My gloved fingers trembled slightly as I inched the back door of my downtown tenement open, butterflies writhed in my tummy. Would he be waiting, my new collar in hand? His instructions were clear enough - come dressed as 'my slut'.
The door closed behind me, no going back now. My heel click's echoed around the glistening back alley as I tentatively ventured out into the cool night air. At the end of the alley I could just make out a dark figure in a full length black leather overcoat. OMG.
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