Sparkles, kink, erotic and pleasant visual things

I really love the nipple extenders.
The idea of a clit piercing terrifies me, but the idea of having a leash connected there... OMG
CMnf leashed fuck toy for the night, the weekend, the week. So many possibilities with this jewelry configuration.
Walking you in the door, leash slipping into your trenchcoat/opera cloak at waist height. Leading you to the coat check and helping you with your outerwear, leaving you in your piercings and leather cuffs. Guiding you further into the building past the jaded but appreciative coat-check girl, through security ("Are you here of your own free will?"), and into the grand ballroom. The quiet applause at your entrance, the people complimenting your leash holder, the eyes all but physically raking over you...
 
Walking you in the door, leash slipping into your trenchcoat/opera cloak at waist height. Leading you to the coat check and helping you with your outerwear, leaving you in your piercings and leather cuffs. Guiding you further into the building past the jaded but appreciative coat-check girl, through security ("Are you here of your own free will?"), and into the grand ballroom. The quiet applause at your entrance, the people complimenting your leash holder, the eyes all but physically raking over you...
Controlled compete objectification/CMnf humiliation scenario of my fantasies. Feeling my entire body blushing as all eyes scan me. The piercings and clips already having me in a perpetual state of sexual awareness and arousal spikes with being publicly exposed. I'd want to tuck in close to part hide behind my leash holder. Abashed and exposed to all - not just my flesh but my overtly taboo sexual kinks. Feeling his tug on my leash and a command in my ear to stand tall and proud. My nipples tweaked by him. A reminder that all of me is his to display, touch, use, humiliate, expose. Quivering I respond to his command. Lifting my chin feeling my nipples pucker in the cool air and rough handling. My busy brain quieted with his control and this scene where I must submit, obey, comply, trust.

From.his pocket he retrieves my collar. Placing it tightly around my throat. It matches my other jewelry and includes a bejeweled pendant - his initials in monogram form. A fine engraving on the mounting reads "my slut" on the back. He loves calling people's attention to the piece when he displays me like this. Inviting every tom dick and Harry to inspect and handle my piercings, encouraging them to look closely at the ownership pendant on his collar.
Once the collar is in place, he connects another chain between it and his hand so he has two points of control. Neck and cunt. Sometimes he adds other attachments if it amuses him. I quiver in anticipation of the unknown ways he will challenge my submission tonight.

My brain would just melt. Falling into subby headspace and needing to 100% rely on my D to keep me safe and direct me. I don't think I'd be able to decide on a drink order much less anything else. That kind of humiliation/exposure scene would pretty much render me mute, maliable and compliant to whatever my D desires or allows.
 
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