Lady Rubina’s show sure enough was our first stop of the day. I happily burbled to myself as Jake carefully navigated the trolley through the still milling crowd. Eliza walked next to me, a slight smile tugging at the corner of her mouth as she saw the stage. And what was already set up on the stage. If I hadn’t been so thoroughly…thoroughly…gagged I probably would have had at least a small smile too.

The stage for her performance was already set up, for the most part. A young lady, evidently Lady Rubina’s bondage model for today, had been bound to a short pole on the stage. From where I was, I could just see the top of the pole coming up about a foot above her head. The girl herself was roped to the pole, wrists bound around it, with ropes anchoring her at the chest, waist, thighs, and ankles. She appeared fairly relaxed, I recognized the distant look on her face from my own lengthy experience under Eliza’s ropes.

I lost sight of her for a moment as Jake changed direction.

“Mmmph!”

“It’s alright bud, just getting us to the VIP area. You’ll have a better view there.”

I gave a happy, though muffled, grunt of acceptance. Sure enough once he had maneuvered me through the final vestiges of the throng, there was a small cordoned off area that was clearly reserved for any VIP members who happened to be stopping by. Eliza flashed her wrist band at the fellow who subsequently unhooked the felt barrier and allowed the three of us to enter. Jake brought me to a halt, and then came around in front of me, locking down the wheels of the trolley. I would be stuck fast, and able to squirm about, and the thing wouldn’t be going anywhere. I bobbled my hooded head about a bit, the only part of me I could really move, and he grinned.

“Well he seems to be excited for the show.”

“Sexy dancing and bondage, what’s not to love about that?” Eliza asked. She settled down in a chair on one side of me, Jake on the other.

I cocked my head to look over at Eliza. She turned to look at me, and I tried to wiggle in my cocoon, succeeding only in shaking my head about some more. Failing at that I tried to imbue as much of my hidden smile as possible into my eyes. Her slight smile widened a bit and she reached out to rest a hand along the back of my head.

“I don’t think it’s possible for you to get more adorable Davey.”

I leaned my head back into her hand, and gave a satisfied “Mmmph!” This was the only way to enjoy a show.

We didn’t have long to wait. Music began to waft down from carefully emplaced speakers around the stage. It was an interesting blend, though I couldn’t hear it clearly enough to properly describe. Whatever it was, it got your blood up and pumping. And with thirty seconds of that music playing, Lady Rubina stepped out onto the stage.

She had a dancer’s sensuous stride as she made her way towards her trapped victim. Her fiery red hair fell about her head and shoulders, the seemingly careless arrangement adding to her image. She was wearing purple, leather looking pants, with a similar top that left her arms bare. She twirled her arms a bit, her eyes sweeping the crowd as she did so, a lazy grin suffusing her face.

“Mmmmm!”

“Seconded.”

Eliza chuckled, “Well picked.”

The girl on the stage, seeing Rubina approach her, began to moan and move and struggle against her bonds. It did her little good, but did seem to encourage Rubina as she approached. She drapped an arm over the girl, her other arm grabbing the girl’s thigh. Then, a teasing kiss trailed across her gag. A drawn out moan from the girl, as she squirmed in her ropes. And then Rubina began to dance.

Swirling, whirling around the girl. Her hands flicked out. Touching. Teasing. Stroking. Here a touch of her fingers, there a leg pressed to the girl’s own. And then behind, pressed close. A breath into the girl’s ear. A whispered something. And then, away she twirled, a sly smile on her face.

I knew my eyes were just about bugging out of my head as I watched this…this exquisite routine. I squirmed in my own bindings, as I watched the girl struggle in hers.

The music began to alter in pitch and tone, becoming more of a throbbing sort of beat. Rubina was closer to the girl now. Less spinning and dancing around. Now she was never not touching her, always contact of some sort as she twisted and rocked around her. Every now and then, often enough when the girl would give out a particularly loud moan, Rubina would flash a look over the audience. Her gaze like crackling fire, her smile confident and hungry.

“How’s that cage of yours Davey?” Eliza murmured, and snorted a laugh at my grumbled response.

Rubina was in front of the girl now, pressed in close. Her hips gyrated as she moved side to side, and then more slowly up and down the now thrashing bound girl. The model’s moans were audible enough from where I was packed, even with my hood and layers underneath. Rubina caught the girl’s head with a hand as it moved, whispering more secret words to her. The girl let out an almighty moan at whatever was said, her own hips desperately trying to thrust at Rubina through her bondage. Her movements, still sensual though faster now, were perfectly timed with the throbbing of the music. Without seeming to separate from the girl she wound her way around the poletied model, her eyes occasionally flashing out to the audience. But her gaze seemed to truly crackle when she looked at her captive, who could see every sultry glare Rubina had for her.

Then with one last burst of music, Rubina whirled away from her captive, grasping the girl’s chin in her hand and tilting it up, to finish in a strikingly dominant pose.

There was a single moment of silence. And then a sudden rushing of applause and hollering and all manner of congratulations as the audience was allowed to respond. She had seemed to hold us all in a sort of trance for those brief, wonderful, endless minutes of dance.

I tried to yell my appreciation as loud as I could, but I’m fairly sure only Eliza and Jake heard me. Though the two of them more than made up for any lack of noise on my part.

As the applause continued, Rubina strutted around the stage, having left her victim to pant and moan into her gag. My eyes widened in my hood as she came to a halt near the front of the stage, more or less right in front of the three of us. She paused there for a moment, and then gave a sharp stamp of her foot. And a new song began to play. I dimly recognized it as something by Brittany Spears.

The first two lines seemed to be the signal for her new routine.

There’s only two types of people in the world. The ones that entertain, here she ran a hand down herself and flashed a confident grin at the crowd,

And the ones that observe. Her eyes stabbed out, seeming to capture everyone in front or her. Me included.

As the stanza continued she began to move, while remaining in place. Hips slowly undulating, hands trailing over her torso and thighs. That sultry, confident grin never leaving her face. As the model moaned behind her she suddenly flashed out a line of rope, twirling it about, before launching it to land directly in Jake’s lap. I craned my head as much as I could to the side to take in the bemused, and slightly worried look he had painted on his face.

I can’t say I’d have been any better. Though he managed to not flush bright scarlet, so he had that up on me.

Eliza had that sort of grin on her face that she wore whenever she was trying not to laugh. I moaned into my gag. She winked at me.

Rubina wasn’t waiting though and as she yanked on the rope, pulling Jake out of his chair when his hands automatically closed around it, she was singing along

Better be ready, hope ya feel the same

He had a grin plastered to his face as she seemed to flow around him, touching here and there. Almost without realizing it, the rope was looped and knotted once around his waist. With a tug she pulled him over towards the second pole, her eyes kindling again. And then the song began again in earnest.

All the eyes on me in the centre of the ring just like a circus

Rubina shoved Jake back into the pole, following closely and pressing herself up against him. Her hands appeared to be both everywhere, and out of sight, moving naturally with the music.

When I crack that whip, everybody gonna trip just like a circus

And suddenly more rope seemed to sprout around James, securing his waist and arms at the elbows to the pole. He seemed to momentarily come out of his daze and looked slightly down at her, but she was already moving.

Don’t stand there watchin’ me, follow me, show me what you can do

She blew him a kiss, moving into that smooth, incredible motion that had so lit her model’s fire. Jake tried to follow her as much as he could, but Rubina’s ropes held him fast to stare ahead. At her other bound prisoner who was watching the scene with her own particular kindled stare.

She completed her rotation, casting a confident look back out at the crowd, and a wink our way, before lip synching (or actually singing for all I knew) with the next two lines.

There’s only two types of guys out there. Two pokes into Jake’s chest, her eyes boring into his.

Ones that can hang with me…and ones that are scared. She flicked his nose with her finger, grinned at him, and then suddenly more ropes came twirling out of somewhere. Jake’s head tipped back as the new bonds pressed into him, along with Rubina’s own lithe body. I trembled in my cocoon, both wanting and fearing to be up there. Being a part of that gorgeous terrifying routine.

Even watching it happen I had no idea how she could concentrate on tying proper knots, and you could tell they were proper, while dancing like…well, like that. It was incredible to watch.

So baby I hope that you came prepared. She thrust a ball gag into his mouth, her mouth going next to his ear, clearly whispering the song’s next words:

I run a tight ship so, beware.

Jake visibly trembled against the pole, the gag firmly buckled in as she pressed close for a few brief eternal moments, before twirling away. Her grin now a fiery smile again. Her newest victim was now helpless before her.

“Mmmmmmmm.” Without the gag in my mouth, and the over the top packing, I’m sure it would have been hanging open at this point. I couldn’t take my eyes off of this whirling dervish of a woman as she seemed to glide effortlessly through the air. Round and round her newest captive on the stage. Her trailing hair only adding to the ethereal nature of the show we were all watching.

The song had continued, and so had Rubina, her ropes continuing to wind their way around Jake. Utterly defenceless now, he vainly tried to push against the cords binding him fast. Rubina seemed to laugh throatily near him, and then closed in. Her dancing was closer now, the beat of the song picking up as it accelerated towards the finale. Again the refrain came through:

Better be ready, hope that ya feel the same

She clutched at the back of his head then, bringing him down to touch his forehead to her own. Something seemed to pass between them as the music held us on edge, agonizing moments slipped by. And the two performers, for that’s what Jake was now too, seemed to just stand there. All motion ceasing for this brief interlude. This oddly precious pause in what had otherwise been a throbbing rush of a show.

And then it dropped into the final rushing frenetic beat to the finish.

All the eyes on me in the centre of the ring, just like a cirrrrrrcus.

Rubina spun away from Jake, leaving him gasping into his gag. Ropes trailed from her hands and arms, giving the impression that she really was flying about the stage for a moment. This was her finale few stanzas, the song just repeating the same eight lines or so over and over. And Rubina shone. Her ropes seemed to have been programmed to work autonomously from her. She simply seemed to give them a direction, and round they went. Fastening Jake down further. Or simply flying about her, as though giving her a protective shell of cordage.

Her dancing was faster now, far, far faster. Whirling about him, as she had before with her model. All the rope for Jake was gone, he was held rigidly in place on the pole now. This was her time, Jake now more than ever a mere prop in Rubina’s show. In Rubina’s circus.

And as the final line quavered out over the speakers, that last sultry “just like a cirrrrrcus” Rubina swung back in from where she had been gyrating, wrapping her arms around a through bound Jake and giving him a powerful gagged smooch. And as the music died, she leapt back, her grin hungry as Jake gave a plaintive groan, and hooked a hand under his chin to thrust his head upwards. Turning to the crowd she favoured us once again with that confident hungry look of hers, and then gave a flourishing bow.

If the applause before had been loud, this was damned near rapturous.

I managed a small quavering little, “Gggmpphh!”

I felt Eliza’s hand settle onto my head, “I think that sums up my feelings too Davey. Just amazing.”

I looked over to see her smile at me for a moment, her eyes with that little Eliza twinkle in them, before she turned back to the stage. Rubina was checking on Jake. Probably making sure the poor fellow would be able to stand once she let him go. Hell even I probably wouldn’t be able to, and I’ve been a live-in bondage slave of Eliza’s for the past…however long.

Having satisfied herself that Jake would in fact live after his whirlwind introduction to her dance routine, the music started up again, and Rubina was once more off to the races.

Three more wonderful songs and renditions followed, each drawing applause from the audience, and each ending with either Jake or the original model plaintively moaning into their gags as Rubina posed next to them. It was as the third song came to an end that two men wearing green suits strolled over to where Eliza and I were situated. One of them, with a smarmy looking grin on his face, came up to my side and rear, and cleared his throat. Clearly looking to speak with Eliza.

She looked back towards him, and I saw her face grow a trifle more grim and serious.

“Good morning, Eliza Grey. My name is Prescott. I’m an Acqusitions Officer with the Kraken Club.”

I rolled my eyes inside my hood. Great. More work stuff. I mentally shifted my attention back to the stage as the conversation seemed to continue behind me. Jake it seemed was finally to be released from his pole. Perhaps Rubina intended to snare someone else, but Jake looked like he was still drunk on the dancing goddess who had so skillfully bound him in place. Nor was it helpful that she was untying him with a slower more sensual track playing, still taking every opportunity to tease him.

Needless to say, I was very much not paying attention to the conversation going on beside me. These dummies were probably just work friends, or fetish scene acquaintances or something. Certainly their matching green suits were odd, but hell, who was I to judge? I watched as Jake’s head finally stopped lolling around to find Eliza and me, and send a wink our way. I gave a snort of laughter at that, as he tried to flex against his bonds.

But I felt Eliza’s hand tighten a bit on the back of my neck, and I twisted my head around. Something was up.

“…feel like you aren’t paying attention to what I am telling you,” she was saying, her voice cool. I knew that tone. That was a short hop away from trouble. If that was directed at me back home that was my final chance to recognize I had messed up.

“Bondcon is a safe zone,” Eliza continued, “and what’s more, we are here on holiday. That means work got checked at the door, and I do not intend to have my time here ruined by further discussion on this topic.”

I twisted my head around to eye the man, Prescott, who seemed to be pressuring Eliza over…something. I had clearly missed something here, but they were far down this road.

His grin, bordering on patronizing, widened a touch more, “I don’t think it’s too much trouble—” he began smoothly, but Eliza cut him off.

“If you don’t stop your incessant nattering about this I will have you both ejected from Bondcon.”

Prescott blinked, the first instance of him appearing taken aback at all, “You can’t—”

Eliza smiled, though there was little warmth in it. Her hand remained firmly fastened to my neck, “Platinum overrides organizational rights honey.”

I gave a little whimper at her grip, and I felt it loosen slightly. Prescott’s gaze snapped down to me for a moment and then back to Eliza. He appeared to digest the situation for a moment, not retreating from where he stood almost touching my cube prison. His gaze flitted down to me again, and I would’ve shivered if I hadn’t been so tightly cocooned in latex at the look in his eyes.

He gave a thin smile and then shrugged, seemingly banishing any concern over Eliza’s response, “Very well, Eliza Grey, if you insist.”

He leaned against the latex cube then, his hand mere inches away from my exposed, hooded head, and that thin smile included both of us now, “I suppose we’ll just have to ensure we meet again after Bondcon. I’ll look forward to seeing you. And your slave. Soon” The smile took a turn for the worse, shifting into a nasty smirk, and I gave a slight tremble into Eliza’s hand. I felt goosebumps race up my bound arms.

What the hell did he mean by that?

Eliza seemed to have a clear idea just exactly what he meant though. She snapped forward from where she had been sitting, in one sudden explosive burst. She seized his hand, the offending one that was so close to touching me, and spun him around to face away from me, twisting the arm up and behind his back. Prescott gave a yelp of surprise that swiftly turned into a hiss of pain as she gave the offending appendage a harsh yank.

I gazed wide eyed at the two figures in front of me. Prescott, his face contorted in pain. Eliza’s face pale with restrained rage. I did my best to shrink into the cube.

“If I ever see you again pudding, after that pathetic attempt at threatening me, you’ll be sucking fluids through a straw. You do NOT threaten me.” She yanked his arm a touch higher and Prescott let out a squeak of pain, his eyes squeezed shut against it. Eliza leaned in close behind him, “Or my boy. Clear?”

She kept up the pressure watching him and his buddy, who seemed to have lost his smirk somewhere, until Prescott gave a pained nod. She released her hold and shoved him back towards the unnamed second man.

Prescott whirled back around, staring at her with barely contained fury. He took a step back towards us, his fists balling up, “We’ll see about that you—”

“Can I be of assistance Mistress Eliza?” Jake suddenly reappeared, smoothly inserting himself next to Eliza, rubbing his hands together as if to get rid of some of the marks. I saw movement to the other side of me, which resolved into two Bondcon Enforcers who had followed Jake over to where we were parked. Both eyed the Kraken men with the quiet confident composure that left no doubt as to how a ruckus would go for the offenders.

Eliza’s smile was like ice now, her gaze wintry, “Thank you Jake. These two were just leaving.”

Prescott, despite being outnumbered and clearly (in my view) outmatched, seemed about to argue that subject. Rage seemed to almost radiate from him. His friend however, evidently thought discretion was the better part of valour, and tugged at his arm. He whispered something into Prescott’s ear, and the latter gave a curt nod. With one last venomous look at Eliza, and a nasty smile at me, he smoothed his suit of the creases that had developed and strode away.

Eliza watched the two of them go for a moment, her lip slightly curled as if she was actually going to snarl like a lioness after them. Then the moment passed. She thanked the two Enforcers, who offered to go have a discussion with the men about interfering with Platinum members, but she just waved them off. The two of them departed, chivvying away some of the more obvious gawkers who had gathered to watch the heated confrontation. I tried to snuggle deeper into my imprisoning cube at the attention.

My movement seemed to break Eliza out of whatever funk she had gotten into watching the Krakens retreat, and she ran a soothing hand over my hooded and thoroughly gagged head.

She gave Jake and I a smile, clearly with some effort behind it, “I think I would enjoy watching the rest of the Lady’s show, wouldn’t you?”

I grunted and gave a happy nod, pushing my head into her hand. Jake agreed as well, though his eyes appeared to be full of questions. Fortunately, he understood Eliza was not in the mood, no matter her current smile.

So the three of us settled in to wait for Rubina’s return. Eliza keeping a hold of me the entire time, alternating between stroking my head or holding it in a grip. I kept up a low stream of little grunts and squeaks into my gag, which seemed to help. I think, anyway.

Eventually Rubina did return, for another round of sensual dancing. The first two were more free flowing, with her model not starting bound to a pole. Instead, Rubina sashayed around her with silken cords, the music a little slower than the frenetic pacing of her first act. This music involved the two women almost seeming to slow dance at times, as Rubina slowly corded her up in silken bonds. It ended with the model in a graceful hogtie, Rubina’s booted foot planted triumphantly on her rump.

Another volunteer was rousted from the crowd, this one a poor boy who was suddenly volunteered by his friends. I watched as they all tried to catch Rubina’s attention as she scanned the crowd after her routine, and sure enough she descended from the stage and sauntered over to them. She paused in front of the boy, who gave her a nervous grin as she leaned in close. Words were whispered, the boy gave a jerky half-nod, and then Rubina was suddenly straightening and giving a yank on a line of rope that had been cunningly fastened about the boy’s wrists. He gave a squawk of shock as he was suddenly pulled upright, the throbbing music and Rubina’s own movements nonetheless holding him entranced.

She led him back to the stage and, without a pole as well, took him through three dances. His hands were tied above him, the cord being held tight by a pulley. Rubina danced with him across the stage, moving and directing his increasingly restrained body as though the two of them were out at any sort of normal club. Not up on stage at Bondcon, dancing the Dance of Ropes.

Watching Rubina move was soothing enough that I felt Eliza begin to relax from the confrontation. I lolled my head back into her hand and gave a contented little sigh. This I could enjoy with no qualms or nervousness. This was blissful. Peace.

At the end of the third song, which brought the music to a throbbing crescendo, Rubina finished with a booted foot once more on her model’s rump and her hand yanking back the boy’s head by his hair. The audience once more burst into applause, Jake and Eliza joining in. My own muted “mmph’s!” of approval not making it much farther than my own mouth.

One of the boy’s friends made her way up to the stage as Rubina began to untie her model first. She exchanged some excited whispers with the dancer, who gave her a broad grin and nodded. The girl leapt up onto the stage and helped Rubina unbind the poor fellow, down to his wrists and chest bindings. These remained in place, and as he swam back to full consciousness, a ballgag was crammed into his mouth, sealed with a kiss from his friend. She gave Rubina and him crushing hugs, and then bounced away with her prize, an arm tucked under his own.

“I guess that’s a decent way to say you want to start dating,” Jake said drily, watching the two half stumble away.

Eliza looked at me for a moment, a real grin whispering across her face, “Might be the best way. Let’s the boy know who’s in charge.”

I muttered into my gag, feeling tinges of blush starting in my cheeks. Thank God for hoods I tell ya.

Jake chuckled, “Well, where to next my lady?”

I wriggled in my cube as he began pushing me towards the exit, Eliza strolling along beside me in thought.

“Why don’t we stick with the rope theme for now. There’s a shibari demonstration going on all afternoon isn’t there?”

Jake nodded, “Yep. A couple different ones. Two of them are VIP only though, some real experts in those ones.” He sounded like he had a grin on his face at that. His service today was certainly getting him places.

“How does that sound Davey?” Eliza was looking at me, “Up for more ropey fun?”

I burbled happily into my gag, glad to see she was fully back with me, and gave a contented nod.

She smiled, “Settled then.”

 

The VIP shibari sessions were beyond any of my expectations. We came in after they had already begun, but Eliza’s Platinum membership got us waved through anyway. Multiple demonstrations were taking place at once, and the intent seemed to be to allow participants and watchers the chance to concentrate on whichever aspects of intricate rope bondage they most wanted to take a look at. Jake elected to park me in front of a just started suspension demo and I gave a grunt of approval. It definitely looked cool as all hell!

I paid close attention as the rigger we were watching, a lady with a shock of bright purple hair that gave her a pixie-like appearance, carefully corded up her model. Eliza watched as well, though a few of the times I chanced to look over at her, she had a far away look in her eyes as she absently stroked my head. I don’t know if the confrontation with the Kraken jerks was eating at her that much, or if it had just reminded her of the non-Bondcon world. Whatever it was, whenever I noticed it, I gave an indignant sounding “Mmmmmppph!” Her eyes would refocus on me, and I’d give her hand my best endearing snuggle. I deployed my best renditions of puppy-dog eyes as well. And I could draw a smile, and occasional giggle just about every time.

The rigger’s smooth competence at rigging up her captive in an intricate harness, and then her eventual suspension, seemed to relax Eliza. Enough that she and Jake were able to chat again. The small talk, and occasional digs at Jake that he took good naturedly, relaxed me as well. Apart from occasionally looking over to ensure she stayed with me mentally, I was engrossed in the shibari demonstration in front of us.

Not nearly as thrilling as Rubina’s show (Though in fairness not much could be) the rigger’s performance was interesting enough. As she hoisted the model into the air, spinning her ends of the rope around three different tie down points with little obvious effort, I gave an appreciative grunt. The model slowly rotated in a circle, her eyes closed in what I easily recognized as that unique sense of bliss one gets from being securely and thoroughly bound. My mind drifted to wondering how it might feel to be contained for hours in the rope harness the model was in, hoisted above the ground and utterly dependant on one’s rigger for release. From the look on Eliza’s face when the rigger had finished, and was playfully pushing the model around in a circle, I might just find out when we got home.

“Why don’t we see what other methods there are, hmm?” Eliza gave my head a final little squeeze. She gave her leg a slap as though to heel a puppy, and Jake gave another chuckled yelp before getting me underway behind her. We spent nearly an hour walking through and watching the remaining riggers at their craft. It was oddly hypnotic, and very relaxing, for all of us.

 

The afternoon, thankfully, didn’t feature any new interruptions of our Bondcon vacation time. No new angry confrontations, attempted kidnappings, dominatrix favours, or anything to jolt us away from just enjoying the convention. It verged on feeling weird, but I wasn’t about to question our sudden good fortune.

Eliza kept us on the move, hopping from one lecture or demonstration to the next. We stopped in at methodology classes, bondage how-to seminars, etiquette lectures, and all manner of other little shows. In between these we stopped for late lunch/early supper, where I was granted a brief reprieve from my gag to eat, drink, and manage all of five minutes unhooded and ungagged in a public place. Well, quasi-public. We were in a private little alcove that accommodated my latex cube prison quite nicely, and my face was away from any prying eyes, facing Eliza who kicked up her feet to sit grinning at me while she finished her lunch. As we were finishing up, and Eliza was cramming the hood back onto my thoroughly re-gagged head, Jake was prompted to give a short re-telling of his own visit to Sinner’s Row.

“…got off lucky though. I was only in the stocks for a half hour before I got rescued. Well, retrieved at least, and then put into that uniform you saw me in.”

“Learn your lesson, then?” Eliza asked, tightening the drawstrings over and over again on my hood until it got to the normal level of drum tightness against my skin.

Jake gave her a plaintive look, “I still don’t think it was all that fair. I mean, how was I supposed to know she was one of the bloody sponsors of the convention?”

“You work here.” Eliza snorted a laugh, “Plus y’know, the wrist band might’ve been a giveaway.”

Jake rolled his eyes, “Fine, yes. I’m a dummy.” He gave a stretch and then hopped to his feet, “Didn’t turn out too badly though. I get to see way more of Bondcon this way. Being thick in certain situations clearly isn’t all bad.”

“Davey could probably commiserate with you on that one.” Eliza gave my nose a deliate boop, and I tucked my chin down, flushing.

“Hhhhmmmmmmrrrgg!”

“Oh hush. Be grateful I got your hood on before making you blush.”

I grumbled good naturedly into my gag, and she ruffled my covered hair. Jake grinned at the interplay.

“So, where to next?”

“Probably have time for one more lecture.” Eliza tapped at her phone to see what was available, and then gave a small shrug, “There’s a Domination Inside-Out of the Dungeon. Might be of interest.” She looked down at me, with a little glint in her eye. I gulped inside my hood. God save me, my Mistress was back in full feisty, devious form.

 

The lecture proved to be interesting enough. The start was the sort of ho-hum (at least to me) lessons that I was already thoroughly familiar with. Importance of consistency for the Domme-sub relationship. Boundaries getting established early on. Following through on punishments. Things that Eliza had pretty much aced in my first week with her. I caught her eye as she looked down and then gave an exaggerated eye roll that took in all of me and my predicament.

Eliza cocked an eyebrow at me, and out on one of the most innocent expressions I had ever seen on her. I could almost hear her voice “Me? However could this relate to me?” I burbled into my gag, giving her a mock-narrow look. She knew darn well.

She grinned at what she could see of my suspicious look, and leaned in to give my forehead a forceful kiss. I took a deep breath in as she did, letting out a contented sigh as she drew away. For a moment it seemed like her grin was going to split her face, just for a bare instant, before it was back to normal margins. A hand softly stroked my brow as she turned back to the short little stage on which the two presenters sat.

Jake, thankfully, chose not to take notice of our interplay.

“…Now you can always try to integrate these aspects into outings with your submissive.” The lady was saying, “For example, I’ve taken Alex here out to dinner a couple of times in chastity.”

The aforementioned Alex gave an ‘aw shucks’ kindof look out into the crowd, “Yeah…that wasn’t nearly so bad as the plug up my rear you had going on. I think our waiter thought I had some sort of condition.” He rolled his eyes as the woman laughed, “Seriously, I’d be in the middle of a sentence and my voice would change an octave.”

“Or he’d unaccountably groan or moan.” The woman agreed, “Something like that is an unforgettable experience. Though obviously be careful about any sort of in-public activities. Far better to keep your games as a private experience between the two of you.”

I looked over to see Eliza giving me a toothy grin. I rolled my eyes again. Yeah, I think her version of in public play with a slave she had kidnapped was just a touch beyond what they were suggesting. She didn’t have to look so bloody smug about it though.

Jake looked over as Eliza leaned back from me, a satisfied smirk on her face, “You two have done that?”

“Haven’t done a restaurant dinner yet,” her response came, in a languid tone, “This is probably as public as I’ve been willing to get with Davey. Although…never say never I suppose.”

I gulped into my gag. Bondcon was one thing. A vanilla restaurant though? She couldn’t seriously be thinking about taking me into a pub or something in bondage, could she?

The speakers were continuing though, talking about how “Position play is always fun, and a nice challenge for your submissive. Especially if you can rig up suitably long term predicaments that don’t sap their willpower tooooo quickly.”

Soft laughter rose from the crowd at that. I moaned into my gag as Eliza joined in. This lecture was giving her waaaaaay too many ideas now. But I couldn’t do anything about it, save voice my incredibly muffled concerns. To which she would occasionally give me a pat on the head or a boop on the nose. Otherwise I was left to watch, to listen, and to imagine what fresh torments she might be planning for me in the future.

I wouldn’t have spent the day any other way.