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Submissive's Ball
(Mistress Daria)

Jennifer gave her a close embrace before slipping back and swatting her on the ass. "Come here wench, or we'll be late for the ball. Our coach awaits us."

It was a gorgeous night to be driving out to the big city: Cold but a clear night not a cloud in the sky, a full moon to light the couple's way along the highway. The drive to San Francisco was a good hour and a half, and after pulling off the highway it was another twenty minutes before they arrived at the gala. Jennifer carefully moved her way though the narrow streets of the posh district to what appeared to be nothing more than an old abandoned warehouse. Driving up into the covered entrance, Jennifer hesitated before the front of a large roll-up door. Getting out of the car she walked slowly up to, then knocked on a smaller door set to its side. A small non-descript panel opened and Jennifer showed the invitation. The small panel door snapped shut, and as Jennifer got back into the car, the large door began to move up. Driving into the house garage, Jennifer parked the car. She got out and went around to the trunk where she took out a few items that Kayla wasn't able to see. Finally with Kayla feeling much anticipation Jennifer walked around the car to open her door. 

As Kayla went to get out Jennifer stopped her. "I need your feet first, pet." When she swung her feet out of the car towards her, she discovered what one of those items from the trunk was. Jennifer pushed her dress up clearing the way to fastened a narrow padded leather cuff around each of Kayla's ankles. A chain, about three and a half feet long, linked the two cuffs together. She then realized that she was going to be hobbled this night. Guiding her from the car, Jennifer spoke again, "Hold your hands out cunt." As she obeyed, she looked down to watch her attach a short length of delicate chain between her wrist cuffs. As a last touch she clipped a stainless steel lead to Kayla's collar. "You are so finely put together now that we won't have you mistaken for a Domme tonight." 

She followed just behind her as Jennifer held her leash lightly in her elegant yet firm hand leading her to the admissions table where two members of the organizing body of the group were sitting. Jennifer again showed the invitation and gave it to them. Even though the woman behind the table knew Jennifer all too well, she still followed the protocol. 

"Names!" she snapped sharply.

"Jennifer Laflamme and Kayla Williams," Jennifer answered.

"Since?"

"Me, nineteen ninety four, her two thousand two." The woman who was also standing behind the table looked quickly through her ledger then nodded.

With a smile the woman looked up at the two and spoke again. "Great that you could come tonight Jennifer, Kayla." Then glaring mostly at Kayla she continued, "I'm sure that this will be an especially interesting night for you my dear."

As the two ladies walked over to the freight elevator behind the admissions table, Kayla leaned in close to Jennifer and asked in a whispering voice, "What did she mean by that?"

Lifting up the gate to the elevator, Jennifer just smiled and said, "Don't worry. You'll find out soon enough."