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Slave's Devotion
(Mistress Daria)

She went into the main room and got dressed as I went about putting my makeup on. I loved to look good for Mistress. I wanted her to want me always. 



"I've already laid your clothes out on the bed, Slave," she called out to me from the bedroom.



"I'm coming, Mistress," I replied back to her.



"I hope you're not," she jokingly said as I walked into the room, "I haven't even begun to touch you yet."



I smiled at her sarcasm. I loved her sense of humor. I walked over to the bed where she had already spread out my clothing. A pair of black slacks, which made me smile since Mistress almost never allows me to wear slacks or pants of any kind, even jeans. A white blouse with a stylish midnight blue coat. I knew I hadn't packed any of them into my suitcase beforehand. 



"They are so nice! Thank you, Mistress," I said, and not noticing any bra or panties I asked, "No bra or panties tonight Mistress?"



"No, you are not to wear anything underneath," she replied, pulling over a gorgeous black cashmere sweater over her gorgeous breasts.



"I would, however, like you to put these on," she said as she picked up something from the bedside table while approaching me with them dangling from her hand. They were a pair of small brass nipple clamps, attached to a thin chain. 



She took one and attached it, then the other to my exposed nipples as I winced from the cold sharpness of their tiny teeth as they bit into the tender flesh of my areola's. They might have been small, but they certainly hurt. 



She pulled something else from her purse. A small toy. It was shaped like a bullet and she carefully placed it inside my pussy and grinned, pleased by her own handiwork. 



"Now get dressed, we have a big night planned," she said. 



I began wondering out loud. "What is this bullet supposed to be doing, Mistress?" It was just sitting still inside my pussy.



"Don't," she replied, pulling her belt through the loops of her pants. 



I simply shrugged, knowing better than to say another word and just went about putting the rest of the clothes she laid out for me on. I was still wincing when I brushed against the nipple clamps as I put my blouse on. Oh my god, they hurt like hell and what about this thing inside my cunt? I couldn't figure out its purpose, but it was bothering the hell out of me, that was for certain. 



After finally managing to put on all my clothes with as little bumping into my aching nipples as possible, she nudged forward my shoes for me to put on, hating having to bend down with those fucking nipple clamps attached to my tits. Just one wrong move and they would tug sharply at my sore breasts. 



"Are you ready Slave?" she asked me, as I finished up the last strap on the high heels of my stilettos.