With a snap of his fingers, his aide, a young man with shoulder length white blond hair, appeared from around the desk. He wore only a heavy leather chest harness, leather cuffs and a collar, each with rings for easy attachment and binding. Around his waist was a modest leather apron angle cut so that an erection would push it to the side, with a thong running, like hers, between and around his legs to the waistband.  She giggled as she noticed that he had the same adjustable nipple clips with the chain running down his belly as she did.

“We’re twins!”  She smiled as she let him peek at the clips and squealed as he pulled his apron aside and showed how his was attached to his pierced cock and Prince Albert.  She noticed the welts, the same length and width of the riding crop, could be seen running across his thighs and cock.

They were both giggling when he got a very sharp whack with the riding crop across his bare butt.  His eyes flashed for a second and he smiled at her and rolled his eyes, making her laugh more.   He asked their drink orders and went sharply to retrieve them, bowing and backing away on tippy toes very dramatically.  The Captain, adjusting his vinyl uniform and caressing his riding crop, raised an eyebrow and dismissed his aide away. She was blushing red from laughing and did her best to stand quietly still.

“There are four vanity rooms for this evening sir. The pedestal is the center piece in front of the main balcony. Did you have any others in your party?”

“Yes two”   

The Captain took her hand and held it high, twirling her.  He kissed her on each cheek, and gave her his card according to European military protocol. “At your service miss”

She blushed again and curtsied ever so slightly.

They made their way through the other guests when ‘the aide’ arrived with their drinks.  She sipped and took a deep breath, smelling the caterer’s food tables.
”Are you hungry?” 

“Ohh yes, please”  She smiled sweetly for reading her mind and kissed him lightly. He motioned again to the aide who appeared promptly and accepted her leash.

“May I ask why you were asked to hold my leash?”  She asked the aide and slipped him sips of her drink.

“So no one will bother you. No one would be so rude to touch your leash, but there are those who would take an opportunity to see if you were available.”
”I see, I think”

“He’s making it clear that you are not available. Everyone will notice this little gesture”

She raised her head and straightened her back, holding her drink in front of her and waited patiently on her leash for him and hoping the aide was right and others did notice the gesture  . . . and smiled thinking of him.

He returned with food, and Perrier, accepted her leash and gave his card to the aide who would be rewarded later for his courtesy.  He led her to a small corner alcove where she could see the rest of the room.  He fed her bites of kabob, couscous, pita and olives.  She watched the crowd throughout the room.  The vinyl fetishes stood out with the bright colored PVC, one with a stark white PVC nurses uniform with a red cross, the ladies wearing tight corsets, thongs, garters and stockings.  The leather boys and leather ladies and the pony girls. 

He motioned to ‘the aide’ again, handed over her leash and had him escort her to refresh herself.   She was led to one of the master bathrooms where ‘the aide’ held her leash high indicating for her to stand still as he unfastened her dress, undressed her and carefully released the clamps on her nipples and clit.  She blushed and they both giggled a little as he adjusted the harness loosening the front straps, where she could sit then freshen herself but keeping the dildo in place. 

She modestly sat, and stared into his eyes as he held her leash.  She stood again, washed, checked herself and turned and stood silently in front of him as he adjusted her harness so her cunt was properly presented, reattached all three clips, adjusted them for comfort and redressed her.

“All better now?”  the aide, checked her again to  make sure she was perfect

“Yes, very. Thank you kind sir”  She wondered if he noticed she was wet from his attention when he reconnected the clip to her hood.

He presented her back to her master, accepted two more cards and returned them to The Captain, who gave him a hard whack with his crop for a job well done.  She sat close and offered a kiss and parted her legs slightly as he peeled her dress back from her legs and ran his finger down the silver chain to her clit and stroked her.  She glanced to see a few guests looking at him petting her, her thighs were wet, her clit was throbbing and she covered his mouth with hers  . . .

A few moments later, the lights dimmed slightly and a spotlight appeared over the pedestal and she looked up to see a very pretty blond with short hair step up . . .