As she turned to head to the room she would be using that night, the sound of the main entryway opening caught her attention. "Hilda?" asked the familiar voice of Tamara. Turning, she saw her lover standing in the entry way holding several water jugs in one hand, and a length of rope in the other. What really drew her eyes, however, was what her friend was wearing.
Gone was the simple pull-over dress that most slaves wore. Replaced, instead, by a tight black corset and black leather leggings, along with matching shoulder gloves. As Hilda's eyes drifted to her friends loins, she found them contained in a tight pair of black booty-shorts, with a long golden phallus protruding from the crotch.