Shrilia?s Slavegirl Outfit

I decided to take my girlfriend to one of those wild fetish clubs. She had never been to one before but wanted to check one out.

Shrilia, my girlfriend, is a very pretty girl from India. She's 5'6" and weighs about 105 lbs and has long dark brown hair that she keeps in a braid. She was excited about going and wanted to get a new outfit for the occasion. "I want to buy a sexy new outfit!" she said. "Of course," I replied. "…I want to look good for you." We spent the day looking in several stores, and finally, we found an outfit that was hot! It was a slut/slave outfit which was made up of a pair of skin-tight leather pants with little chains hanging off of it and a leather halter top with long leather sleeves that were chained to the sides of the pants which would keep her hands at her side. The top was rather skimpy leaving most of her torso area exposed. It zipped up in the front and the sleeves were split down the outside with tiny chain links holding them together. I helped Shrilia try it on; she liked it and I thought she looked hip (for a slave). I bought the outfit and we went home.

That night, Shrilia got ready to go clubbing, she saved putting on the outfit to the very last minute because her hands would be chained beside her and she wouldn't be able to do anything else. After she braided her hair, put some black boes in it and did her makeup, I helped her get into the outfit. She slipped on the leather pants and then into her halter top. Then I put her boots on. At first, Shrilia said the outfit was a bit uncomfortable. "I think its my bra. Help me out and I'll take it off!" she said. We took her top off, then her bra and then slid her top back on again. "I think that's much better." she said. I told her how good she looked and kissed her. I put on some leather pants and a leather jacket so that we look like a matching pair.

We left for the club. When we got there, we hit the dance floor, and I started to dirty dance with Shrilia. My hands were all over her! Since I knew that Shrilia's hands were chained snuggly to her sides, that I was in control. After about 2 hours of dancing, we took a break. We went over and sat at a table toward the rear of the bar area where we made out. "My, I'm hot!" Shrilia complained. I responded, "Well here, let me unzip your top." I unzipped it and now her top was hanging open almost exposing her nipples. Any sudden movement and her boobs would fall out into the open. I went up to the bar and ordered a couple of martinis (and a straw so Shrilia could drink it without holding the glass).

After we drank our drinks, we went back out onto the dance floor and danced for another hour with her top unzipped. Shrilia was very scared about this and she tried to dance carefully to keep her boobs from popping out, but they often did. However, the dance floor was so crowded that security never noticed and we were never thrown out!