�Are those what I think they are?� Joanne pouted as she pulled the contents out of the box. Looking over her shoulder at the ballet leotard and tights and said, �I believe those are the clothes I want you to wear for tonight�s party. After all you did say you wanted to perform for everyone.� After lightly kissing the side of her neck, I stood up and as I started to walk away said over my shoulder, �There is another box on the table for you that goes with that outfit. You have to wear these items, but your choice of props is totally up to you. When Joanne and I got together she told me that she had had formal ballet training as a child but moved on to modern dance when she got older, so seeing an opportunity to get some publicity for the studio I arraigned what was to be a fetish show and tell for the local media and interested members of our local community. While deep in thoughts about catering and valet parking for the dance studio I rented I failed to hear Joanne race up behind me and jump on my back. �Their beautiful Mas�Roy, I love them! Of course I will dance ballet for you tonight in those boots!� And then she was off like a shot, to find the props she was going to wear with her outfit tonight. Smiling to myself I shook my head, for the first six months she lived here I spent training her to call me Master, now the last four months I have had to train her to call me Roy again. Ah, the perils of love. It was hard to imaging a day without her now, after that fateful day she came busting down my door to tell me that she was now mine whether I liked it or not. I quickly put all of that out of my mind as I loaded cameras and lights in the van for the evening�s events. Then there was dealing with the caterer, the lead valet and lets not even mention the press, but soon after the tables had been set and the meals laid out it was time. Grabbing a microphone from its stand I gently tapped a finger on it to get everyone�s attention. �Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to welcome you to tonight�s show. We have a lot in store for you so if you will kindly take your seats we will serve dinner and start the show for you. After everyone was seated and the meals served, I turned the podium over to the MC for tonight�s show and soon scantily clad women in tight restrictive restraints were walking or being led up and down the catwalk for all to see. As the show progressed, I was quickly able to pick out those individuals that would be making inquiries as to where they could obtain certain items for their own use. Suddenly the lights went out and before any panic could erupt, I was suddenly caught in a spotlight as I heard Joanne�s voice through the speakers. �Before we start the finale Ladies and Gentlemen, I have a few words I would like to say.� I am sure that I looked as panic stricken as I suddenly felt as I waited to hear what was going to happen next. �I have known Roy for over a year, and our relationship started as photographer and model. After the first several sessions I decided I wanted more.� Joanne said. I was suddenly aware that two of the other models had attached themselves to my elbows and were leading me out onto the dance floor as Joanne continued her story. As we neared the center of the room, I noticed a chair had been set there and I was led to it and told to sit in it. As I sat down I was expertly secured to it by leather straps at the legs and handcuffs at the wrists. Suddenly I knew I was in a lot of trouble as the lights came up and all of my current and many of my previous models had been surrounding me just out of the light well. �You know Roy, you must be getting soft falling into a trap this obvious.� Sylvia said in one ear. I must have paled noticeably because she laughed and kissing me on the cheek moved to the side for others to whisper sweet nothings and hints to my fate in my ear.