Page 81 of Enthrall Ecstasy
I’d been ordered to kneel on the cold marble floor.
Peering up, I stole a glance at the enormous chandelier.
I’m in Chrysalis.
My heart soared.
In front of me was a wide, elegant staircase that curved up to another story.
Master Shay was to my far left talking with a beautiful Domina with bobbed hair. She looked classy in a lovely Chanel suit.
“Stand,” said a female voice from behind me.
It happened in a flurry of movement—three submissives easing me out of my Dolce and Gabbana mini-cocktail dress, while another at my feet unclipped my shoes and removed them.
Soon I was standing there completely naked, bathed in the light from the chandelier above.
Shay and the dominatrix looked on with seeming approval.
A box was placed before me on the marble.
One of the submissives reached into it and removed a strappy black bodice. All three worked around me.
Within minutes I looked like one of them.
Strips of black latex fit around my form, hiding nothing. My nipples were covered in pasties, and my thong was so fine it showed everything.
I wondered if Shay had texted them my shoe size. The high heels they slid onto my feet fit perfectly.
Everyone left the foyer.
Except for one submissive who kneeled before me with a square velvet box in her hands, her head bowed, dark locks falling over her face.
She lifted the box up and Master Shay took it from her.
He handed it to the Domina and she held it for him as he took off the lid. Then he reached in and removed a sparkling ruby collar.
For me.
I trembled as my master stood behind me and placed it around my neck. A click and it was secured around my throat.
“How does it feel?” he asked.
“Like it belongs,” I whispered.
“Because it does.” He brushed a strand of my hair away from the collar.
“Thank you, sir.”
“You’ve already met Mistress Lotte,” he said. “She will give you the grand tour. You have permission to speak to her.”
I met her kind gaze. “Is this Chrysalis?”
“It is, yes,” she said. “How do you feel about that?”
Emotion welled in my throat and tears stung my eyes.
Mistress Lotte held a form in front of me. “Is this your signature?”
