Warning: This story features bondage and non-consensual sexual content.
Background: A naive girl at a nightclub has been left handcuffed and leashed in a kinky private lounge.
This is a continuation of the story from Club VIP (1 of 2)
Note: This is a slightly censored version of the story. See the description at the bottom for more details.
♫ bm-bada-bm-bap—bm-bada-bm-bap— ♫
The rhythmic beat rising from the main floor of the nightclub below seemed to be mocking me, providing a backing track to my fretful squirming.
I was so self-conscious about every movement I made. I tried to lift my handcuffed hands up to grab at the bottom edge of my black dress, which had shifted up to my waist. I tried to squat down and reach for the end of my leash, tied off beneath the bar’s countertop.
I could practically hear the excited intakes of air from the observing VIP club members, as my ineffective fumbling and twisting showed off my uncovered curves.
“Hey there. Need some help?”
A young man and woman had approached me from behind. They were wearing matching his-and-hers outfits comprised of black leather and bright green latex. Even that was far from the most outlandish attire on display in this kink-obsessed private lounge.
“Eh? Oh yes. I do actually. Could you please...?”
“No problem.”
“Thank you so much. Huh...? AH!”
The man grabbed me by the waist, lifted me up and plonked me down onto a barstool. They each took a seat on either side of me. The man rested his hand against my back, as if to keep me steady. The woman’s hand settled much lower, low enough that her little finger reached out and toyed with the hem of my panties.
“There you go. Sitting nice and comfortably now.”
“That’s not exactly the help I was asking for...”
“You sure? Look, you haven’t even finished your drink. Let me help~”
“No, look, I really have to-- plffthff!”
The woman raised the cocktail glass to my mouth, barely giving me a chance to open my mouth before tilting it high. The entire drink instantly spilled all over me, drenching my chin and chest. The soaked dress clung even tighter to my body.
“Oh no! What a mess. I’m so sorry honey, that was all my fault. Here let me take care of that...”
Rather than looking for a cloth or tissues, she scooted her stool closer and leaned down.
“What are you... Haahhh!!”
Her head dipped as she closed the gap between us. She pressed her lips against my neck, suckling on the sticky moisture coating me. She went lower, running her tongue down between my breasts, licking and kissing me all over.
“Don’t... oohh~... mmmhh...”
While the woman’s head explored my chest, ‘cleaning’ me up and melting my mind at the same time, the man engaged in casual conversation as if that was the most normal thing in the world.
“Have you known Dana and Tammy long?”
“I actuaahahh~... h-hey that tickles! Ahem. I actually just met them tonight.”
“My, is that so? Interesting...”
I did wonder where exactly the lesbian couple were. Dana had the key to my handcuffs and Tammy said she’d go find her. They’d been gone a while.
♫ Cold and lonely, won’t you hold me tight ♫
♫ Wrap me up in your arms, make me feel alright ♫
“Interesting choice of accessory. Is that a new trend~?”
“H-huh?”
He pointed at the ballgag hanging around my neck.
“Oh, that. S-sorry that it's out of my mouth. That's ok right? I don't want to cause any trouble by breaking the non-member rule.”
“Rule? What do you mean?”
“You know... the rule that guests in the VIP lounge need to be gagged at all times?”
“Uhhh, there's no rule like that.”
“... WHAT?!”
A few nearby people chuckled. We apparently had some eavesdroppers.
“Tammy said I had to be gagged to be up here!”
“Aww don’t pout. To be fair, you did look really cute gagged~”
The woman sat upright, finally finished with soaking up the mess with her lips.
“I mean if it's what she really wants, we can just put it back in.”
“No no no that’s not what I meant. I’d really prefer t-... No, don’t! DonMMMPH!!!”
She grabbed the cocktail-drenched ballgag and shoved it into my mouth. The man buckled the strap behind my head, much tighter than Tammy had. Everyone except me found it terribly amusing. More people were inching closer, enjoying the spectacle and joining the discussion.
“Careful! She’s squirming a lot. Don’t want her to fall off her seat.”
“I have a load of ropes and straps with me. Maybe I could...”
“Ooh yes do it! I’ll help hold her still.”
“Mmmh? MMPH!”
In short order my legs were thoroughly bound in ropes, to each other and to the barstool.
“Such a lovely figure.”
“She looks pretty flexible. Do you think she can touch elbows?”
“I mean, why not found out?”
“Nngh! Come on... Just need to push them a little more... Yes she can touch ‘em!”
“MMMPH!!”
“Hold them still a moment. Let's add a little rope here~”
“Oh ya gotta tie them together much tighter than that if you don’t want it coming loose. Here, like... this!”
“MMMGHH!”
“I'm amazed her tits haven’t fallen out of that skimpy dress yet.”
“I have just the solution if they do~”
“Mmmphhh...”
Tammy where are you? Why did you leave me at the mercy of these perverted strangers? What are they going to do to me next? Why couldn’t they at least buy me a drink first!
Dana emerged from the antechamber into the lounge. She was draped in a thick purple robe, an exhilarated smile playing at the corner of her lips. At first she wondered why the lounge seemed so empty. Then she spotted why.
The members had congregated in a small crowd around one end of the bar. Dana pushed her way to the epicentre to find me, bound and gagged much more heavily than how I'd been left. She shooed the bargoers off before they could indulge themselves further.
“Away, away! You lot are such vultures.”
My arms were thoroughly entwined in ropes and straps, lashed against my body and connected to a cruelly tight crotchrope. My breasts had finally burst free through the dress’ front opening, but the ‘considerate’ bartender saved me further embarrassment by slapping a large sticker over each nipple, both adorned with the stylised ‘Velvet Cord’ club logo. Not that I was aware, thanks to a blindfold obscuring my vision.
“You really do get yourself into trouble a lot huh Nina? Alright, let’s get you out of here.”
Dana removed the straps lashing me to the stool and unwound the leash attached to the bar, eliciting groans and boos from the crowd. She helped me to my feet, since my legs were still tightly bound together. I started turning so she could unbind my roped arms, only for the leash to tug me forward instead.
“Mmmgh?!”
I was still bound hand and foot, blindfolded, and barely covered, but that was apparently good enough for Dana. She walked off, pulling on the leash and forcing me to hop after her. It would only haven taken a minute to untie my lower legs, saving me from the indignity of hopping in front of everyone. The ballgag kept me from even being able to ask.
As I bounced by the disappointed crowd, they gave me their farewells, promises and hopes of further play if given the chance, and several hearty spanks upon my passing rear end.
“Dana, give my compliments to Tammy for wrangling such a sexy rope bunny~!”
SMACK!
“Mmmph!”
Laughs rang out behind us.
Jumping forward blindly was unnerving. I was entirely reliant on the direction of the leash pull, trusting Dana to guide me around any obstacles. Without sight, without free arms for balance, and with high heels, it took every ounce of my concentration to keep from falling. The crotchrope digging up into me with every bounce made that concentration so much more difficult. The music volume dropped.
“We’re heading downstairs now. I don’t like the idea of you hopping down steps like this so... huuup!”
“MPH?!”
Dana bent to wrap her arms around my waist, then slung me over her shoulder as she stood up. I couldn’t even hop now. I was cargo. Dana gave my ass a reassuring pat.
She took slow careful steps, keeping a tight grip on the flesh of my thigh. On reaching the bottom I heard the bouncer chuckle at the sight of my bottom. Dana didn’t set me down, preferring to keep me in her arms.
Were we about to walk out onto the main floor? With me like this? I was deliberating the risk/reward of struggling while over 5 feet off the floor, when I heard a door close and the music deafen further. We’d entered a new room.
“Just going to set you down here Nina... That's it. Careful now...”
Dana helped me down until I was kneeling. The flooring was made of some sort of tough rubber, solid but comfortable. She bent me forward until my upper body rested down onto a padded surface. She started untying the many restraints encompassing my arms. Finally! I uttered a deep sigh of relief when the tight elbow-tie in particular was undone.
Eventually the handcuffs were the only thing left still restraining my arms. That small but dreadful item that got me into all this trouble. click. They were off! I reached up at once to get the big awful ballgag out of my mouth.
“Hey hold on! Relax, I’ve got it.”
Dana held my wrists and gently led them down. I supposed it was sweet she wanted to untie everything herself, but I’d rather have helped so I could be freed sooner-
fwhp!
Something new closed around my wrist. What?!
I pulled my arm back but a strap around my wrist held it down. Before I could use my free arm to remove it, Dana shoved that down too and affixed another tight strap around it.
“DHHNH!! Lhhh mh awh!”
She unstrapped my blindfold and removed it. Her expression was apologetic but resolute. She tidied up my hair in an effort to ignore my death glare, then sighed.
“I suppose I owe you an explanation.”
She sat onto the piece of furniture that I was kneeling against and strapped to. It was a large ottoman with metal rings attached all around the sides. The straps enclosing my wrists had short chains securing them to two of those rings.
The surrounding space was a cozy private room, with seating and small tables around the walls, all facing in on the ottoman in the centre. There were more rings and connection points embedded into the walls, and a lowerable apparatus of metal bars high above us for suspensions. There was an open closet filled with equipment, much like the one Tammy used when she first brought me upstairs. This was a room well kitted out for kinky shenanigans.
“As I’m sure you’ve deduced, VIP Lounge B is essentially a BDSM club. This entire club used to be a kink club in fact, before it was sold and refurbished last year. The old club members were given free VIP memberships and a private lounge to themselves as part of the sale. One of the original co-founders, the Matron, is still around. She’d love to meet you by the way!”
“Hmph!”
“Tammy and I have been members for a while. The thing is, we’ve been having... relationship troubles lately. I was a switch before I met her, while she’s always been a complete sub. Don't get me wrong, I love being a domme for her! But I started to miss being the one to give up control every once in a while, you know?”
As I drooled on the ottoman’s padded surface, I really wished Dana would ungag me. She obviously wasn’t looking for my feedback or opinions. She just wanted to get things off her chest.
“When I told Tammy about these feelings, things got messy. She wanted to make me happy, but whenever she tried domming, she’d really quickly lose confidence and just sort of fall apart. It always ended up with me consoling her and nothing happening. Even when we went back to our usual dynamic, she couldn’t get in the mood anymore because she felt so guilty about not fulfilling my needs. She's so sweet it’s almost heartbreaking.”
She was staring off in the distance, leaning against me, almost on me.
“We talked about it of course. Tried a few things. Tammy got jealous at the idea of someone else domming me, and I didn’t want that anyway. I wanted her. We tried inviting a club friend along as a third, a sub for her to practice on. It had the same problem as before though. She worried about failing to meet their expectations and spiralled into self-doubt. Everyone here is too experienced. We needed someone else. An outsider. Then tonight, we finally found that someone, when we found you~”
“Mh?”
She giggled.
“Yes you Nina~. Since the moment I saw you squirming outside with your ass out, I’ve been watching, and I could tell. You're hopelessly submissive and you don’t even know it. When you were wandering around the club like a lost little lamb, I swear...”
She bit her lip.
“Mmh! I just wanted to tackle you to the floor, hogtie you and stuff a big ballgag in your mouth! I could have easily done it too~”
She grabbed my chin and tilted my head to look up at her.
“Training wheels. That’s what you are. A closeted sub with no experience, no expectations, no pressure. Someone Tammy could use to experiment with and explore her dominant side. A marital aid. A toy to spice up our sex life.”
"Mmmh?”
“And let me tell you, it worked! When Tammy found me after she left you at the bar..." Dana shivered. “The dirty things she said. I’ve never seen her so commanding and teasing like that. You’ve no idea how much of a turn-on it was! We’ve booked the room next to this one, and we’re going to have some real fun soon. I'm so excited! Want a sneak peek?”
Dana untied the cord around her waist and opened her robe. Instead of her tomboyish clothes from before, she wore some very-revealing very-feminine delicate red lingerie. Even with the big confessional outpouring, her appearance now was the most surprising revelation yet. She blushed then closed back up.
“These rooms are going to be seeing some action tonight! Oh yeah, that reminds me... Soooo in the spirit of full transparency, I have something else to confess. You know that blonde friend you came in with?”
Hayley?
“We obviously needed to get you on your own earlier. So I had someone who owes me a favour, uhh... distract her for a while.”
“WHH!?”
“Oh don’t worry! She’s in good hands. She’s probably having the time of her life. Probably. Maybe. It depends. Like, how good is her gag reflex? Is she claustrophobic? Can she handle being upside-down? Too late to worry about all that now I guess.”
I felt guilty for worrying only about myself all this time. I kept hoping Hayley would appear out of the blue and save me. Now I feared that wherever she was, she was hoping I’d do the same thing for her.
“Speaking of keeping people out of the way... you should get comfortable as you are. I'd originally planned on letting you go by now, honest! But you’ve made such a splash out there. Tammy’s riding the high of everyone seeing her as a badass dominatrix who recruited a gorgeous new sub for the whole club. I really really need her to hold onto that energy right now. Can’t have you out there saying you weren’t entirely on board and spoiling things.”
She quickly rebuckled one of the wrist straps even tighter, removing the modicum of looseness it had.
“Mmghh! Mmmmhh!!”
“You know, all teasing aside, I am genuinely sorry about your breakup and all that messiness you went through. But I hope you take some comfort in knowing that you may have saved my relationship. So thank you Nina~”
She leaned down and kissed my forehead tenderly.
“As a show of appreciation, I've specifically booked Room F for you here. Affectionately known as the ‘Free-Use’ room. No, that name isn’t referring to the cost. It’s referring to the occupant~”
My eyes widened. Was she serious? Her idea of thanks was leaving me tied up to be ‘used’?
“Mmgh? MMMGHGH!”
I shook angrily, rattling the straps and kicking my bound legs.
“Hey hey, don’t worry, it won't be so bad. Did Tammy explain the medallions? It’s a neat system. They’re quick visual indicators of your preferences and limits, with insertable tokens for specific activities. The pink one you’re wearing now permits light bondage and stimulation provided your owner gives permission. Tammy’s actually out there right now, telling some select trusted friends about you in here. You can expect them soon to give you a real club welcome!”
“Whhhh?!”
That reassured me very little. Dana didn’t share my concern, as she stood up off the ottoman with a little bounce, visibly excited.
“I can’t wait any longer. Don’t be surprised if you hear me moaning through the wall. Maybe I’ll hear some moaning from you too, if you’re loud enough! Oh I nearly forgot, you've had that gag in a long time haven’t you? Tammy must have been feeling mean to give you such a big one. Let me give you a break from it.”
She reached behind my head and took off the ballgag.
“Gaahhh! Thank god. That thing was killing me. Look Dana, I appreciate this whole gesture, I do. But you really don’t need to leave me in here like this. I can just sit here quietly instead, untied. Please? I promise I won’t go out there and say anythmMMMPH?!”
I saw the briefest flash of two colours in Dana’s hand before two objects were shoved between my lips. They were soft and filled out most of my mouth.
“Mmmggghhh!!”
Before I could spit them out, Dana lowered a panel gag around my head. She strapped it on securely, sealing inside my mouth the two pairs of panties that she and her girlfriend had been wearing all night long. It was more comfortable than an oversized ballgag, sure, but their pungent flavours made that hard to appreciate.
“Nahh you need to have some fun. Like us. Can you taste the fun we’ve been having~? Me from the excitement of what's about to happen next door, Tammy from all that playing with you... and your body... Goddamn you’re so cute like this~”
She crouched down, held my face in her hands, and peppered my face and gag with smooches.
“Mwah! Have fun with everyone. I know they’re going to love you just as much as we did~”
With that fond farewell, Dana stood and exited the room, leaving the door resting against the frame.
For the third time this night, I found myself alone. But this time I knew it wouldn’t be for long. Someone would be coming, soon. I had no idea who, or when, or what exactly they’d do. It was an unsettling thought.
I felt around the leather cuffs with my fingers, hoping against hope that I could find a way out. Five stressful minutes passed, and the best I’d managed was barely grazing a finger against the buckle.
“Well hello there. Aww are you trying to get out? And end our play before it’s even started~?”
“Mmph?”
Two people stepped inside the room. The man and woman in green latex who sat with me at the bar earlier.
“Hey honey, could you go get the VondTec vibrator? I think Tyr still has it.”
“Oh great idea. Back in a jiff!”
While he went on a fetch quest, she clambered up onto the ottoman. She laid down on top of me, resting on my back. She laced an arm around my neck and nibbled lightly on my ear.
“Mmmhm, this is going to be so much fun~”
I wasn’t so sure, but I couldn’t do anything about it. My reward for saving a relationship was happening whether I liked it or not.
“Ngggaaaahhhhhghhhh!!!~~~~”
“Heheh. Did that feel good? From the sounds of that moan, I think it did~”
The young woman sitting behind me in a purple full-body catsuit purred in my ear. She switched off the incredibly powerful vibrator and set it aside. She hugged me tightly from behind, playing with my boobs and nuzzling my neck. I leaned back against her, panting through a large ring gag in post-orgasmic bliss. That was my fourth climax in as many visitors.
“Mwwah! You’ve been a delight you sexy little toy~. Relax a bit now. Catch your breath before the next person gets here.”
My legs had been untied two visitors ago, but for this round they were re-restrained with cuffs to the ottoman side-rings. My wrists were rope-bound in front of me, but my fourth playmate apparently wanted to rearrange that before she departed. She pushed me down until I laid flat on the ottoman, untied my wrists, then cuffed them to the side rings as well.
“Ciao sweetie~”
Trying to resist the club members never went well, so I’d become mostly compliant. Especially after the vibrators so effectively wore me down. Even during gag changes when I had a brief opportunity to talk, my attempted protests were always quickly interrupted and muted.
As I laid my head down to rest on the soft surface, I had to admit, this reward wasn’t so bad. I was having fun, even if it wasn’t the particular fun I’d signed up for.
After a few minutes of half-dozing, this moment of serene calm was interrupted.
“Oh. My. God. I can’t believe it. What’s up bitch?”
That voice. It chilled my veins. It was the last voice in the world I wanted to hear. I craned my head upwards to see the new girl in the room. A tight strapless top, a short skirt, short dark-red hair in a bun, and a menacing smile.
It was her. My friend-turned-nemesis. Trixie.
The girl who stole my ex-boyfriend from me. The girl I suspected he cheated on me with. The girl who blamed me for the drama and backlash against her, who had nothing but hatred for me now. Her words were filled with venom.
“Fancy meeting you here Nina. Didn’t think this was your thing. You’re awfully helpless right now aren’t you? I could do pretty much anything I want to you. Like giving you some much deserved comeuppance for trying to ruin my life! I’m going to make the most of this.”
“H... heehhh! HEEEEHHHH! SUHMWUH HEEHH MEEHH!!”
“Shhhh, you need to shut up!”
Trixie hastily scooped something off the floor by her feet: three pairs of panties. Dana’s and Tammy’s still-soggy ones from earlier, and my own to join them. My dripping wet pair entered the ring gag first, saturated with the combined product of my first three orgasms. The other two pairs followed, the whole damp bundle shoved deep inside my gaping mouth.
This was a waking nightmare. Could Dana and Tammy hear me from the next room? Would they be able to distinguish a call for help from a scream of pleasure? I had to try.
“hhhhhmmmm-kkhh-kkhh!!”
I tried shouting through the dense stuffing, but was thwarted as its overwhelming size and taste made me gag. Trixie snickered, and gave my bare ass a fierce SMACK as she walked past me over to the supply closet out of my view.
“Mggh!!”
“Let’s see what we have in here. So many devious toys to torture you with. Hm I like the look of this thing. That could be fun... Ohohoh now this is something you badly need.”
Fear crawled over my skin. I bucked and wrenched against the cuffs but I knew from prior experimentation that I wasn’t getting out. This wasn’t right. This place had rules. This wasn’t supposed to be allowed to happen.
Trixie trailed her finger along my spine as she returned, making me jerk away. She stepped into view and I saw that she’d removed her skirt. In its place, strapped around her waist, was a black strapon with a girthy 8-inch dildo sticking out towards me. She shook her hips, slapping the tip roughly against my face.
“What do you think? Big enough to satisfy even a slut like you?”
“Fghh yhhh!!”
“Tsk. Still making too much noise from that whore mouth. It needs some more stuffing then.”
She lowered her hand, holding a fourth pair of panties. Her own. She shoved it through the ring gag, pushing hard until the others compressed enough to accommodate it.
“Ggglghh!”
“Come on cock sucker. Do what you were born to do.”
She lined up the strapon directly in front of my mouth. Was she serious? My mouth was already stuffed to the brim. She didn’t care. She grabbed my ponytail to hold my head still and thrust forward.
“MMNGPHH!”
She couldn't get the dildo very far in. But she did force the bundle of wet panties to cram together and slide towards the back of my mouth. Their cocktail of juices squeezed out and squirted down my throat.
Trixie kept the dildo there until my face went red and I spluttered. She pulled back just long enough to let me catch my breath, then reinserted it the few inches she could manage. Then again, and again, and again.
“Yeah you like that? Unh, take it! Suck my big dick!”
“Nngh! Gghkh! Mmlkkh!”
She continued assaulting my mouth for over a minute. To me it felt like eternity. When she finally pulled all the way out, I was grunting heavily.
“Nick’s here as well you know. Want to suck your ex’s cock too? For old times’ sake.”
“Mmh?”
“Hah! As if. You’re never getting another chance with him. I’m a better girlfriend than you could ever be. You rejected his interest in bondage, whereas I’m so open-minded that I actually brought him to a BDSM club. Aren’t I the best?”
“HHMGH!”
“Glad you agree. About time someone treated him right.”
I couldn’t do anything to resist as she sat on top of my back and examined my collar.
“Ahh. Beneath me is where you really belong, don’t you think Nina? Hmm. The pink medallion is sort of an intermediate level if I remember right. You’re not intermediate are you? You’re a bona fide expert level slut. You need something more appropriate.”
I twisted to look behind me, catching a glimpse of Trixie extracting a hairpin from her bun. She pushed my head down, and fiddled about with the medallion attached to my collar.
“Mmhhhh...?”
click!
“And it’s off! I’m guess these medallions are locked on so no-one tampers with them? Should I not have lockpicked it off? Oops! Oh well, who cares. I’ve got a much better one for you here~”
“W... whhh?”
The pink medallion and a bent hairpin dropped in front of my face, both clattering to the floor. Trixie’s hand appeared for a second, just long enough for me to see it holding a different medallion. A red one.
“Mmh? Mmmmphh!!”
click!
“There, that’s locked on. Now that you're a red sub, everyone’s allowed to play with you! I put some better options on it too. You’re surely tired of orgasms, so no more of those. Only lots and lots of edging instead. You’re all-access now too~. You like it rough and strictly non-con obviously. The only thing that will make them stop is the safeword written on the medallion. You got a good look at it right?”
She knew full that well I didn’t see the safeword in the millisecond it was visible. With the medallion locked onto the collar buckle at the back of my neck, I had no way of learning it. But everyone else would naturally assume I already knew it.
Trixie clambered off me, giving my ass a good grope and smack as she did.
“Mmmph!”
“Time for me to bounce. Nick’s probably wondering where I am. I’ll give the rest of the club a chance to enjoy this fat ass~”
She dressed back up, minus her panties which I was still sucking on.
“I wanted to grab something from the supply closet as a memento of our delightful run-in. So I'm taking all the keys for all the padlocks. I hope no-one locks anything too unpleasant onto you.”
“Whph?!!”
“Calm down calm down, I’m just kidding. Oh no no, I’m not kidding about taking the keys. I mean that I don’t give a damn what you get stuck in. I hope it’s something awful.”
She grabbed my head and stared into my eyes, drinking in my helplessness, reminding me how at her mercy I was.
“I’m going to spread the word about the no-limits free-use skank ready and waiting in this room. You’re in for a long difficult night Nina. I want you to remember this next time you even think about crossing me. Karma’s a bitch, bitch.”
She released my head with a rough push, and walked out of the private room, making sure to leave the door fully open. Panic prickled over my skin. She'd left me like bait dangling on a hook, waiting for ravenous carnivores to come to feast upon.
I fumbled against my restraints, on the edge of panic. I knew escaping entirely was a pipe dream, but I had to do something. I had to. Maybe undoing the gag somehow, or shifting around the unfortunately tight collar to glimpse the medallion’s safeword, or…
“Well well well. Look who decided to take a walk on the wild side.”
I felt a swell of elation on hearing another familiar voice. In the doorway was Tyranna, the scary green-haired dominatrix from upstairs. Tammy’s friend. She could help me!
“Hold up, you have a red medallion? Lemme see what’s on it... Wow! I didn't see this coming. Your first day here and you asked for all this? You’re a brave one. Were you secretly hoping I'd follow through on what I promised you earlier? I bet you were you naughty girl~”
“Nnh! Nnh nnnh!”
I shook my head rapidly, whimpering a desperate denial. Tyranna only grinned back. She thought I was resisting in-character.
“Begging won’t do you any good, sugar. There's not a chance in hell I’m letting you out of this. In fact, you need to be tied up much much tighter.”
She gathered some items from the supply closet, while I flailed and yowled like a maniac. It only seemed to encourage her further, making her hurry back. The first thing she laid out was a strap-harness that she began fitting onto me around my torso and shoulders.
“It’s a pity I won't have the whole night to work on you. News is spreading fast out there. The other club doms would probably hogtie me and toss me out into the street if I didn’t let them have their turn. And I’m not even exaggerating!”
She uncuffed one of my arms from the ottoman ring. I immediately swung it wildly, trying to drive Tyranna back and create an opportunity free myself. She grabbed and reined it in, easily outpowering me. She twisted my arm up and fed it into a belt loop waiting at the back of the harness.
“Ngh! I’ll just have to make the most of the time we have. You'd be surprised how much I can push and tease you in even a short time. It’ll be like nothing you’ve ever experienced before, sugar. You might soon regret asking for denial and not relief~”
She untied my other arm and forced it into another loop. Several more belts were strapped on, pinning in my arms in place, straining them uncomfortably. It was achingly tight.
“My you’re a flexible one aren’t you? I’m good to make good use of that~. Let's get you properly locked in."
I heard jingling. She was using locks? She hadn’t noticed that the keys were missing?! I'd be stuck like this! There’d be no telling when I might be released. I had to stop her!
“WHHH! NNHH! DHHNN!!”
click!
“Hhhhghh.... hhhh....”
I swung lightly in the air. I’d long lost count of the number of visitors, and the number of hours, that had come and gone.
My arms ached from their awkward strap-bound position. My legs were frogtied in belts. My waist sported a metal chastity belt, with faint buzzing audible from beneath it. My mouth was stuffed with a girthy penis gag, one that put the ballgag I was previously gagged with to shame. My vision was blocked by both a blindfold and a leather hood.
Nearly every item on me had a small padlock attached making it unremovable. The slim silver lining of Trixie’s cruel theft of the keys was that as my parts became locked out of reach, the more lecherous crowd gradually thinned out. Not before many of them took full advantage though.
I was now suspended horizontally in the air in a hogtie position, fastened by a copious amount of ropes to the lowered metal frame hanging from the ceiling. I was so drained of energy that I likely would have passed out if not for the invasive gag that kept forcing me to snap back into focus.
“Get the... from...”
Noises? Voices? There was someone new near me. I tried to listen as closely as I could through the sound-muffling hood.
“... can’t find any... gone...”
I counted three distinct voices. Two women and a man. An older woman seemed to be directing the other two.
shnk-shnk-shnk...
The suspension rig lowered, letting me rest back onto the ottoman. Someone started untying the ropes.
“Here. Use... master keys...”
They were releasing me? There was someone in this club not mindlessly dominant and horny? The hood was pulled off, though I still couldn’t see through the blindfold or talk through the gag. The older woman spoke.
“You’ve created quite an impression young lady. All anyone’s talking about is the gorgeous new sub in Room F. Multiple doms have asked me if you’re available for full-time ownership. It’s not often someone new causes this much excitement.”
She turned my head gently, examining me while her two underlings worked on unbinding me piece by piece. They thankfully seemed to have keys of their own for all the locks.
“You can call me Matron. Pleasure to meet you. I hope you didn’t bite off more than you could chew with such an extreme red medallion. It was quite daring. I think you ought to take a break from this room. Would you like to come with me?”
“Mmh! Mmm-hmm!”
I nodded and mumbled agreement eagerly. A break sounded heavenly. My whole lower half felt like jelly. I almost fell over as I was helped onto my feet. The two helpers had to catch me and hold me up.
The chastity belt trapped two inserted vibrators inside me running at an agonising low intensity. As the straps around my arms loosened, I wondered how bad would it look if I immediately sought out the vibrator remotes and turned them up to full. I’d endured so much teasing for so long that I was truly desperate for it to end. My positive first impression on the Matron might be soured by such a degenerate display.
As it turned out, I wasn’t given the opportunity. My legs and arms were unbound and the chastity belt removed, but the blindfold, gag and vibrators were still in place when Matron spoke.
“That’s good enough for the moment. The rest can be sorted when we’re there. Dress her up before we head out would you?”
“Mmmh?”
“We’ll need to step out onto the main floor darling, so you’ll want some coverage. You can borrow my cloak as well.”
I felt the female assistant slip something around me. It was a single item of clothing that covered my intimate parts, but felt scanty otherwise. Did they not notice my black dress hanging up nearby, or had it maybe gone missing? She guided my feet into heels, while the man arranged a facemask over the gag.
A large cloak was draped over my head, covering me down past the knees. The pair grabbed my shoulders and nudged me to walk forward. As much as I’d have preferred to be fully rid of bondage gear, fully dressed, and not marched through a public space, I had no energy to protest or resist. I'd accept whatever mercy I was offered.
“See you soon darling.”
We strolled outside of the room and along a corridor. I relied on the flanking pair for direction. At least they weren’t rushing me, as I walked slowly on shaky legs.
♫ Dance for me, I need to see your body shake and mooove ♫
♫ Fancy-free, just swing it side to side now real smoooth ♫
The music startled me when it leapt in volume to a surrounding clamour. I heard so many overlapping voices all around us. We were much closer to club’s crowd than I was expecting. I clutched the cloak closer.
That wasn’t nearly as surprising however as when the male assistant grabbed my waist without warning and heaved me up onto a higher level. What was this? Where were we going exactly?
The pair joined me on the elevated surface. They performed a few actions in quick succession before I could process what was happening. The cloak was lifted, now only covering down to my waist. My arms were pulled straight upwards, and padded cuffs closed onto my wrists, trapping them together high above me. My ankles were dragged together and enclosed in similar cuffs bolted into the ground. Everything had very little slack, keeping my body stretched taut.
The female assistant spoke into my ear. “The Matron was quite impressed. She’s offered you a VIP membership. Consider this your initiation. Welcome to the club~”
She checked my cuffs were tight while the man unlocked and unstrapped my blindfold. The two of them climbed down from the platform, and as they did, pulled the cloak off me and down with them.
“Mmmgkhh...?”
I flinched in horror. A sea of people, completely surrounding me. Second by second I watched heads turning, awareness spreading out in a ripple. A hundred faces, all staring my way. At me, in only a skimpy outfit, facemask, heels and cuffs.
I was standing atop a small circular platform in the middle of the dancefloor, one of many upon which dancers in alluring outfits cavorted around distinctly-shaped poles. My particular platform had two curved poles forming the outline of a huge heart around me. The V portion was coloured red and the top portion was purple, mimicking the ‘V’ in the club’s “Velvet Cord” logo. My hands were stretched vertically up and bound to the point where the heart’s curves dipped and met in the middle.
I looked down to finally properly see what I was wearing: a pink and purple tight-fitting spandex dancer-outfit, with shockingly little coverage. It too formed a V-shape, running from my crotch upwards, splitting out into two thin diagonal strips. Each strip covered a narrow portion of my breasts, passed over my shoulders, and stretched back down my back, meeting again between my buttcheeks. It rather poorly covered the base of the vibrating buttplug poking against the back.
“Mmmph? Mmmmgh!!”
I spluttered on the penis gag still locked in my mouth, hidden beneath the club-theme-coloured facemask. The horrendous size and length of the gag combined with the loud music guaranteed that even spectators standing right beside the platform couldn’t hear me cry for help.
I struggled like a madwoman. With my arms and legs each held together and stretched to nearly their limit, the only real freedom of movement I had was the midsection of my body. I swayed and gyrated, almost creating the impression I was giving a bondage dance performance. My butt and boobs jiggled and bounced with every tiny motion.
The DJ’s amplified voice cut loud through the backing track.
“Please give a warm welcome to our very special guest dancer, the damsel in distress of your dreams, Nina!”
The platform shuddered, then started rotating. It turned erratically rather than smoothly, with sudden short slowdowns and accelerations ensuring I was constantly shaken about for the enjoyment of the crowd.
Everyone roared in elation as the announcement was followed by a transition into a new song.
♫ You got me tied up tight, all bound and gagged ♫
♫ A villain with his damsel, so good at being bad ♫
The crowd packed close around my platform, soaking in the sight of the new ‘dancer’ while they jammed out. I kept struggling and turning, all angles on display.
A rowdy clubber climbed up onto my platform. He drunkenly thrusted his hips behind me, miming a raunchy act at my expense, to raucous approving cheers from the crowd. He’d progressed to actually bumping his pelvis against my ass and groping my chest by the time the bouncers finally reached the platform and dragged him down off it.
My heart was thumping in my chest. It concerned me greatly how many others were staring in contemplation, as if wondering whether it would be worth getting kicked out for their own moment of indulgence with me. I wouldn’t be able to stop a single one of them.
A waving arm caught my eye, its owner shoving her way forward through the dense crowd. A blue dress.
Hayley? Hayley!!! My friend was back! She was okay!
Her hair was a little frazzled and her dress was scuffed. There were suspicious faded lines on her skin, especially at the sides of her mouth. I could only imagine what perversions she'd had to endure.
I was so overwhelmed I almost felt like crying. We’d lost each other on the dancefloor, and after being separated all this time, we’d reunited on it again. She shouted at the top of her lungs over the music.
“NINA! I WAS SO WORRIED. BUT LOOK AT YOU! THIS IS WHAT I CALL A FUN NEW EXPERIENCE. SO PROUD OF YOUUU! WOOOO!!”
I almost choked on my gag. She thought I volunteered for this?
Hayley had to save me. She just had to. I’d been tied up, gagged, used and humiliated to no end all night long. I didn’t have any dignity left to hold onto.
“HHMMGGHHHH!!”
I thrashed and shouted as hard as I could. Lots of eyes locked onto me as my boobs threatened to fly out of the outfit. The strained fabric tugged against the two vibrators, jostling them inside me. Their constant teasing became unbearable, pushing me to new heights of frustration as I made a final bid for rescue.
♫ I don’t need a hero, to pull us apart ♫
♫ You captured my body, but stole my heart ♫
I lost all composure. The buzzing inside me swelled. It was all I could feel. I stiffened and gripped the cuffs in helpless anticipation. I suckled hard on the huge silicone dick as it tickled my throat.
The platform jerked in quick rotation, shaking me out of the reverie. The rising pleasure abated. The moment passed. I was left tired and sweaty and unsatisfied.
It was all for naught. Hayley was not among the staring faces. She’d caught some boy’s attention and they were intimately dancing face-to-face, off in the distance. The platform kept turning, and I lost sight of her.
Instead I saw countless clubbers openly ogling me. I saw the Matron's assistants depart through a door, cloak in hand. I saw Trixie sniggering at me from afar, and my ex-boyfriend beside her in complete shock. I saw the upstairs private lounge members all lined along the balcony, all staring down at me.
And by some trick of the flashing strobe lights, some figment of my imagination, some denial-induced hallucination, I thought I saw a redhead and a goth intensely making out with a handcuffed blonde in a little black dress in a darkened corner.
“Folks I’m told the lovely damsel will be available later for visitors in the infamous Room F. If you know, you know. Let’s have one more cheer for our VIP!”
“WOOOOOOO!!!”
“MMPHH!!!”
♫ Tie me up, rope me down, never let me go ♫
♫ Baby I’ll be your damsel ♫