"And all I have to do is look pretty?"

***

"Where did you find this stuff?" Kay asked as she stared at herself in the mirror.

Leslie's voice rang out from the other room where she was getting herself ready for the evening festivities. "There's that little place over in Hollywood, 'The Sub Miss'. They have a full range of leather and rubber fashions. Just the thing for the now slave on the go."

"Give me the address. This stuff is weird and kinky, but I think I like it."

"Somehow I just knew you would," said Leslie under her breath. "Didn't I tell you you'd look better in leather then I would?"

"Kind'a hard to tell. There isn't much here."

Kay was still looking at her reflection in the mirror. The outfit her partner had gotten for her wasn't much more than a string bikini made out of black leather. Oh sure, it still couldn't be considered anywhere close to being normal day wear. Not when the tiny halter cups had silver studs dotting the smooth surface, and there were pieces which popped off so her nipples could stick out. Then there was the opening down the center of the G-string, giving easy access to her pussy.

An option Kay liked a lot!

There was more though. Like the leather straps at her wrists, elbows and ankles, all which matched the one circling her neck. Gleaming with the bright silver studs, rings and buckles which were part of each.

And then there were the shoes. Kay had always been justifiably proud of her legs. These outrageous heels Leslie had gotten made her legs even better!

Now all she'd have to do was learn how to walk in the damn things. They were really bedroom shoes. Something you'd slip into to make a desired effect, like making your lover crazy with desire, but you never really expected to go anywhere in them.