As I’ve said before, some Goths are really beautiful, but some are just wannabes.

Being so beautiful was about to become one girl’s undoing, however…

Sinead loved weekends. She loved times that she could ‘be herself’, not the corporate ‘suit’ that she had to be for her job. As such, she tended to go a bit overboard with her outfits.

The thick black collar, with the ring hanging from it, had been an impulse purchase; it was an expensive one, however. She had locked it on before she left the flat and was only now realising that she had left the key in the packet it came in.

“I hope I haven’t chucked it out by mistake, otherwise this will get very interesting”, she thought, with a giggle.

Things were about to get very interesting, anyway…

She looked down at the latex and lace she was wearing, as she walked along the road, her platform boots keeping up a steady rhythm. As a woman passed her, however, her mouth dropped open…

The six-foot blonde’s dress must have been painted on! She walked with a real swing in her step, her tight butt wiggling under her dress. Sinead goggled.

“It’s enough to turn one lesbian”, she thought. “What a figure! Wow…”

To her amazement, the woman looked back at her, lifted her sunglasses, and smiled at her. Oh God! Had she been staring? To her embarrassment, the woman stopped in front of her and held out a hand.

“Hi. I’m Michelle. And you are…?”

“Er… Um… Sinead.”, she replied, stammering and blushing. “Sorry, but I couldn’t help staring. You’re gorgeous!”

“I know,”, the woman replied, with a smile. “So are you, actually. Just one thing missing…”

Sinead looked to Michelle’s other hand. She was holding a leash.

“Your pet?”, Sinead asked.

“No, your lead”, Michelle said, suddenly clipping the leash onto the ring on Sinead’s collar.

“What the hell!?”, cried Sinead, trying to pull away, reaching up to her collar.

Michelle slapped her hands away.

“Pet, behave!”, she said. “I don’t want to have to discipline you on your first day, but I will if I have to.”

Before Sinead knew what was happening, Michelle had towed her away from where she was going and opened the door of a parked car.

“Get in”, she said, her voice with a menacing tone to it. “Don’t make me ask again…”

Shivering, Sinead got into the car and sat down. Michelle shut the door and walked round to the driver’s side.

Sinead tried to get out, but the child locks were on, stopping her from opening the door. She was barging against it, trying to force it, when Michelle slapped her.

“Behave!”, she shouted. “I can see you’re going to be a handful, so I’ll have to start training you straight away.”

Pushing Sinead’s head onto one side, she read a number off of the collar and tapped it into her phone. She then pressed a button.

Sinead jerked as the shock hit her. Michelle held her finger over the button.

“Do I need to do that again? You know, you should really check where you buy your collars from. Now, do up your seatbelt, and we can get going. And stop crying, you’ll mess your makeup.”

Sinead stared mournfully out of the window as the car drove away…