The warm spring sun shone down on the bustling city street. Daniel strolled along the sidewalk, peering into the shop windows as his mind drifted. He had just finished writing his last university exam for the year that morning, and he was looking forward to a couple months of study free fun. His grades were high enough that he didn’t have to worry about finding summer work, though he was thinking about doing so anyway just for something to keep him from wasting his four months off. As he thought about what he was going to do for the summer his mind turned to thoughts of a certain store that had just opened up in town a few months back. He blushed as he thought of it, though no one around him knew his thoughts. It was a fetish store, with all manner of erotic items in the front windows that Daniel had spent a good amount of time looking at as discretely as possible. He’d never managed to pluck up the courage to actually go inside just yet, but he had walked by the shop just about every other day ever since he discovered it.

He turned down several side streets, his feet tracing their way down the route he always took. He rounded the corner of the final turn, and there it was. A small enough front to it, but Daniel had walked around the block and seen that the store extended quite far back, giving it plenty of space for all manner of things. His pace slowed as he approached the shop, his eyes drinking in the fetish apparel and equipment displayed in the windows. The centerpiece of the display was left over from last week, though Daniel couldn’t imagine anything taking its place until it was sold. It was a black catsuit, the sleek rubber material constantly catching the light. It started at the ankles of the mannequin and enfolded every last inch of it up to the neck, where the shop had placed a hood of similar material. The hood had a blindfold built into it with buckles showing where it could be detached if desired. The mouth was the only other opening.  Daniel had fantasized more than once about being in the catsuit, covered from head to toe in deliciously erotic black rubber, his vision cut off by the hood and blindfold. He trembled in spite of himself as he came up abreast of the window, stopping to stare at the glorious catsuit.

The other display pieces only added to his fantasies, restraints, boots, and other fetish costumes decorated the display interior. Daniel’s eyes traced over them briefly as his thoughts turned ever more to what it would feel like to try on all this equipment.

Should I go in? He thought. He’d always balked at actually going in, what if he saw someone he knew in there after all. They’d tell all their mutual friends that he had a kinky streak, and while he sometimes fantasized about that happening against his will, he was always snapped back to reality by the sheer level of embarrassment he would feel to have everyone know about his fantasies. Everyone knowing that he secretly wanted to be tied up would be the end of his social life as he knew it.

But then again, most of the people he knew had already left town. The only ones who were still here were writing exams later today. They certainly wouldn’t be walking around town, or perusing the fetish store. He vacillated for another minute, torn between finally satisfying his insatiable curiosity, and his reluctance to have other people see him in there. He walked over to the glass door and peered inside, his hand on the handle. There was no one in immediate sight so, his mind finally made up, he pulled the door open and stepped inside.

As his eyes adjusted to the interior he could see the shelves and rows closest to him, mostly filled with sex toys and the sort of stuff you would find at your average sex store. He could see signs for kinky clothing farther into the store, and figured that would be where he would find something of interest. He ventured further in, noting as he went that there were a few people in the shop with him, mostly a youngish group, all engrossed in their own searches. He breathed an internal sigh of relief, there had been a niggling fear in the back of his mind that everyone would turn and stare at him when he walked in, immediately knowing all his secret kinks.

He quickly made his way towards the back, the content of the shelves changing to more what he was looking for: bondage. He found himself in an aisle with all manner of leather restraints, from fairly straightforward cuffs, to armbinders, to full on leather straitjackets. Being surrounded by so much kinky bondage equipment was sending little shivers through his body. He ran his hands over a few of the sets, his mind rather far away, when someone cleared their throat behind him. He turned quickly, nearly spinning around, his face flushed as he looked at the person who was standing there, his mind already constructing his embarrassed excuses. When he saw who stood there he froze.

A woman was there, dressed in a fetish outfit. A PVC top with a liberal number of bright buckles and straps adorned her torso, exposing a pleasing amount of her ample cleavage without being too over the top. Her pants were made of a similar material, with a pair of knee high leather boots completing the set. His eyes had gone first to what she was wearing, but now they flashed back up to her face, where he was confronted not by a scornful or mocking look as he had half expected, but with a warm smile and sparkling eyes.

“I…” He stuttered out, to which the lady gave a laugh of gentle amusement

“I was just asking if you were finding everything alright,” She said, “I don’t think you’ve been in here before. I’m Alice, by the way.” She gave a brief wave to herself with a little chuckle.

“Ah…um, no this is my first time,” Daniel replied, still feeling that hot flush of embarrassment, though it was gradually receding, “I was just looking around, not really for anything specific…”

“You’re exploring the fetish section though right?” She stepped in closer and turned to look at the restraints in front of them, “Anything of interest here to you?”

“Well…” The awkwardness that had begun to dissipate roared back in full force. Coming in here had been difficult enough. Actually talking to someone about what he wanted was something else entirely, “I guess so. I don’t really have any experience with any of it.”

“Would you like to try some of it on to see if that’s what you’re looking for?” Alice asked, her fingers tracing over the leather restraints, “It doesn’t have to be anything too serious, and I can pop you right out of it if it’s not to your liking.” Seeing the look on Daniel’s face she gave another gentle laugh, “Don’t worry about anything. We get lots of first timers coming in with no real idea what they are looking for. I can show you some of the basic items that you can think about getting, but there’s no requirement to buy what you try on alright?”

“Ok,” Daniel’s voice was a little unsteady, he hadn’t been expecting a gorgeous PVC clad woman to be offering to help him experience bondage. If he didn’t take this opportunity he’d kick himself for the rest of his life, “I’ll take a look at some of it then.” He firmed up his voice.

“Wonderful!” Alice quickly turned to the shelf in front of them and, after a few moments thought, picked out a pair of black leather cuffs, “These are some of our more basic cuffs, nice and comfy. If you’ll just turn around I can show you how they feel.”

At those words Daniel got tingles down his back. Hoping that he wasn’t showing his reaction too much, he slowly turned around, and offered his wrists behind his back. Alice wrapped the cuffs gently around one wrist then the other. With a soft click they snapped together, and just like that Daniel was bound.

She was talking about the cuffs and how they felt, but Daniel was listening with only half an ear, still lost in the feeling of bondage, however light. He tested the cuffs, pushing out at them minutely as to avoid showing Alice just how much he was getting into the cuffs. They were solid though.

“So how do you like them?” Her question broke through his reverie

“They feel pretty good actually. This was a lot scarier in my head I guess,” Daniel chuckled nervously

“It always is,” Alice reassured him, “There’s nothing to be scared of about in bondage, and on top of that you are in my very capable hands. Totally safe.” She smiled and gave his arms a squeeze, “I can take those cuffs off before we go on, but if you’d prefer to experience them a bit more we aren’t going too far.”

“I’ll keep them on if I can,” Daniel said, thrilled that he could walk around with this gorgeous fetish lady while restrained.

“Excellent! See you’re getting into the spirit of things.” She grinned at him, “Follow me!”

With that she pushed past him, leading him deeper into the store. He hurried after her, the experience of being bound in public, even just trying the cuffs on, was quite stimulating. His nervousness, though still present, was swiftly being tamped down by excitement for having taken the plunge. Alice strode through the shelves of fetish gear, pausing occasionally to look at one item or anther before finally halting. Daniel stopped with her and drew his breath in, his mind a blend of anticipation and trepidation. Before them, racked upon the shelves, were all manner of hoods from the simple masks all the way up to full on bondage discipline helmets. His heart was beating quicker now, and he looked at Alice as she turned back to face him.

“So something else that people are interested in are our hoods. I figure since you are new to all this, and probably pretty nervous about people seeing you trying this stuff out even in here, you might want to wear one.” She gave him another one of those winning smiles, “I want to make sure that you don’t get self-conscious when considering whether or not to try something. If you pick one of the more involved leather hoods, no one will know who you are.”

Her logic was flawless, Daniel thought. That would have been the biggest obstacle in his mind to trying anything more intense than the bondage cuffs more than likely. At the very least he certainly didn’t want to walk around in more than the cuffs and have people see him. He nodded in reply and she turned back to select a hood. Daniel watched her as she did so, silently thanking whatever twist of fate had landed him in her gentle, enthusiastic, but above all understanding, care.

“I think we’ll go with this one,” Alice turned around and showed him her selection. The hood was made of thick black leather. It had two openings, one for the wearer’s mouth, the other an open strip for the eyes. Buckles on either side of both openings gave mute evidence of attachments that could blind and silence the wearer. It looked, in fact, quite similar to the one that crowned the catsuit of Daniel’s fantasies in the store window. Seeing this leather hood made him go slightly weak in the knees just imagining himself wearing it. He managed to nod and croak out some approximation of “sounds good” and then Alice went to work.

She unlaced the back and then began pulling the leather ensemble over his head. It was a fairly tight fit which, Alice explained, was good as it was meant to fit snugly to the head of whoever was wearing it. Any looseness could cause chafing or a rash, and you wouldn’t want that would you. Daniel agreed. Once the hood was settled in its proper place Alice began the process of tightening the laces, going all the way to the bottom and then retightening from the top down to account for any slack that might have occurred. Daniel savoured the sensations of leather enclosing his head and being tightened down until it felt nearly like a second skin.

Alice stood back as she finished, “Well don’t you look a treat.” She ran her hands over Daniel’s head, “How does that feel honey?”

“Just…amazing,” he breathed. He twisted in his wrist restraints, enjoying the eroticism of the moment.

“I’m so glad,” Alice gripped his arm and began leading him towards the fetish clothes section, “I’d like to add a couple more things and then I’ll show you yourself in the mirror and you can tell me what you think ok?”

Daniel concurred and she steered him down a couple more aisles before halting at a long table where a collection of bondage gear and fetish clothes had been laid out. She picked up another pair of leather cuffs, these ones connected by a two foot chain, and attached them to his ankles, her PVC covered body brushing against his legs and crotch. Daniel hoped that his growing erection wasn’t too evident, or at least that the PVC was thick enough for her not to have felt it. Next she brought out two leather straps which secured his arms to his chest, pinning his arms to his side. Finally she reached down to the table and picked up what looked like a wider, bigger cuff, though it was not part of a pair.

“Alright so this part might seem a bit weird,” Alice said, “Although I suppose your concept of weird has expanded just a bit since you came in huh?” she giggled.

Daniel laughed too. She had put him so very much at ease since encountering him. “I suppose it has,” he replied.

“Well this last bit is not really about restraining you in a physical sense, it’s more about putting you in a new state of mind.” Alice was playing around with the buckles on the leather item she held in her hands, looking at it and then looking deeply into Daniel’s eyes, “This is a bondage collar. When people are playing in bondage, the submissive partner commonly wears one of these to signify their submission to their dominant.” She held up the collar in her hands in front of Daniel’s eyes which could now stare at nothing else except that. It was a wonder his knees didn’t buckle then and there. She wanted to collar him. No matter that this was just to try out bondage gear, a hot dominant fetish wearing woman wanted to buckle a leather slave collar around his neck. Daniel’s mouth had gone dry. “I think it will really complete the look, and if you don’t like it you don’t have to buy it,” Alice finished.

“O…Ok” Daniel said, his voice sounding hoarse in his own ears.

Alice smiled at his assent and brought the collar down from Daniel’s vision to begin buckling it around his neck. He tilted his head down as she looked for the buckles and was rewarded with an approving sound from Alice and a murmured “good boy”. He thrilled at those words, they coursed through him for some unknown reason. The collar’s invisible presence snuggly tightened about his neck, and the sound of the buckles being secured told him he was now a collared slave, if only in his own mind.

Alice stepped back and looked him up and down, “Well I think that looks pretty darn good if I do say so myself,” she chuckled, “Let’s get you over to a mirror and let you have a look!”

She walked him down to the far end of the table to where a full length mirror was set up and turned him to face it. Daniel’s eyes widened as he drank in the sight before him. A bound man stared back at him out of the recesses of a tight leather hood which hid his identity. His servile status proclaimed for all to see by the black leather collar that was snugly secured to his neck. Alice stood back, watching Daniel, happily satisfied to have brought him from nervous novice to a leather bound boy in less than an hour. Daniel looked over at her, the smile on his face half hidden by the hood, but the happiness in his eyes unmistakable.

“Oh thank you so much Alice! This is absolutely incredible!” He gushed, “Could I, would I be able to maybe try on a catsuit like the one in the front window? I’ve always wanted to be just covered in leather or latex!”

Alice grinned, “I would love to help you with that sweetheart.” Just then a telephone on the table began to beep. Alice sighed and went over to pick it up. Daniel continued to admire his new fetish appearance in the mirror as Alice had a short conversation before hanging up the phone and coming back over to him, “Honey, I am so sorry but I have an appointment that, in the midst of getting you all set up, I completely forgot about,” Daniel’s heart fell as she said this, instantly seeing this amazing day come to a shuddering halt. But then she continued, “We would have had to take all of this off to get you into a catsuit anyway so I’ll tell you what. My appointment will only last for a couple of hours, so I can let the clerk at the front know to expect both of us back here around that time. I can untie you, you can go out and about for a bit, and then meet me back here in a few hours and we’ll try out your restraints with you in a catsuit. How does that sound?”

“Awesome!” Daniel’s enthusiastic reply was immediate, “I didn’t want this day to end so quickly. Alice you’ve been just incredible, I don’t think I’ve ever met someone more understanding than you!”

“Well honey I have to be. I couldn’t do what I do for very long without understanding that people have their kinks. A lot of them are like you when you first walked through the door. You just need to be taken and shown that there is nothing wrong with what you want. I’ll show you that when you come back ok?”

After that Alice went about untying him. She left the hood and collar until last, somehow managing to undo the hood eventually without removing the collar. With that off she stood in front of Daniel with a mischievous grin on her face and asked, “What would you say if I told you I was going to leave that on?”

The next few hours seemed to crawl by as Daniel wandered the streets near the store, never moving more than a few blocks away. The crowds surged and then began to disperse as he aimlessly walked around, his mind never straying from his impending return to Alice for long.

At last he determined that he had spent enough time away and headed back to the store. As he approached the door it opened, a pair of girls exiting the store. Both were chatting animatedly about some sort of fetish party that was happening tonight, although Daniel’s attention was snagged by their tight leather outfits that they had just finished purchasing. The one in the lead noticed him as he passed them going in and gave him a suggestive wink and giggled as he flushed in response. Then he was past them and re-entered the store.

“Hello there,” The clerk behind the front desk greeted him, “Can I help you?”

“Uh, I’m supposed to meet with Alice?” Daniel replied, “Is her appointment finished?”

The clerk nodded with a smile, “Yep, she just came in a few minutes ago, so I’m sure she will join you shortly.”

“Ok, thank you.” Daniel headed towards the back where he and Alice had been before. As he passed through the store he noticed that there was hardly anyone left. Guess they must all be getting ready to go to that party, he thought.

He reached the fitting area and gave a small sigh of relief. Alice was already standing there, her flame red hair still in a messy ponytail, the pile of fetish gear still on the table from his last fitting experience.

“Hello sweetheart, I’m so glad you were able to make it back.” Alice said, striding forward and wrapping an arm around his back to guide him towards the table. Daniel was in heaven as her PVC clad body pressed against his own. “I’ve brought the catsuit out for you to try. If you are still feeling a little self-conscious there is a booth just off to the side there where you can get out of your clothes.”

“Ok.” He replied, his mind racing.

The catsuit was pushed into his hands and then he was gently steered into the booth. “If you have any trouble in there, let me know and I can come in to help you.” Alice said from outside.

His clothes came off in a mad scramble, so eager was he to try on the glorious fetish outfit that he had been fantasizing about for so long. He began to slowly tug the rubber up his legs, the material clinging tightly as he smoothed it out. He had to stop several times to control his increasingly ragged breathing, but eventually managed to get the catsuit on up to his waist. It was at that point that a knock on the door sounded and was swiftly followed by Alice opening the door.

“Oh you are just looking incredible. Let me give you a hand with the rest of it, it does up from the back and takes a second person.” She pulled Daniel out of the booth, though he willingly followed where her hands directed him. She stood him in front of the mirror and began pulling the suit further up his torso, further encasing him in restrictive rubber. He stood as still as possible, a slight sway from side to side, as he enjoyed the feeling of being clothed in rubber by Alice. She had brought the catsuit up to cover his chest, and now began to finish up his arms.

She tugged both his arms fully into the sleeves, sprinkling some powder into them to help his limbs get all the way through, and his hands emerging as one of the few remaining uncovered pieces of his body. From the mirror his entire body appeared to be covered in somewhat loose fitting rubber. Then Alice tugged the back flaps towards the centre of his back and began to zip up the back zipper on the suit. Suddenly the suit began to get much tighter, the rubber stretching across his chest and limbs. Daniel grunted as Alice brought the zipper up to the neck of the suit, the catsuit now tightly enfolding him from ankles to neck.

“Ooooooh” Daniel moaned, running his hands over the rubber.

“That feels pretty good doesn’t it?” Alice said, running her hands down his back, “Are you ready for the hood?”

“Yessss” He hissed the words out in anticipation as she held the hood up in front of his face. At his nod it was lowered over him, the rubber hood engulfing his head in its tight embrace. She swiftly tightened the laces from the top of the hood down to the nape of his neck, intersecting with the neck of the catsuit. Alice smoothed the hood over his head, pressing down on the rubber and running her hands all over his head and shoulders.

Alice gripped him by his shoulders, favouring him with another one of her engaging smiles, and shifted him around to face away from the mirror. She drew his arms slowly behind his back and the leaned forward, “I’ve got a different idea in mind for your restraint this time, does that sound good to you?” Her voice was breathy in his ear.

He nodded jerkily and she chuckled as she drew back from him, “Good boy.” She began pulling a rubber sheath up both of his arms, bringing them closer and closer together, “This is an armbinder Daniel. I think you’ll really grow to like it.” She chuckled again.

The sheath came up to above his elbows, and then she began looping straps over his shoulders and chest, further pining his arms to his body and securely restraining him. Daniel maintained a chorus of grunts and moans as Alice tightened his torso bondage down. Once the armbinder was fully secured she grabbed the ankle cuffs off the table and, without missing a beat, bent down to secure them around his ankles. As Alice finished buckling them around his ankles she slowly rose back to her feet, trailing her fingers along his rubber covered legs, dragging another moan of delight out of Daniel.

“OK Daniel, now for the final piece of your outfit,” Alice said, coming back in front of the restrained young man. The same black leather collar from earlier the day dangled from her outstretched index finger. Alice grinned over her outstretched hand, “Are you going to be my good boy?”

“Ye…yes…” Daniel moaned, dropping his eyes from hers to stare at the collar and drink in its promises of submission to another.

Alice moved forward and swept the collar around his neck, buckling it snugly with the same erotic slowness as the first time. Her smile broadened as she stepped back, “Oh, you do look wonderful with a collar on Daniel. It looks so natural with your whole rubber look too. Here, let’s have you take a look at the finished product.”

Alice guided him over to the mirror and Daniel once again drank in the sight of his new outfit. He had been completely consumed by rubber, head to toe in its slippery embrace. His arms were secure in the rubber armbinder, completely useless to him now.

Alice smiled behind him, “Didn’t I tell you that you look wonderful as a rubber slave Daniel?” She ran her hands over his head and neck again, standing close enough that he could feel the pressure of her fetish outfit covered body. He nodded breathlessly in response, not entirely confident he could keep his voice if he spoke. He remained standing still in front of the mirror while she sashayed off to the table once again. Daniel lost track of her for a few moments before she reappeared in front of him holding what appeared to be a bundle of straps with a large panel in the middle.

“Well Daniel since you don’t feel like answering me, perhaps I should make sure you don’t feel obligated to talk. This is a harness gag. Bondage slaves like you get to wear them all the time.” Alice grinned, “You want to feel what its like to be a real rubber slave don’t you?”

Daniel nodded jerkily.

“I want to hear you say it Daniel.”

“I…I want to feel like…like a rubber slave.” The words tumbled out of his mouth as he stared at the harness gag.

“You want to feel like a rubber slave, Mistress.” Alice’s voice took a slightly hard edge. Daniel looked at her quickly, and she smiled at him again, “Slaves refer to their tops as Mistress or Master. Whenever you aren’t gagged, to enhance your experience, I want you to call me Mistress.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Daniel said, thrilling at speaking those words after spending so long fantasizing about it.

“Good boy,” Alice brought the gag up to his mouth, “Open wide sweetheart.” The involved harness gag swarmed over Daniel’s head as its medley of straps were pulled tight one by one and cinched tight. The ball gag behind the panel filled Daniel’s mouth and the panel pressed itself tightly against his mouth.

“Mmmmph!”

“Yes it’s a rather effective gag isn’t it?”

“Mmm hmm!”

Alice chuckled and then brought out a leash and clipped it to the front of Daniel’s collar, “How about we go for a little walk?”

She tugged him after her and led him further down the fetish aisles to where several large leather cushions had been arranged against the wall. Alice coaxed Daniel onto the cushions, laying him down and then bringing his ankle cuff chain up and linking it with the bottom of the armbinder. With that done she wrapped the end of the leash around a tie down point on the wall that was artfully concealed by the leather cushions. Daniel grunted as he tested out the hogtie he now found himself in. He was now completely restrained in the rubber outfit of his dreams, not to mention gagged and collared by this amazing fetish goddess!

“There we are Daniel. I’ve still got to do a few things around the store before we close up for the night. But in the meantime I’m going to leave you here to enjoy your new outfit and restraints ok?”

“Mmmph!”

“I thought you’d like that.” Alice gave his ass a playful swat, “You enjoy your new status as a rubber slave, and I’ll come back when I’m ready to close down the store.”

With that she walked out of his frame of view, leaving him to writhe around in his bondage. He was loving every moment. The bondage was tight and inescapable, not like the occasional bouts of self-bondage that he had experienced where real struggling would have undone the bonds. No this had all been fashioned together by Alice, Mistress Alice, a true craftswoman of BDSM. Daniel intended to enjoy every moment he could before the inevitable end of this glorious day.

Within his rubber prison time seemed a strange concept to Daniel, he had no way of telling how much time had passed. Not that he desired to know, bound up in the rubber outfit of his dreams. He could vaguely hear the noise of the few remaining customers from the front, as well as the faint music from the store speakers. But apart from that, he found it a strangely peaceful experience to lie there, utterly bound and helpless, and simply…be.

 

He was startled out of the half-awake state that he had drifted into by a hand stroking his hooded face, “Hiya Daniel. Seems like you’ve been enjoying yourself huh?” Alice was back.

He grunted, “Hmmh mmmm!”

She chuckled as she released his hogtie, and picked up his leash from the wall, “Well I’m glad. Now let’s get you up and taken care of hmm?”

Daniel grunted again. He had forgotten that this was to be such a temporary escape. It had felt so good just to release any thought beyond existing in his tight little bondage cocoon. But now it was coming to an end, and he probably couldn’t afford anything beyond a couple pairs of cuffs and the gag he wore. It was a little depressing.

Alice in the meantime had helped him to his feet while he was engrossed in his thoughts. With a firm tug on his leash she led him towards the front, her PVC enclosed ass swaying invitingly in front of him. Daniel felt the tug of his fantasies again: here he was, in the bondage suit of his dreams, with a dominant lady towing him around via a leash. Dreams really do come true, if only temporarily.

They reached the front, with not another soul in sight apart from the cashier. She had changed her outfit since Daniel had last entered the store, exchanging her more or less normal business attire for a sexy black rubber catsuit, with matching boots. Her dark brown hair drawn back in a ponytail similar in style to Alice’s own, she glanced up from the small bag she’d been busy packing as Alice came into view, tugging Daniel behind her.

“Hey Alice. Finishing up with your intro?” She grinned

Alice smiled, “Just about.” She turned to Daniel, pulling him forward to the counter, “Daniel this is my friend Claire. She’ll be able to ring up any purchases you might want to make from the ensemble you’re wearing now.”

Daniel grunted in response, eyes a little downcast. Well, this was it.

“Although…” He looked back up as Alice spoke, a thoughtful look in her eyes for a moment, “How about I give you one more deal?”

“Hmm?”

“Well I’m betting you don’t have nearly enough to get the whole outfit, which is what you’d really like right?”

“Mmm hmm!” Daniel nodded empathetically.

“Well then. Claire and I are actually going out to a fetish party tonight. She’s intent on hunting down a new playmate, but I’d prefer to avoid that,” Alice smiled and pulled Daniel in a little closer, “So here’s my offer. Come with me to the party tonight as my submissive, and I’ll buy this entire outfit for you. Heck, maybe I’ll even throw in one or two extra bits for good behaviour. But you have to be a willing participant until the end of the party.”

Daniel’s eyes widened a bit, that had been the last thing he thought she was going to suggest! He buzzed into his gag a bit, thinking. Alice chuckled and pulled him in even closer, stroking his hood covered face, “C’mon sweetie. This is a great opportunity to keep that little exploratory spirit of yours alive. I don’t think you’ll get many opportunities like this again hmm?”

That made up his mind. Daniel jerked a nod, mumbling something in the affirmative.

Alice smiled, “Wonderful!” She whipped out a credit card.

Claire, who had been watching the little scene play out with amusement, shook her head with a chuckle and plucked the card from Alice’s hand, “You haven’t even seriously played with him, and he’s already yours.”

Alice shrugged, “What can I say, we’ve got a tight bond.” She winked at Daniel and gave his leash a tug, prompting a pained chuckle from Claire at the pun.

With the purchase swiftly completed, Daniel didn’t have much to do as the ladies completed their last few tasks of closing down the store. That done, Alice gave him a quick little spank on his catsuit covered rump and got him moving towards the door. Once outside Claire locked the door, and the fetish trio were off.

The afternoon sun was now well hidden behind buildings, lending the streets a dusky twilight that Daniel found quite nice. Especially as he was being paraded down a normal street, with normal people still around, in a kinky bondage outfit! In spite of himself, he found his eyes darting towards people as they passed them, and felt himself flushing as some glanced his way. He found himself beginning to slow a bit, and he began to edge further to the side, trying to put Alice and Claire between him and other pedestrians.

Alice noticed as he began to shy away and took hold of the point where the leash met his collar, pulling him in close to her, “Hush my little sub, no one can recognize you under all that delicious rubber. You’re safe in my hands. I won’t let anything happen to you, ok?”

Daniel managed another nod, buoyed up a little by her encouragement.

“This is supposed to be a fun night for you Daniel. A nice bondage introduction with Claire and I, alright?”

He nodded again, a little more confidence in the movement. She was right. No one but Alice and Claire knew it was him under all his kinky clothes and bondage. He could cut loose tonight, and they would be there to keep him safe.

The remainder of their walk passed without incident, though it was fairly quick anyway. Within five minutes Daniel could hear muffled music, and could see that the people in the streets had changed from ordinary end of day shoppers to fellow kinksters dressed in all manner of outfits. He looked around, curious about the other attendees outfits, but Alice and Claire forged ahead, making a beeline for the entrance.

Alice waved at a woman dressed in leather standing just outside the door, making a quick gesture to include herself, Claire, and Daniel. The woman waved them in, past the larger line that was being slowly admitted by a few security guards.

“See Daniel, you get the VIP experience here with us.” Alice said, mouthing a quick word of thanks to the lady at the door over the noise, “That’s Mistress Serene. She helped organize this party, and I provided the venue. And she’s a good friend of ours.”

This little tidbit carried the trio through the doors and into the main entrance area of the club. Daniel stopped dead in his tracks as he took in the scene in front of him. The main entrance opened directly onto a slightly raised platform, from which guests descended to the main club space. It was large enough that there were two separate bars running along the right and left from the entrance way. A dance floor dominated the centre of the club, with a raised stage directly opposed the entrance. But it was the people who really attracted his attention. All manner of kinky costumes could be seen from where he stood, with many of their owners engrossed in bondage play with one another. It was like a whole new world.

He followed Alice down the few steps which brought them onto the main floor, and then over to a small table close to one of the bars. She seated herself and then, with a grin, pointed at a spot in front of her on the floor. He flushed under the hood at the gesture, a heady combination of embarrassment and horniness running through him. Down onto his knees he went, struggling a bit with his arms pinned tightly behind him. Once on his knees, Alice reached down and pivoted him around so that he was facing out from between her legs, with a good view of the goings on. Her hand settled onto his hooded head, an air of proprietary comfort in the gesture. Claire settled herself across from Alice in the booth, her booted feet crossed at the ankle in front of her, directly in front of Daniel. He was trapped in this booth with them, his only available action to drink in the kinky festival in front of him. Daniel trembled in his bondage; God this was hot.

Alice’s hand began to stroke along his hooded head. Daniel leaned back into it, his eyes lidding, and moaned into his gag. He distantly heard her chuckle at his reaction, but he didn’t care. This was amazing. She was amazing.

He continued to kneel there for a time, the fetish club activity passing him by as he watched, secure in his position by Alice’s feet. Then, he felt the stroking hand on his head begin to fiddle with the straps of his gag. It came free with a wet pop, and then Alice’s hands were on his shoulders, encouraging him to turn around. He shuffled through the motion, flushing as he came face to face with her wide grin.

“Enjoying yourself Daniel?”

Daniel stuttered for a moment, “Ye-yes…Mistress.”

She ran a hand down the side of his hooded head, “Good boy.”

The words sent a little shiver down Daniel’s back, and he drew a sharp breath in as her legs briefly tightened around him, squeezing him.

“I think it’s time for you to start demonstrating some gratitude for your day so far,” Alice said, a finger curling up under Daniel’s chin, “Why don’t you start by giving my boots some attention…slave?”

He squirmed in pleasure at her use of the word slave, a thrill of pleasure shooting through him. She released his chin and he shifted backwards, and bent down, his tongue hesitantly flicking out over her right boot. An approving noise came from Alice, and that sealed it for Daniel. He applied himself more vigorously to his boot worship task, kissing and licking the gorgeous kinky boots of his mistress for the evening. Above his lowly station Alice and Claire chatted about this and that, a great part of their initial conversation seemingly focused on work and the fetish shop. Occasionally one of them would run a hand or foot across his back or butt, drawing moans from Daniel as he continued his boot worship.

“Ooooh!” Claire suddenly broke offer her conversation with Alice and perked up, “Target spotted.”

“Hmm?” Alice smiled indulgently down at Daniel, and then cocked an eyebrow at Claire.

Claire nodded towards a small cluster of giggling women who had just entered the club. At their centre was a lady dressed in white leather, a little crown perched on her head, and a white ball gag jammed in her mouth. Her hands were cuffed behind her back, and she was being frogmarched into the club with a woman on either side. The rest of her little posse kept fairly close, and they moved off, slightly past where Alice and Claire were sitting, to make themselves a home closer to the stage. The bride to be was sat down and secured to a chair near the table, and the party appeared to be getting underway.

“You are not kidnapping the future bride Claire.”

“First of all, you’re no fun.” They both stuck their tongues out at each other, and Claire giggled, “Secondly, I’m not gunning for her. Not tonight at least. If she and her man are back here in the future though…they may both wind up in my ropes for the night.”

Alice smiled at the thought, “It would certainly make a unique honeymoon experience for them.”

Daniel moaned, and Alice reached down to give his hooded head a little pat.

Claire grinned, “Anyway, I think I’ll bag a bridesmaid for myself tonight. Have to figure out which ones actually are bridesmaids of course.” She eyed the group, who were now attempting to get some of their booth neighbours to tickle the bride to be, “Maybe they need a helping hand…?”

She got up from the table and then swayed over, towards the bachelorette party. All the languid grace of a hunting cat. Her bag from the store casually hanging from one shoulder.

“Hhmmph?”

Alice chuckled at the muted question from Daniel, and looked down to find him staring at her, a little wide eyed from the conversation, busy kissing her booted knee. She gave the leash a little tug, getting a little flash of pleasure as Daniel closed his eyes a bit and moaned.

“Feeling secure, my little slave boy?”

Daniel nodded, his eyes half closed inside the hood.

“Claire enjoys hunting down new playmates and subjugating them. Don’t worry though, you’re safely off limits from her. My collar. My boy.”

Daniel shivered at the gentle, though matter of fact, pronouncement of his status here. He loved her effortless dominance.

“Benefits of owning this little establishment, and the fetish store where you went through your kinky looking glass, is that I get to make the rules.” Alice smiled again at Daniel, and then tapped her boot indicating that he should keep going.

“Claire, and a few other select Mistresses, are allowed to utilize my club as a hunting ground for new submissives. It’s all in the little agreement people have to sign before entering,” Alice stroked Daniel’s head as the latter planted kisses along the top of her boot, “Just for the evening, at least initially. At the end of the night they get three choices: Remove the collar, and be banished from my club. Go home with their Mistress as their slave for a weekend, or 48 hours. Or, they can be a club slave for five nights here.” Alice smiled down at Daniel as he made a little choking noise, “I have quite an extensive staff at times, little one.”

“But, anyone wanting to leave with a slave has to run it by me first. I try to make sure impulses are reined in a little,” Alice gave a nod towards where Claire had managed to get three of the club staff, and a couple patrons, crowded around the bachelorette party. About a third of the bachelorette group had been, or were in the process of being, tied up. Though the two boys that Claire had convinced to come over to play were kneeling in front of the bride to be, webs of ropes locking their upper body in box ties, and their legs frogtied. Each had been given responsibility for one of the bride’s boots, and were kissing and licking them. Claire meanwhile, was in rather animated conversation with the main group of the ladies, part way through an involved demonstration about how to hogtie someone. The unfortunate, or fortunate, individual was another male who had started off tickling the bride to be, and had rapidly found himself stripped to his underwear, gagged, and now bound on a table surrounded by hungry expressions.

Alice shook her head with an indulgent smile, “This way at least every one eventually finds their way home.” She traced the collar around Daniel’s neck, “Or finds a new home…”

It made for a tranquil little scene in the midst of the goings on in the fetish club. Mistress Alice, surveying her establishment from the comfort of her booth. And Daniel, worshipping her boots in his rubber and leather bondage, ensuring via his presence that Alice wasn’t bothered with requests.

After a while a club slave came mincing over to them. Daniel looked up briefly from his boot ministrations and gave a little moan. He felt his cock once again pressing against the catsuit.

The club slave, a blonde girl, was dressed in a rubber French Maid outfit. Her hands were shackled to a belt that was locked around her waist, and her ankles were cuffed in a similar manner to his own. She was wearing a Gwendoline hood, which left her eyes and nose area exposed, but covered everything else. From the slight bulge around her mouth, she was also well gagged. Her blonde hair was pulled out the back in a ponytail. Finishing off her look, and what Daniel’s eyes zeroed in on, was the collar, a virtual twin of his own, which was locked around her neck. As she bent down to set a glass of wine next to Alice, he caught a glimpse of the tag which dangled from the front D-ring: Property of Mistress Alice

“Thank you Kate.” Alice gave another of her warm smiles at the girl, reaching out to squeeze her rubber covered rear, “Would you like to say hi to my new sub?”

Kate looked down at Daniel and gave him little wave with her bound hands. Daniel gave her a tentative little smile, eyes still a little wide at her. At a nod from Alice, Kate stepped back and bustled off back towards the bar. Daniel’s eyes followed her progress, and then went back to Alice when the latter gave a chuckle,

“Like her outfit honey? All club slaves more or less wear something similar, though Kate’s one of my personal projects.” Alice smiled down at Daniel, and stroked his head with a proprietary air, “She was part of a sorority group who decided to have an end of year party here. I don’t think they really understood the rules at the start of the night, but they sure did by the end. Half of them got snapped up by various Mistresses within the first hour. Midway through I think a few of them realized they were being picked off, but by the end of the night every one of those girls was bound and collared.”

Daniel’s eyes were wide inside his hood. His cock was rock hard as he listened to Alice’s story.

“Kate ended up sticking around, so I took her on as my own little project.” Alice grinned, “She’s done quite well.”

“Whoooo-hooooo!” Claire came bouncing back over to the table, “Mission accomplished!”

She flicked the leash she was holding in her hand, and a girl staggered into Daniel’s view. She was wearing white knee high boots, with latex shorts and a top. Claire had folded her hands into a boxtie, and then secured them in a rubber sheath in that position behind her. A white collar was buckled around her neck, the leash tailing off to Claire’s hand, and a large white panel gag kept her quiet. Her blue eyes stared out, wide as she saw Alice and Daniel.

“Who is this?” Alice asked, reaching out to take the girl’s hip.

“Didn’t really get a name,” Claire giggled, reeling in the leash and then pressing the girl down onto her knees, “She was curious about the club slaves, so I offered an intro. She’s going to play with me over the weekend.”

The girl took a sharp breath and moaned into her gag, her eyes darting between Alice and Claire.

“And she’s one of the bridesmaids!” Claire squealed, “The other two are rather enthralled with the boys I roped up for the bride and for my hogtie demonstration.”

Alice looked back over towards the bachelorette table, where the bride was still secured to her chair, being attended to by her two bound boys. One of the bridesmaids was alternating between a riding crop and her hands to encourage the boys in their ministrations, and to keep the bride excited. Two girls were tending to the hogtied boy on the table, an array of club provided toys stacked on the table next to him. Several of the other girls had disappeared from the table. Alice thought she could pick one or two of them out at tables further towards the back. It seemed white restraints were the order of the day for the girls.

“How did that go down so fast?” Alice asked, a little bemused.

“I have a certain talent for distraction,” Claire said, running her hands over her new sub, “Plus I had some help from others looking for playmates tonight.” She grinned.

“Ok, but Claire,” Alice caught her eye, “The bridesmaids at least have to be back in time for the day ok?”

“Fine,” Claire kissed the top of her captive’s hooded head, “Gives me all weekend to play with little miss bashful here.” The girl moaned in response and Claire gripped her tighter, whispering something near her ear which elicited another, longer moan.

Alice tapped Daniel on the head, and when he turned back from looking at Claire and her prisoner, he was met with the business end of his panel gag.

“Mmmmmpppphh!”

Alice chuckled as she tightened down the straps, “Well Claire, I think I’ll retire for the evening. Usual rules apply. And I think we’ll allow the party group to spend the weekend, if they want.”

“Yay!! And any boys they choose to keep right?”

Alice gave a weary smile, “Yes, and any boys they want. But they have to have them collared, and by their table by midnight. Any captures after that will fall under the normal policy.”

With that she stood up and helped Daniel up to his feet. He gave a questioning “mmpph?”

“Oh no, we aren’t done playing.” Alice reeled him in until they were almost touching nose to nose, “I’ve got rooms set aside for us in the back. You’re coming home with me tonight slave boy. I’ve got all sorts of things to show you.”

“Mmmmmmmm” Daniel moaned, and Alice gave him a warm smile, now edged with just a hint of hunger

“I do hope you haven’t made any plans, because as of the moment we left my shop, you have only one goal: Becoming a bondage slave worthy of my collar.” Daniel groaned as Alice ran her fingers over the bulge in his catsuit, “And we’ve got plenty of time for your training.”

She picked up the leash and led him away from the table, into the rear of the club. Reaching a door she punched in a string of numbers into a keypad and then opened the door. A lavish space was revealed which, as she tugged him through, Daniel could see was laid out seemingly like an apartment. Tasteful furniture was juxtaposed with a bondage horse, St. Andrews Cross, and a large cage at the foot of the magnificent bed. Alice turned around, and planted a forceful kiss on Daniel’s gagged mouth,

“Welcome home.”