Warning: This story features bondage and mild sexual content.
Synopsis: A shy girl is dragged to a nightclub by her friend, where she meets a couple that introduces her to some new experiences.
♫ bbmm—bbmm—bbmm—bbmm— ♫
Muffled dance music pulsed in the background. The long line of people shuffled forward one step, snaking around the queue barriers. They were all keen to get inside, both to escape the evening chill and to enter the hottest nightclub in town. I was particularly impatient, though mostly just for the first reason.
The entirety of my clubbing outfit was a pair of black strapped stiletto heels and a little black dress. With strong emphasis on ‘little’. The front had an opening running down the middle, deep and wide enough to expose most of my breasts, which strained against the tight fabric. My arms and shoulders were uncovered, the upper back was open, and the waist was especially snug.
The bottom of the dress barely reached my thighs. It was so short that every few steps I could feel it riding up and allowing the underside of my buttcheeks to peek out. I was perpetually having to tug it back down.
“I can’t believe you made me wear this...”
My attire had been picked out by my close friend Hayley. Going clubbing was also her decision. Recently I’d been holing myself up in self-pitying self-isolation, long enough that she decided it was her duty as my friend to drag me back into civilization. She’d even confiscated my phone and purse. For today, for my own good, she called the shots.
“Why’s that Nina? You look so hot in it! Especially with how much it shows off your ass...ets~”
To demonstrate her point, she seized a handful of the dress at my lower back and pulled upwards. The garment slipped up easily, following the path of least resistance to bunch up around my slim waist. It shifted high enough to leave my butt fully uncovered, my round buttocks hanging out in plain view.
“Kyaaaahhh! Hayley?!”
Shrieking in reaction was a very bad move, as it drew the attention of the surrounding queuing crowd. Hayley maintained her grip on the dress, grinning at my distress as I pulled back in a tug-of-war. While I tried and failed to cover back up, the gawking crowd were treated to the sight of my exposed shaking ass, minimally covered by lacy black panties.
“Hayley seriously, let go!!”
She chortled and finally released my dress. Even uncontested, it took a few firm yanks and some lower-body wiggling to force it down past the curve of my hips. The motions elicited a few wolf whistles.
“I didn’t agree to come out tonight just to flash my butt at 50 strangers!”
“Why not? Besides that was only like... 30 strangers at most. Think of it this way: since you got through that humiliating ordeal, and hoo boy did that look humiliating, now you can handle anything else that happens tonight no problem. Can't get worse than that!”
“sigh. Well I hope we at least get inside soon. I’m freezing my butt off out here. Especially when someone goes and shows it off to the world!”
Hayley herself wore a cute blue dress that showed off her figure, although with notably more coverage than mine had. I suspected she schemed to have me showing more skin than her for the purpose of attracting more attention. Her own cheeky way of ‘helping’ me. She had blonde hair like I did, but hers was lighter-toned, wavier and longer, while mine was done up in a neat ponytail.
“Oooh we’re nearly in. I’m getting excited, aren’t you?”
Above the door there was a neon sign with glowing bright-red tubes that spelled the name of the nightclub: “The Velvet Cord”. A purple tube connected the tops of the V to extend it into a heart shape.
We stepped forward, finally reaching the front of the line. The bouncers ushered us through without hesitation, unclipping a horizontal thick crimson rope from a pole to let us pass. Two good-looking blondes in tight dresses were very welcome clientele.
Inside at last! The entranceway stretched down a corridor, past the coat check, turning a corner and leading to the club proper...
♫ BBMM!—BBMM!—BBMM!—BBMM!— ♫
The pounding music hit like a wave, a bass-heavy club remix of some pop hit with a sultry female vocal singing over the top.
♫ The music calls to me, it plays with my mind ♫
♫ The syncopated beat, a devilish design ♫
The venue was much bigger than I’d expected from the outside. It was relatively early in the evening and while there were already plenty of people inside, there was capacity for far more.
An island bar stretched across the middle, an unbroken oval countertop serving dozens of customers. Beyond it was a sprawling dancefloor, packed with people looking their best dancing away to the music. A DJ stood behind a wide mixing desk at a corner in the back, his voice booming whenever he interjected to hype up the crowd.
“Alright I wanna see everyone jumping for this next one! Let’s see some moves out there!”
There were a few circular platforms dotted across the dancefloor’s space, elevated to waist height and slowly rotating. Each platform supported a unique formation of red poles and a beautiful girl in a skimpy pink and purple outfit dancing around them. One had a classic vertical stripper pole. One had four vertical poles connecting at the top to form the outline of a cage. One had a hip-high horizontal bar with the dancer leaning over it and waggling her behind.
There were upstairs balconies overlooking everything, with barriers preventing the lower floor from seeing anything happening up there. The venue's walls, furniture and bar were predominantly black with accents of red, and the overall lighting was an ambient purple glow. The dancefloor additionally had strobe lighting in a myriad of colours flashing and sweeping across it.
It was all a bit overwhelming.
“Hayley, I’m not sure if...”
“Ah ah, you stop that! What’s the one thing we said we'd be doing tonight?”
“Saying yes...”
“That’s right! You need to fight that instinct to run back home and curl into a ball. You’ve been hiding away for long enough. Tonight is about having fun new experiences, even if they’re scary. So if some cute guy asks you to dance, what are you going to say?”
“Yes?”
“Yes! Now let’s get a drink.”
“Eep!”
She grabbed my wrist and dragged me to the bar.
Unlike me, Hayley was in her element. She stuck up conversations with nearby strangers with ease, like she’d known them her whole life. I did receive plenty of compliments on my appearance, from both men and women. It was quite a confidence booster. I was starting to somewhat enjoy myself, when...
“Ooh ooh, I love this song. Nina. Dancefloor. Now!”
“Wait Hayley. I'm not sure if I'm ready yet to goaahhh!”
Hayley physically dragged me off by the hand, making me almost spill my drink before I managed to place it down. I was lead around the bar, past all the bystanders, straight into the throng of dancers.
♫ I wanna dance with you, under starlight together ♫
♫ Please stay with me, make this night last forever ♫
“WOOO!”
The bass vibrations rumbled through the ground beneath us and thrummed in my chest. Even my usually awkward self couldn’t help but nod along to the rhythm. Hayley held my hands as she swayed and grooved. Her energy was infectious. Soon enough I was shaking my body right along with her.
The crowd was pressed close together, nearly shoulder to shoulder. Both men and women kept grinding their bodies against me, sometimes by accident, sometimes not. Whenever someone made eye contact with me, it was more often than not followed by a wink and/or flirtatious dancing in my direction.
I hesitantly let go of my inhibitions and embraced the carefree mood, feeling adventurous enough to even throw out a few sexy moves of my own. I kept repeating the mantra in my head: “Say yes”. However when a few guys got too close, when a hand brushed over and lingered on my butt, groping bare flesh since my dress had of course ridden up again, that daring attitude faltered.
“H-hey easy there... Ahh! Not so rough! Okaaay I think it’s time for a break... Hayley?”
Where was Hayley? I scanned all around me. She wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Nor was she when I poked my head up.
I pushed past the dancing bodies, making my way off the dancefloor. The club had become noticeably busier since we’d entered. Navigating the denser crowd required lots of light shoving and “Excuse me”s. Finding a single particular person was going to be difficult.
I made a full loop around the club. The main floor, the bathrooms, the back corridors with private rooms, everywhere that I had access to. I passed by two separate staircases leading upstairs, each guarded by a surly looking bouncer and a velvet rope.
I arrived back where my search started, having not found Hayley anywhere. I couldn’t even leave the club without her as she had my phone and money, and wandering about outside in the cold so scantily dressed would be a bad idea. The creeping feeling of abandonment flared up and my stress level started to spike.
“HEY NINA!”
I pivoted, almost crying out from relief, only see two familiar faces, neither of them the one I was looking for. They were two young ladies that Hayley and I had met and chatted with at the bar earlier.
“Oh h-hi! Have you seen my friend anywhere?”
“WHAT?”
“I SAID HAVE YOU SEEN-”
We were right beside the border of the dancefloor and the music was deafening. One of them raised a finger to cut me off, then stepped away, motioning for me to follow. The three of us walked towards a nearby alcove, ducking into the corner behind a wall that immediately reduced the background noise’s volume to tolerable levels.
♫ We’re three of a kind, I raise the stakes ♫♫♫ Are you calling? ♫
♫ Got you big blind, with my pocket ace ♫♫♫ You know I’m all-in ♫
The small space had a decent view out upon the rest of the club but had a degree of privacy, since the nearest people were all in circles chatting with their backs turned to us.
“That’s better. Have either of you seen Hayley?”
“That’s your friend in blue right? Sorry haven’t seen her. Not since she dragged you off to dance. Looked like you were having fun out there~”
“Err yeah. I’m getting worried cause I can’t find her. See, she has all my stuff and...”
“Well, why don’t you wait here with us a while? We can see most of the bar from here. If she goes to or from the dancefloor we should spot her going by. Out in that crowd you’ll just keep missing each other.”
“Yeah that’s probably a good idea. Thanks... uhh...”
“Dana. And that's Tammy.”
Dana grinned, recognising I hadn’t remembered their names but graciously not calling me out on the faux pas. She had medium-length silky red hair and wore a tight red collared shirt and skinny dark-blue trousers. Her clothing was fairly androgynous, but her feminine figure still shone through. She was the more talkative of the two, not unlike Hayley, but more sharp-witted than the hectic energy I was used to.
The quieter girl Tammy had short black hair that fully covered one eye, and wore darker-shaded black and purple clothes. A leather jacket, a miniskirt, fishnet stockings and heeled boots, all giving off a goth aesthetic. She seemed a little shy, but whenever she did speak her input was thoughtful and amusing. She too had an impressive busty figure. They were both very pretty.
I was so relieved to have friendly faces for company. We talked about ourselves, our jobs, the club, the city’s social scene as a whole. I quickly gathered that Dana and Tammy were a couple. After Dana confirmed it with a remark that they’d been dating for a few years, she turned the topic towards me.
“So what about you Nina? Is there someone out there who’s claimed your heart? Or given that you're here looking like that, maybe you're on a manhunt~?”
“Ah! N-no it’s not like that. I have a boyf-... I mean I had a...”
I paused. The two stared quietly in anticipation.
My wall crumbled. I totally broke down and started blurting out my entire tragic story. About the boyfriend that dumped me for one of my best friends. About my suspicions and allegations that they’d cheated behind my back. About her counter-accusations that we’d already broken up by then and I was trying to destroy her reputation as revenge. About how our mutual friends had all taken sides, and how she bitterly blamed me for losing some of those friendships. About how I’d gone into hiding for weeks over the whole incident, until tonight.
To the girls’ credit, they didn’t react to my oversharing with judgement. They listened and they sympathised.
“... and he even implied the breakup was my fault for not considering his ‘needs’. I know what he really meant. He was always pushing me to try things I wasn’t too keen on. You know... in the bedroom.”
“Oh? What kinds of things? If you don’t mind me asking."
“Like... spanking. Butt stuff. And all that weird sex-dungeon fetish stuff. You know, BGSM.”
“BDSM?”
“Yeah, that. Can you believe it?”
Both girls raised an eyebrow. Dana spoke slowly and carefully.
“Well. BDSM itself isn’t that weird. It’s a very common kink. It might seem scary at first, but it can actually be incredibly enjoyable and intimate. A real bonding experience, if you’ll pardon the pun!”
“Oh. I see. Have you two...?”
They both nodded. Tammy spoke up.
“Have you really never tried it Nina? Not even once?”
“I haven’t really... I mean, it’s not like I'd never try it. It’s just...”
Dana reached into her shoulder bag and extracted what looked like two colourful bejewelled bracelets. On closer look I realised the two solid circles were stuck together and had small keyholes in them. They were custom-made handcuffs.
“Always useful to keep these handy. In case someone needs to be put in her place~”
Dana winked at her girlfriend.
“Since they don’t really look like handcuffs at a glance, if you play it cool you can get away with pretending you’re just wearing bangles and holding your hands together.”
Tammy took the restraint from Dana and looked to me, a light blush on her cheeks.
“Are you interested in seeing how it feels Nina? I can tell you from personal experience that it’s a very liberating feeling. You might learn something about yourself.”
“I...”
The two girls waited, their attention fully focused on me. The thought of being handcuffed, here and now, was incredibly daunting. But then I heard Hayley’s voice in my head...
“Say yes!”
I sighed. This very much fit the bill of a ‘fun new experience’, offered up to me on a plate. I could vividly picture Hayley insisting that I at least try. I just had to be brave.
Besides, we were in a public space, and the girls seemed sincere. No-one else would see much of what we were doing, semi-hidden in the dark. Unless I intentionally decided to call attention to it, which I could always do as a last resort if things got really out of hand.
“... Ok. Yes. J-just for a minute!”
Tammy smiled, her hands shaking a little. Dana breamed, clapping her hands together. She reached out and took hold of my shoulder, pulling me closer. I took only a short step but she kept pulling, guiding me right into the space between the two of them. In the small alcove, the three of us were now standing awfully close together.
Dana turned me so that I faced her, then smoothly slid her hands from my bare shoulders down along my arms. I shivered from the touch. She pushed them backwards and I took the hint, bringing my arms together behind me.
I sensed Tammy move in, felt her gentle grip on my forearm, and then the cool touch of metal circling my wrist. Followed by the same on the other wrist. I couldn’t hear the click of the handcuffs over the loud music, but I felt them closing all the way in.
I was locked up. No going back.
I tried to move my hands apart. The solid metal kept them very much stuck together. I moved one arm upwards, finding I was unable to slip free. There was no way the cuffs were coming off, not without help. I suddenly felt terribly vulnerable. If my dress rode up too high now, I’d have a hard time fixing it myself.
“So? How does it feel Nina?”
“It’s a little scary to be honest. Kind of exciting I guess?”
“I have to say, you look incredible. Doesn’t she Tammy?”
“Y-yeah. You look really cute like that Nina~”
“Oh I think cute is an understatement...”
Dana stepped even closer. There was virtually no space between us now. Her bosom lightly touched against mine. She gently brushed the hair from my face.
“... She already looked ravishing in that tight dress. But with her arms stuck behind her like this? She’s an irresistible tasty little treat~”
I was frozen still. Her hand lingered against my cheek. I could smell her fragrance, feel the waft of her breath. Her tone and body language and words screamed seduction. Was this real? She was a lesbian. But her girlfriend was right behind me. I tried to step out...
!!!
Tammy held my shoulder, keeping me in place.
“You’re right Dana. She looks really good with her hands bound. Can you imagine if her whole body was tied up and squirming?”
“Oh I really can. Especially in this dress. Ropes squeezing tight around her arms and legs. Her breasts would probably bust right out! Unless we roped them up too~”
“I... w-what are you... Ahhh!”
Tammy’s hand ran down my back and slipped up under the bottom of my dress, gently stroking beneath it.
“She’s got a great ass. When she flashed it outside in the queue earlier, I have to confess I couldn’t help but stare at it.”
“Right?! I just wanted to run right up and give it a nice big smack!”
They were there? They saw that? I wanted to crawl into a hole from embarrassment, but right now I could barely even move. They both inched closer.
“She’s been a real tease all night, shaking her butt out on the dancefloor. ‘Accidentally’ letting everyone see her panties. Such a naughty girl~”
“N-no I wasn’t trying to...”
“I think I saw her dancing with girls out there too. I reckon she’d enjoy a round with one of those pole dancers.”
“Boys are so troublesome aren’t they Nina? Why not try a taste of the other side? You could have so much more fun~”
Dana leaned in. She really was beautiful. Her lips parted.
“I-I d... don’t...” But she has a girlfriend!
I tried leaning away. That very girlfriend held the back of my head so I couldn’t. My inner-Hayley was shouting.
“SAY YES! SAY YES! SAY YES!”
I shut my eyes as Dana’s mouth closed around my quivering lower lip.
“Hhhh~”
Her hair fell against my cheek. She was soft. I closed my mouth, gently pushing my lips to hers.
“Mmmh~~”
That was all the invitation she needed. She snaked her arms around my waist. We were firmly pressed together, our thighs rubbing, her chest squashing into my breasts. She kissed me intensely, insistently, impatiently.
At the same Tammy pushed in from behind. The curve of my ass nestled in against her pelvis. I was sandwiched between the two of them, with so little room to stand that I was almost being supported by them. Tammy kissed my slender neck, slow and sensual, in contrast to Dana’s eager exploration.
“Mmmh~ Mmm~ Mmmmwahh~~”
Dana pulled her head back, licking her lips.
“Hhhahh... I.. I’ve never done anything l-like tha—huh?”
Tammy held my cheek, turning my head. Her face swooped in from the other side.
“My turn~”
“H-huhh? Mmmhh~!”
Her lips clamped on. Her tongue slipped in. She passionately French-kissed me, slower and more tenderly than Dana. We moaned in unison. Dana took over the job of kissing my skin, peppering it with quick lip-smacks and nibbles, exploring up the back of my neck, on my ear, down along my shoulders.
“Mmmmh~~ Aaahhh~ Th... this is... mmph~~!”
Their hands roved all over me. My thighs, ass, arms, boobs, neck, face, all endured constant grinding, groping, teasing. They spun me around 180 degrees multiple times, manipulating my body without warning or permission. I was only ever given a fleeting moment to breathe before one or the other stole the next kiss.
“Mmhhhh~ Mmaahh... mmhhh!!~”
I kept trying to move up my hands on impulse, to create some space or slow down the pace. The handcuffs and my arms pinned between them ensured I couldn’t. I had no control. I was a helpless plaything for their enjoyment. In our tucked away alcove, no-one noticed the couple absolutely ravishing me.
♫ Got you locked, locked, down, down, I'll lead the waa-ay ♫
♫ Hear that pop, pop, sound, sound, no more to saa-ay ♫
While my lips were locked with Tammy’s, something thick and leathery closed around my neck. Dana was collaring me! I couldn’t protest or resist. She strapped it closed tight enough to squeeze in against my skin. A metal D-ring dangled from the front of it.
Eventually they both slowed down, pulled back, finishing their onslaught. They glowed with satisfaction. I was in a woozy daze, catching my breath. Saliva dampened my lip and chin, which I couldn't wipe off myself.
Dana stepped around me over to Tammy, and gave her a long deep kiss. She broke it off slowly, staring into her girlfriend’s eyes. They shared a whispered conversation, glancing my way a few times and giggling together.
“Okay I’m gonna head upstairs a while to say hi. You two behave yourselves~”
Dana gave my butt a grope and firm smack before wandering away, disappearing into the oblivious crowd.
“I umm... that was...”
“Shhh~”
Tammy pressed a finger to my lips. We were still standing close together, and she didn’t seem to be in any hurry to change that. She gently wiped my face dry with a tissue, the act feeling surprisingly intimate. She tugged the collar’s D-ring lightly.
“You look good with a collar around your neck Nina. Like you're someone’s slave. Have you ever fantasised about being owned?”
It was at this point I realised that people near us had finally taken notice of the two attractive girls huddled awfully close together in the shadows. My arms-back pose only fuelled their curiosity.
“Err yeah sure. Sounds great. B-but I think I’m ready to be uncuffed now.”
Tammy didn’t answer at first. She just smirked like I’d asked something silly.
“Why’s that? A slave should want to stay locked up, until her owner says otherwise.”
“Huh? N-no I just... I’ve had the full experience is all. It was fun, but I’m good now. Can you free me? ... Please?”
“If you insist. Although there is this one small problem with that. Namely, I can’t take off the cuffs.”
“What? Why not?!”
“Dana has the key.”
“She...? Why didn’t you mention that before she left?!”
Tammy shrugged. “You didn't ask.”
“W-well when is she coming back?”
“Hmm, best I can say is ‘eventually’. Wouldn't be unusual for her to run into a friend, they start chatting, grab a few drinks, lose track of time... Could be hours.”
“Can’t you call her?”
“Nope. Don’t have my phone with me.”
“I can't stay stuck like this for hours!”
“There’s only one other option then. We go to her. Ready to leave this cosy little nook of the club?”
I looked out at the packed crowd, trying to ignore the growing number of furtive glances at us, and shuddered.
“I can't go out there like this!”
“You’re welcome to wait here then. All on your own. And hope no-one notices and decides to take advantage of your predicament.”
She stroked my cheek, and started walking away. She was actually leaving me!
“No, wait! Tammy!”
“Excuse me...”
She politely pushed her way into the crowd. I felt a surge of panic. A flicker of hesitation and then I hurried forward, like holding my breath and diving into cold water. I squeezed through the gap she’d created before it could fully close up again. We were out of the shadows now.
She wasn’t slowing down or waiting for me. I had to push with my shoulder, trying my best to keep up. The density of people had one silver lining: it was harder for them to notice my embarrassing semi-restrained state. Some still did, but I hurried on before they could say or do much. My face reddened whenever I heard a “Did you just see that girl...” conversation starting up in my wake.
We were nearing the opposite corner of the club when it happened. I lost track of Tammy.
A stocky oblivious man obstructed my path for too long, and when I finally managed to circle around him, I had no bearing on which direction Tammy might have gone. That terrible feeling of isolation returned. And this time my situation was so much more dire, being cuffed and collared.
I stumbled forward, scanning left and right hoping to spot that short black hair amongst the heads, and accidentally collided with a young man walking the opposite direction. He was fairly buff, wearing a polo shirt with upturned collar.
“Hey, watch where you’re goi- Oh hot damn. Well hi there. You looking for something beautiful? Maybe I can give you what you need.”
“Uhh, no I don’t think so. I’m just looking for my friend...”
“We could be friends. Don’t you want to be my friend?”
He stepped closer. People around us were starting to take notice. If I shouted and kicked up a fuss then he might back off, but everyone in the vicinity would no doubt turn to look. There’d be no hiding for me then. I was running out of time to decide. He reached out...
A dark figure swooped in between us. “Back off asshole!”
Tammy stood right in his way, pushing the jock back with a hand to his chest.
“Tammy! Thank goodness. I couldn’t find you. Um, what are you doing?”
My relief turned to confusion as Tammy grabbed my collar, and quickly fastened the end of a short leash onto its D-ring. She spun back towards the irritated-looking man.
“She's mine. Got it?”
While making her defiant declaration, Tammy tugged the end of the leash down, forcing me to lean over rather low.
“Ahh!!”
My bust strained against the dress, protruding prominently for the viewing pleasure of onlookers in front of us. The bottom of the dress finally lost its battle clinging to my butt and slipped up to my waist, leaving my cheeks on full display for those watching us from behind.
This was not quite the discreet de-escalation I’d hoped for. On one hand I was so glad Tammy came back and I wasn’t on my own. But on the other, it was so humiliating being stuck bending over, practically showing off everything.
She and the jock stood in a silent staring contest. A battle of wills over who got to claim me. Feeling more vulnerable by the second, I took a small awkward step closer to Tammy, nudging up against her side. The jock finally grunted and threw his hands up in insincere apology.
“Jesus, relax. I was just trying to be nice. Don't get your panties in such a twist.”
He turned away and slunk off, back towards his gang of closely-watching colleagues. Tammy maintained her position, watching him leave. I noticed her hand beside me was clutching the leash very tightly and trembling.
She breathed out, and finally loosened the tension of the leash so that I could stand up straight again. Half the crowd turned back to their private conversations, though plenty still stared. Tammy composed herself.
“Phew. I can’t take my eyes off you for even a second without you getting into trouble can I Nina? I should probably punish you for that later. For now, I’m keeping you on a very short leash~”
“What? Are you serious? A punishment? You can't... You’re not allowed to...” My voice lowered to a pleading whine. “... but it wasn’t my fault!”
“Good girls don't complain. Now come along.”
“Tammy wait, I can't fix my dress. Could you at least pull down th--Eeek!”
The leash went taut again as Tammy slung it over her shoulder and proceeded forward. I was forced to stumble closely behind, my wardrobe malfunction unresolved. The crowd that witnessed the whole confrontation got to watch my mostly-bare buttcheeks jiggle as I was dragged off.
♫ Laaast dance, time for you to decide ♫
♫ Laaast chance, no turning back tonight ♫
Unlike her previous quick march, Tammy strolled painfully slowly now. The leash running from her hand, over her shoulder, and connecting to my thick collar caught people's eye far more easily than the cuffs alone ever did.
We reached the edge of the busy main floor and entered a corridor, walking towards one of the staircases I’d passed by earlier. Again I saw the velvet rope and the accompanying bouncer, but unlike his rebuffing glare towards me before, this time he nodded at us in welcome.
“Evening Tammy. Who’s your friend?”
“Evening Bobby. She’s a guest under my care. Is Dana upstairs?”
“She is. Matron’s in this evening. You should say hello. I’m sure she’d like to meet this one.”
“Thanks Bobby.”
He unclipped and lifted the velvet cord, allowing us to proceed through and up the narrow staircase behind him. The steps were steep enough that I could see right up Tammy's skirt. Her fishnet-covered cheeks waggled side to side hypnotically.
At the top of the staircase we stepped into a small square room. An open door lead out to the upstairs balcony I’d observed from below. Rather than stepping through it, Tammy opened a tall hinged panel that blended into the wall, revealing a closet behind it.
My eyes popped on seeing a trove of fetish gear, filling the closet from top to bottom. Ropes, tape, belts, straps, cuffs, gags, whips, paddles, collars, a straitjacket. One rack held an array of unusual coloured medallions, each one covered in empty notches, with stacks of tokens sitting beside them.
Tammy perused the closet’s contents, and my curiosity morphed into dread.
“... that could work... but I think you could handle something bigger. Ooh this one would look really good.”
Tammy turned. In her hand she held a black strap, and in the middle of that black strap was a very large red rubber ball.
“Tammy, w-what are you doing? We’re here to take something off me, not put even more on!”
“Sorry Nina, it’s the rules up here. Non-member guests must be gagged at all times.”
“W-why? That’s a stupid rule!”
She didn’t respond, calmly strutting towards me instead, letting the gag swing in her hand.
“C-can’t you at least use something easier? There are smaller versions of that ball thing right there! You could even just use a bit of tape or--”
“No more talking.”
She held the straps horizontally and lifted the large ball right up to my face. I really couldn’t imagine it fitting.
“Either this goes in your mouth, or you can go back downstairs on your own.”
I couldn’t turn back now. Proceeding forward like this was nearly as terrifying as leaving, but I really didn't want to be on my own again.
I reluctantly opened my lips, resting them against the side of the ball, trying to demonstrate how futile it was attempting a gag this size. Tammy wasn’t dissuaded. She nudged it forward, insistently, waiting for me to co-operate properly. I opened only a tiny bit more.
She stopped being patient and shoved hard, the pressure forcing my mouth open. I stumbled a step backwards, bumping against the wall. My jaw stretched wide as the large ballgag was wedged all the way in behind my teeth.
“Hhhehh! Mmmphhh!”
“That’s a good girl. Take it all in. Let’s make sure it’s strapped nice and tight... There we go~”
“Mmgnnhh!”
I immediately wanted it out. It was huge. Hearing the sound of my own gagged voice sent a rush of blood to my cheeks. My hands being cuffed was more frustrating than ever as I badly wanted to reach up and extract it myself, but I simply couldn’t. Pushing with my tongue was useless.
While I was fretting over the big rubber intruder in my mouth, Tammy added one more item. She grabbed a pre-prepared pink medallion from the closet, with several tokens slotted into the notches. She clipped it onto the buckle at the back of my collar, securing it with a small padlock.
“Mhh? Mmmphh!”
She turned towards the balcony doorway.
“Well Nina. I think we're ready. ... Right?”
She asked that final word surprisingly softly, almost like she was looking for reassurance. I sighed, mumbling a resigned “Mmph”. She smiled, and grabbed the end of the leash still dangling from my collar.
“Then let’s go. Welcome to the VIP lounge.”
♫ Step into my world, let’s play a little game ♫
♫ Just one night with me, you’ll never be the same ♫
Tammy and I stepped out from the small antechamber onto the ‘balcony’, which turned out to be a sizeable private space. The decor was more plush and luxurious than the main floor’s, with polished wooden tables, padded chairs and seating booths.
Peering over the barrier I could see the dancefloor below us full of bouncing heads, the DJ behind his desk, and the platform-elevated sexy club dancers, all lost in the music. A similar but separate VIP lounge spanned the far wall across the gap.
It felt like half of the lounge occupants went silent and turned to look at us as we stepped out. Tammy sauntered forward, and I was forced to shamble close behind. I couldn’t help but timidly duck behind her, letting her shield me from view. It didn’t make much difference. There was nowhere to hide once we strode into the midst of the watchers.
I stared down at my own heels, too mortified to meet anyone’s eye. When I dared to glimpse up, I was shocked to see the VIP lounge's ‘fashion’. Many of the members were in fetish wear, ranging from leather decorated with studs and straps, to tight latex bodysuits, to actual bondage restraints. Though no-one other than me was currently gagged. And plenty of them had something to say as we passed by.
“Tammyyy! Been a while. How’s it going?”
“Who’s the cutie~?”
“Never thought I’d see you on that end of a leash. It’s a good look.”
“Hey guuurl! Let’s catch up later. And bring your sub~”
“Ooh is she a new club member? I hope she is. Nice find Tammy!”
We were inundated with cheery greetings to Tammy and curious remarks about me. Our stride forward was even slower than before. Tammy made sure everyone got a good eyeful. And handful, in some cases. A few reached out and caressed me as we wandered past, making me recoil away, often right into arm's reach of yet another handsy member. Being muted and restrained, I felt like such an accessory, a novelty, a prize she was showing off.
There was a bar against the wall near the back of the lounge. My heart leapt as I saw one particular individual sitting at it.
Dana!
Tammy’s girlfriend was in conversation with the bartender, her back turned to us. Finally. She was the sole reason I was here, why I was suffering through such indignity. She had the keys to my handcuffs. To my freedom.
I immediately scurried forward, only to bump into a woman who was walking up to us.
“Oof! Careful there sugar. Tam, I think this one needs a little more discipline. I’d be happy to break her in for you.”
“Hi Tyranna. Knowing you, it'd be more breaking than breaking in.”
“Hey I can be gentle when I want to! I just don’t often want to~”
This club member had hair styled high in a quiff and dyed bright green. Her outfit was mostly a purple corset with a chestpiece, latex panties, and knee-high boots, with a multitude of straps filling in the gaps.
I tried to sidestep her and hurry on towards the bar but the leash went taut, stopping me in my tracks. Tammy held me back like an overexcited pet needing to be reined in.
“Whoa, down girl. Where do you think you’re going? Be polite.”
“Mmph? Bhh Dhmhh!”
With the ballgag in my mouth, I couldn’t say the simple words “Dana’s right over there”. With my hands cuffed, I couldn’t point so Tammy would simply turn her head and look. I could only waggle my arms in the vague direction while mumbling incoherently. A harsh leash yank told me to settle down. Dana was so close, but I had no means of getting Tammy to understand.
She and Tyranna chatted, while I had to stand awkwardly beside them, fidgeting from impatience.
“You’ve snagged a real beaut for yourself Tam. May I...?”
“Sure~”
“Mmh?”
My eyes darted back and forth between Tammy and her friend in confusion, as the latter stepped into my personal space. She circled around me, a predatory glint in her eyes. She let her hands drift all over me, stroking my bare shoulders, my shaking arms, my upper chest where the dress opened, fondling the curves of my boobs before giving them a brief squeeze.
She stopped right behind me, grabbed my dress where it had ridden up high to the small of my back, and gave me the fright of my life.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“MMMMPH!!!”
Everyone in the lounge was blatantly staring, dropping any pretense of doing otherwise. If it weren’t for the blaring music, I was sure that even people on the floor below would have heard the sound of Tyranna’s palm striking my ass.
“Mmmphh!! Mmmmm!!”
“Lovely sounds. I wonder what other noises she makes...”
Suddenly she grabbed the leash right where it attached to the collar and pulled me in, dragging my face close to hers. Our noses grazed. If my mouth wasn’t filled up with a ballgag, I’d have assumed she was about to kiss me.
She held me in that position with an iron grip, letting the tension hang in the air. Then she leaned in so her lips were beside my ear, speaking in a breathy whisper that only I could hear.
“I want to rope your drop-dead gorgeous body up so insanely tight that you literally can’t move an inch. I’ll stuff your pretty mouth obscenely full so I can’t hear even the tiniest whimper. That ballgag will feel like a gentle massage in comparison. Your every nerve ending will be edged to the point of pure agony, just aching, begging for my touch. When I’m satisfied that you’re truly mine, and only then, I’ll make you so cum so hard you won’t be able to remember your own name. All you’ll know is me~”
She kissed the ballgag then casually stepped backwards, allowing the leash to drift out between her fingers. She handed the end back to Tammy, blew me a kiss, and strutted off, swaying her hips smugly.
My face was burning. I didn’t realise I’d been holding my breath until I gasped in air, drool gurgling out. Tammy smirked with amusement as she watched me recover.
“You look a little flustered there Nina. Don’t worry too much about Tyr. She’s intense, but she does respect limits, like everyone does. Her bark is worse than her bite. Although she does also like to bite...”
It took a moment for the daze to fade as I remembered the mission: the bar. I took a cautious step past Tammy. Only one step this time, fearing another reprimanding leash pull.
“Oh you wanted to go to the bar? I suppose you’ve behaved yourself enough to earn a drink~”
Thank heavens. Finally we could reunite with Dana and get... the...
I looked upon an empty barstool. Dana was gone.
It had only been a minute! I glanced around but couldn’t see her. She’d moved on to places unknown. We reached the bar’s countertop, my spirit deflated.
“Evening Tammy. What’ll it be?”
“Two Bound on the Beaches please George.”
While the bartender was rattling a cocktail mixer in front of us, I turned my head towards Tammy, waiting for the obvious problem to occur to her.
“Uhhmm... Mhh ghhg?”
“Your what? Ohhh I see! Can’t drink while gagged. You have a point there. Okay okay, if I take it out, do you promise to be on your best behaviour?”
“Mh-hm! Mh-hm!”
I nodded and mumbled a hurried agreement. I very much wanted my mouth unstuffed.
“Alright then. Let me just... there.”
Even after the strap was unbuckled, Tammy had to pull on the front for the big red ball to pop out. She reclosed the strap, letting the wet ball rest against my chest like a necklace, fully coated in my drool. It was an ominous reminder of my vulnerability, a threat that held me back from immediately unleashing an angry outburst.
“Tammy. Why didn’t you listen? I was trying to tell you tha—ack!”
A cocktail glass was shoved towards my face, a straw poking at my lips.
“Come on, try this. It’s really good!”
“....”
I begrudgingly opened my mouth and allowed the straw in. glug... glug... I had to admit, it was actually really good. I indulged in a few slurps, while Tammy held the glass up for me, looking pleased with herself.
“Ahhh. Tammy. Did you not see Dana? She was sitting right where you are just a minute ago.”
“Oh, really?”
Tammy did look genuinely surprised. She turned to the bartender.
“That true George?”
“Yep. I think she headed off towards the private rooms just before you two came over.”
“Oh. Well I’m sure she’ll be back soon. Why don't we hang around here a while and--”
“Tammy no! Find her now!”
“... Careful with that tone missy. You want to lose speaking privileges again?”
“N-no I just mean... Please Tammy? Pretty please?”
“Aww how can I deny such a polite request~? Alright I’ll go find Dana. You wait here. And to make sure you do...”
“Why can’t I come? Tammy? Hey!”
Tammy hunkered down and wrapped the end of the leash around the horizontal footrest bar below the countertop. She knotted it off tightly and stood up. She moved as if to leave, then hesitated. She turned back, grabbed my face, and gave me a slow tender kiss.
“Mmmh... mmahh~. Ok, see you soon!”
She ruffled my hair, then left for real.
“Tammy wait! Don’t leave me...”
I stood up off the stool, but the tied-off leash didn't have enough slack for me to stand fully upright. I tried to pull away and follow Tammy, but the leash held fast. I was left behind, like a dog stuck waiting outside a shop for its owner to return.
I could almost feel the eyes on me. All staring at my cuffed hands, my collared and leashed neck, the ballgag necklace, my ridden-up black dress covering half of what it should, my ass and panties sticking out from my bent posture.
For the first time in a while I wondered where Hayley was, and whether she was somewhere out there looking for me.
♫ Your touch, it’s too much, I can’t help but blush ♫
♫ I just don’t know if I can handle the rush ♫
With every passing bar of the music, the looming presence of the lounge patrons advanced one step closer, closing in on me.