Instead, she was carrying a long riding crop. I just stared at her for a moment."What's the matter slave boy?" she asked somewhat casually. This was n...t a good sign."I'm not your slave boy, I'm a priest," I started to explain, "I mean, I'm dressed as a priest, and you're dressed as a dominatrix and you're taking this thing way too far."I stood up off the sofa and held out my cuffed hands as sort of a hint I was hoping she would get."Oh, am I slave boy?" With that, Mistress Leah gave me a crack. The evening had fallen and the night lamps had come up. I decided to be a bit more daring . I opened my suitcase and in front of the entire group rummaged through my inner wears occasionally taking out the sexiest of nighties and then putting them back in. I took out a shear nightie which came to my mid thighs and was back less and closed my suitcase. Now the atmosphere was hot. They started anticipating that I would be wearing that night during the night and the tension was palpable. But I. The party went off better than I could have hoped, no fights, no bitchiness, in fact just about everything was sweetness and light. I even managed to get a nice smoochy dance with Elaine, although Sophie seemed less than pleased. There was one slightly tense moment when a tipsy bull dyke from the club gatecrashed and made straight for Lena. Before anyone knew what was happening she was dancing with, and groping poor Lena's tits, she was very much the worse for drink. As I intervened to pull. Our eyes met and we both froze as we shared what I wanted to believe was a romantic moment. As she looked into my longing eyes she must have understood my feelings as her hands resumed caressing my shoulders. My feelings were going wild, I wanted to believe that there was something going on and that this all meant what I was praying it did. How long did we sit there looking into each other’s eyes questioning if we both shared the same feelings. This had to be it, if I didn’t say something now.