nodded down at you, a silent command which you obeyed without thought. Lowering yourself further to your hands and knees you pressed your lips against the leathery, yellow skin of her bare foot before parting them and lavishing it with long, reverent licks. To your immense shame the degrading act stirred arousal within you, your cock hardening in your soiled underclothes despite being raw and sore from your mistress' ****.

Eyes gleaming with triumph, Lae'zel looked over the party inspecting each member for any sign of opposition to her leadership, but for all their pity the others did not wish to end up like you. Besides, the Gith was a fearsome warrior with a solid plan for getting rid of the parasites, and seemed more knowledgeable of the mindflayers than any of them. Why not let her lead?

So just like that, Lae'zel had assumed leadership of the party with you as her pet. You could hear the others whispering as they dispersed to break camp but Lae-zel quickly brought your attention back to her with a slap from the flat of her blade.

"Come, we must prepare for the day ahead." she commanded.

The Gith set about changing out of her ceremonial garb for something more practical, mumbling to herself as she tossed the odd piece of gear towards you in between equipping her own armor. The pieces were not your usual mail, but random items looted from your fallen foes. As you inspected them you realised that they were not really armour at all - a tiny loincloth fashioned from leather, a pair of jewel encrusted cuffs for your wrists and an odd pair of sandals that strapped up in a criss-cross pattern to the knee. Not only would the items offer little protection in battle but they would make you look ridiculous. Turning to Lae-zel with a confused expression she silenced you with a glare, spurring you into action and you hurriedly set about putting them on.

As if reading your thoughts, Lae-zel spoke, "It might not look like much but do not be fooled. Each item is enchanted, their combination enhancing their power. You will find yourself just as well protected in those as when donning your mail, but you will be lighter, faster and more... appealing." A smirk flirted upon the edge of her lips as she winked at you.

You finally laced up the second sandal and stood, surprised at how light and sprightly you felt. You could sense the truth in Lae-zel's words - power hummed from your new equipment and you felt invigorated, but unfortunately you also looked utterly ridiculous. The loincloth barely covered the top half your thighs and the pouch beneath was far too tight, the back strap slipping up between your cheeks. Your exposed chest and arms rippled with muscle, glinting in the morning sunlight, but combined with the rather revealing nature of your new attire you looked more like you belonged in a troupe of performers than a party of adventurers.

Just as you were about to muster the courage to protest, Lae-zel approached carrying one final item. She slipped the leather collar around your neck in a quick, easy motion, fastening it just tight enough to squeeze, but not to hinder your breathing. Your urge to protest grew even stronger but the Gith spoke first. "The finishing touch, my pet." Noting the concern in your expression she added. "Breathe deep, pet. Relax, then tell me... how do you feel?"

You did as Lae-zel commanded and in that moment of silence you felt something. A sudden sense of wellness rose up inside you, a strange surge of vigour and clarity that left you feeling stronger, sharper and more confident. The Gith watched your expression closely, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

"There it is... feels good, doesn't it?" she asked teasingly. "That is perhaps the most powerful item of the lot." Her hand fell to her belt and she rattled the row of potions strapped into it. "It holds the power of many of these, the grace of a cat, the strength of a bull and more, provided certain... conditions are met."

Lae-zel smirked again, then began to move back to the camp supplies to finish her preparations. She was only a few steps away when you began to feel the power fading - your keen senses starting to dull and the pulsing energy flowing through your muscles starting to fade. Instinctively you moved towards your mistress, the power gradually returning until, now all but pressed up against her you felt the full extent of the collar's effects rushing through you once more. It was invigorating. Intoxicating. But clearly it was reliant upon close proximity to Lae-zel to have any effect.

As Lae-zel busied herself with the final touches to her attire you lowered yourself to the ground at her feet. More than ever this felt like the right place to be. The only place to be. With her back to you it was not possible to see the satisfied grin spread across Lae-zel's face and she had to **** it away as she turned back, ready to face the day. As she strode over to join the rest of the group you quickly sprang to your feet and followed closely behind, basking in the now very real glow of your mistress' presence.

Much to everyone's surprise, Lae-zel's first act as party leader was to offer the group a choice - they had multiple options ahead of them, each seemingly as important as the next. After some deliberation, with you remaining mute of course, it was decided...