He'd smelled her humanity and feminity, all the smells that attracted him, and he followed that scent until he saw her. She was slender, willowy and n...ot very tall--five feet and one or two inches, perhaps, but with long legs and proud posture that made her seem taller. Her clothes were form-fitting save for the vest, which muted the curves her ample bust and narrow waist. Her hair was pitch black and silky straight, framing her heart-shaped face to the middle of her back and fluttering with the. I saw many of the same costumes as I had last week. There was Cat Woman, but a different one. This one was taller than my companion of last week, and had some blond hair sticking out from under the hood.There were also a few new costumes. I was standing near the drinks table looking for someone, female preferably, needing a drink so I could start up a conversation."Well hello there, Mister Castro. May I be a part of your revolution?"I turned and saw a woman dressed all in purple and black. She. ”“I don’t get it.”“There is a bit of a color code for the lifestyle. Not everyone puts any stock in it, but my grandmother and mother swear by it. Black, grays, royal purple, and darker tones of red and blue are dominant colors. White, pinks, and pastel shades of anything are submissive colors. Most other colors are seen as neutral.”“So the right side of the dress is dominant and the left is submissive?”“That’s right.”Sara put the dress back in the garment bag and hung it back up on the coat. ”With that you unbind my hands and stand. You pick me up and take me to the shower. We stand under the spray and you clean me off. I am disappointed as I thought I would have release, but this was also one of our fantasies. You watching as I am fucked, not being allowed to orgasm. Standing under the shower as you wash the cum from my hair, I decide I don’t really like this fantasy anymore. I need release and am just frustrated. Lost in my thoughts, I don’t realize the shower is over. You are.