Victoria shifted on the bed, adjusting her belt. “I gotta say, I kinda like getting the chance to dress up,” she remarked. “I mean, I know we’re staying in, but even so...”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Samantha smiled. “We could have a lovely date night in just sweatshirts and jeans, but it feels good to put in a little effort and make ourselves look nice once in a while.” She finished the final adjustments to her own outfit, and then gave a twirl. “How do I look?”

“Divine,” Victoria assured her. She only had a couple more things to put on herself. As she fumbled to clip one of them around each of her wrists, she smiled fondly. “It feels like ages since we got to spend a chilled-out, romantic evening...”

“Yeah, we’ve both been so busy lately, it’s good to have some time to ourselves. To just take the weight off, and have fun together.”

“Couldn’t have said it better.” Victoria picked up her last item of clothing, lifting it to her face. “D’you mind doing this up for me?”

“Oh, sure.” Samantha stepped forwards as Victoria turned her head sideways, allowing her to do up the clasp at the back. “Is that OK? Not too tight?”

“Mm-mh,” Victoria replied.

“Mmm... You look so hot, baby,” Samantha purred, running her hands down Victoria’s torso. She grabbed onto her thighs, squeezing them tightly, her eyes positively voracious with lust.

Victoria batted her eyelashes provocatively. It was a little early in the evening to engage in amorous activities, but if her girlfriend really wanted to skip to the main event, she wouldn’t say no!

Samantha leaned forwards and nibbled Victoria’s ear. “And now, you can realise what you’re wearing,” she whispered.

Victoria frowned, momentarily confused. Then it finally clicked in her brain - on a normal date night, she tended to wear a low-cut dress, maybe with a blazer for added modesty or style. A rather less usual ensemble - collar and leash, ballgag, handcuffs, chastity belt, and nothing else.

Oh, so it’s going to be that kind of evening, she said to herself.

Samantha stepped back, giving Victoria a full view of her tight black latex bodysuit, as well as the familiar huge black strap-on hanging from her crotch. Grabbing the leash, she clipped the other end to one of her leather wrist cuffs. She held a riding crop in her other hand.

“Well, now,” she smirked, “I think we’re ready for date night - don’t you, Vicky, dear?”

Vicky gave a high-pitched squeak of frustration, glaring up at her girlfriend with annoyance, trepidation, and barely-contained arousal.

“Couldn’t have said it better,” Samantha teased. She began walking to the door, gripping her end of the leash tightly.

Vicky had no choice but to follow her Mistress into the living room, squirming and quivering in anticipation of whatever twisted delights Samantha’s mind had cooked up for her.