Just some simple black leather and white lace

I ring the doorbell and do the last step I was told – remove the coat I’ve been wearing – leaving me fully dressed and exposed. Waiting for them to open the door. True to Zane’s words, he let me keep the outfit after I finished the last shots for his catalogue. And now, here I was – standing in it and nothing else, waiting to be let into the boys’ apartment.

I slowly look over my outfit as the seconds tick by. The tightest corset I’ve ever seen – something that took Luna multiple minutes to fully lace up and tighten – and even a few swear words from me as she managed to get it tighter than my body wanted it to be.

The black leather-like fabric starts just above my hips, flaring out with little beaded fringe at the sides before pulling my waist in to the most uncomfortable hourglass shape. Even having had this one for almost two hours – knowing I wouldn’t be able to retighten it myself, it is still making me feel every breath I take. The leather continues up my sides, slick and smooth, broken only by seams helping hold the framing of the corset in place. The leather ends right number my tits, pushing them front and center, with only a delicate white lace that barely covers my nipples.

Below the corset is a small black thong, simple except for the few seams that mimic the corset, even if they are only there for show. Simple black stockings with a matching white lace top cover my legs and a pair of 4-inch black heels adorn my feet.

While that was enough for the photoshoot, I did listen to Luna and added few more items that Zane didn’t ask for, just for the boys to ensure they wouldn’t forget tonight. Three black leather straps are tightened around each of my arms – one on my biceps, another right above the elbow and the last at my wrists. Each of these straps has a giant d-ring on the sides of them. With a single chain going from each of the d-rings to the final piece of my outfit – a large choker collar secured around my neck, with a large d-ring in the middle of my throat. To top off the outfit – I had a special tag made - a small charm attached to it with one word written on it, “TOY”.

I swallowed, feeling the collar press against my throat as the spit makes it way past. I felt the wind blow against my bare ass, causing a shiver to run down my spine.

If this wasn’t trying something new, then I have no idea what would qualify.

I stood in the doorway, each second passing by excruciatingly slow until the I could hear the handle turn and the door open.