It didn’t take all that much planning. Liza knew Mr. Leash and CWM (Charles Winchester Milton) had become friends and were planning on attending a **private play party.** She wasn’t exactly qualified to be an exotic dancer but she thought the basics were obvious. Shaking her breasts, seductively touching herself, rubbing up against them.
This was the plan. They would be attending the function without submissives of their own and Liza would make them feel the pain of an unreleased erection. She was going to make them as hard as possible and leave them hanging; waiting for more. The thought made her laugh to herself.
With one last glance at the full length mirror, and a small sigh at wishing she had more to work with, she grabbed a coat and left the house.
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“... and she came before I even had a chance to remove the second clamp!” Mr. Milton said and the two men laughed.
They continued to exchange stories of subbie mishaps as they gave their drink orders to the submissive behind the bar. She was wearing a deep red half corset that allowed her breasts to hang in front of her. Princess enjoyed the approving glances and compliments she received when ordered to wear the skimpy garment along with her silk thong panties. She was a servant for this event and not permitted to wear shoes. In actuality, she would be spending more time on her knees than on her feet anyway.
From the other end of the room, the men turned their head at the sound of giggling and laughter. “I see Jane has made the trek out to this end of the country. Who is that man talking to her?” Mr. Leash asked his companion.
“Well, considering how terrified she is of sadists, I’m sure it must be that English guy from the Bay Area. If anyone can catch her and force her to give up her control, it’s going to be him.” answered Mr. Milton.
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The evening progressed and various scenes began. The two gentlemen were still engaged in conversation but it had moved from anecdotes to fire play. They were deep in conversation when the lights lowered and the music changed.
Def Leppard’s *Pour Some Sugar on Me* began to play and the men’s attention was drawn to the end of the room.