Charity was aghast when she looked at the picture. The model was naked except for heavy leather cuffs about her ankles and wrists and an equally heavy collar around her neck. She shuddered as she tried to imagine wearing that outfit to the party.
"I call this one the pussy slave look," remarked Anne as she flipped to the next page. Janice quickly shook her head, dismissing it, much to Charity's relief. The model in that picture had her head shaved, her tongue pierced and wore copious amounts of chains, many of which terminated at rings that pierced various parts of the girl's body.
"Then there's the pony slave," said Anne as she continued the tour of slavery.
"Very nice," commented Janice. "What do you think, Charity?"
Charity was dumbstruck as she looked at the latest picture. An elaborate array of leather straps crisscrossed the model's otherwise naked body. A metal bar was held in place by more leather straps around her head that held the bit in her mouth. Her arms were made useless by a kind of sleeve that extended from her upper arms to her hands and which held the arms together behind her back.
"But they're all naked!" exclaimed Charity.
"Of course they are," smiled Anne. "They're slaves." Then Anne flipped through several more pages to give Janice some more ideas.
"So what kind of slave will your pet-for-the-night be?" asked Anne.
"I just don't know," replied Janice. "There are so many exciting possibilities. What do you recommend?"
"Well, let's see," pondered Anne. She paused for a moment and then spoke to Janice. "I'm not sure. Let's see what we have to work with."
Janice nodded and then turned to Charity. "Be a dear and take off your clothes for us."
"What?!?!?!?" exclaimed Charity.
"Come now, dear," said Janice as she wrapped an arm around Charity's shoulders and hugged her. "Be a good little slave for me."
"But Aunt Janice!" protested Charity. "I had no idea that I'd be parading around naked. I can't do that!"
"Of course you can," replied Janice giving Charity another hug. "You have a beautiful body."
Janice then turned to Anne. "She is uncomfortable about her body."
"I'm not uncomfortable about my body, Aunt Janice!" insisted Charity. "I'm uncomfortable about being naked!"
"Same thing, dear. But maybe Anne can fix you up with a mask or something so nobody will know it's you. Now be a good girl and take off your clothes."
"But.." protested the girl.
"Now!" commanded Janice.
With a groan and the roll of her eyes, Charity reluctantly stripped in front of the two women. She draped one arm across her chest and used the opposite hand to provide some modesty to her sex but there was no way to hide her blush as it seemed to spread from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.
"Very nice," commented Anne as she walked slowly around Charity. "Very, very nice. I have a few ideas for you. Let me go get a few things."
Anne disappeared through the curtain and returned carrying a tangle of leather straps and some articles of clothing that Charity did not recognize. The first slave outfit was a corset and heels. The red corset was wrapped around the girl and then tightened, reducing Charity's waist by a couple of inches but also reducing her breathing to shallow pants. Metal handcuffs trapped her hands behind her back and she was helped into the outrageously high-heeled shoes. Anne plumped the girl's breasts, causing Charity to step back quickly and almost toppling over and then the saleslady stepped back to inspect her work.
"This would be more of a parlor slave look. Beautiful and decorative. Available for sex but unable to serve, although you could lock her hands in front, which would provide a little freedom for serving."
"I like the look," nodded Janice. And indeed she did like it. Charity's breasts were supported by the half cups of the corset but were left almost entirely exposed. The soft upper swells of each mound, along with the succulent nipples, were completely visible. The bottom of the corset left Charity's sex completely exposed. And the heels accentuated the fine lines of her legs.
"If I were you, I'd remove this," said Anne as she tugged on some of Charity's pubic hair. "Shaving would enhance the effect. You might also consider a ball gag. I have one in a matching red."
"I think I'll pass on the gag," Janice replied. "But I might just have to shave her. It would look nice. We'll see."
"What is going on?" wondered Charity. She was being handled. And she was being talked about as if she weren't even there. "No, it's worse than that," she thought. "It's as if I'm here but my thoughts and wishes don't matter!"
Despite the sudden realization that she was being treated like a pet or an inanimate object, she was becoming aroused. Or maybe it was because of how she was being treated. She made a mental note to include some of this treatment in one of her stories.
The next outfit was a set of leather straps. Some went around wrists, upper arms, ankles and thighs. Each strap had rings sewn into them, apparently for fastening things to her. A matching leather collar circled her throat. A set of straps were fitted around the base of each breast, squeezing them and causing them to bulge slightly. These straps fastened together behind her back. The finishing touch was a leather belt that fastened around her waist with two straps leading from the front, between her legs to the back where it was attached and tightened. Anne then stooped down and adjusted the straps between her legs, using them to pull her labia apart.
"Wet one, isn't she?" observed Anne to Charity's horror.
"She's always that way," agreed Janice. "She's a hot little number."
"This one is a variation on the pony theme," informed Anne. "It gives the same feel but it would be impractical for real pony play. It does have some advantages, however." With that, Anne reached out and bounced the two bulging breasts in her palms. "Everything's on display."
"Very nice," smiled Janice. "I like this one better than the first one."
"Aunt Janice," whined Charity. She was mortified at the thought of just being in this thing, let alone being seen in public in this lewd way.
"You should get her in the habit of calling you mistress," advised Anne. "It will be more realistic at the party."
"Good idea," agreed Janice. She stepped in front of Charity and held the full breasts in her palms, letting her thumbs brush back and forth across the very stiff nipples. "From now on, you will call me mistress." Charity groaned in response.
"What was that, little one?" asked Janice.
"Arrrggghhh!" groaned Charity again. "Yes Mistress," she replied sullenly.
"Better," smiled Janice. Then she turned her head toward Anne. "What else do you have?"
"I have one more that I would recommend. The harem slave look. By the way, is she really your niece?"
"Yes she is," nodded Janice.
"Kinky!" grinned Anne. "I love it!"
Charity was left standing naked with her breasts feeling like they were caught in nooses. The stranger who she had just met had walked through the curtain after declaring her love of the kinkiness of her current predicament. And she was left with her new 'Mistress.'
"Let me help you out of that," offered Janice as she released the straps from behind Charity's back. One by one, the strips of leather were peeled away until Charity was left totally naked once again.
Anne came through the curtain carrying more items. "I love this look. But it's totally up to you."
Charity quickly learned that 'this look' consisted of very little that would protect her modesty. The pantaloons that she pulled up her legs were so sheer and so diaphanous that she may as well not wear anything, although she did not offer that opinion for fear that she might actually end up wearing nothing.