Camouflage

She jumped at the sound of the doorbell.  Not expecting anyone to come by on her day off, she wasn't really dressed for opening the door, and decided to ignore it.  Moments later, however, the doorbell rang again.
Pulling on a pair of sweatpants and one of his t-shirts, she mumbled something about peace and quiet when the doorbell rang yet again.  This had better be good!, she thought, and rushed to the door.

On the porch was a smiling stranger dressed in brown.  If the logo on his shirt hadn't clued her in, the box in his arms certainly would have.  Oh no, not another mystery box!
He had obviously ordered something online, and she had a feeling it would get tested on her before he even took his coat off when he got back.  From experience, the kind of meeting he was in would be short, so he would likely be home early, too!
She signed for the box and tried not to blush as she thanked the delivery man, but he had a very confused look on his face when he walked away.  It might have been the first time he had a recipient freeze up at the sight of him, blush deeply and sign for a package with fear in their eye, but if he kept working that route it would certainly not be his last such experience on that porch.
Returning to the living room, she put the package on the coffee table.  After sticking her tongue out at it and prodding it with her finger, she decided to get it over with as soon as possible, and open the package.  Doing so without his permission, however, could ruin a surprise or otherwise mess with his plan, and that would mean sitting on a pillow for the next week or so.  She picked up the phone and pressed the redial button.

- Hi!  How did you know my meeting was over just now?
- Just lucky, Darkness.  The delivery man just left.
- Ah, just in time, too! I paid extra to make sure it was delivered today, and I'm glad it worked.
- Yes, another one of your plain brown boxes.  I'm anxious about it.
- You can go ahead and open this one.  You'll know what to do when you see inside.
- Thank you, Darkness.  You're headed home?
- Yeah, I'll be there in about twenty minutes, traffic gods permitting.
- Okay, I'll see you whenever you get home.  I love you!
- I love you too, sweetheart!  Enjoy the box.

He ended the call before she could make any remarks on the true evil that was likely contained within that cardboard, and that was probably for the best, sitting-wise.  Putting down the phone, she eyed that brown monument to sadism, and her internal debate raged on what to do with it.  Last time it had been the meanest paddle she had ever felt, and the time before that it had been a butt plug the size of Mars.  Every few boxes, however, it would be something normal people would buy for their partner, but this seemed way to big and heavy for a pair or earrings.
She had been very close to throwing away a box once, and pretending like it had never arrived, but that had been one of the boxes that didn't have pain and humiliation in it.  She had decided then that she would never ever risk that again, and she had to admit to herself that she loved the evil boxes as well, so she brought the box into the kitchen to find the scissors.  Eyeing the box again, squinting, scissors in hand, she sighed.  It is better to know for sure, she decided, and attacked.

Upon seeing the top item in the box, she caught herself wishing she was a house elf.  In her case, however, being given clothes did not mean freedom, it meant a change of dress code.  Withdrawing the dark red pleated skirt from the box, she was curious as to what else would be in there.  Shortly after, she had a nice stack of new clothes on the kitchen table, and her eyes were beaming.

There were several pairs of leg warmers, ranging in color from dark green to bright purple.  Four pairs of leggings in matching colors, four tops, also matching, but shorter than she was used to.  Normally he did not want her out in the world with an exposed midriff, but it seemed he had changed his mind.
The skirts, however, stood out even more.  They were unusually short and would not even reach her thighs! These were not so much skirts as they were buttwarmers or maybe wide, loose belts. She would love to wear them around the house, but it made her uncomfortable to think he might require her to wear them to go outside.  He was right, though.  She knew exactly what to do, and she had little time in which to do it!

When he opened the door, she was ready.  Kneeling on a pillow in the hall, she looked up at him, proudly wearing the shortest skirt she had ever owned, a tight top that didn't even attempt to reach her bellybutton and legwarmers in different colors.  One the same as the skirt, the other the same as the top.  Her anticipation had already moistened his favorite moss green thong, but she didn't think he would mind.
Smiling up at him, she almost couldn't wait for permission to stand up.  The urge to throw herself in his arms was bubbling in her, and she couldn't sit still if she tried.
Clearly very happy with her outfit, he looked like he wanted her in his arms as well.  First, however, there was an explosion of happiness on four legs that needed tending to.  After calming the dog down to the point where conversation was even possible, he bent down to kiss her and helped her up. As he started to talk she was already hanging from him like a necklace, and his arms wrapped around her in a tight embrace.

- You look lovely, blue, but you seem to have forgotten something.
- Thank you, Darkness.  What did I forget?
- Leggings.  There were supposed to be a stack of very thin leggings in the box.
- Oh, there were.  I just went with the skirt in stead.
- They are meant to be worn together, silly girl.  Do you really think I would let you leave the house like that?  You'll show off your butt to the whole world just by coughing!
- I'm sorry, Darkness, I didn't realize!  I'll go fix that right away.

He didn't let go, so neither did she.  Releasing one arm, but tightening the other, he lifted her skirt up in the back to check if she was wearing anything under it.  Upon discovering the thong, he gave her a firm slap on the butt.  She cried out as much from the surprise as the pain.

- How many thongs were in the box?
- None, Darkness.
- Then why are you wearing one?
- I felt really exposed in such a short skirt, and wanted to be ready in case we were going out to eat.
- Hence the leggings, blue.
- Yes, Darkness, I'll take it off right away.
- Good girl.  Get to it.

He released her, and she shuffled to the bedroom, rubbing her butt as she went.  When she returned, he was sitting comfortably in an armchair in the living room, petting the dog.  Sending the dog away, he looked at her and smiled.  She had chosen leggings in the same color as the skirt, making it look like a single garment. Nodding approvingly, he invited her to approach him, and when she did, he put his hand down the back of her leggings to make sure there were nothing hidden inside.  Pulling her onto his lap, he kissed her and let her know what a good girl she was.

- Darkness?
- Hmm?
- Why both leggings and a skirt?  I mean, it looks nice, but it's not the sort of thing I normally wear.
- Camouflage.
- What do you mean?  What am I hiding?
- You'll see when we get ready for tonight.  We're going to the club.

The news that they were going out that night overshadowed the questions she had, and the conversation shifted to when they were going, who else would be there and what they would do.  Some of their best friends were members of the same private BDSM club, and she was looking forward to seeing them again for the first time in almost a month.  Putting her suspicions as to what she would be hiding to the back of her mind, she was more interested in what the theme for the night was.  It was Mental Domination Night, his favorite, and she was looking forward to seeing what he had planned for it.  Most of all, she wanted to know if he would still permit her to talk to the other subs, or if she had to just sit there like some sort of plant.  As usual, she was free to talk to anyone she wanted, but was instructed specifically to make eye contact with whomever she was talking to.  She found it a strange instruction, but accepted it without further comment.

They gave her new outfit a test run, going out for dinner, and she could feel the eyes on her.  She enjoyed attention from him, and at the club, but out in public she would rather have been more anonymous. He assured her that she was imagining things, and that the people around them were too wrapped up in their own life to give her more than a passing glance, note how beautiful she was, and move on.  It was not the first time she had showed off her midriff in public, of course, but the beach and a restaurant are completely different situations.  As they were getting ready to leave, however, she noticed she wasn't really thinking about it any more, and was entirely focused on the forthcoming night.

As soon as they got home, she was ready to leave again, but it was her turn to do the laundry.  Rushing through it, but taking care to meet his quality requirements, she did it in record time.  Sitting at the edge of her chair waiting for the stupid machine to get done, she was aching to hang the washing to dry so they could get moving.  When he called her to join him in the bathroom, however, a sneaking suspicion surfaced from her subconscious, and she had to fight herself to go to him rather than run away.  Entering the bathroom, she was focusing a single thought in her mind.  Not the lower left drawer.

Smiling at her, he waved her closer.  Sitting in the chair next to the chest of drawers in the bathroom, he was smiling a wolfish smile, and her hope of avoiding this was fading.  She approached slowly, wringing her hands.

- Hike up your skirt and lift it.  Keep it up.
- Darkness, please.  I can't wear that to the club!
- Do as you're told, or you're not going to the club at all.
- But Darkness, everyone will see!
- No. Nobody will know but you and me, now be quiet and do as you're told.

Standing in front of him, she lifted her skirt.  He pulled off her leg warmers and leggings, stopped for a moment to admire her, and reached for ... Not the lower left drawer! ... the lower left drawer.
From it, he fetched a plain white pull-up diaper.  He unfolded it and presented her it for her to put her foot through one side.  She shook her head, and her eyes were tearing up, but meeting his eyes she saw that they were hardening.  If she wanted to go to the club tonight, there was no other way.
Sobbing softly, she put her first one foot in and then the other when he held it open for her.  The diaper was a size too small for her, so he had to hold the sides so they wouldn't rip when he pulled it on.  As he checked around the edges to make sure it was properly fitted, she was glad it was a little small.  That way she knew it would be as skin tight and as invisible as possible, and that gave her some hope of it remaining hidden.  Stepping into the leggings as offered, she was eager for them to be pulled up to hide what she was wearing.  As soon as her leggings were in place, she let her skirt fall, and that made her feel much better.  It really was effective camouflage and hid the final contours of the diaper that were only just visible through the leggings.  She was still sobbing softly as he put her leg warmers on, but she was fighting to stay calm.  When she was fully dressed again, he pulled her down into his lap and closed his arms around her.

- You are such a good girl, blue.
- Then why are you punishing me, Darkness?
- It's not punishment, sweet sub of mine.  It is my guarantee that you will behave tonight.
- Why, Darkness?  If I'm such a good girl, can't you just trust me to behave?
- I do trust you, darling, but tonight I want a direct way to control you without having to use force.
- But you don't need it!
- It's not what I need, blue.  It is what I want.

Wiping her tears and kissing her deeply, he seemed to bask in her discomfort.  For a moment she considered using a safeword to get out of this, but it wasn't the right way to use her veto powers.  Yes, it was very uncomfortable for her, and she was mortified to think that someone would see what she was wearing, but she trusted him to take care of her.  Besides, it felt sort of good to be this small in his arms, forced to just accept his commands without question or risk being revealed in public.  Reflecting on it, she was reasonably sure he would never seek to reveal her, but if pushed he would certainly push back.  She buried her face between his head and his shoulder, and cried, hoping he would relent.  Holding her tightly, he assured her it would be all right, and that it would just be their little secret, but he made it clear that he would not change his mind.
It felt strange hanging the laundry, but it did help to make her forget just what was hidden on her.  Knowing he was just in the next room helped, too.  Just one word from her, and she would have his arms around her, and it helped her accept what he was forcing on her.

When they arrived at the club, she finally understood why he wanted her to look into the eyes of whomever she was talking to.  The usual guy was minding the door, and she blushed more than usual when he smiled and greeted them. Taking care to look him in the eyes, she greeted him back and accepted his friendly hug with some hesitation.  Sensing her hesitation, he asked if they were all right, and seemed relieved to learn that everything was fine, and that she was just a little anxious about Mental Domination Night and the special instructions she had gotten for it.  Knowing very well how private such instructions could be, he didn't ask.
At the top of the stairs leaving down to the basement where the club's main social area was, there was a large wall mirror.  She tried not to look at herself, but her eyes were drawn to her skirt.  She turned to her tormentor and whispered.

- Darkness, are you sure nobody can tell?
- Look in the mirror again, darling.  I know it's there and I can't even see it.
- Is it okay if I just sit in your lap all night, legs crossed with my face in my hands?
- No, you're getting drinks and all the usual stuff.  If you embarrass me, I'll take your skirt away.  Give me any lip about it and I'll take your leggings as well.  Are we clear?
- Yes, Darkness.  Please don't do that.  I don't think I'll ever stop crying if you did.
- Well, don't embarrass me, then.  Be a good girl, like you usually are, and you don't have to worry.
- Yes, Darkness.  Just ... don't do it just for kicks, okay?
- I won't, blue. I promise.

She felt awkward walking down the stairs without carrying his bag of toys.  The special thing about tonight's theme was that no physical punishments were allowed, and it was all about mental control of the submissives. Of course, only a submissive's own Dominant could boss them around, but there was still a little awkward when she opened the door and went into the social room not carrying anything for him.

Only the meanest of the Dominants were there, and by extension, only the most submissive of the subs as well.  Luckily, those were some of her best friends, and it made her feel a lot better when they greeted her like normal.  Nobody seemed to notice their little secret even though several people complimented her on the outfit.  Still a little uneasy, she fetched the usual drinks from the bar and joined him at the table, climbing into his lap as she so often did.  The sound of his whisper in her ear was soothing, and she finally calmed down all the way.

- You're being such a good girl, little one.
- Thank you, Darkness.
- Why don't you sit here with me for a little while, and then join those girls at the corner table.  I think you might be comfortable sitting with your back against the wall like that.
- Can't I stay on your lap all night?
- We'll be discussing mindgames, and I don't want you to hear the details.  You can sit here until you feel better, and even after that I'll be right here if you need me.
- Tell me I'm a good girl again.
- You're a good girl, sweetheart, and I wouldn't trade a second with you for anything.
- Am I submissive enough for you?
- Are you kidding?  You're perfect.  Where did that come from?
- Well, I'm not really a service sub, and sometimes I give you lip, even in public.  These other subs tonight are all "Yes, Master" while they look at their feet.  They don't speak unless spoken to and all that stuff.
- I love it when you're a little brat.  It makes me happy, and gives me a reason to give you some funishment.  The only reason I have you on an extra tight leash tonight is because of the theme night, and even now I want you to speak freely.
- So I can hop off your lap, stomp my feet and pout until I get a glass of wine?
- Sure, just leave your skirt here when you go to the bar.
- I'll sit right here, thanyouverymuch.

When she finally did leave his lap, and sat at the table he had suggested, she was finally confident that nobody could tell.  It was just their little secret, and as long as she behaved reasonably well he wouldn't even threaten to take her camouflage away.  Sitting three tables over, she felt safe from even accidentally crossing that line.

Deep in a conversation about zombie movies, she jumped at hearing her name.  He called him over to his table, and when she got there he invited her to sit in his lap.  More than willing to do as she was asked, she climbed up and settled into her favorite spot in the universe.  Wrapping his arms around her, he spoke loud enough for all the Doms at the table to hear him, and she knew from the tone of his voice that this was him asserting herself over her in front of them.  He was testing her.

- Tell me, little one, do you feel like I'm in control here?
- Yes, Darkness.
- These people seem to think I'm not in control, seeing as you're roaming as free tonight as you usually are.  They seem to think there is no mental dominance here.  Do you agree?
- Yes, Dark... uhm, I mean... No, Darkness!
- So I have some sort of hold over you, something that keeps me firmly in control?
- Yes, Darkness.
- Do you want me to share what it is with them?  Maybe we should show them?
- No, Darkness, please!

The horror in her voice, and the tears welling up in her eyes, convinced everyone at the table that he was as evil as ever, even though he had refused to tell them what he was using to maintain his dominance from across the room.  With the matter settled beyond any doubt, he kissed her and changed the subject.  They were done discussing their mindgames, so he made it clear that she was to remain in his lap for the time being.  A glance over at the table she came from told her they understood exactly why she was not returning to their conversation, and one of the other subs even looked like he was a little jealous of her for sitting with the Doms.
As the conversation drifted from one subject to the other, she didn't say much, but when she did she really did feel free to speak up.  He made no objections to her participating, and while she felt small on his lap she knew they all accepted her as an equal there.  From time to time the conversation would drift to what was usually discussed at that table, and as they explored the subject of dominance he would place his hand slightly lower on her hip and slip his thumb into her leggings to remind them both what exactly was his hold on her that night.  In any other situation she might have called him a meanie for doing so, but she found it wise to hold it in tonight.  If pushed, he would push back, and she could never un-ring that bell, so she wanted to stay well within the limits.

In the end, she did get her glass of wine, and enjoyed it still in his lap.  As the night progressed, and the conversation started to die down, he suggested they go home.

- Are you tired, little one?
- Not really, why?
- I want to go home.
- Are you tired, Darkness?
- Not even slightly, but due to the theme night I can't put my sadistic hands on you here.
- I'm suddenly very tired, and I think I need to go home really soon.
- That's what I thought.  Will you settle our bill?

He handed her his card, and she walked over to the bar to pay their tab.  On their way out, with her walking ahead of him up the stairs, he lifted her skirt.  Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror at the top she saw that she was in deed as red as she thought she was.  Even in an empty hallway she was embarrassed to be revealed.

- You've been such a good girl tonight.
- Thank you, Darkness.  If I'm such a good girl, what reason will you give to spank me tonight?  I have a feeling you will.
- Oh, I'm sure I'll think of something.
- You're a meanie!
- I know, and you love me for it.
- And you love me for pointing it out!