She walked over to my table confidently carrying a pencil and her small notepad. I was one of a few customers at the cafe that afternoon , and I sat at one of the tables at the edge of the cafes garden in the warm sun.

She wore a white blouse and smart black jeans and sensible shoes. Obviously she did a lot of work on her feet. I smiled knowing all I knew about her , where she had been , the people she had been with. I had been following her for ages since I caught site of her one time at a fetish club in the town.

My mind flashed back.

She had been on her own , watching some of the other couples play together. I raised a smile as I remembered how she touched herself , looking round nervously to make sure she wasnt being watched , usually enjoying seeing Doms or Dommes leading their subs on all fours off to play. After a few nights , I had gotten to know where I would see her. If there was some breast bondage of any kind , she would be there , or , if there was some subbie on all fours to be seen , she was there , watching , secretly playing with herself , or so she thought.

I began to figure out the workings of her mind.

One evening , she had gone into a night club , I should have guessed thats where she was going , she was in black high heels , and black sheer short dress with what looked to be black panties and bra underneath. The nightclub proved very interesting indeed , thats when I learnt she was bisexual , or perhaps just a pure lesbian. I watched her on the dancefloor , while enjoying my drink , leaning on the rail round the edge of the gallery above.

She had slowly moved in on this pretty blond who was in a white skirt halter top and white choker and began dancing facing her. For a while at least , things looked innocent enough , they could have just been some friends enjoying the night out without their boyfreinds , but , soon enough , "my" girl was starting to flirt with her new blond companion. The blond began to brush her new admirers breasts with her hands , tho not too blatantly and after a while , my subject turned her back on the blond , allowing her to dance close in behind her. The blond stood close in behind , and danced with her hands on "my" girls hips , occassionally cupping her breasts , sometimes running her hands down to her playmates abdomen , threatening to go lower.

My girls posture was definitaly submissive and she was enjoying the more dominating blonds attentions. It was at this point that things had a twist , a tall brunette had approached unseen and angily seperated the pair. This newcomer was in knee high heeled lace up boots , and a leather knee length dress. The blond humbly seemed to fall into line. My girl had angrily delivered the brunette a slap in the face , before realising , as I had done , that the blond and brunette must of been "together". Her body language then changed and she seemed to be apologising , begging almost to the tall brunette who seemed to dwarf her. Before the scene could boil over , a club bouncer intervened and had taken my target by the wrist and dragged her to the exit. As she protested meekly he ushered her outside , growling about her being a trouble maker. My attention was left on the brunette now , who seemed to be in temper , having been struck and not being able to get her revenge.

I made it my business to introduce myself to her that night. I was quite blunt about her relationship with the blond , were they lovers , were they in a kind of Dom/sub relationship , that kind of thing. I managed to bring up the fight she had been in and explained that the girl who had hit her was also in the D/s scene. The brunette , whos name I had learnt was Christine , was very interested to hear her assailant was submissive, and looked forward to meeting her again.

Over the next few days , I had continued to see "my" girl in the fetish club. By now , I had learnt from other freinds there that she was called Melinda. She was thought to be working at some cafe near the sea front of the town. By now I was starting to build up a good picture of who she was and what she liked. I was helped along when the club was showing some of the Insex videos from the internet. A submissive called Mila was stood spread legged , leaning forward insome kind of frame. Her breasts hanging helplessly as the Dom in the scene used some glass suction cups on her breasts. Melinda appeared very turned on by this scene , and over the course of the evening when the set was reshown she went to see it again. As the scenes progressed her interest wained. Her interest seemed very focused on that one scene , like being .

My mind snapped back to the present.

As Melinda approached me I lifted the chrome collar from out of site on my lap , and let it clunk a little as I placed it on the table. Melinda eyed the object suspiciously and , with a hint of nervousness asked me if I was ready to order. I chuckled and jokingly asked what it was I should order her to do. She seemed to go red for a moment , her mind seeking out if I should know she was submissive or not , scanning the chrome collar, knowing what it was.

As I toyed with the collar in my hands I asked for some coffee and sandwiches and she scribbled the order on her pad and headed back to the cafe buidling. The minutes must of been a whirl to her , wondering what I knew about her. After a few minutes my order was ready and she came back carrying a tray with my food and drink. As she laid out my food , and the pot of coffee and cups. I couldnt help joking she would make a good slave. Her silence betrayed her embarrassment as she hurriedly tried to move away. She asked me if there was anything else I needed hoping I would say no , but I smiled as I held the chrome collar in my hands and told her I wanted her to put it on.

"Listen , I dont know who you are but ." she started. "No , but I know what you are." I butted in. She seemed momentarily phased and lost for words.

I told her I had something that she would like very much in the carrier bag , and perhaps she would want to try it on. She seemed to go red , glancing at the bag , then back at me.

"Wha . what is it ?" she stammered looking down.

I told her perhaps she should go to the rest room and find out. I placed the chrome collar back in the bag and rolled up the bag at the top to stop her looking in. The collar excited her , I had seen how much she had liked to see the collared slaves being led about by their leashes and it would encourage her to take the bait.

Resigned , she picked up the bag and and carried it off to the ladies room. Inside Melinda entered a cubicle and closed the door. She had a few minutes before her boss would begin to wonder how long she would be. Melinda opened up the carrier bag , placing the collar in her lap. She touched the cold metal against her cheek , then reached into the bag. There was a white soft shiny material inside. As she begin to remove the garment , she realised it was white and black . more and more of the material was revealed until she realised it was a white and black patterened catsuit. She realised the white and black patterns were like that of a fresian cow , a milking cow. The man outside wanted to make her into a cow. Her heart pounded. She turned the suit around , and realised the breast portion had two holes large holes cut into it. Her stomache seemed to plummet with fear within her.

Melinda heard something slip to the floor. She saw a piece of paper and picked it up. It was instructions. She was to remove her bra , and panties and put the catsuit on under her other clothes. The collar could be threaded through hoops round the neck of the catsuit.

Melinda looked at the suit , and for some reason , began to slip off her clothes. Before long , she was stood in just her socks looking at the white and black material in her hands. She hesitated , and with a pounding heart slipped a foot into the lycra. Soon , she was sat , half in the suit , it was up to her waist , the rest was loose on her lap. Her breath was ragged as she decided to carry on . and she lifted the suit up and slipped her arms into the cow outfit pushing her breasts through the holes in the front.

She trembled as she managed to reach behind her and zip up the suit. She was left with the collar. She nervously threaded the collar in the loops round the neck piece of the cowsuit and clicked the collar shut.

She felt very nervous and excited , but dirty all at the same time as she looked down at herself. Melinda cautiously opened the cubicle door and looked across at the mirror above the washbasin in front of her.

Across from her , she could see her reflection , the catsuit hugged her curves , and the large black and white patches described exactly what she was meant to be, a cow. Her feeling was one of fear of being caught looking how she did , but so wanting to be caught. Her breasts seemed to swell poking through the large holes in the front of the suit and allready , a hint of her excitement could be seen in the valley formed by the tight catsuit in her crotch. She held her breasts in her hands . she felt so excited , but slutty at the same time.

It was when she tested the collar she realised she needed a key to get the cowsuit off. A moment of panic set in. She had to see that man again . and quickly in case he left ! Hurriedly , she began to pull her jeans back on , and her blouse , rushing to do her buttons up. She dropped her panties and bra back into the bag and put on her shoes. Her jeans and blouse felt odd on her now , the cowsuit adding a layer of skin to her body. She quicly looked at herself in the mirror again making sure she looked okay before stepping back outside. She adjusted her blouse collar to hide the chrome beneath and blushed when she saw how her breasts bulged a little against her blouse through the holes in the suit. Even worse, she could make out the black patches in the cow print showing through the white blouse. Melinda finished making herself presentable and headed back out , carrying the bag with her.

Back at my table , Melinda placed the bag by my side looking at me with a little fear , red faced and flustered.

"You put it on , didnt you !" I glanced up and down her body , knowing what lay underneath her clothes. I smiled seeing some of the large blach patches just feintly showing through her blouse.

Melindas face reddened more , a timid "yes" came from her mouth as she looked at the floor.

"Show me" I demanded. By now she had seen me twisting and turning a key between the fingers of my left hand. The key to the collar she was guessing.

Melinda glanced around , few customers were in the cafe garden , but even then she resisted slightly. I closed my grip on the key and went to rise from my chair and then she caved in " ok ok " she pleaded , and began to undo the buttons on her blouse, first her top button exposing her neck and the chrome collar. "See !" she said defiantly.

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