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Being his bondage beauty makes me so proud. We walk through the dark club, hand in hand, as Master and sub. My eyes are cast down, watching our feet move in unison. He’s fully dressed in a suit, and I’m wearing only a nude-colored thong. To anyone looking, I’d appear fully naked, save for my tall heels.
I’m not shy or ashamed; I’m his little work of art, or I will be once we get on stage. The crowd is milling about, drinking, dancing, and talking. I feel eyes clocking us as we move, and then murmurs follow. “He’s here.” “That’s the Dom I was telling you about.” “Oh, look.” Then, the group of people shifts focus when I follow him up to the center of the stage.