"Hey, Fifi, fancy getting with a real man tonight?" Doug smirked, getting close enough to invade her personal space, "you look like you could do with a good, hard fuck!" His little group of acolytes sniggered at this. The young girl looked around at him, their faces almost close enough to kiss.

"Gee, Doug, not right now," Fionna said with a sour smile on her face, "but if I do, I'll be sure to call on you - not!" Coolly, she turned and started to walk away.

"The little tart must be gay to turn you down, Doug!" she heard one of the gang say behind her.

"Nah, I don't think the lessies would want her either," Doug replied, and the small group dissolved into fits of laughter.

Fionna walked on, knowing that there was no point in continuing the exchange. Besides, if she stopped now, she would probably punch him right in the face, and that would only attract more abuse, either verbal or physical. All those smug, self-centred, self-regarding boys hated her, but that was okay, the feeling was mutual.

The ridiculous thing was that it was all based on her looks. She was a Goth girl - she dressed in black, today it was a short black woollen dress, black velvet choker, black lace fingerless gloves, black over-the-knee socks, black Doc Marten boots. Her face was devoid of make-up, but that was only because the college objected, and would make her life difficult if she wore heavy black mascara and black lipstick.

She had first become a Goth in her early teens, as a protest against her parents treating her like some kind of princess. They had given her the ridiculously twee name of 'Fionna', and her mother had insisted on dressing her in pink, sending her to ballet lessons, and making every birthday party until she was nine a Fairy party. She had rebelled as early as she could, much to their horror and dismay. Their relationship became very confrontational, with most days including at least one blazing row, either about the way she dressed or the way she talked back, never behaving like the sweet, adorable, pliant daughter they had always dreamed of having.

It had made things difficult at school, as all the teachers and staff disapproved of her looks and her attitude. She didn't have any friends either because, in her opinion, they were all too conventional, too straitlaced – too 'ordinary' to understand someone as different as her.

She had thought it would be okay when she went to college. Maybe she had chosen badly but, for whatever reason, the students were either scared of her or hated her, all because she was different. Just as at school, she had no friends, either male or female.

It was depressing, but she was determined to stick it out and complete her degree. She refused to give in and allow her parents the opportunity to say 'I told you so'. So she ignored the barbed comments, the whispers behind her back, and the looks of disgust and contempt, whether hidden or openly displayed, and got on with her life.

The problem was her life consisted of studying and her part-time job as a checkout girl, but very little else. Every so often, when she got up the courage, she would go out to a bar or club. But it was hard work on your own, and it was always a bit scary. She had hooked up with guys a few times, but it had never amounted to anything more than a one-night stand. She didn't know what she was looking for in a relationship, but it was certainly more than just 'wham, bam, thank you ma'am'.

She made her way back to her dormitory block at the end of another week, the vast, lonely expanse of a weekend with nothing to do except work stretching before her. She was just about to go up the stairs to her room when she noticed that there was a piece of paper in her pigeonhole. She realised that it was only a flyer but grabbed it anyway, thankful for any communication from another human being, even if it was only junk mail. She was surprised to notice that none of the other mail slots seemed to have a flyer in them. Maybe everyone else had already got theirs and thrown it away, she thought, and headed up.

Fionna flopped back onto her bed and closed her eyes, letting the stresses of the day slowly dissipate as she listened to the chill-out music filling her room. She dozed a little bit, before finally propping herself up on one elbow and thinking about what she was going to do that evening. All she could think of was cooking herself some pasta, washing her hair, and maybe watching a movie on the Internet. What an exciting, fun-filled life I lead, she thought sarcastically. She saw the flyer on the bed beside her and, for want of anything better to do, picked it up and read through it.

It was for a place called, rather exotically, The Marquis' Enclave, which sounded like some kind of elaborate in-joke, and had the strapline 'The Hottest Nightspot in the City!' The thin glossy card had been folded in half and Fionna, turning it over to see what was at the bottom, read 'Open: 10:30 PM - 6 AM. Entry fee: $50'. Well, she thought, that must be some high-class club but, at $50 a pop, it is well out of her league. She was about to toss it into the trash can when a slip of paper fell out from inside.

'Special Offer Tonite Only: Goth Girls Go Free! Just come suitably dressed and use the password "I'm a sub". Excitement Guaranteed!'

She didn't really understand the flyer as it didn't give her any idea what kind of club it was advertising. But, she reasoned, it was expensive and therefore probably exclusive, and she had an opportunity to get in for free. She certainly had nothing better to do, so why not give it a go? It would be something out of the ordinary, at least, and she reckoned that if you never try, you'll never succeed. It could turn out to be an epic fail, another embarrassing strike-out, but what the hell, nothing ventured, nothing gained. Her mind made up, Fionna smiled to herself and began to get ready.

She showered and shaved her legs and crotch, making sure she was perfectly smooth, which was the way she liked it. Her hair was parted in the middle, with bangs which hung down into her eyes and fell to her shoulders, but she hated the fact that it was mousy brown rather than jet black, as was almost de rigueur for Goths. She couldn't afford a decent dye job, and she didn't want to make a mess of it herself, so it was just one more thing she had to live with until she got a decent job or won the lottery.

She dressed in her favourite, and finest, Goth clothes. She started with her best pair of lacy black panties, which always made her feel special when she put them on, knowing that they were her 'scoring' knickers, the ones she didn't mind being seen in when she was otherwise naked. The top she had chosen was tight, with spaghetti straps over the shoulders, so it was not possible to wear a bra underneath without ruining the effect. Her breasts weren't particularly large, so there was no problem from a support perspective, but she did have quite prominent nipples, which stood out quite clearly under the clingy material. It wasn't a problem though, she liked the rather slutty look, it made her feel dangerous and sexy. The top was short enough to leave her belly button exposed, which meant she could show off her piercing, a little treat she had given herself after a particularly intense row with her parents. She added some classic fingerless gloves, these ones see-through with a fishnet pattern, stretching all the way up to her armpits.

The skirt she wore was short, black and shiny, being made of a plasticky material. The hemline was so high that it barely covered her panties, fanning out over her hips but leaving her thighs fully exposed. She had a pair of hold-up stockings, which she had customised by laddering and ripping holes in. She completed the lower half of her outfit with a pair of boots which laced up to just below her knee and had inch-high crêpe soles and chunky, block three-inch heels.

She did her make-up next, which comprised long, false eyelashes, thick eyeliner, dark grey eyeshadow, and black lipstick. Now all she needed to do was choose her accessories.

She had bought a dog collar a while back, with metal studs through the thick black leather, and she put it on, making sure the dog tag was at the front. The tag had the word 'Chaindoll' on it and, to reinforce her chosen Goth name, she had short lengths of small-gauge chain, which she padlocked around her wrists and ankles, making it look as if she had burst her metal restraints. She checked herself out in the mirror, and liked what she saw. She looked hot, dramatic and sexy - people weren't going to be able to ignore her tonight!

Fionna became rather more nervous as she stepped out of the cab and looked around. She was definitely in the seedy side of town, the street strewn with litter and many of the shops boarded up and closed down, others locked behind steel shutters. The club entrance didn't look too impressive either, it's bizarre name, 'The Marquis' Enclave', on a neon sign above a blank brick wall with just an unmarked door breaking the facade.

She hurried over to the door, eager to distance herself from the few, rather unsavoury-looking men on the street. She entered an anteroom, with walls, ceiling and floor all painted black, the only thing of note a single light hanging over a desk, behind which stood a mountain of a man, apparently fulfilling the roles of receptionist and doorman, as well as bouncer. He eyed her suspiciously, as she appeared frightened and uncertain of herself.

"Can I help you?" he said gruffly, as if he suspected she had come in by mistake. Fionna tried to calm herself and project the necessary air of confidence one needed when blagging your way into a club.

"Er, yes, I want to go in," she smiled, putting her hands on the counter and leaning in, in an attempt to show that she wasn't intimidated by him. He looked her up and down sceptically, and she wondered if he was going to ID her.

"$50… please," he responded, the last word merely a formality, or perhaps an afterthought - he didn't look like customer service was a high priority for him.

"But I'm a sub," she said firmly, "I understood that entry would be free for someone like me?"

"You're a sub? Really?" the disbelief in his voice palpable, but then he shrugged. "Okay, I guess, whatever. I need to stamp you." He picked up a rubber stamp and brought it towards her. He was looking at her hands and arms, but they were covered by the fishnet gloves.

"You want it on your forehead or your chest?" he growled, as if she was causing him a great inconvenience. After a moment's thought, she pointed to her chest, and he pressed the rubber against her bare skin. She looked down and saw a thick, black 'S' in a circle on her sternum.

"Okay, through that door," the big man said, pointing across the foyer. Rather grateful to be getting away from him, Fionna went over to the door and, after a moment to gather herself and ensure that she was walking tall, with a blank 'I don't care' expression on her face, pushed it open, walking in.

The room was dark, with individual recessed ceiling lights illuminating a number of tables and booths. It was also smoky, which surprised her, given that smoking inside was banned everywhere. The persistent beat of the music playing was so loud that it reverberated through her. So far, so standard club. But then, through the gloom, she started to make out the clientele, and that really shocked her.

Everyone she could see seemed to be either dressed in something tight and shiny - leather, rubber, or something else - or was dressed in virtually nothing - topless men, men in posing pouches, women in tiny micro-skirts, or even bikinis. For once in her life feeling rather sedately dressed, Fionna spotted the bar and made her way over to it.

She sat down rather shakily on a bar stool and sipped the drink she had ordered, the price of which had reinforced just how far out of her league, and price bracket, she was. She glanced around the room again, amazed at the incredibly sexy costumes - it was the only explanation which came to mind, that she had somehow crashed a fancy dress party. She wondered why on earth they had let her, in her comparatively frumpy outfit, in for free? She decided that she would just sit here and linger over her drink - she certainly couldn't afford a second - and watch this incredible parade.

"Hi there, cutey," she heard a female voice behind her say. She turned to look down the bar, and her mouth fell open in shock. Standing beside her was the most incredibly beautiful Asian girl - Fionna immediately thought 'girl', although the woman was clearly older than her - she had ever seen, in the most amazing dress she has ever seen.

The dress was floor-length and red, although those were its most unremarkable features. The most striking thing was that it was made of latex - not a material Fionna was very familiar with, but she recognised it. It clung tightly to the curvy figure of the surprisingly tall woman, showing off her body in the most alluring way. It was sleeveless with a high collar, and was split from the top of the collar to the bottom of her rib cage, the two sides of the material laced together, leaving her ample cleavage on display. The dress was also split to mid-thigh, revealing a shapely leg and four-inch heel sandal.

The woman's face was clear, with its oriental features and high cheekbones. Her short, black hair was pulled back and held in a clip, flaring out stylishly behind her head in an almost-ponytail. She smiled warmly and confidently at the Goth girl who, belatedly, closed her mouth before she started drooling.

"H-Hi," she managed to stutter eventually.

"You ready?" the Asian woman said, holding out her hand to take Fionna 's.

"I-I'm sorry, ready for what?" Fionna  asked, rather flustered and completely confused. The other woman gave her a quizzical look, then her face cleared as understanding dawned.

"First time here?" she asked and, when Fionna  nodded, continued, "okay, I think you'd better come and sit while I explain." She walked away across the room and, after a few moments,  Fionna  picked up her drink and followed her to a relatively quiet booth.

"So this," the woman said, pressing a long, elegant, perfectly manicured finger against the black S on Fionna 's chest, "says you are a sub. Do you know what a sub is?"

"Er, no, not really," Fionna  replied nervously, feeling like a schoolgirl who hasn't done her homework.

"Do you know what sort of a club this is?" the Asian girl asked, looking like she was having to suppress her mirth at this young girl's naivety when she shook her head, looking like a scared child.

"Okay," she continued, "let me try to explain without freaking you out. Have you heard of BDSM?"

"BDSM?!" Fionna  squeaked, a look of alarm on her face, "isn't that bondage and stuff?!"

"Yes, that's what the 'B' stands for," the woman replied, "the 'D' stands for Discipline and Domination, the 'S' for submission. It also stands for Sadism and the 'M' for Masochism, but we won't worry about that at the moment, as you're a novice. You've come into a BDSM club and, presumably to get free entry, you said that you're a submissive. That means that you have to do whatever a Dominant demands of you, otherwise you'll be in serious trouble with the management for trying to defraud them." Fionna 's face had turned pale at the shock of this information.

"Oh my God, I didn't realise!" she said, her voice shaking, "I'd better leave!"

"I wouldn't if I were you," the other woman responded, "you saw Garth on the door? It's his job to deal with gatecrashers, and I don't think you want to see him in a bad mood!" The look on the Asian woman's face convinced Fionna  that she certainly didn't want that mountain of muscle dealing with her.

"What should I do?" she wailed, looking around the room frantically for some way to escape.

"Calm down, honey," the woman replied, once more smiling reassuringly, "let's just sit here and have a quiet drink. If Garth tries to give you a problem, I can always say you were perfectly submissive to me. I'm a Dominant, and a club member, so he'll believe me. What's your name?" She took a sip of her drink, sitting back, trying to reassure the young girl by her actions that everything was normal.

"I'm F-" Fionna  just managed to stop herself giving her hated name. "They call me Chaindoll."

"Really? Chaindoll? How appropriate. I hope you live up to that name. I'm Tina. You can call me Miss Tina, Miss or Mistress, whichever you feel more comfortable with."

Fionna  noted that the option to call her just 'Tina' was not offered. Her head was spinning a little at this strange turn of events but, much to her surprise, she quite liked the idea that this stunningly beautiful woman was in charge. She gave a hesitant smile, wondering what would happen next.

"So, all this means that I can do whatever I want with you," Tina went on in a calm but firm tone, "and this is something I've wanted to do since I first saw you at the bar." She leaned forward and, putting her hand behind Fionna 's head, gently pulled her forward into a kiss.

Fionna  had never kissed a woman before, at least not one she wasn't related to, and she found it an exhilarating experience. The Asian woman's lips were so soft, her breath so fresh, the scent of her perfume so intoxicating, she couldn't resist as she felt the tongue working its way between her teeth and into her mouth. She turned her head to one side, taking the more submissive role in the kiss, and opened her mouth wider to allow full access.

Tina recognised the move and, smiling inside, took advantage. She pressed harder with her lips, delved deeper with her tongue, and gripped the hair at the nape of Fionna 's neck, preventing her from moving back. Her hand slipped between the girl's warm thighs, pushing them apart when they reflexively closed, working her way up until she reached the smooth material of her panties. As if a button had been pressed, the legs opened again, once more providing an open invitation. She certainly wasn't going to turn it down.

She rubbed the girl's crotch through the thin garment and, pretty soon, was rewarded with the sound of mewling as the sub's excitement began to grow. Tina kept this up until Fionna  was squirming under her touch, her breath snorting from her nostrils. Then, knowing she had the girl just where she wanted her, she stopped, disengaging from the kiss and removing her hand.

"Did you enjoy that, Chaindoll?" she asked archly, confident of the answer.

"Yes… Miss," Fionna  whispered, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

"Good," Tina smiled, "now you know how much fun it can be to submit to me. So, just turn away from me." Fionna  looked at her in confusion but, after a few moments hesitation, did as she was told and turned her back.

She felt Tina's hands on her shoulders, then moving down her arms, very gently, but very definitely, pulling them behind her until her hands were touching behind her back. The gentle touch withdrew, but she didn't dare move from the position she had been placed in. Now she felt something against her wrists, winding around, pulling them closer, binding them. She felt scared, but also excited, as the rope now holding her was cinched tight. Tina put her hands on the girl's shoulders again and turned her back to face her.

"Your first time in bondage, I'm guessing?" she asked rhetorically, not requiring an answer, "I do so enjoy taking a girl's virginity - in the bondage sense, that is." She slowly pushed the spaghetti straps of Fionna 's top off her shoulders and pulled them down her arms, gradually baring her breasts, all the while staring into the girl's frightened blue eyes. When the garment was reduced to just a roll of material around her waist, Tina cupped her sub's breasts and stroked the prominent nipples with her thumbs, feeling them stiffen. Fionna  just sat there, frozen in place, unable to do anything but enjoy the sensations surging through her.

"Very nice," Tina said, then leaned forward and spent several minutes sucking each nipple as she fondled the surrounding mammaries. Fionna  began to squirm in her seat, breathing more heavily and biting her bottom lip in response to the delightful attention she was receiving.

"Okay, come round here," Tina commanded, leaning back and watching as Fionna  stood up and walked around the table to take up the indicated position.

"Kneel." The tone of voice was calm and pleasant, but irresistible. Fionna  found herself sinking to her knees without really thinking what she was doing, it just seemed like the only thing she could do. Tina smiled at her and, uncertainly, she smiled back. The Asian woman looked away and raised her hand to attract the waiter's attention.

"Hi, could I get a refill on my wine, please," she said when he stood before her, not glancing at Fionna , "and could you bring me a pair of No.2 butterflies, a 3 inch ball harness, and a dog leash - a chain one?"

"Certainly, Miss," he replied, "I'll be right back." As he walked away, Fionna  looked up in alarm at the woman sitting beside her. She wasn't sure what had been requested, but she certainly knew what a 'dog leash' was! Given that she was currently wearing a dog collar, she was pretty sure it was going to be used on her. Maybe those other things, the ones she didn't understand, were also for use on her? Her feelings of uncertainty and nervousness surged again, accompanied by a growing excitement.

The waiter wasn't away long. He placed the wine, the dog leash, and the other things on the table and left. Tina took a leisurely drink from her glass, savouring it, allowing the sub before her to become even more nervous. Eventually she picked up the butterfly clamps and adjusted them to a very mild setting, before leaning forward and bringing them towards the Goth girl's nipples.

Fionna 's eyes widened in alarm as she saw what was going to happen but could do nothing to prevent. As the metal jaws with their rubber coating closed on her sensitive buds, she grimaced and steeled herself against the pain. To her surprise, they didn't bite into her, feeling more like someone was squeezing her nipples between thumb and forefinger - uncomfortable but not particularly painful. As Tina let them go, they both watched the weight of the thin chain between the clamps pull her nipples slightly downwards. Fionna  seemed mesmerised by the chain as it swung back and forth between her breasts.

When she looked up again, she saw that Tina had picked up what looked like a ball gag, but with extra leather straps.

"Open for me," came the command and, to her own mild bafflement, Fionna  meekly parted her lips, opening her mouth wide.

The ball was pushed between her teeth and the restraining strap buckled behind her head. She felt one of the straps going under her chin, while two more were pulled up across her cheeks, obscuring her sight slightly as they met at a ring against her forehead. A single strap went over her scalp and was buckled to the harness behind. She felt all the buckles being re-tightened, ensuring there was no slack to allow a finger to be inserted between strap and skin.

Fionna  tried to come to terms with the head harness, and the ball in her mouth which prevented her from closing her lips or comfortably positioning her tongue. She wondered if she had made a huge mistake, allowing herself to be tied and gagged like this, but she knew there was nothing she could do now, she would just have to live with the consequences.

"You're doing very well, Chaindoll," Tina smiled as she clipped the leash to the collar around the girl's neck, then ruffled her hair. "Good girl. Good pet."

As someone who bridled at her own given name, it was astonishing that Fionna  didn't feel hatred for the woman who had just called her 'pet'. Rather, she felt happy that she had pleased her Mistress. This feeling, along with the realisation that she had just thought of the Asian woman she had only met half an hour before as 'Mistress', left her completely confused and wondering exactly what was going on inside her head. Perhaps it's being driven by what's happening in my body, she thought, recognising the goosebumps on her skin and the tingling itch in her crotch as tell-tale signs that she was extremely aroused.

"Tina! It's been such a long time! How're you doing?!" Fionna  looked up sharply to see a woman in an elegant black dress, stockings, and high heels, with straight blonde hair halfway down her back, standing by the table and smiling at her Mistress. But what took her attention was the man standing next to her, because he was completely naked.

Naked, that is, apart from the leather cuffs around his wrists and ankles, and the leather hood which covered his face and head, with openings only for his eyes and mouth. Fionna  was alarmed to see that there was a chain wrapped around the base of his cock and balls, the loose end hanging down to his knees. He also wore a collar rather like her own, and he was also leashed, with the woman holding the other end.

"Olivia!" Tina responded excitedly, standing up and giving the woman a hug, "I'm good! I see you and Mark are still together. Have you made an honest man of him yet?!"

"Nah," Olivia smiled, "treat 'em mean, keep 'em keen, as they say. And I do treat him very mean!" As she said this, she caught the end of the chain around his penis and testicles, giving it a sharp tug which elicited a cry of pain from the poor man. To Fionna 's surprise, he didn't grab at the chain or his wedding tackle, and didn't strike the woman either. He just stood there and took it.

"Don't!" Tina cried out, her hands flying to her mouth, "you'll castrate him!"

"Don't be such a wuss, Tina!" Olivia sneered, "you love it, don't you, Mark?"

"Yes, Mistress," he replied, hanging his head, "my pain is your pleasure."

"Damn right!" the woman laughed, then walked over to Fionna . "This is a pretty little thing! Is it new?"

"I only just met her," Tina replied, "I'm just introducing her to the joys of BDSM."

"Well, don't be too gentle," her friend responded, "spare the rod, spoil the child." As she said this, she hooked her finger around the chain between Fionna 's nipples and slowly pulled it up and away from her. To the kneeling girl's dismay, the design of the clamps meant that, as she pulled the chain tight, the clamps closed, pinching more harshly to ensure they didn't come off.

Gradually, her nipples were stretched out, and then her breasts started to be lifted upwards and outwards as Olivia brought her hand away from the girl's body. As the clamps tightened, discomfort began to change to pain, and Fionna  let out a rather desperate moan, surprised to hear how muffled it was by the gag. The reaction merely encouraged Olivia to go further, pull a little harder.

"Okay, you've made your point," Tina intervened, although making no move to try to stop her, "treat your own sub mean, not mine."

"Sure, no problem," the blonde said, letting go of the chain, which allowed Fionna 's breasts to return to their natural position, "but she's pretty tough, this one. I was actually pulling quite hard, and she barely made a squeak. I think you might have found a winner there. Why don't you bring her to the playroom with us and put her through her paces?"

"Sounds good," the Asian woman replied, "I was just heading that way anyway." She took up the leather hand strap at the end of the dog leash and gave it a flick, which Fionna  took to be the command to stand up. She did so, and then followed her Mistress, walking alongside Mark.

As they walked to the back of the room, Fionna  stared at the people sitting at the tables they passed. There were all kinds of couples - men with submissive women, women with submissive men, men with other men, women with women - as well as a few groups - one dominant with several subs, several Doms with one sub, and so on. There was a mind-boggling array of clothes, colours and styles, with leather, PVC and rubber much in evidence, alongside normal street clothes, although these seemed to be worn exclusively by the Doms. There was also an awful lot of flesh on view, from partial nudity, to topless, to completely naked.

"Hey you! Eyes front!" Olivia hissed at her, "stop rubbernecking like a sex tourist! You should be concentrating on your Mistress, ready to obey her commands." Chastened, Fionna  followed submissively behind Tina, not daring to look to either side.

At the far wall, they came to an opening into a large space, filled with BDSM tools and furniture, which raised Fionna 's alarm level even higher. She didn't understand most of it, but it was clear from the racks of punishment devices and bondage equipment that this was a place of pain.

"I think I'll take Mark over for a flogging," Olivia said, matter-of-factly, "you two have fun!" Fionna  watched as she led the naked man away, but then felt a tug on the leash and turned away.

They approached something that looked like a vaulting horse, and Tina made her bend over it.

"Now, Chaindoll, for your first taste of Discipline," she said, bringing a frightened whine from the prone Goth, "don't worry, we'll start off easy." Fionna  didn't find anything reassuring about the comment - she didn't want to be disciplined at all.

She felt her skirt being flicked up onto her back and then, with growing concern, her knickers being eased down her thighs. Tina placed one hand on the middle of the girl's back and drew her other arm back. She brought the flat palm of her hand down hard against the pert, round buttocks, making the flesh quiver, and bringing a muffled cry. Slowly and deliberately, she raised her arm and slapped the girl again, pressing down on her back to prevent her from rising up off the spanking stool. She hit her a third time, noting with satisfaction that her cheeks were starting to turn a little rosy.

As Fionna 's protests became more urgent, Tina slipped her fingers between the agitated girl's thighs and parted her labia, working them into her moistening vagina. The cries of protest turned to moans.

"You like that, pet?" Tina asked as she worked her fingers, feeling the heat and moisture grow, "one of the most amazing things about BDSM is the way pain and pleasure can complement each other." As she said this, she pulled her hand away and slapped Fionna  hard again, before returning her fingers to their previous task.

This alternation of slap and tickle continued until Fionna  was red in the face and highly aroused. The sensations were, as Tina had said, amazing. Somehow, the painful slaps seemed to amplify the pleasure of the manipulation to which she was being subjected. Tina sought out and rubbed her engorged clitoris, lubricating it with Fionna 's own juices as she did so, ramping up the stimulation dramatically. The young girl was taken by surprise when she felt something pushing between her buttocks, and then Tina's thumb forcing its way through her anal sphincter to massage her there as well. After each blow delivered to her rump, she eagerly awaited what would follow and, as she was being fingered, the knowledge that she would soon be struck again ceased to worry her - she knew it was just the next step in this exciting journey.

At last, the journey reached its inevitable destination. Fionna 's muffled cries, arched back and suddenly tensed muscles signalled the arrival of her orgasm, one of the most intense of her short life so far. The event was confirmed by the sudden flood of vaginal juices wetting her thighs and squirting into Tina's hand.

Having pulled her panties back up, Tina helped the girl straighten up and led her across the room to a chair, where she sat down before pulling her sub down to her knees in front of her.

"And now it's your turn, pet," Tina said. She leaned forward and unfastened the head harness, easing the ball out of Fionna 's mouth and tossing the whole thing into a nearby bin labelled 'Used Items For Cleaning'. She then sat back and, spreading her legs wide, pulled the split skirt of her dress out of the way, revealing her naked crotch.

Fionna  knew what she was being asked, or rather commanded, to do. She had never even thought about having any kind of relationship with another woman, let alone a sexual one. Even though the woman before her was extremely attractive, she hadn't suddenly turned into a lesbian. Yet she found herself with a burning desire to please her, to satisfy her. She realised that this was an incredibly submissive reaction, and she wondered whether she had always been like this, or whether she was just caught up in the evening's events. She dismissed these confusing thoughts, deciding to worry about such details later, determined for now to just follow her instincts, and she leaned forward.

She pushed her head between the Asian woman's thighs and underneath her skirt until her nose was pressed against the curled hairs on her mound. The smell of sex was overpowering in that dark, enclosed space, and she reached out tentatively with her tongue, seeking out the hot, intimate area from which juices were already leaking. Tina gave a satisfied sigh as she felt the contact, and she slid down in the seat a little, spreading her thighs a little wider and pushing herself into the girl's face.

Fionna  set about her task with extreme enthusiasm.

"Hey, hey, take it easy, pet!" Tina cried out, pushing back on the girl's head, "this isn't some fast food all-you-can-eat buffet! It's a gourmet meal to be savoured and enjoyed at a leisurely pace. Let's try that again, but with a little more finesse. Once more, with feeling!" Chastened, Fionna  tentatively licked and slurped at the moist cunt before her.

"Mmm, that's better," the Asian woman purred about ten minutes later, "just keep that up. I'll let you know when you can stop." Rather surprised that she hadn't brought the woman close to orgasm yet, Fionna  continued to work away, her face gradually becoming covered in the fluid oozing from the hot, wet orifice against which it was firmly pressed.

It seemed like she had been at it for hours. She had heard Tina order herself another drink, and also heard her talking to her friend Olivia, who had slapped Fionna  on the buttocks as she went by. As for Fionna  herself, she was tired and the muscles at the base of her tongue were aching badly. She desperately hoped this would come to an end soon.

"Okay, pet," she eventually heard from above her, "you can finish me off now." This command came as sweet relief, and she redoubled her efforts, pushing her tongue as deep as she could into Tina's vagina, thrusting her head backwards and forwards to 'fuck' her, ignoring the pain she was feeling. She rapidly switched her attention to the woman's clitoris, sucking on it urgently, stimulating it with her tongue until she could hear the gasps and whimpers which confirmed that she was having the desired effect.

She knew she had achieved her goal when the thighs on either side of her head tried to shut, clamping over her ears, and clawing fingers grabbed her hair reflexively. She heard an anguished cry, somewhat muffled but loud enough, before she felt the spasm pass and the body before her relax. She was pulled up off the floor until her lips met Tina's, and she found herself being kissed deeply and passionately.

"That was very good, pet," Tina smiled, "let's go get a drink - I bet you could do with one after all that!" She helped Fionna  up off her knees and led her at the end of the leash back to the bar.

"Can I have a glass of Shiraz and a bowl of water, please," she said to the barman, confusing Fionna . A bowl of water? Is that for me, she thought. Is she treating me as her pet, as well as calling me it?

It looked like her suspicion was correct, as the Asian put the bowl on the floor and ordered her down on her knees. This was humiliating, especially in front of the other drinkers, who gave her amused looks. But the fact was that she was extremely thirsty and, after a few moments hesitation, she bent down and lapped at the cool, clear water. At least, that was what she told herself. She wasn't really sure if she needed the drink as much as she enjoyed the feeling of submitting to her Mistress.

"Hi there, Tina, how you doing?" Fionna  looked up at the sound of a male voice and saw, standing above her, an attractive man, probably in his early thirties and dressed in black jeans and shirt, looking rather cool.

"Hey Steve, I'm good!" Tina said warmly, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Who's this pretty little thing?" he asked, looking down at Fionna , who blushed bright crimson in embarrassment at how she must look, on her knees with her breasts exposed and her hands tied behind her back. But she was also responding to the fact that he had called her 'pretty'.

"This is Chaindoll," Tina replied, "I'm just introducing her to the pleasures of BDSM."

"Excellent," Steve responded, "do you mind if I…?"

"Not at all, honey," the Asian woman said, "I was just going to call it a night anyway. Feel free to play with her, it'll be good to broaden her experience." Fionna  looked at her aghast, wondering what was going on.

"But, Miss, I thought…" she sputtered in shock. Tina bent down and stroked her cheek.

"Don't worry, pet," she smiled, "Steve's a really nice guy, you'll get on well. Anyway, I must go, maybe I'll see you another evening." She straightened up and, after giving Steve another kiss, walked towards the exit without a backward glance. Fionna  watched her leave impotently, hoping forlornly that the latex-clad beauty might change her mind and come back to rescue her. But the door closed behind her with a sense of finality. Fearfully, Fionna  looked up into the inscrutable face of the man who, she realised with a thrill of fear, uncertainty and excitement, was now in control of her.

"Come on then, Chaindoll," he said, taking up the leash and ushering her to her feet, "let's see what kind of mischief we can get you into."

With her mind in a turmoil of emotions, Fionna  followed meekly as he led her back to the playroom…