Nikta could barely contain her excitement as she got dressed in front of the mirror. Tonight was the dungeon crawl event she did with two of her best friends once a year and it was all she could think about during the week. Friday just couldn’t come fast enough, and now the time was finally here. The dungeon crawl was similar to bar crawling on a night out, except instead of going to bars, they had several sessions booked at dungeons across the city one after the other. Having laid out her outfit on the bed this morning, the 24 year old stripped and began dressing in the sexy black bra and panties first. It was followed by stockings, a little black dress that she adored that came down to mid thigh, and a pair of knee high black leather boots. She opted for no heel to be more on the submissive side for tonight. Checking her makeup in the mirror and grabbing the essentials, she left to head to the first dungeon that would be the starting point for the group.

Arriving near the entrance, Nikta found out she was the last to arrive. Already waiting was Valerie, the asian girl looking stunning in a red halter neck jumpsuit and black high heels, and Yasmine, the Indian girl was dressed in a cropped long sleeve black top, leather miniskirt and black Doc Martens. “Hey!” Valerie greeted her brightly.

The three had been roommates in college, and had accidentally stumbled upon each other’s kinks which then evolved into the girls tying each other up regularly and the idea of a dungeon crawl emerged one night. So one night a year, they splurged on multiple sessions with multiple dominatrixes for each one of them to enjoy. “Ready?” Nikta asked.

“I’ve been looking forward to this all month.” Yasmine laughed. “Four sessions in one night? An absolute dream.”

Checking her phone, Valerie nodded. “It’s time ladies, let’s enjoy tonight!”

This was the third time they’d done this dungeon crawl and Nikta soon found herself waiting inside one of the session rooms. She left things up to chance for a lot of it, as it was all part of the experience on who she may get. The only requirements she put down were the restraints and a vague description of what to be done to her, leaving it up to the dominatrix’s interpretation. Inspecting the St. Andrews cross that was in the corner of the room, she knew that her requirements were for sure going to be met. The door opened behind her, prompting Nikta to turn to greet Mistress Celia, who was dressed in stereotypical domme gear of a leather dress, corset, thigh high boots and opera length gloves all in black. Nikta found herself staring at Celia’s long blonde hair fell like a waterfall down her back almost in a trance, until a barked command jolted her to her senses. “Yes Mistress!” She quickly went over to the wall and retrieved four white leather cuffs before returning with her head bowed and presented them to the dominatrix.

Nikta stood still as Mistress Celia took each cuff and buckled it around her wrists, then her booted ankles. It was only the first session of the night, but Nikta could feel herself already quivering with excitement as the cool leather closed around her skin and each cuff was padlocked with a click. “Rather eager today are we?” Mistress Celia mused as the last cuff was buckled on.

“Yes Mistress.” She responded.

“We’ll make sure you get what you’re looking for then, and quickly. Back on the cross, now.”

It was a very freeing feeling, Nikta thought as she did as instructed and positioned herself with her back against the cross, legs spread. Simply doing as told, no need to have to make her own decisions, it was very nice.

Her arms were raised and chained to bolts that protruded from the cross at the top, while her ankles were chained to the bottom and she was now spread eagle on the piece of bondage furniture. Nika looked up at her wrists and gave an experimental tug. The chains held firm and the cuffs were buckled on tight, there was no escape until Mistress Celia decided so. Speaking of Mistress Celia, the clicking of her heels announced her arrival in front of Nikta, holding a thick white leather collar in her hands. She kissed the front of the collar, leaving a lipstick print on it before Nikta raised her head to allow the collar to be buckled around her neck. “Now you’re mine for the next little while, how about I make you feel good?” Mistress Celia whispered in her ear.

Nikta opened her mouth to answer but found it stifled as a white ballgag was pushed between her teeth and buckled under her hair. “Shh, this will be a non speaking part for you. I just want to hear your moans and see you squirm.”

True to her word, Mistress Celia spent the next 45 minutes making Nikta dance under her hands. Soft touches, caresses, some tickling, and then eventually a vibrator was brought out to stimulate her body as she yanked uselessly at the cuffs in attempts to escape from the touch, but once the vibrator was placed between her legs and switched on Nikta found herself pushing her body towards it. Mistress Celia’s face broke into a smile, she’d been enjoying watching this girl writhe under her hands but now you could see she was practically begging for it. Nikta let out a whine of frustration as the vibrator was switched off and pulled away. “Not yet sweet thing.” Mistress Celia cooed. “You don’t get release that easy.”

Despite her frustration, Nikta was eventually granted release by Mistress Celia, who pushed the vibrator into her and cranked it up to maximum, allowing the pressure that had been building up during the entire session finally burst and Nikta rode the orgasm before hanging in her chains panting around the gag. She was soon released and knelt on the floor, taking a minute to compose herself. “Thank you mistress.” She panted before rising to her feet and exiting the room, taking a couple minutes to clean up in the bathroom before heading outside.

The cool air of the evening was a relief for Nikta as she emerged from the dungeon, the cool air flowing over her sweaty skin as she took a deep breath. She had to pace herself for tonight, she scolded. Can’t use up all my energy in just a single session.

Valerie and Yasmine joined her shortly, both looking a bit flustered as well, but also brimming with excitement and energy. Yasmine almost immediately started chattering about how she’d been strapped down to a padded table, blindfolded, and given a massage, while Valerie told them about the hogtie that she had been roped into, complete with a penis panel gag and hood. “You went right for it huh.” Nikta laughed. “No sense talking pace with you, you want to get 100% out of all of these sessions.”

The shorter girl shrugged. “I’m flexible, might as well take advantage of it by being tied up nice and tight!”

Nikta then noticed they were beginning to draw some looks from people walking by, most probably weren’t expecting to hear tales of bondage as they walked on their night out so she tried to calm her friends down a little bit. “We’ll get the whole rundown tomorrow, my place. Let’s get moving, can’t be late for the next one.”

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For her second session, Nikta found herself kneeling on the ground as Mistress Yumi stalked around her. Her arms and upper body roped up in a very sensual shibari harness that seemed to pressure her in all the right areas. Any tug or pull on the ropes from the boxtie applied pressure to another part of her body and it felt heavenly. “Did I say you could move?” Mistress Yumi asked sharply in a heavily accented voice.

Unable to answer due to the harness ballgag strapped in her mouth, Nikta simply shook her head as she drooled a bit down the front of her dress. Mistress Yumi stopped in front of her and knelt down to meet her at eye level, a gloved hand under the chin forcing Nikta to look at her. It also allowed Nikta to appreciate the red and black kimono she wore, combined with long black leather gloves and thigh high black boots with a 7 inch heel and platform soles that raised Mistress Yumi’s height to a little taller than her own. “I can see what you are craving.” She said before her other hand reached down and tugged on the ropes around Nikta’s stomach, causing the crotch rope to dig in and a squeal emerged from behind the gag.

Soon, Nikta’s legs were properly frogtied and she was suspended in the air, held up by multiple ropes attached to her harness that applied a very even amount of pressure across her body. Mistress Yumi was clearly an expert at her art, as well as the art of pleasure as she toyed with Nikta’s helpless body. She was kept on edge for the entire session, and as per instructions, Mistress Yumi did not grant her captive release before the session ended. “T-thank you mistress.” Nikta breathed as the harness ballgag was unstrapped and the ball popped out from between her teeth followed by a stream of drool.

“You were a wonderful plaything.” Mistress Yumi said as she began untying the chest ropes. “Perhaps we will get to play again, and next time I’ll be able to grant you that relief you were looking for.”

It was already the halfway point of the night and while the sessions themselves felt super long, Nikta was feeling a tad disappointed as she met up with her friends outside of the second dungeon. Valerie was once again gushing about the rope strappado she’d been tied in for most of her session, while Yasmine had been closely acquainted with a padded horse that she was strapped onto stomach first and cuffed to the corners. The excitement was at an all time high for the girls as they made their way to the third dungeon, and as Nikta watched Mistress Tiffany walk into the room carrying an armbinder and hood, she knew the dungeon crawl was only going to get even better as the night went on.