This morning was different.

 

I shifted around on the chair I was sitting on, wincing a little. I had accidently burned lunch yesterday, and Mistress had not been too happy. We’d gone on a longer walk than normal, and she had been absolutely merciless in her corrections as I went, her crop flicking out at the slightest sign of me slowing down. It had not been fun.

But now…something was different. I sat on the chair, my arms tied behind me in a simple, yet secure, crossed wrist tie. More rope encircled my waist, and my thighs, pinning me to the chair. Each leg was also bound to the separate chair leg. I was blindfolded, but ungagged, which was a little strange, this early in the day. She’d actually foregone morning sex this morning, instead getting my cleaning and shower down immediately, followed by tying me to this chair. Definitely odd. I hadn’t screwed up that badly had I?

I shifted around again, stifling a moan as my plug shifted within me. She’d left the damn thing on all night again too. Another sign that she hadn’t been too happy with me. At least, I think it was. She’d honestly been in one of her moods, even beyond me screwing up lunch. Just in the mood to mess around with me. Which could be what today is I suppose.

I suddenly felt a hand running through my hair. I moaned at her touch, leaning into her hand as much as I could. She chuckled, and then made a fist in my hair, pulling my head back sharply.

I gasped in surprise, and I swear it sounded like she purred in response to that, “How are you this morning slave? Feeling suitably chastened?”

I tried to nod, but her hand held my head fast. I settled for a quiet, “Yes Mistress.”

“Mmmm.” I felt movement as she leaned down, and then her lips met mine, kissing me forcefully, keeping her grip on my hair. I did my best to return the kiss, but she held my in place, preventing me from doing anything other than letting her invade my mouth. She released my lips at the same time as my hair, pushing my head back to its original position, and letting me gasp for air.

“There’s my good boy. Now,” I felt a finger trace down my cheek, “I’m going to get you ready for today. I want a minimum of fuss, understand?”

I squirmed around in the chair a bit as I nodded, “Yes Mistress.”

“Good boy. Today’s a special day. I don’t want you ruining it by acting out. Now, open up.”

I opened my mouth, not even thinking about defying her. It was becoming routine, to be bound, gagged, and collared. Simply part of getting ready for the day now.

She carefully began packing my mouth with a damp cloth, making sure not to trigger my gag reflex. Once the cloth was fully inside my mouth, I heard the rip of tape, and then it was being smoothed over the lower half of my face. Three strips in total, covering just about everything below my nose, but not going past my ears. Then I felt her straddle me, slowly sinking down until she was sitting on my lap, my caged cock pleasingly pressed against her.

“Mmmmmmph.”

“Aww, does that feel good Davey?”

I nodded, but then stopped as she hooked a finger under my chin.

“Hold still. I’m not done with your face just yet, and this part is delicate.”

I held my head still as well as I could. I felt delicate little flicks and presses on my face, sometimes her using a single finger to turn my head this way or that. Every now and then, while one hand was busy doing whatever she was doing to my face, the other would sneak down and tweak my nipple, prompting a groan from me. Or it would sneak over to wherever she had put the damned remote for my plug, and coax it a little higher, or make it pulse. By the end of it I was squirming around on the chair as much as my bonds would allow, while still doing my best to keep my head still.

“Mmmm. Just about done Davey. Hang in there.” I felt something pressing through the tape, tracing the outline of my lips.

“Hmmph?” I tried to make a quizzical sound

“You’ll see when I’m done.”

“Mm mmmph hmmm!”

“No, I’m not going to tell you before.”

“Mmmmmmm ummmhh!”

The plug’s vibrations kicked up a level.

“Gggmmmappphh!”

“No back talk Davey. There’s a whole process here to get to the big surprise. I’m not going to ruin it for you.”

I grumbled into my gag, but decided to drop it. The plug was now humming along at a good clip, and it took all my concentration not to start bucking her off my lap.

A few minutes passed, excruciatingly slowly by my count, and I felt her ease off my lap. The vibrations fell back to their normal level a few moments later, and then I felt her begin to untie me from the chair. Once she had completely freed me, minus my bound wrists, she picked up my right foot and began feeding my leg into rubber. A catsuit, I guessed, from the feel of it.

“Mmmph?”

“A nice rubber catsuit for you slave. Isn’t that nice?”

“Mmmph!”

She tugged it all the way up to just below my chastity cage. Then I felt her hand close around the cage.

“Mmmmmmmmmm!” I moaned into my gag.

She chuckled and then hoisted the catsuit past, enveloping my chastity cage in tight rubber, prompting another moan. She went behind me now and quickly untied my wrists, letting my arms fall naturally by my side. I remained perfectly still. I had learned better in my time here. Even if I was free of her bonds, she was still in control.

She pressed herself up against my back, her hands busy fitting something my waist. I shimmied my butt against her, and she grinded into me. Her lips brushed the back of my neck, and I groaned again into my gag. With a final tug she finished with whatever she had placed around my waist. Expecting immediate bondage, I was surprised when instead she began pulling something else up my catsuited legs.

“Arms up.” She crisply ordered, and I immediately obeyed. I felt her pulling something over both arms, and then over my head. She tugged it down so the material fell to my waist. I touched it. That…that felt like a shirt. A normal shirt. What the hell?

Not giving me much time to ponder she then guided my hands down to my hips, where I discovered there were holes in whatever she had pulled up over my legs. Into the holes my hands went, and then on the other side were securely cuffed to the belt she had cinched around my waist. This was really weird. What the heck were we doing today?

“Ready to see today’s outfit Davey?”

“Mm hmm!” She had gotten me legitimately curious.

I felt her fingers on the back of my head, undoing the blindfold, and then it was whisked away from my face. I found myself standing in front of a mirror, my Mistress standing behind me with her arms wrapped around my stomach. My eyes widened at what she had done.

There I stood, clad in normal looking blue jeans and a long sleeved rugby shirt. A hint of the black catsuit I wore could be seen, but that could be dealt with easily by doing up the buttons. My hands disappeared into the pockets of my jeans, with not a hint that they were securely restrained in cuffs just out of sight. But it was my face that was her real masterpiece. It looked normal. Well, almost normal. Somewhere she had found flesh coloured tape, or maybe she had masterfully painted flesh tone onto duct tape. Whichever way, it didn’t even look like I was gagged at all! She’d even drawn on lips, over the tape, which unless someone got quite close, could pass as genuine.

“Mmmph!”

“Why thank you Davey, it is a pretty good job, if I do say so myself.” She smiled at me in the mirror from over my shoulder, stroking my stomach, “I’m a pretty good makeup artist when it comes to hiding slaves in plain sight huh?”

“Mmmhm.” I agreed with her. Unless someone got right up in my face they’d never know something was the matter. Then I mentally paused. Why the heck had she dressed me like this?”

She seemed to sense that I was beginning to wonder because she disengaged from her hug and gave me a firm spank.

“Mmmph!”

“Time for us to begin our day. I still haven’t shown you the surprise yet.”

I looked at her questioningly, but she just flicked my chin with her finger, “C’mon you. Downstairs we go.”

I followed along behind her to the car, for all the world looking like I was casually sauntering down the hall, and paused in the front hall. There were several large bags stacked just outside, and her car was parked virtually right outside the door. She fished around in her closet for a moment, before pulling out some sandels, which were quickly strapped onto my feet. It felt really weird to have her doing that, even though she’d basically been dressing and shoeing me ever since I got here. Still though. Maybe it was because this was the first time in God only knows how long that I was actually wearing normal clothes. Albeit still cuffed, plug, and in chastity. And with a catsuit on underneath. Ok, so probably as close to normal as I was likely to get with my Mistress.

She straightened up and flashed me a grin. Damn it she was cute when she was like this.

“We’re going to be trying something new today Davey. I want you to be a good boy for me ok?”

I grunted and nodded cautiously. She grabbed me by my arm and frogmarched me out the door, into the car. Sitting down was quite the task with my hands secured to my hips, but I managed to do it with her help. Once in, she seatbelted me in place and, ensuring it stayed out of sight, cuffed my ankles to the seat as well. Having secured me in the car she quickly tossed the bags she had brought into the trunk of the car. Then she walked back over to me.

“Head forward Davey.”

I obeyed, tilting my head so she could reach behind me. I heard a quiet snick sound, and felt the collar fall away from my neck. I started in surprise and looked up at her, my eyes filled with questions. She smiled at me, unmistakable warmth there, and then held up a pair of sunglasses in front of my face.

“We’re gonna go on a drive.”

She pushed the sunglasses carefully into place and I snorted a little bit as I realized that they had been completely blacked out. I couldn’t see a thing out of them at all. She giggled as she saw this realization come upon me, and then patted me on the shoulder, “Just relax and enjoy the ride sweetie.”

I was left to stew in my thoughts as she seated herself and started the car. As she began to pull away from the house, I couldn’t help but wonder. Was this somehow the end? Was she bringing me back home? And, if she was bringing me home, why am I not excited by that possibility?

I sighed, and then felt her hand settle on the back of my neck, massaging it a little as we drove. I’m sure if anyone happened to look into the vehicle we looked like the picture of normalcy. A couple out for a drive, she massaging my neck as I tilted my head around to watch the landscape. How very wrong they would have been.

I shook my head and whiffled into my gag. Shouldn’t I be glad to be potentially escaping? God only knows how long she’s kept me with her. Against my will, I reminded myself. And here I was, dressed in normal clothes, being driven away from my prison. Freedom had never been closer. So why was there a part of me that was dreading my potential release?

We drove for a long time. I must’ve dozed off a few times, awakening to music, or her hand rubbing my shoulder or chest. It was actually a pretty peaceful road trip, all things considered. Eventually I felt her shaking my shoulder.

“Wakey wakey Davey. We’re here!”

I sat up straight in my seat, still unable to see anything, “Mmm mmhmm hhmmm!”

“You want your sunglasses off?”

“MMhm!”

I felt her take them off, and then looked around. We were in a small parking lot, in front of what I could see was a pretty posh looking hotel. It seemed to be fairly secluded though, nothing else around for a good distance. I looked over at my Mistress and raised my eyebrows,

“Mmph?”

She looked at me, a serious expression on her face. Almost parent-like, “This is your first public outing slave. So I expect you on your best behaviour, ok? I’ll explain your surprise once we get to our room.”

She flashed a quick grin, “Ready?”

I nodded, my stomach doing little flip flops. This was it. I was going to be out in public.

She opened my door, undoing the seatbelt and ankle chain.

I was free.

I stood up, and got clear of the car, with a little bit of help from her, and began walking towards the lobby doors, arm in arm.

I could run. I could start screaming for help.

I was passing people now, as guests entered and exited. Any one of them could help me.

I pressed myself a little closer to my Mistress, and felt her arm tighten around mine. What the hell is wrong with me?

We approached the desk where she checked the two of us in. I didn’t pay a whole lot of attention to what was happening, staring around at the lobby. This was the first time in weeks, heck maybe months that I’d been off her property. Seeing other people again was a little odd. Mostly though I was caught between desperately hoping no one looked too closely at me, and a bemused part of me that still felt it should be hoping that they did notice me.

“Thank you we will.” Mistress’ voice jerked me out of my little world as she responded to the reception clerk. Taking my arm in hers she began walking us over to the elevator bank to the left of the main desk. No one had noticed me at all. Not even the reception lady who had just smiled at me as Mistress had taken me away. Why the hell did I feel relief at that?

The wait for the elevator, and elevator ride up, was pretty uneventful. There was another couple who went up the first few floors with us. My wily little kidnapper stood between them and me, her head pressed into my shoulder, and her arms wrapped around me. They paid us no mind, who would look closely at just another normal couple in an elevator. I wondered with a small corner of my mind just how often I might have passed by someone in a situation like my own, so far out of the ordinary that no one would even think it possible that someone could be paraded around in public while secretly in bondage.

We exited the elevator, and then she marched me down the corridor to where our room was located. With a quick swipe of the keycard, we were in. My eyes widened as I entered the room. Man, this place really was nice! Heck, this was basically a suite! Big windows dominated the far wall from me, looking out into a central area of the hotel, where a large eating area and swimming pool were located. She had let me go once we entered the room, and I took advantage to wander around looking at things, still completely unable to interact with my surroundings. But I wasn’t going to waste one bit of freedom to walk around before she started directing me again.

“Slave.”

I turned at the word. She was standing in the doorway to the bedroom. She crooked a finger at me and I scurried over, my enforced casual posture making me internally chuckle. A casual slave. That’s me.

She allowed me into the bedroom and then walked back to sit on the bed. There was a medium sized box sitting in the middle, with a card propped up on it. I could just make out the inscription:

Courtesy of the Convention

I cocked my head, “Mmmph?”

She didn’t answer my question immediately, instead beckoning me forward to start removing my street clothes. Soon enough I was back in just the catsuit, still with my hands cuffed to my waist. She snapped her fingers and pointed at the ground in front of her, and I knelt as quickly as I could. She pulled the box over to her and opened it. A brief smile crossed her face, and then she looked back up at me.

“Ok Davey, ready for your surprise?”

“Mm hm!” I nodded, rocking back on my heels.

“Today is the start of BondCon. Probably the biggest fetish event in the entire country, and lasts for a good few days. This is where I got a lot of the wonderful toys you’ve been allowed to experience.” She grinned at my expression and continued, “It’s also where I get a fair amount of contract work, so it’ll be a mix of business and pleasure while we’re here.”

She reached out to stroke my face, “There’s a lot of really cool events throughout the convention, and lots more to look at, and experience.” She tipped my face up with a single finger under my chin, so that our eyes met, “This is a really, really, big privilege that I’ve brought you. You’ve done so well in your training progress that I thought I’d reward both of us with a fetish outing. Just imagine, walking around in much more public bondage than just now, and no one at all will know who you are, or how I picked you up.”

She chuckled again at the warring emotions she saw on my face.

“Oh!” She turned to grab something out of the box, “And check this out!”

She swivelled back around to show me a collar. It was mainly black leather, tinged with blue along the top and bottom. A tag hung from the D ring on the front with the words BondCon Slave imprinted on it. She gave me a moment more to read that, and then flipped the tag over, and I saw on the back: Property of Mistress Eliza. If Found, Please Return to Her.

“MMmphh!”

“You see slave, now everyone will know you’re mine.” She held out the opened collar in front of me. I whiffled a little into my gag and then leaned forward on my knees, so that she could bring it around and buckle it around my neck. The snick of a lock announced that I was once again a collared slave. I shivered a little bit. Days spent out in public, in bondage, with my Mistress. I had a weird mixture of nerves, excitement, and dread all mixing together in my stomach.

She reached down, grabbed the collar’s D-ring, and yanked me in close, “I realize that you might be tempted to act out since we will be in public, but just remember that you’ll still be wearing your security plug. You’ll have a limited radius to stay within. And there’s no cage to stop it here. Just me.” Her eyes sharpened, seeming to bore right into me, “And if you try anything stupid we’ll go right back home and I’ll thrash you six ways from Sunday. And put you in isolation for the rest of the weekend. And that’ll be just for starters. Got it?”

I gulped, suddenly filled with nerves. I managed a jerky nod, unable to tear my eyes away from her gaze.

“Good boy.” She leaned forward and kissed my forehead. Then she ducked down and pressed her lips up against the ones she’d drawn onto my tape gag, giving me a deep kiss over the gag. “That’s my good boy.”

I flushed red, and she tsked, “Well changing your gag is going to be a top priority. It’s hiding your adorable blushing, and we just can’t be having that, can we?”

I mumbled something into my gag, and she nodded along as if I was agreeing with her.

“Oh, and another rule for this weekend. You’ll be staying in chastity while we are here.”

“Mmmmmmmphhh?!” No! That was so unfair! I hadn’t done any—

She gave me a hard spank which quieted my protests, “Hey! You’re staying in chastity so that you can properly pay attention to everything here. Maybe we’ll shop for some new toys together huh? And then when we get home, if you’ve behaved yourself…how does another dungeon day sound Davey?”

“Gmmmppph!” I nodded my head. Oh heck yeah!

She laughed, “I thought that might perk you up. So you see? A fun weekend together, where you can concentrate on the convention, and on me, and then we can have a fun time once we get home. Just the two of us. Ok?”

I nodded again, and she favoured me with a quick little smile, “Well then, I think it’s time for a nice long bath, and then I’ll get you all sorted out for the night.”

 

“Now hold still. Just—there we are. How does that feel?”

“Mmmph!” I was standing in the main area, in front of the large mirror that was in place there. I was dressed for our first day at BondCon, with my bondage courtesy of the convention. My Mistress had apparently bought some sort of package which netted her some pretty cool perks. One of which was a complete slave outfit for me, which she had just finished attaching. I wore a deep purple catsuit, courtesy of her own stores, but the rest was from BondCon.

A purple armbinder was cinched up so that my arms were securely behind my back, while not so strict that I’d have to be let out for hours. Especially after all the training she had put me through back home. Next a ball gag was secured in my mouth, and then a purple Gwen hood pulled into place. The blue tinged black collar was in its pride of place around my neck, securely locked. And I was wearing knee high boots, with a short heels, which had ankle cuffs locked into place.

She had taken the time to very seriously tell me that she knew I could manage four inch heels, but that we were going to be out and about most of the day, and she didn’t want me to be slowed down. As if putting me in these boots was going to hurt my pride or something. Which it didn’t. I mean…that’d be nuts.

She, on the other hand, was dressed in a crisp business suit. White blouse, black blazer, the only thing approaching some sort of fetish were the black boots that she wore, balanced precariously on the edge between smart business fashion, and kinky fetish footwear. And then of course, her completely bound and catsuited slave boy. Probably a little out of place in the boardrooms she could be in, but I guess she was really serious about mixing business and pleasure. She patted my shoulder.

“Good? Nice and secure?”

I nodded, still feeling the trepidation at going out into public like this.

“Hey,” She grabbed my chin and looked me in the eyes, “You’re going to be with me the whole time ok? Nothing’s going to happen to you. Just be a good slave, and we’ll have a good time ok?”

She had genuine concern in her eyes there. Backed with her usual effortless dominance, but still. My heart may’ve skipped a little beat. I dunno. People don’t look at me like that. Except her.

She stepped back and whipped out her phone, “Time for my boy’s first BondCon picture!”

I blushed as she snapped a couple of shots, including one with her with an arm around my shoulder. I rested my head on her shoulder for a moment, and she gave me a quick kiss on my hooded forehead, before pushing me off. She brought out a leash and snapped it onto my collar.

“Just a reminder pet, you’ll get a couple of warning levels if you get far away from me from your plug. If you keep going after that, that’s when the escape protocol kicks in. Clear?”

I nodded and she gave the leash a tug, pulling me towards the door. I took as deep a breath as I could, and then followed her out.

The hallway was still empty, and we made it to the elevator bank without seeing anyone else there. As the elevator dinged though, a couple of convention goers rounded the corner, and crowded in after us. I moved into a corner, trying to put some distance between myself and them. And my Mistress, bless her for understanding, moved and stood in between me and the others in the elevator. As they chattered away, she was stroking my hip, calming me.

“Nice slave! Did that outfit come from BondCon?” One of the convention goers, a girl, had asked the question. She was wearing a tight black pvc outfit, and a big smile.

“Oh, thank you. It’s his first convention with me, so he’s a little nervous.” My Mistress smiled at me and then back at the girl, “And yes, just about all his current restraints are from the convention. You can actually still get some of their slave packages, if you were interested.”

“Oh. Thanks!” The elevator doors dinged and the others moved out, walking as quickly as they could in their various types of fetish footwear to get to the convention area. Although, as I exited the elevator, it was pretty clear the convention was basically everywhere.

The lobby had been completely changed from the fancy, yet still somewhat staid waiting area, to something much kinkier. Banners advertising all sorts of things were up everywhere. A line of cages were along one side of the entrance, where males and females stood inside. Many of them bound similar to me, with armbinders and Gwen hoods. A large sign over them advertised them as rental slaves for the convention. Along the other side were a small cluster of more dominant looking individuals who appeared to be present to offer an alternative service to the rental slaves.

My eyes were wide as I took it all in, following along in the wake of my Mistress. My leash was looped around her wrist as she walked, at a steady enough pace that I could look around without accidently getting a yank on the leash from walking too slow. And there was so much to see! We moved through the lobby fairly quickly, avoiding the lines to the receptionists, new ones dressed in fetish gear, and towards the right hand side of the lobby. Through that door we went, and it opened into the central area of the hotel. The pool and eating areas were more or less intact, just decorated in more BondCon paraphernalia. Past the pool and eating area was a large convention hall, and it was in this direction that I was pulled.

Once inside the convention hall, my eyes were met with even more. All sorts of vendors were set up, just in the initial area that I could see. Every imaginable kinky item that could be sold, or advertised, was there. Mistress pulled me into one of the first shops along the initial pathway, advertising custom made leather restraints.

“Hmmm. These would be good to get you, huh Davey?” She motioned towards where some examples of the lady who was running the shop’s work were hung, “Now that I can easily get your measurements for this stuff, I think it’d be a good idea to get you some more long term comfortable bondage bits. Right?”

I nodded, “Mmph!” This was surreal. Here I was, dressed up in a kinky slave outfit, helpless and on the leash of a beautiful mistress, and we were shopping. Just shopping as if this was a normal thing to be doing. Not that anyone else in the little tented vendor area seemed to think so. The lady who seemed to be in charge wandered over to us after a few minutes, and politely introduced herself.

“And what might you be interested in today Mistress?” She asked.

“I was noticing in particular your custom armbinders and hoods.” Mistress ran a hand down the example armbinder and smiled, “I’m looking to get some custom work done for my sub, with special consideration for more long term bondage sessions.”

“Oh certainly,” the lady smiled, “If you’ve got his measurements handy, and you know what pieces you’d like, I do mail deliveries of my pieces. Usually takes a few weeks to arrive, but these pieces are the best. No competition. I’ll make an armbinder that he could be in for hours and hours, without needing a break.” She winked at me. I whined into my gag at that.

Mistress ignored my complaints though, instead digging into a little bag she had with her, producing a small sheet of paper filled with writing. She had taken my measurements, really, really accurate measurements, a couple weeks ago. My lips twitched under the gag and hood. That had been one of her more…inventive games.

I looked around the store, but in just a minute later Mistress was pulling me away, thanking the lady again for her work.

“Well there we are Davey, only fifteen minutes in, and I’ve already got some nice new leather custom restraints for you on order. Let’s go see what else we can find huh?”

She bopped my nose and then took off walking down the increasingly more crowded walkway. There were all sorts of dominant and submissive pairings, in all manner of outfits and restraints. I enjoyed just watching them, although slightly less so when my Mistress would pause to watch a sub in slightly more strict restraints. I tried to hurry past those ones, but sometimes she’d pull me to a stop, and watch the passing submissive quite closely.

We stopped at most of the shops along our initial direction, although some of them weren’t shops, but rather demonstration or practice areas for different types of BDSM activities. Everything from rope tying, to how to whip someone, to various types of slave training classes. All sorts. They even had one, with a big glaring sign above it, advertising for kidnap roleplay. I saw it at just about the same time as my Mistress, and she turned back to me, the biggest cat got the canary smile on her face I’ve ever seen, and pulled me into the tent.

The class was about halfway through when we ducked in, going over various snatch techniques. The domme teaching it had a girl down on the ground, putting the finishing touches on a secure box tie. As we watched she quickly flipped the girl over, wrapping some final ropes around her chest, and then finishing with a stringent crotch rope that was connected to her chest and arm bindings. I winced as the girl struggled, “mmph’ing” furiously into a ball gag that the domme had crammed in before we got there.

“…and once you’ve got them down, tied, and gagged, you’re pretty much set.” The domme wandered over to the side where she snagged a collar from a small pile of fetish items, and then squatted down by the bound girl’s head, “You’re my prisoner now, slave.” The girl growled something into her gag, and the domme just chuckled, buckling the collar around her neck, “Now I believe that the rules of our little bet was that you’d stay tied up for two hours if I managed to take you down. Sooo…” She helped the bound girl up and then had her walk over to the side, where the domme used a small chain to lock her to the side of the tent, “You just hang out here sweetie. I’ll get you into something a bit more secure when I’m done with the class.”

My Mistress turned back and smiled at me, “I’ll bet I could teach them a thing or two, eh Davey?”

“Mm hhmmp mmpph!” I resisted the urge to shake my head in bemusement. If only those people knew that a legitimately kidnapped young fellow stood mere feet away from them. Somehow totally anonymous, even though I was tied up in public. BondCon was just that sort of place I guess.

We kept wandering, moving in and out of stalls, and I found I was actually enjoying myself. Mistress had been right. Nothing to worry about. She was right there with me, and had my leash. I got to see all sorts of stuff, with her hovering nearby. Made for a more relaxing experience, and less embarrassment. And I didn’t even think to try to escape. Although, in a convention like this, an escape attempt would probably just be taken as a sub acting out. At least, with a gag in my mouth. Regardless, I was having fun.

“Oooh, Davey, look!” I was pulled out of my thoughts as my Mistress pointed to a shop up ahead, “Looks like they sell all sorts of rubber and latex clothing in there! Want to take a look?” I nodded, and grunted a happy affirmative. Into the shop we went. We were greeted at the door by the proprietor, an older raven haired lady in a flowing, yet clingy, red latex gown that went down to her ankles.

“Well hello Mistress, how are you this fine day.” She favoured both of us with a smile

“I’m very well, thank you.” Mistress smiled in return, “I’m actually interested in acquiring some new outfits for myself today.”

“Of course!” The lady swept an arm back towards the further area of the store, “I have more Mistress appropriate attire towards the back, if you’d like.”

“Thank you!” Mistress turned back to me. I had been looking towards a couple racks towards the side, with a whole bunch of different sorts of hoods set up on them. I looked back at her with a plaintive expression in my eyes.

“Goodness slave, you and hoods.” She said with fond exasperation. She indicated that she would join the proprietress in a moment, and turned back to me, “Ok. I’m just going to go back and see what she has, maybe pick up a couple new things for me.”

I cocked my head towards the hoods, “Mmm? Hmmm mmph?”

She sighed and smiled at me, “Ok. I’ll let you go and take a look at the hoods while I’m back there. I don’t want you wandering outside of here though, ok?”

I nodded.

“Ok then.” She removed my leash from her wrist, leaving it to dangle from my collar, “I’ll just be a few minutes Davey.”

I wandered over to the hoods, located near the opening to the store. There were all sorts of hoods, but most of them trended towards the more intensive long term wear. Just like the ones I’d been wearing. I felt my cock twitching in its cage. Not that it hadn’t been doing that basically the entire morning. The pleasurable buzz of my plug was just slightly higher, now that Mistress had moved further away. I figured I’d be ok moving just about anywhere in the store, heck maybe even outside it a little bit, without triggering anything drastic. Still though I wasn’t—

“Ooo, hey look at him!”

I turned slightly to see three girls coming into the shop. Two were blondes, with the one in the middle being a rather fiery redhead. One of the blondes was dressed in a kinky latex nurse outfit, and the other in a latex policewoman get up. The redhead in the middle wore a dark blue catsuit, with matching boots and corset. And they were all heading right for me.

“Mmmph?” I was a little bemused at the attention as they crowded around me. I felt hands running over my armbinder, and chest, and even stroking my head and neck. I moaned a little and tried to move further into the shop, towards my mistress, but nurse blonde was standing right in my way, and not moving. Instead she grabbed a strap around my chest, “Wow, what a kinky little slave boy you are, huh?”

“Mmmm.” I tried for a neutral response, the buttplug unfortunately encouraging my body to give in to the rubbing and teasing that the girls were bringing.

“Mmm, I bet you’re all sorts of fun, huh?” Cop blonde whispered into my ear, gripping my hip and sliding herself along my side.

“Mmmph!” I tried to shake myself free, but she clung on, giggling.

“Hey look!” The redhead pointed to my neck, “He’s got a convention collar on.” All three girls giggled at that, and the redhead came around to stand in front of me, quite close, “Wandering around on your own like this, all tied up and no one to play with you.” Her voice had become playfully mocking at the end, “Do you wanna come play with us?”

I shook my head, “MMph!” Where the heck was my mistress? She could explain to these girls. That I wasn’t some random convention slave, I was hers.

“Aww, c’mon, don’t be such a party pooper!” She grabbed my leash and pulled me in close, one of the blondes behind me giving me a couple of spanks for good measure, “Besides, I don’t think you got yourself all tied up and leashed just to turn down being lead around and played with by some cute girls huh?”

I shook my head again, more frantically this time, and tried pulling away from them. But they just clung on to me, giggling again. Each of the blondes seized me from the side, each of them grabbing a butt cheek apiece. The redhead gave another firm tug on the leash and I took a step in her direction. She smiled and gave me an encouraging nod, but I just shook my head again and gave a couple of frustrated grunts.

“C’mon!” This time as she pulled on the leash the other two girls started walking forward, forcing me along with them, “There’s a really cool play area we can check out, now that we’ve got a sub.”

I felt panic clawing at my chest and tried to twist around to try one final time to spot my Mistress. But I just ended up looking at nurse blonde who gave me a wink and kissed my hooded cheek. I felt the butt plug jump up a level as we left the store pavilion and I moaned deeply into my gag.

“Oooh, look how excited this is getting him!”

“Hey, he’s got a buttplug in as well! What a little slut!”

“I can’t wait to get him in the play area! He’s going to be so much fun!”

I moaned again, as the vibrations continued to build, and the girls continued to chatter about the things they wanted to do to me or with me. No, no, no, no!! Where’s my Mistress? Where was she?? I was being taken, kidnapped again, right from under her nose. I shut my eyes as a more powerful blast of vibrations hit my rear, letting out a near constant moan. Why wasn’t she here? Why didn’t she see??

Help!