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"But, babe, you look really fucking hot in it." Wendy said from the other side of the room.

I was staring at myself in the mirror, the brand new dominatrix suit on my body for the first time. I'd opted for a dark purple bodice that covered my entire torso besides my arms with matching thigh-high boots, and of course a full-face mask to cap it all off.

"It still feels strange, Wen." I said, admiring my form but it still seemed so uncanny and odd.

"Well, my love…" Wendy stood up from the bench on the other side of the play room and embraced me from behind, "these little submissives don't have any idea you think it looks strange for you to be in an outfit like this…and I'm sure Mistress Morrigan definitely has a hell of a lot of confidence when she wears something like this."

Wendy slipped her hands down the front of the suit, her hands gliding along the latex. She hooked her thumb into the ring for the zipper at my crotch and pulled it down, the change in pressure and temperature as the suit opened up making me realiz e I'd been really missing out by not trying latex sooner.

"And I think you look utterly delicious in it. I can't wait to watch you work this woman over in front of me." She said in my ear as her fingers pressed between the folds of the bodysuit to stroke me, teasing around my clit. I could see Wendy's reflection grinning wickedly behind me.

The scene in front of me was incredibly hot, Wendy holding me and massaging my pussy, a huge smile on her face. "Mmm…that's perfect, baby…get me warmed up before I have to be so mean."

"Like you aren't going to enjoy every single second of it…" Wendy laughed.

"I guess we'll find out."

She laughed again. "Go get 'em, love." Wendy pulled the zipper of my crotch closed and smacked my ass lightly as she headed over to the chair to watch the session unfold. I initially thought that women at Club Crescent would have a problem with a domme bringing her wife along to watch the scene unfold, but I was quickly made to realize that something like that would not only be acceptable to a good number of women who were into BDSM, but some of them even saw it as a bonus.

So here we were, in Club Crescent, my wife in a sheer babydoll dress that didn't hide her nipples at all, me in a latex domme suit, ready to take on our first submissive. The first official one, I guess.

The music that played throughout the tamer parts of the club thrummed under everything, distracting me from my heart beat. The play rooms were pretty well soundproofed, as I couldn't hear a single shriek of glee or yelp of pained pleasure as we waited for our unlucky subject to arrive.

Wendy smiled at me and mouthed a word at me, "beautiful", and I blushed in response…even if she couldn't see it due to the mask. She always knew what I needed to hear and how I needed to hear it. Mistress Morrigan didn't have a problem bein g a ruthless monster, but Brenda sometimes needed a little bit of reassurance.

I was about to begin expressing my anxiety again to Wendy when the black door in the corner of the room shook with a knock.

"Showtime." Wendy raised her eyebrows.

I gave my wife a smirk and padded over to the door, my boots clacking on the slate tile.