The dominatrix from the atrium

It seems like a lifetime ago that you met the black haired women in her leather outfit. As you make eye contact, she frowns first and seems trying to place you, before a grin creeps on her face. She walks over to you.

"Ah, the boy with the promising boner from earlier. Did you have fun so far?"

You wince at this kind of greeting, but you are in a **** situation, so there's not time to play coy.

"I need your help," you say.
"Do you?" she replies quizzically.
"I am short of coins. Can you... can you get me to the other side?"

The dominatrix frowns. "How did you manage to lose all that precious money, I wonder? Well, you're not the brightest guy and your cock is doing the thinking for your, am I right?"

You bite your lip and finally nod. There's no doubt that you made some stupid decisions to find yourself in this situation.

"Well, I do admit I have a weakness for naive men who think with their cocks," the woman chuckles. "They are fun to play with. So yes, I can pay the entrance fee for you, I have more than enough coins in my pocket. But I demand something in return. You belong to me for the rest of the evening. Whenever I have need of you, you'll submit and follow my lead. Don't worry, I'll let you walk around alone. But when I call - you jump. Deal?"

You quickly wonder if simply not going into the inner sanctum of the villa is the smarter choice. But looking how **** some of these people here are to avoid it...

"Deal," you say.
The dominatrix smiles. "Good. I must inform you that contracts like this are taken very seriously here during this party. Come closer."

You step closer to her. Her musky perfume fills your head. She reaches to her side and unclips a leather collar of a dark red colour and places it around your neck. "You will call me 'Mistress' from now on, understood?" she coos firmly. Then she grabs your crotch: "And your cock belongs to me. No cumming, clear?"

You swallow and nod. There's beads of sweat on your neck. She reaches out for your cheek and gives you a pat. "Good boy. Now take your coins, run along - I'll find you when I need you." She chuckles. "Be sure to save your stamina for me. You'll gonna need it."

You walkt back to the guard at the gate who frowns at you. He clearly remembers that he just shooed you away. As you hand him the 2000 coins, he raises an eyebrow, then seems to notice your leather collar. But he is too professional to comment on that. He opens a small door placed inside the huge door. You step through.

You made it.

You just wonder about the price you just paid.