What a rollercoaster of a day.

The thought flitted across my mind as I shifted on my knees. My eyes shifted around as well, although with the hood lenses blacked out, I couldn’t see a damned thing anyway.

I wasn’t quite sure what I thought of our planned evening activities. I thought back to the intense little conversation that the two Mistresses had shared over their dinner, and shivered a little. Mistress Caitlin was…well, intense I guess was the best descriptor. That had certainly been an eye opener, that I wasn’t the only one who had been stolen away.

An image of her slave, James, blossomed in my mind, kneeling ramrod straight beside his mistress. Utterly disciplined. Utterly restrained. Utterly helpless. I shivered at the thought. If I had retained even a shred of thought that my Mistress was unreasonably harsh, seeing James and his Mistress would have disabused me of that. It was pretty darn intimidating, seeing him. And her.

I shifted again, flexing my arms in my bondage. I was still wrapped up in the restraining, yet oddly comfortable tape and rope combo from my, absolutely incredible and wonderful, massage session. God I wanted to just go back and do that again. That had been…well, amazing.

I felt a hand settle onto my shoulder, gently holding the crook of my beck, and stroking my hooded jawline with its thumb. I moaned into my penis gag, and sucked harder on it, nuzzling the hand as best I could. I heard my Mistress give a quiet chuckle at my response, and closed my eyes inside my hood. Thinking about her brought back what had happened before the massage. Or at least, what had almost happened.

I shivered as the images replayed themselves in my mind, the girls laughing as they dragged me away. The fear that had sunk its teeth into me with every step farther away from that shop. I had lost myself to my panicked thoughts of being taken again. And this time by someone who didn’t know me. Those girls hadn’t put in the time that…well, that she had.

And then she had been there, the fury almost crackling off of her louder than the snap of the whip that had brought my would-be kidnappers up short. I don’t think I’d ever been so turned on and terrified in my life. Including when she had actually kidnapped me. I missed most of what was exchanged between the two sides, the fear still roaring in my ears, but I let out a piteous moan as the redhead started to pull me away by the arm. Not helping the fact was the security plug still pulsing away inside me as I once again began to move away from my Mistress. But what could she do? There were three of them and only one of her, no matter how—

Within my own little panicked world I suddenly felt the hands gripping me fall away. Without their support I had kinda just fallen to my knees and then desperately tried to crawl away. To hide myself and just get away. I could dimly hear something going on, lots of noise and so forth, but that hadn’t mattered. I had just wanted to get away as best I could. But I quickly had found that I couldn’t crawl very far at all, I was trying not to shake so damned hard. So I stayed, rocking back and forth slightly in my bonds. Moaning. I don’t remember how long I had been there for, before she came for me. I remember words being said, not quite understanding them, and then suddenly the hood was gone, the gag was gone, and she was there. She was there, and the look in her eyes was what finally did it. I had felt my vision go watery, and then she was holding me. Holding me like I was the only thing that mattered in the world, and I couldn’t hold back the shaking anymore.

I pressed my head against her leg as I recalled those final moments kneeling on the ground, with her arms wrapped around me. Her hand tightened a bit in its stroking, as though she could sense I was still not quite back to normal. I felt the material of her new dress shifting against my hooded head, and moved my head up and down her leg a bit to glory in that feeling. It was…well it was a pretty nice dress. But with her wearing it…I felt myself flush again under the hood.

But that visual brought me back out of my reminiscing and into the present as the hood lenses slowly filtered to allowing me to see out of the blackened lenses. Trust my Mistress to find the most gimmicky hood at this convention. Not that I was complaining, it was actually pretty cool. I looked around as full ‘ish’ vision returned to me. The present was interesting indeed.

Mistress Caitlin had ensconced the four of us in a box like private area with a centre view of the stage that had been set up. The two mistresses were sitting in throne like chairs in the middle of the box, with James and myself on either side of the twined seats. Our box was recessed a bit from the main stage in front of us, with a scattered setting of tables and chairs closer to the raised platform. But that also gave us a decent amount of privacy, for which I was particularly grateful after today. Most of the seats had been filled already, with the bulk of the individuals seated there clearly of the more dominant persuasion. Submissives were secured beside their dominants, though most had been kind enough to tie them in a way that let them still watch the stage.

A handful of guests, at least from who I could see, appeared to be less intensively in the scene than the majority. No one knelt around them at least, bound, gagged, and collared. BondCon newcomers perhaps.

A mistress on the stage was wrapping up a rather enjoyable shibari show with two models, one male one female, who had been progressively bound tighter and tighter. My eyes traced over the bound models for a moment, their bondage an echo of my own rather unique restraints from the massage ladies, before flicking up to my Mistress.

She was glancing over as Caitlin finished saying something to her, her lips quirking in a small smile. Her hand continued to stroke my hooded head absently while she spoke with her fellow domme. I didn’t pay all that much attention to what they were saying, evidently Mistress Caitlin was regaling her with some tidbit from her slave training course. Instead I found my eyes drawn again to James, kneeling on the far side of the two dommes. His head hadn’t moved since he had been ordered down, still staring straight ahead at the stage. His near naked state had been shocking to me, still was really, what with my own Mistress’ concern for my shyness. Mistress Caitlin obviously had no regard for any foibles her slave might have. Hell, she seemed to have taken him before Mistress Eliza had ever darkened my door, and been training him ever since.

I rolled my shoulder in my bondage and grunted into the penis gag still wedged in my mouth. God I was glad I had ended up with Mistress Eliza.

“Good Evening Mistresses and Masters, ladies and gentlemen!” The loud voice from the stage jerked me out of my circling thoughts. A man had leapt up onto the stage, as the two bound models were marched off by their rope mistress, still utterly trussed up in cordage. The fellow on the stage looked like he’d popped out of some Hollywood award show at first glance, until the sheen on his supposed tux gave away the material he was wearing.

“Tonight,” the man continued, “Our first evening of BondCon, the vast majority of our guests have made this our most smashing success yet!”

He grinned and sketched a bow at the applause from his audience.

“But,” he brought up a single wagging finger, “Just as with every other year, some of our guests break convention rules.” A wolfish grin spread across his face. “What sort of bondage convention would this be if they weren’t…disciplined for their failures?”

“That’s my cue,” Caitlin announced, and I turned to look as she stood up. “Jem, stay.”

James barely moved in response. Caitlin snapped his leash to a convenient hook on her chair and then handed the key over to my Mistress, “Keep an eye on him for me, would you? If he gets out of hand feel free to settle him down again.”

I noticed the slight flinch from James at that.

With her kidnapped slave secured Caitlin strode from the box, lifting one powerful arm as the announcer continued, “I have the esteemed honour of introducing Mistress Caitlin, who many of you know, as our Mistress of Punishment for this and every night of this year’s BondCon!”

The applause seemed a little louder this time as Caitlin mounted the stage, every step made with effortless confidence in her dominatrix boots. As she reached the top of the stage two female convention staffers, wearing collars but otherwise free, brought out a bondage horse, which they secured to the stage.

Mistress Caitlin held out an imperious hand, into which the accouncer dropped the microphone he had been using. He scurried off the other way as she gave the room a once over with her stare. I pressed myself into my Mistress’ leg. It was just as piercing as the first time it had raked over me. The hand on my head was making small little motions now, down at the crook of my neck and shoulder. I moaned into my penis gag, and began sucking on it, glorying in the impromptu one handed neck massage.

“Mmm, pay attention Davey.” Her voice was a little amused, but had a slight edge to it. My eyes opened back up just as Caitlin began to speak, as she paced back and forth on the stage,

“For your entertainment tonight we will be proceeding from minor transgressions to major ones. We’ll be ending with…well, a rather special case. I do hope you all stick around.”

More applause, a few excited cheers as Caitlin smiled again and signalled offstage.

I watched with interest as a man was brought out, leather cuffs around his wrists, elbows, and ankles keeping him secure. Apart from his bonds, a tiny orange latex thong, and a collar around his neck he was completely naked. One of Caitlin’s collared helpers led him out, his eyes bulging as he took in the crowd hungrily taking him in. His leash was handed to Caitlin with a bow from her helper, and he was then dragged over to the bondage horse and bent over it, his leash locked into place on the far side. Caitlin spent a moment locking his ankles to the horse, before taking a large leather strap and firming cinching it in place over the small of his back, ensuring that the poor fellow could only squirm uselessly.

“Starting out tonight for you, we have a case of someone,” She paused to give him a firm spank, prompting a yelp, “Who just couldn’t keep his hands to himself.” She tsked like a disappointed parent, running her gloved fingers lightly along his naked rump and back, “I think that deserves a rather stiff flogging don’t you?”

I saw the accused fellow draw in a breath to object, and without losing a beat Mistress Caitlin swiftly forced a ball gag into his mouth. A garbled series of dejected objections came from the poor fellow, and Caitlin’s smile widened. Like a cat that had gotten into the cream.

She leaned down beside the fellow and, whispering just low enough that the mike would catch it, said, “I think fifty ought to be sufficient for you, yes? As long as you count them properly.”

The fellow bucked against his restraints, but everything held steady. With a chuckle Caitlin repositioned herself behind him and gave a couple practice swishes with the flogger she had snagged.

Then she began, leaving enough space in between each pass for the bound man to cry out some sort of garbled attempt at counting. It took a few smacks before he got it right, and while he was struggling with that I was brought back to my own punishments, especially after cleaning the upstairs for my own mistress. I moaned into my gag as I watched the punishment, and Mistress Eliza chuckled beside me. I felt the lenses change again and then my leash was tugged so that I looked up at her, the beating from the stage continuing.

“Reminding you of something Davey?” Her smile was gentle, but still a little edged. I smiled a little under the hood, and flushed, mumbling something that was thankfully unintelligible into my gag. She released the leash and stroked my head again, letting me return my attention to the stage. I caught a glimpse of James again as I looked back. Still staring straight at the stage, watching his Mistress work.

Said Mistress was now finishing up with her first victim, running the flogger lightly over the man’s rump while her two helpers were busy unstrapping him from the bondage horse. They stood him upright, re-securing his arms behind him, and marched him back so that I could see him from the side, and Mistress Caitlin on her other side. One of her helpers now held him by his leash, the other hovered next to Caitlin with a small open box held in her hands.

Caitlin lightly ran the flogger over the man’s front, prompting some whimpers from him, and then her slight smile widened as the man moaned even deeper when he saw what was in the box.

Her chuckle was caught very well by the mike, almost as if you were right next to her, “Since you seem to have difficulty controlling yourself, I think spending the next 24 hours in chastity should remind you of the need to keep your hands to yourself.”

She held up the chastity cage to some laughter and hoots and cheers from the crowd before bending down to efficiently attach it to the man’s cock and balls. She locked the cage in place, and then gave it a flick with her fingers, straightening back up with another dominant grin directed at her now chastised prisoner.

“And don’t you worry about the keys. You can come see me about those once your time is up. I’m sure you’ll spend your sentence thinking of a suitably groveling way to request your keys back from me.”

The crowd applauded again as the man was led away by one of Caitlin’s helpers, ‘mmph’ing’ hopelessly into his gag. She extended her hands out and gave a slight bow, clearly enjoying the attention. Her eyes settled on our booth, and seemed to bore into my own for a few moments, before flicking over to Mistress Eliza and then James.

The next BondCon lawbreaker was led up onto the stage, and the process was more or less repeated for him, and for the next several individuals. My eyes stayed pretty much glued to the performance throughout as the prisoners followed each other in fairly rapid succession. Mistress Caitlin would announce their crime, and then proceed to provide their punishment. Some of them got away with just a flogging or cropping, but others seemed to have been a little worse, leaving the stage locked in chastity with the keys dangling tauntingly from Caitlin’s fingers. I squirmed every time one of those happened, my own chastity cage growing tighter, and Mistress Eliza would playfully tug on my collar with her fingers playing over my torso and head. Which only drove me crazier.

Mistress Eliza kept up her gentle stroking of my head when she wasn’t teasing me, just the way she did when we were back home watching bondage videos on the couch. Home. I felt a little shiver. My prison was my home now in my mind. Oddly I didn’t feel outraged by the fact. I felt…safe. Protected. Cared for.

Weird.

Caitlin’s performance on the stage drew a few soft snorts from Mistress Eliza once or twice, but otherwise she maintained her careful composed viewing of the convention punishments. But that tension in her didn’t go away.

The minor offenders were eventually all dealt with, with the last pair having to spend an additional night in punishment cages, bound, and in chastity. If ever I attended BondCon again, I knew I’d never even think about trying to skip out on a check.

 “Now then, as promised we have a special treat for everyone here tonight.” Caitlin raised an arm grandly to the side of the stage, and I looked over. And froze.

Three Assistant Mistresses had appeared on the side of the stage, leading my three would be kidnappers. The tatters of their costumes had been removed, instead all were bound in bright white restraints. Panel gags silenced any complaints they might have made, while their arms were drawn severely back in tight armbinders. Large collars were securely locked around their necks, and ankle cuffs with chain completed their bondage. The two blondes were in the lead, their nurse and cop hats still respectively on, with their ringleader bringing up the rear, still wearing her bright red boots. My eyes were locked on her in particular, the rest of my body frozen. I knew they had been coming out, but still…

Before I could formulate much else along those lines my Mistress gripped my shoulders and pulled me in closer to her. I closed my eyes and buried my head into her leg, and she leaned down to plant a soft kiss on my hooded head.

“Hey, hey” She gently took the back of my head, and firmly turned my face to look at her, “I know its hard Davey, but I want you to watch ok? I want you to see what happens to those…those swine that tried to take you away from me.” Her voice was clipped from the tight leash she was clearly keeping on her temper, but I could see the tempest in her eyes. I nodded cautiously, still feeling a knot in my throat and she brought her face down until our foreheads were touching, staring into my eyes, “I’m right here with you Davey. Right here. They can’t take you away from me, ok? No one will ever steal you away.”

I nodded again a little more firmly, and the corner of her mouth quirked in a small grin, “I suppose this is a good way for you to see what’ll happen to anyone who ever tries to take you away from me, huh?” With that she planted a gentle kiss between my eyes and then gently urged me to look back at the stage, where the three prisoners were now arranged in a line facing the crowd. Caitlin stood to one side, and almost seemed to have been giving my Mistress a chance to calm me down. Because as soon as she saw that I was looking back at the stage, she began to pace back and forth, her face set and hard as she examined the three bound women.

“A serious infraction occurred earlier today ladies and gentlemen.” Caitlin’s words, though softly spoken, sounded quiet loud in the suddenly quiet room. The anticipation from the crowd was growing. No doubt many of them had heard, at something, of what had happened. The confrontation between my Mistress and these women.

 “These three…ruffians…” Caitlin’s eyes glinted, “thought their BondCon passes entitled them to free reign of everything here. To take what they pleased. So they attempted to abscond with a Mistress’ collared slave.”

There were some shocked gasps and murmurs of conversation. The three bound ladies darted glances around the room, but from what I could see there was little sympathy. But Mistress Caitlin was continuing,

“They tried to steal him away and then refused to return him peacefully when confronted. What’s more…” She fixed the three girls with a cold glare, “The Mistress you foolishly tried to steal from is a friend of mine.”

Whimpers came the two blondes. The redhead, while looking worried, was trying to hold it together.

Caitlin kept up her steady pacing back and forth in front of the three women, flicking at their bodies with her crop, savouring the building tension in the room. Having seen what she had dished out to everyone before this, people seemed interested in what the punishment would be. I was leaning against Mistress Eliza, her physical contact with me giving me comfort. I barely even considered how odd that was, I was just glad that her arm was still firmly holding onto me, proof that she was with me watching this show.

“Ordinarily, for something as heinous as this, you’d be banned from ever returning to BondCon.” Her grin widened at the whines from all three girls at that. She tapped a finger thoughtfully on her lips, her crop tracing the armbinder straps over cop blondie’s shoulders. Then she flicked it out to tap the redhead, prompting a muffled yelp, “Fortunately for you, Mistress Eliza, the woman you attempted to rob, has most graciously allowed me to offer an alternative punishment…”

I felt a stab of vicious satisfaction at the hope in their eyes for just a moment, disappearing in a flash back into the general apprehension I felt watching the girls. If just for a moment, I felt like gloating. If they knew what this option was going to be, maybe they would’ve opted to just never come back, with at least their dignity intact. My Mistress’ hand was gripping the crook of my neck and shoulder now. I didn’t even have to look up to know her eyes were locked on the three girls. The girls who had nearly stolen me away from her. I suppose their punishment could have been even worse coming from her…

Caitlin was turning back to the crowd now, gesturing with a flourish towards her bound victims, “Mistresses and Masters, ladies and gentlemen, please give a proper BondCon greeting to tonight’s, and every night’s, entertainment!”

A wash of applause and laughter, hungry with anticipation, filled the space. I shifted in my bonds again, flexing my arms. More than ever I was glad that my Mistress kept me hooded in public. Even in proximity, that hungry anticipation was scary.

The blonde sporting the nurse hat was swiftly strapped down to the bondage horse, the other two girls forced to their knees to watch their friend take the first round of Mistress Caitlin’s punishment. An Assistant Mistress stood behind each of the other girls, to ensure neither of them suddenly got cold feet. As Caitlin slowly eased behind her bound captive, every move made with calculated sensuality, a section of the stage under the bondage horse raised itself slightly by about a foot. Then, like one of those car show stands, it slowly began to rotate, ensuring that everyone was able to see every angle of the coming action.

Caitlin ran her hands along nurse blonde’s flanks, and then raked her nails along her buttocks, prompting a muffled squeal from the girl. This was rewarded with three swift spanks, which quieted her momentarily. Caitlin then took a deliberate step back and lightly began to run her crop along the blonde’s upper legs and butt, occasionally stopping to tease in between her legs with it too.

“Are you ready for your punishment, slut?”

I could see the girl squeeze her eyes shut, her arms struggling against the armbinder, and give a small jerk of her head in assent.

Caitlin grinned coldly, and then lashed out with the crop.

“MMMMMPPPPH!!!”

Four more blows followed in quick succession, prolonging that initial scream from the blonde. I sucked harder on my gag as I watched, torn between satisfaction and commiseration at the cropping. I knew exactly how much she was hurting now. Not that I was directing much pity towards any of the three.

As the cropping continued I suddenly felt a low buzz begin in my rear.

“Mmmmph!” I started in surprise, and heard a chuckle above me.

“See how easy I’ve gone on you Davey?” My Mistress’ voice was trying to be light, but there was no disguising the satisfaction she felt watching the first of the group receiving punishment. That fierce satisfaction was oddly comforting to me. Was that weird to be glad my kidnapper was super protective of me? I found that I had honestly stopped caring.

I mmmph’ed in response and her hand pressed my head into her leg, making certain that I could still see Caitlin working her magic. The cropping continued for a while. A long while. Caitlin would urge the girl to keep count of the strikes, and then deliberately ensure that she lost count, prompting further smacks with the crop. After the third time that blonde nurse lost count Caitlin tossed the crop down, moving forward to massage the slutty nurse’s behind. She was simply smoothing some clear cream onto it, and then signalled one of the Assistant Mistresses to unstrap the nurse from the bondage horse, the slutty blonde cop being next up for her cropping.

While this was happening Caitlin withdrew a small device and fiddled with it for a moment. Suddenly from the other side of my Mistress James gave a deep groan, and for a moment half folded over. I looked over in surprise as he panted into his gag, but then I could hear the buzzing sounds of his own security plug. Mistress Caitlin clearly wanted her slave to be horny as all hell from the level of vibrations she was subjecting him too. For a moment his eyes found mine. It was the weirdest mix of fear, pleasure, and frustration that I had ever laid eyes on. Although I’m sure I had a similar look in my eyes during my own captivity.

She looked towards our box then, her eyes on James for a moment, clearly revelling in her power over him. Then she turned back to the stage, with the cop and nurse having exchanged places. The nurse now kneeling next to the redhead, swaying slightly and glassy-eyed. The Assistant Mistress standing behind her kept a tight grip on her collar and leash, preventing any significant movement. The redhead was now clearly more worried than before, her eyes darting in between Mistress Caitlin and her friend. I was getting a little more turned on, my security plug encouraging me to keep my eyes on the scene unfolding on the stage.

Caitlin repeated her cropping strategy with the second blonde, while mocking her for her inability to keep a proper count. Every dozen strikes or so, she would carefully walk around her, fingernails tracing over her heaving flesh, prompting whimpers and whines from the girl. But no mercy was forthcoming. Not from Mistress Caitlin. Not for what these girls had done. Not yet.

Once the cop blonde too had been reduced to a quivering lump of jelly she too was unstrapped from the bondage horse and arranged next to her medical compatriot. The two of them now swayed, almost in tandem, their Assistant Mistresses keeping a tight hold on them. Now it was the redhead’s turn for the crop.

She struggled to her feet, trying to shrug off the guiding arms of her Assistant Mistress. She tried to scowl at Mistress Caitlin, but Caitlin just laughed and snagged her leash. Slowly, ever so slowly, she reeled her in to her, until the two women were standing almost nose to nose, Caitlin’s eyes boring into the redhead’s. I don’t know how she did it, but the girl managed to withstand those cold weighing eyes for over ten seconds before dropping her gaze to the floor. Caitlin gave a satisfied nod and then led her over to the bondage horse, shoving her up against it. Her ankles were swiftly secured, and then Caitlin moved to the front of the bondage horse, staring at the redhead again.

No words were said. But Caitlin didn’t need words. After a few more moments, where the crowd watched nearly silently, the redhead slowly lowered herself onto the horse. Caitlin made an approving noise and strapped the leather bands across her upper body. Finishing up with a patronizing pat of the girl’s head, Caitlin moved back to retrieve her crop and begin the prisoner’s punishment. As the crop went up in preparation for the first stroke the redhead’s eyes, searching around the room, found me and my Mistress. I felt as though they suddenly locked onto us, onto me, and then the crop came down.

“MMMMMM!”

“Sicne you were the ringleader of your little pack of outlaws, I think it’s only right that you take a little more than your compatriots hmmm?” Caitlin said in a brisk yet sensual voice, “After all, accountability starts at the top!”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“MMMMMPPPHH!!!”

Somehow the redhead kept her eyes open through the cropping. Through the hits, through Caitlin’s cruel teasing, through her own moans and screams, she kept them open. Locked on me and my Mistress. Whenever she would rotate out of sight of us would be when she would buck and squirm as the crop strikes rained down, shouting and screaming into her gag. But then she would come back into sight, and do her absolute utmost to keep her gaze steady on us. I found that I couldn’t look away, not even to close my eyes. Though Mistress Eliza kept up a soothing little string of encouragement anytime I began to squirm too much, or seemed to get too still. That was good. That kept me centred. Well, as much as anything could.

Caitlin kept the redhead on the bondage horse much longer, cropping away. As she began to wind down, two more bondage horses were wheeled out by those collared convention staffers, and swiftly strapped into place. The Assistant Mistresses stood their two still somewhat loopy charges up and led them over to where they were once more securely strapped down. With one final smack Caitlin stepped back from the redhead, turning to the rolling table filled with punishment paraphernalia, where the two Assistant Mistresses had gathered. My eyes roved across my three would-be abductresses, sucking harder on my cock gag as I took in the defeated slump of their shoulders and head. Though the redhead was staring back at the booth I was in, her eyes smouldering now. Though they seemed to be filled more with lust than anger. Seems she enjoyed submitting a little more than she had said.

“Mistresses and Masters, ladies and gentlemen, our three prisoners have endured their first of many croppings from me.” Mistress Caitlin stepped back up behind her redheaded prisoner, the girl’s head sinking slightly at the realization that it wasn’t over quite yet.

“They’ve been disciplined. Now…they’ll endure a tiny portion of the humiliation they inflicted on my friend and her slave.”

With that she stepped around and I could see she was wearing a strapon. So were the two other Assistant Mistresses. Each of the bondage horses now slowly rotated, spaced out as they were, until the crowd could see each Mistress-slave team from the side.

Acting in synch all three dommes reached forward and unbuckled the panel gags, revealed to house a rather large penis gag on the inside, and then positioned themselves in front of their respective subs. The two blondes tried to struggle as the rubber cocks neared them, but couldn’t make much headway. The redhead though, raised her eyes to look up at Caitlin, and then lowered them back down, shifting slightly in her bondage. My cock was tight against its cage, egged on by the plug buzzing steadily away in my rear. God this was hot. The thought spiked through my head in spite of myself, my eyes glued to the stage show. Mistress Caitlin was clearly in her element.

At a nod from her strapons were guided towards the girls’ mouths, to some sporadic cheers from the crowd. The cheers and whoops grew, amidst all three mistresses beginning to croon dirty encouragement to their respective subs. As I listened to their words, and watched as each of my tormentors was forced to suck rubber cock, I was more desperate than ever for release. I pressed even harder into my Mistress’ leg and moaned deeply into my own penis gag.

“Feeling a little hard up slave?”

I looked up at her, her eyes seeming a bit back to her normal mischievous look.

I nodded, “Mmmmph!”

She chuckled, “Well I think given everything that’s happened today we can relax the no sex at the convention rule.” A finger traced down my covered chest, teasing at my nipple through the weirdly comfortable material I had been wrapped in, “You’re not going to be able to move unaided after I’m through with you tonight.”

I groaned at the erotic promise in her words, twisting and thrusting myself up towards her. She laughed softly and pulled me in for a moment to forcefully kiss the panel of my gag, before pushing me back playfully.

“I don’t want you to miss much more of this Davey.” She nodded back towards the stage, her eyes becoming a bit harder. I turned back a bit, the forced strapon sucking still carrying on. I sneaked a glance over at James, who was still partly bent over from the force of vibrations in his rear.

“Don’t you worry about him slave.” My Mistress pressed two fingers on my chin, turning my head to face the stage.

It appeared to be the climax of the punishment show though. Caitlin and her two assistants finished with their strapons, and then flogged their prisoners for a short while. Then, possibly to give them a bit of a break all three Mistresses congregated at one end, starting with nurse blonde. One mistress began to flog her, while another fucked her mouth with a strapon. The third would tease her, little pleasant strokes, teasing words into her ears, all manner of things to excite her. After a few minutes they would rotate positions, until they had all gone through each place at least twice.

Then they repeated the same routine on cop blonde, leaving the nurse to recuperate as best she could while still in tight bondage. The room was filled with noise now. Some of the observers were playing with their slaves while watching now, adding to the general noise level. But the bulk of the room’s attention remained on the stage. On Mistress Caitlin and her two infernal helpers as they brought the weight of BondCon discipline down on the three unfortunate lawbreakers.

Finishing with the second blonde, the Mistresses grouped around the redhead. Once again she was subjected to a longer rotation of sucking, flogging, heated whispering, and teasing. After the first full rotation she was bucking against her restraints, though it seemed to me not so much trying to escape, but more trying to grind her way to an orgasm. But Mistress Caitlin and her helpers were far too careful for that, having avoided it thus far throughout their entire evening. No punishment slave was allowed to orgasm from their evening activities. No pleasure allowed for those who broke BondCon rules. I found myself kind of enjoying watching the stage show now. It was odd to not be on the receiving end of bondage discipline.

Eventually, mercifully from the perspective of the bound girls, Caitlin signalled her two helpers to stand back from the redhead. She carefully unstrapped her strapon harness, ensuring it stayed mostly in the poor girl’s mouth, and then leaned down to whisper something into her ears. Whatever it was I could see the girl shiver at Mistress Caitlin’s words, though from fear or desire I couldn’t say for sure. Then the dildo was drawn out of her mouth, and she was left in gasping freedom.

Caitlin waved for her two assistants to begin releasing the girls from their bondage horses, and spent a few moments basking in the cheers and applause from the crowd. Her performance seemed to have lit quite a few fires within the various couples and groups scattered around the room, from my limited view.

I tore my eyes away from watching a domme who had a slave worshipping each of her boots as snorts of laughter and a few more cheers brought my attention back to the stage. The three bound girls were upright now, and each of them had a domme fastening them into very secure looking chastity belts. I couldn’t help myself. That brought a small little smile around the rubber dildo in my mouth. Now there was a fitting punishment.

Mistress Caitlin stepped forward from where she had locked the belt around the redhead and with another flourish gestured at the three attempted kidnappers, “No pleasure for these ruffians until their sentence is fully carried out. And their sentence, everyone, is for the remaining duration of BondCon.”

A whoop sounded from somewhere to my right.

Caitlin smiled, “Before our new show slaves are stowed away in their cages for the night, I think perhaps some apology groveling is in order don’t you?”

The crowd clearly agreed.

I froze again as Caitlin tugged at the redhead’s leash, leading her off the stage, with the blondes following, making their way directly over. My Mistress stood up and stepped up so that she was standing a little in front of me as they approached. Nurse blonde was first, being tugged forward by her controlling domme. She dropped to her knees in front of my Mistress, stammering apologies, and planting repeated kisses on her boots. I blinked behind my hood’s lenses, the tension in my shoulders releasing ever so slightly.

Cop blonde followed, with much the same attitude. Her own apologies were slightly clearer than the nurse, but she was just as fervent in her kisses on my Mistress’ boots, begging for forgiveness. I looked up at my Mistress to see a slight curl of her lip saying just what she thought of those two. Then she looked down at me and her face softened, a hand finding the top of my head to gently rest against my hooded head. I bent my head to brush against her slinky dress, and then kept it there as I saw Caitlin prodding her redheaded prisoner closer.

As she neared and fell to her knees I stole a glance at her, feeling a little surprised as I saw she was glassy eyed with a far away look in them. I looked up at Mistress Caitlin for a moment, standing behind her sub, and she glanced at me for a moment, one eyebrow cocked. I flushed under my hood and tried to edge a little closer to my Mistress.

Redhead crawled closer on her knees, her arms still secure in her armbinder, and paused, her eyes fixed on my Mistress’ boots. She hesitated for a moment more and then bent down, planting a single long kiss on each boot. She raised her head slightly, still looking down, and managed a single, “Sorry Mistress.”

Without waiting for a response Mistress Caitlin yanked her back upright, even as she tried to meet Mistress Eliza’s eyes, and backed her away from us,

“Away with them!” Caitlin handed off the lead for redhead to nurse blonde’s mistress and hopped back up on the stage again as the three girls were led away, “Mistresses and Masters, ladies and gentlemen, thank you so much for your attendance here tonight! I do hope you, and your friends, are able to join me in future evenings to see our stars continue on the road to redemption. Thank you and good night!”

“See slave?” The soft words from my Mistress, and her hands, drew me up to stand on my feet, “Not too bad right? And now you know just what I’ll do to protect you from people like that.”

I looked at her, nearly at the same height with her in boots, my thoughts whirling with all the feelings that had been building up since she had rescued me. Her tenderness. Her fierce protection of me. Just…everything. I lunged forward, burying my face into her chest, knocking her back a half step. Shaking again a little.

I think I was starting to fall for her in a serious way…