It was Maria’s first time at the fetish club and at the front desk, being asked about whether she was a mistress or a slave by the cute blonde at the desk was not what she had expected upon arriving. The gorgeous brunette, who despite her looks did have some wavering confidence in social scenarios, was dressed in flat boots, leggings, and a black top that criss-crossed over her torso and chest. It was the most revealing thing she owned, and it was fitting she thought for a visit to a club that delved more into fetishes and she was rather curious about some of them.“A mistress?” She asked in confusion, not entirely sure what she meant.
The girl broke into a grin. “Mistress it is, we’ve got an outfit for you right this way mistress.”
Even more confused, Maria just shrugged and followed the girl off to the side where a row of dressing rooms were. She opened the first one and indicated for her to enter. Maria stepped into the room and looked down at the outfit of black leather that was laid out on the bench. “I can’t wear this!” She said turning to the girl but the door was already shut and locked with a click.
Seeing a bag hanging on a hook, presumably for her own clothes, Maria figured what the heck and began stripping out of her own clothes to dress in these outlandish fetish ones that were left out for her. Surprisingly, everything fit her very well. Staring at the mirror, she had never felt so transformed by clothing in her life. The heels on her thigh high boots were uncomfortable, and she knew that she would be in a lot of pain in the morning, but they made her legs look incredibly long. Sheathed in black leather all the way up to mid thigh, where they were met with a short leather miniskirt. The corset-like top didn’t have any straps that left her shoulders bare, but propped up her breasts to make them seem even bigger. Long black gloves that almost reached up to her shoulders completed the outfit.
As she exited the dressing room, the girl who’s name Maria still didn’t know clapped her hands. “Wow!” She gasped. “You look amazing! You can dominate me anytime.” She said with a wink.
Maria also blushed at her words before she was led back into the main area. “Now enjoy yourself, maybe you’ll find a cute slave to lick your boots out there.”
She walked off, leaving Maria unsure of what to do next as she realized some of the clubbers were now staring at her. Shrinking away subconsciously, she realized she needed to be more dominant in her current outfit as she was now a dominatrix, and while she was a submissive at heart, she found the change of pace rather exhilarating with how the leather felt on her body and she soon strode through the club with her head held high, on her way to the bar for a drink.
An hour later, Maria found herself enjoying every aspect of this club. The outfit changed the way people looked at her, and she’d had a couple of conversations that could lead to more prospective enjoyments later tonight. Then the girl from the front desk appeared at her elbow. “Mistress Maria, do you mind following me?” She asked with a smile. “We have something we would like to offer.”
Curious, Maria stood. “And what may that be?” She asked.
“A transformation.” The girl laughed before beckoning for her to follow.
For the second time that night, Maria found herself following this girl through the hallways of the club before she indicated for Maria to walk through a curtained doorway. Maria obliged, and soon found herself on a stage with bright lights shining towards her. An MC walked over. “Give her a big hand everyone, for our volunteer for the evening! May we know your name?”
Maria was terrible at any form of public speaking but she was standing before all these people in a dominatrix outfit and put as much confidence as she could into her next word. “Maria.”
“Well everyone, hello to Mistress Maria. Now the real question is, do we like her as a mistress? Or do we TRANSFORM her to a slave?”
The crowd roared their approval as two men walked onto the stage with a plethora of bondage gear in their hands. Maria’s heart skipped a beat. “What is the meaning of this?” She asked, trying to stay in her dominatrix character while internally her heart was beating a mile a minute.
“No one explained it to you?” The MC asked. “It’s simple, we bring up an unsuspecting volunteer dominatrix onstage, and transform her!”
At his last shout to the crowd, the two men grabbed Maria and yanked her arms behind her. “Hey! Wait! Unhand me this instant!” She shouted.
The audience seemed to love watching the dominatrix onstage get manhandled. She squirmed in their grip but they easily buckled leather cuffs around her gloved wrists and linked them together. Another set followed at her elbows, pulling her shoulders back and threatening to spill her breasts out of the corset top. Her shouting and protesting were interrupted by a panelgag with a red rubber ball on the inside that soon entirely filled her mouth and was buckled under her long hair, robbing her of her speech. The men worked quickly with the rest of her bondage. Leather straps around her chest and waist pinned her arms to her back. Straps at the thighs hobbled her, along with more cuffs buckled around her ankles and linked with a ten inch chain. A leather collar was next, padlocked around her throat with a leash dangling between her breasts. “And a slave she now is!” The MC called to the audience’s laughter.
He next ran a hand up her side, causing her to squirm in her bonds before pulling down the top of her corset and her breasts burst out for the audience to see. Maria went bright red at being exposed like this, but as her leash was picked up and tugged, she realized quickly she had absolutely no say in anything anymore. As she was led off of the stage, stumbling as she went, she couldn’t help but smile behind her gag at the way this night had transformed her.