Chapter Eight
Hilary was with her new master in a conference room of businessmen and women. While they were dressed in conservative blues and greys, she wore her collar and leash, a leather corset, lace topped hose affixed to garters, and a pair of impossible stilettos. She was becoming accustomed to impossible shoes, and after days and days of practice, the balls of her feet were hurting less. There was nothing to cover her genitals or the tips of her brown n*****s peeking erectly over the top of the corset.
“Slave on your knees,” Nils commanded Hilary.
While the meeting proceeded Hilary graciously served coffee, tea and sandwiches to the chattering executives, performing her task as though there was nothing unusual about a half-naked, p***y-exposed woman slaving for such a gathering
