He drove, I just sat there, silence, i knew better than to speak, a sub should only speak when spoken too. Bumps in the road, caused my breasts to bounce and my earings to tug at my ear lobes. it also caused the heavy steel cock cage to bunce in my lace panties, All were either diffrent or new sensations for me, my false silcon filled breasts bigger than my usual size at the request of the guy sat beside me driving me to meet his fellow club members. Again the earings, a present from my new maser, are bigger and heavier than I would ever choose for myself, let alone the fact they spell out the word slut in the middle of the hoop. The cock cage is another matter, actually smaller than I would prefer, its weight coming from the solid steel bars it is constructed from, I have not handled it aside from when fitted, then only for a moment while I wiped the stainless steel tip that screwed the tube down the bore of my cock, thet it makes its precence felt when walking and going over the aformentioned bumps, it clearly adds to the weight between my legs., making its presence know constantly, with out me even having any errection causing stimulus. The miles pass it is a short journey, no more than ten miles, but sat up in his four by four I am very much on display, my bright purple pussybow blouse drawing the eye, though at least it is only the lorry driver at the entance to a roundabout who gets to see how short my pvc skirt is. Though after walking through the carpark at my local tesco express, I have been humiliated enough in that department, I wonder what the lad with the camera phone is doing with his video / photos of me. clearly from the way he was pannning it, he was doing one or the other. Passing through the city center, I am very self concious as we stop at pedestrian crossings but need not worry most people are busy about there day, with ony one guy stealing a second look, I wonder if it painted to look like a blow up doll make up that pulls his eyes back to me. something else I am wearing that is heavier than usual. My lips painted bright glossy red, blusher making my cheeks prominent and false eyelashes so big and heavy they practically cause a draft. As well as weighing down on my eyelids, they also limit my view, I wonder how girls cope day to day with them, but realise it is very rare I see anyone wearing them this thick and long. I thought about how I was dressed for the first time properly at that moment, realising that this man over the past weeks had dominated me by text phone call and chat,to the point that i had dressed now in a style I would never have chosen for myself, there was nothing classy about my clothes and make-up, a style I prefeered. everything about me if I am honest said come fuck me, i am a cheap whore that wants you cock. My thoughts were suddenly interupted by him speaking for the first time since we set off. "When we arrive I do not want you to talk, just nod yes or no and if need be shrug," "yes sir" "Thing is you do not sound very girly" he added " No sir" was all i could reply, given the circumstances ther was little point in argueing, and anyway I did not really mind. At last we arrived, the Carpark was busy and full, no room to get near the club enterance, other businesses shared the space, so there was no telling how many cars were fellow club goers, despite people milling about I assumed they where used to comings and goings at the club, so accepted that would agian have to make a public appearance, though here it was far less likely there would be someone I knew. He opened the door, " Don't let me down you fucking faggot" he said menacingly as i got out the car. " you dirty fucking slut, you take all those cocks, and no complaining or no ride home" the threat was very real, and a repeat of a message he had previously text me. Here though vunrable miles from home, it struck home. "Of course sir, i will be a good girl" "Girl " he laughed, " you are a couple of holes to be filled, that is all slut" his words made me shudder, I knew i had offered to be shared about, I had thought he would think of me as his woman and make me feel nice, however he seemed to want to make me feel dirty, and it was working. Taking me by the elbow he walked me across the car park, the club entrance was marked only with an A4 size sign. He opened the door for me, the gentleman to the outside world I thought, " Fucking Whore" he whispered as I passed. We where in a reception area, there was a woman, no a transexual I think behind the desk, looking up she smiled. "Hello Lisa Hello (name removed ) so here she is your new toy, we have the room all sorted for you" I was clearly expected and as promised my new master had made arrangements for all we had talked about it seemed, I suddered remembering some of those conversations. "Have you got your phone (name removed )" the woman asked " We can start work straight away if you want" He handed is phone over. I thought she would ask for mine, but know, I wondered why not, but then was distracted. "I think most of the others are here already " looking at me she added "don't worry sweetie, it is the guest of honours privlage to be late." I smiled and nodded, pleased I had remembered not to speak. A look of acceptance of the situation crossed the hostesses face, " been strck dumb honey? " she asked glancing across at my owner, to emphasise she understood i was controlled. I nodded again "A form to fill in please " she passed it over.