DING-DONG

“Dammnit.”

“Mmmph?”

That was about the only response I could really give to my wife’s growled curse. I was clad neck to ankle in a tight black rubber catsuit, a recent purchase of ours that I had been dying to finally try on. My arms were locked behind me in a set of bondage mittens, reducing my hands to useless little balls. And completing my bondage get up, thus far, was the hood that Kate, my wife, had just finished strapping into place. The hood featured an involved panel gag contraption which had been tightened down into place, the large ball inside filling my mouth. My field of vision had been reduced to a small window in which Kate’s frowning face was centred.

“I suppose I’ll need to answer that,” Kate groused, shoving me down onto my knees.

“Mmmph! Mmm hmmm phhhmmm!”

She grinned down at me, “Well if you don’t like it you shouldn’t have lost our wrestling match, mister.” She emphasized the last word by giving my nose a boop through the hood, “By the rules of our wrestling deal, you’re mine for the week. Then you’ll have another shot at the crown.”

I grumbled into my gag at that, but she just giggled and held up the large black leather collar we had both decided on for the weekly loser of our wrestling matches. I grumbled even more at her triumphant grin, but then ducked my head a little as she wrapped the collar around my neck, buckling it snuggly into place. She urged me over to kneel beside the foot of our bed, and then snapped a leash to the collar, securing it to the bedframe to stop me from moving.

DING-DONG

“I’m Coming!” Kate shouted. Then, eyeing me hungrily, she continued in a softer voice, “You just think on how you’re going to be making me shout that in a bit, mister.” Then, a grin playing about her lips, she buckled the hood’s blindfold into place, sealing me into my prison.

“Mmmmmmm.” I moaned into my gag, half formed thoughts of the afternoon to come flitting through my mind. Her hand trailed across the top of my head, and then she was gone.

I struggled around, pulling this way and that in my bindings. Every now and then I was pulled up short by my leash, reminding me of my beaten status. I sighed a little in contentment. Life with Kate was wonderful. I’d known her for a long while before I’d started dating her, though her predilection for bondage had been a well-kept secret. I couldn’t recall us ever really having a deliberate conversation about it, as our relationship progressed. It just seemed to slowly seep in, like she was feeding it to me in manageable chunks.

In order to introduce some competition into our dynamic, which usually began with her in the dominant role, Kate had decided that we would wrestle to see who would be taking control for a week. That way, so she said, she’d have a bit of a challenge. I’d managed to beat her twice, in those first couple of weeks, before we moved here to the new house. That had been…well I’ll be honest, pretty awesome. Having her flouncing around the house, cuffed, collared, and at my beck and call had been great.

Though, as I flexed once more in my bondage and found it just as unescapable as before, perhaps I shouldn’t have rubbed it in so much. Pride cometh before the fall and all that. We had had to suspend our little game for a couple months while we moved in and got everything set up, plus I had been out of town with work for a while too. When we finally started up again a month ago, I had expected another challenging but ultimately successful bout with Kate.

Boy, had I been wrong. I should’ve known something was up when she came at me with that smug little grin on her face, but I was expecting another victory. And looking forward to having my new wife securely bound for the night. I hadn’t expected the blur of motion that she erupted into. I hadn’t expected to find myself suddenly face down on the mat. And I certainly hadn’t expected the expertly fast rope job that she did. Before I had fully recovered my arms were locked behind me in a comfortable, but thoroughly snug, boxtie.

And that had been that. Not a single win to my credit since then. I huffed into my gag. It just wasn’t fair!

Kate looked so damned good in bondage!

Some time passed, whiled away in blissful bound contentment. Then, I heard…something. Footsteps? Had she dealt with whoever was at the door? I cocked my head towards the door.

“Mmmmph? Hmmmmm Mmmmmmppphhh!”

The footsteps, if that’s what they had been, stopped. I strained to hear anything, a whisper even, from her. But only enforced silence met my questing ears. I shifted around, struggling in my bonds. She was probably standing there enjoying the view. Jerk.

Well fine. If she wanted a show, I’d give her a bit of a show. I began to moan a little louder into my gag, my struggling now more pronounced. I tugged against the leash that kept me captive to the bed, as if I had any chance at all.

“Uuummmpph!” I gave a plaintive moan. C’mon Kate, stop being such a tease!

Then, I felt a soft caress, along my leather covered head, almost tentative. I pushed myself up into her hand, moaning muffled somethings. The hand continued around, stroking my leather covered cheeks, following the contours of the panel gag and blindfold. Then a second hand joined, but this one concentrated on the collar around my neck, massaging it and tracing it, pressing it in against my neck and making me moan.

I felt her shift around me, her arms now coming from behind to run over my hooded face, and my catsuit covered chest. I tried to swing my head around to find her, but her hand closed over my gagged mouth and forcefully brought me back to stare sightlessly ahead. I continued to moan, as I wriggled around within her embrace. One hand was wrapped partially around my neck, keeping a hold of my chin, while the other roamed my torso at will, paying no mind to my squirming.

Her hands were firmer now, her pace a little more excited as they squeezed and stroked and teased. I threw my head back and let out a deep guttural moan to which she responded by wrapping her arms around me and giving my hooded cheek a kiss.

I groaned as she disengaged from the embrace. I head the jingle and snick of the leash being freed from the bed, and for a moment I thought that she was finally taking this to the bed. But no. Gentle tugs on the leash brought me to my feet and then, without even removing my blindfold, she began leading me out of the room.

I grunted into my gag. What the heck did she have planned for me?

My sense of direction was utterly useless in the new house, so after even two minutes of her guiding me along by my leash I had no idea where I was in relation to the bedroom, or the door. Suddenly though, we stopped. And then hands gently pressed on my shoulders, pressing me down to my knees. Straps secured my legs into a frogtie, snugging tight over my thighs. I moaned into my panel gag again, earning a quick caress. Then, hands were at the back of my hood, fiddling with the blindfold strap, which was pulled away to reveal…Kate. In bondage.

Her hands were locked in bondage mittens much like my own. An involved panel gag kept her quite quiet, despite her clearly moaning. And around her neck, a white leather collar had been buckled, with a leash attaching it to the back door’s handle. She was softly moaning into her gag and gyrating her hips; I could see a small little box taped to her thigh and a thin wire disappearing into her jeans.

My eyes must have just about bugged out of my head. Immediately I started to thrash around, whimpering as a hand settled on top of my head,

“You didn’t tell me you got hitched Kate!” The voice behind me sounded almost…giddy. And, wait how did this lunatic know my wife?

The intruder came around and I got my first good look at her. Average height, brown hair. Sparkling eyes. Dressed…I grunted, and she giggled. Like a fetish catburgler in her black catsuit. And…bare feet?

“Oooooooo, and he’s cute too!” She burbled, “I mean, all boys are cute tied up, but…” she giggled again.

I thrashed a bit in my bonds and tried to lunge away towards Kate, but the woman easily kept her grip on me, laughing as she fought back my efforts with ease.

“Calm down honey, I didn’t even know you were around. This isn’t some sort of nefarious horrible robbery or anything.”

She forced me back down to my knees, grinning at Kate and then back at me, “Y’see I know Kate. The sneaky little minx bought the house, this house, right behind mine, and didn’t even tell me!”

She shook her head in mock disappointment, ruined only by the grin that didn’t seem able to leave her face, “I’ve seen her wandering around the house in her off hours for the past few weeks, looking lonely, so I thought I’d come over to welcome her to the neighbourhood. I didn’t realize she had you,” she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, “Or that she had managed to snag a guy who was soooooo into this!”

She looked over to where Kate was keening into her gag, her hip thrusts telling a tale of edging and denial, “Kate, dearest, does Alice know about your boy toy?”

Kate managed a quick headshake, her eyes snapping open to silently plead with this woman who held me. Whether for an orgasm, or for something else I couldn’t tell.

“Oh goodie!!” This nameless woman, who had bound my wife and was now holding us prisoner, gave a little dance of glee. "I get to make the introductions!"

I stared at her, consternation mellowing into bemusement. The two of them clearly knew one another, perhaps accounting for the seeming lack of a struggle that I might have heard from upstairs. And Kate didn’t seem angry or afraid, my eyes roamed her bound form and the set of her shoulders, rather resigned about the whole thing in fact.

“Well,” the woman crouched down in front of me, capturing my eyes with hers, “Since your lovely wife is rather incapacitated, I guess I’ll introduce myself.” She flashed white teeth as her grin broadened to a smile, “I’m Claire.” She leaned in and planted a kiss on my gagged lips, pressing the ball into my mouth.

I moaned and uselessly tugged on my mittened hands.

“I guess this whole thing needs a bit of explaining, huh?” She settled back onto her heels, cocking her head a bit to examine me, “That’s ok, but we’ll have to do it back at my place.”

Claire left me there and strolled over to Kate, setting her upright on her feet before quickly adding to her restraints from a black duffel bag nearby. Two leather straps were buckled snugly above and below her breasts, securing her arms to her torso. Leather cuffs were retrieved from the bag, buckled, and locked around her ankles, a small amount of chain trailing on the floor. With a pleased nod, Claire turned back to me.

“Y’know if I had to find you here I’m glad Kate had you all done up. Don’t have all that much left for you. At least, not until I get you home. Then…well, you’ll see.”

She came over, unstrapped my legs, and then brought me over to stand in front of Kate. Unsnapping Kate’s collar from the door, she attached it to a d-ring on my collar, ‘just like an old-timey slaver’ she giggled.

“Ok then, my little lovebirds, let’s get you two back to my place. And then…playtime.” With that, opening our backdoor with a flourish, we stepped out with her tugging away on my leash and giggling at my muffled comments. I looked around, seeing my own backyard for the first time whilst in tight bondage. It backed out onto a small wooded copse, with not that much undergrowth beneath the trees, and thicker foliage towards the road off to the right. A slightly worn path led unerringly from the house, through the woods, and up to what I could see was another house.

Claire turned back to see me, and I assume Kate as well, watching her.

She grinned, “I may have visited the previous occupant a time or two.” She gestured to the path, “A dear little professor at the local university. So stressed from his studies and work. So willing to surrender to my ropes.” Her eyes seemed to glaze slightly in fond remembrance, “Insisted on trying to instruct me in history every chance he got, though that may have just been his own peculiar way of asking for a gag.”

She smiled, her face utterly free of guile.

Just our friendly neighbourhood kidnapper.

She took us through the woods. The path, which looked fairly innocuous from far away was clearly well cared for and maintained. No brambles or branches to trip up, say, someone who didn’t have access to their arms for balance anymore. Claire burbled along as we walked, talking of this and that, but constantly coming back to her apparent discovery of Kate’s marriage. I so badly wanted answers to how my wife knew this lady, or indeed of everything else in this mystery life that she alluded to or mentioned.

But the panel gag did its job, and my questions were reduced to meaningless grunts.

 

We approached her house, looking fairly ordinary for a devilish bondage woman, but there it was all the same.

“Yoooo-hoooo!” Claire waved, “I’m home!”

The door opened, to reveal a blonde woman. She was dressed in a fetish French Maid outfit, all latex and rubber, including the frilly white ruffles of her apron and along her shoulders. White leather cuffs locked her wrists to a belt along her waist, enabling a limited range of motion. Similar cuffs encircled her ankles, with a slightly more generous amount of chain. A red ballgag nestled snugly in her mouth, below wide blue eyes. And finally, a white leather collar was snugly buckled, and I assumed, locked around her neck.

 “Look sweetie I found some other people!” Claire pulled the two of us inside, “You remember Kate from Alice’s Club don’t you?”

The maid nodded, a little warily.

“Good girl, of course you do. And this is her new boy! Wave hi!” Claire’s grin threatened to split her face.

The maid gave a little wave, her eyes conveying that same semi-resigned look that Kate had had before coming over. I grunted into my gag in response. What the hell was going on?

The inside of the house was quite spacious where we were standing. The back door opening onto a rec room style area, with a scattering of leather couches and chairs around a nice, heavy looking, coffee table. A television dominated the far wall, with a fairly involved looking sound system. Looked fairly normal, save for an open chest near the couch which contained a wide selection of bondage toys. Just about brimming over it seemed, at least from where I stood.

The maid closed the door behind the two of us, her chains lightly tinkling. Claire brushed a kiss across her cheek, prompting a little shiver from her.

“Now, I’ve got to get these two settled in before we deal with you.” The maid moaned at that, and Claire reached up to give a little tug on her collar, “So you keep up with your chores. And keep an eye on Kate’s boy while I get her dressed.” She patted her cheek, and then turned back to the two of us. We were unhooked from one another and Claire, with a brief word of smug warning to ‘behave’ left me standing there while she swept off dragging Kate behind her.

I was left standing there, bound, gagged, with my leash held in the blonde girl’s own bound hands. Whatever doubts I might have had about the situation, the maid seemed to know what was required of her. I was pulled over into the living room space and, silently communicating, urged to kneel down next to one of the leather chairs. I did my best to ‘mmph’ some questions at the maid, but she ignored me once I had been made to kneel, snapping my leash to a hidden little eyebolt tucked away on the underside of the table. Once I was secured she flounced away, returning to her chores which seemed to centre upon dusting at the moment. The kitchen, and the living room. I was left to my own devices.

 Calm. I had to be calm.

No one, apart from me, seemed to be freaking out over this. Kate knew Claire. From Alice's club. Was that the place Kate worked? I couldn't remember her ever telling me the name, but it was a plausible explanation. Certainly more plausible than Kate just going along with some lunatic kidnapping effort.

I eyed the maid again as she continued her cleaning. She would pause now and then to briefly struggle against her bonds. Or touch at her collar. Or feel her maid outfit. Almost like she still couldn't believe she was wearing these clothes, and bound by her bondage. Odd.

I had little else to do while I waited for Kate and Claire to return apart from watching the blonde girl. And struggling against my own bondage, useless though it was. A not so small part of me was actually kinda thrilled by this whole experience. As long as Claire was not in fact some deranged psycho going to kill me, the idea of someone holding Kate and I prisoner was...kinda hot.

"Ooooohhh Riiiiiccchaaaarrrddd..." Claire came swanning back into view.

I gave a jump. How the hell did she know my name?

Claire giggled at what little of my expression she could see, pulling a leash that dragged Kate into my view. My eyes went wide as I drank in the sight of my pretty wife dressed in a similar maid outfit as the blonde girl. In fact, a mirror image of the outfit, and the bondage that went with it. Though her gag was a more elegant panel gag affair. She blushed a little at my wide eyed appreciation, and shifted her hips coyly.

"Hmmmm. I think dear Richard likes you as my maid. We'll have to show you off in your club uniform one of these days." Claire giggled and gave Kate's rear a swat, "Go help out blondie over there finish up. I'm gonna have a chat with your hubby and explain a few things."

Kate rolled her eyes and gave what could generously be called a sarcastic curtsy, before flouncing off. The blonde maid gave her a look as she arrived, and the two of them pitched in to finish dusting and scrubbing.

Claire sauntered over and settled herself in the chair I was attached to, running a finger teasingly down my neck to eventually give my collar a tug. I moaned and jerked at the lead. She giggled.

"Soooooo...I guess you might be just a taaaad curious about who I know Kate hmmm?" Her voice was sweet and teasing, her eyes alight.

"Mmmmmmmmmm." I gave another long moan, struggling futilely against my bonds.

"Well, the club she works at is owned by a veeeery good friend of mine. I'll let Kate fill you in on just how she ended up working at Alice's, but that's where I know her from. Didn't even know she was dating though, let alone hitched the sly little minx." Claire giggled, and gave my leash a playful tug. I gave a grunt, my wide eyes fixed on her as she continued.

"Anyway, Alice's club has some very generous rules regarding playmates. Saves me the time trying to find new places to pick up playmates, and making certain they are interested. As long as I make sure they eventually make it back there, she's pretty flexible about who I pick to bring home and...secure." Claire gestured towards the maid who was still fussing about with Kate, "She's a bridesmaid who was part of a bachelorette party yesterday. Day before?" She wrinkled her nose for a moment and then gave a shrug, "Anywho, I usually am able to find a willing, or quasi-willing playmate at Alice's every time I go there. Buuuut, I really thought Kate was kicking around on her own. So being the good friend I am, I figured we could have some fun." She grinned at my mostly hidden expression, though my eyes seemed to convey something that delighted her.

"Mmmrrgghh! Mppphhh!" I struggled a bit in my bonds, flashing her an irritated look.

"Oh hush. It's not like you aren't into this." She nudged my throbbing erection through the catsuit.

"Mppphhh!!!"

"How do you get Dick from Riiiichaaaard?" She asked in a sing song voice. At my bemused expression she gave a few more sensual strokes to my throbbing member, "Ask him niiiiiicely." She ran a teasing hand over my bonds, "Or tie him up so he has noooooo choice." She gave my member another squeeze, drawing a long moan out of me.

She drapped a hand over my shoulder and pulled me closer to her, "The other reason of course that I visisted Kate today was that I have to give up my pretty little maid. And I wasn't quite done playing...sooooo, you two will be standing in as it were."

I groaned into my gag, but that just made her grin widen, and she came in for another forceful gag kiss.

"Speaking of which, someone is coming to pick up blondie over there pretty soon. So we shall pick up this wonderful one-way conversation in a bit."

Claire tapped me on the nose, wiggling the finger a bit in front of me, and then stood up. I tried to lunge away from where I was secured, but the leash brought me up short. She giggled at my attempt, and I felt myself flush a little. I growled into my gag, but that just made her giggle again. Damn it.

She breezed over to where the blonde maid and Kate were just finishing up, "Kate dear, would you come help me get this lovely creature into her going away outfit? Her friend is coming to pick her up shortly."

Kate gave a nod, and with Claire's direction, snapped a leash onto the bridesmaid's collar. She looked over at me, and her wordless gaze reassured me somewhat. She wasn't panicking. Hell, she even tried to give me a bit of a grin that the gag mostly hid. I grumbled some more into my gag, but settled back for the moment. 

Claire gave Kate a spank, prompting her to yelp and glare at the woman. But Claire just tut-tutted, "C'mon you. Time's a wasting." And she led her duo of bound girls out of the room, leaving me to stew in my bondage alone. I got as comfortable as I could, struggling every now and then more out of principle than any real attempt to escape, and waited.


DING-DONG

I was startled out of my half-sleep as the doorbell rang out, growling as I found that I was still bound and leashed to the chair in Claire's house. Even as I swiveled myself to look towards the front of the house, Claire came bouncing back into the room. The leash in her hand led back to the bridesmaid's collar, who was now dressed in a deep blue catsuit with matching armbinder and Gwen hood. Claire waved a desultory arm towards the front hall and Kate, who had followed her into the room, went clack-clacking away in her heels to the front.

Claire settled herself down into the chair I was leashed to, giving my chin a brief squeeze. I huffed a bit into my gag, but then moaned as she ran a teasing brush of her foot across my aching cock. The bridesmaid was pulled down to kneel next to me, her hip touching mine.

I didn't have time enough to do more than give another plaintive moan at Claire's teasing, when Kate returned, leading another woman into the house. She had chestnut brown hair, wound in a fetching braid that was draped along her right shoulder, that matched her dark eyes. She was slim, though with some muscle to her. And she seemed wholly unsurprised by Kate's attire or the two additional bound prisoners arrayed at Claire's feet.

"Hi," the woman pulled a small sheet of wrinkled paper out and studied it for a moment, "...Claire?"

"That's me!"

"I think you have my bridesmaid...?" the woman cocked an eyebrow, a nervous grin trickling onto her face.

Claire grinned, and reeled the collared girl at her feet closer into her. The blonde's face was pressed into Claire's leg, a faint moaning emerging from her hood, "Indeed I do."

The bride, that's who she must be I absently thought, nodded, "Good. I kinda need her back. We're supposed to be getting our nails done in a few hours and I still need to find the groom and two of the bloody groomsmen."

"Ooooo. The groom's missing too?" Claire almost squeaked in happiness, "You gotta fill me in missy. I guess I should've stuck around for a little while longer, but when I left it looked like your group had all been pretty much sorted. Just about everyone was in bondage, or being put into bondage. Minus one of your bridesmaids who looked like she was gonna get every boy in that place to kiss your boots." Claire giggled.

"Amy...yeah." the bride sank down into a chair opposite, and gave a half-disbelieving chuckle, "The past couple days have been wild. Definitely was not expecting this when Amy suggested we do the bachelorette party on a Thursday night at a fetish club." She blew out a breath and then eyed Claire, "I seem to recall you were pretty involved at the start."

"That's me, bondage matchmaker." Claire grinned, "I don't recall much fuss being made by any of the ones I spun away from your group into the embracing folds of leather bondage."

"Gags are so useful that way," the bride deadpanned, and Claire laughed.

"Well, c'mon! Fill me in on your big night! I think all my little subs are interested in hearing about it toooo." She grinned at all three of us, though the bridesmaid's eyes were in a dreamy sort of partial wakefulness that spoke of achieving sub-space.

"Andrew and his groomsmen arrived sometime after midnight. Well after everyone had been snatched apart from Amy and Sadie, my other bridesmaid. He got tied down to a chair behind me, and one of the girls started teasing him while we played guessing games. Have you ever tried to concentrate on thinking about what your husband to be's favourite drink is while being tickled? Or teased? It was..." the bride shivered a little in remembrance, "well, pretty awesome in a horribly uncontrolled sort of way."

She shook herself a little, glanced at her bridesmaid across from her and continued, "Anyway, while we were in the midst of that game, the groomsmen started getting picked off. Kinda like you just sailed into our group and distracted us enough to snatch a prisoner for yourself."

"Who grabbed them?"

The bride looked off into the distance, as though summoning the memory, "Let's see...Mark was chatting up a girl in front of me, while I had a brief reprieve from teasing and tickling, when Amy had a boy worshipping my boots. I think he might have managed to remain free if he hadn't made a play at one of the serving maids. Because the maid came back with two biker looking chicks all decked out in leather, and they grabbed Mark and hustled him off. Caught a glimpse of him latter that night dressed in a very revealing French maid outfit, bound and collared, serving the two ladies in their booth."

"Sounds like Jess and Jen. They like turning boys into pretty bondage maids." Claire's grin looked like it was permanently affixed to her face.

"Yeah. As for Gavin he was a little shy about the whole thing, and kinda stuck close to our group. But when he decided to get up and leave to go to the bar instead of just ordering a drink..." the bride paused for a moment, shaking her head at his foolishness, "I don't know if he realized just how big a target he had on him, being a groomsman and all, but the last I saw of him that night was about ten minutes later, getting hustled out of the club by three ladies in rubber catsuits. They must have pounced as soon as he left our group, because he was already half stripped with an armbinder fully done up and a collar and panel gag locked on. He had a bit of a wild look in his eyes..."

"If it's who I think you're talking about, Stella and her girls, they really like str--"

"Strapon sessions. Oh I know." the bride gave a bit of a grin of her own, "They passed by our group, what was left of it, to let Andrew and I know. I don't think I've ever seen Gavin so bloody wide-eyed. He's always so in control with everything."

"Not after he spends time with Stella he won't be."

The bride gave a nod, "And then Eric ended up staked out on a table for anyone and everyone to play with. Though I guess that's what happens when you doze off in the middle of the club." She rolled her eyes.

"...and to be honest I kinda lost track of everyone after that. Amy and Sadie managed to stay with me for most of the night. I think close to midnight Sadie went off to do...something. Anyway, she didn't make it back. Amy was still running boys through the ringer getting them to tickle me, or kiss my boots, when Mistress Serene walked up bold as you please and told her to get on her knees."

"Oooooooh, I do love when Sery gets like that." Claire giggled, patting the girl on her arm, "So that's how you ended the night?"

"Well once Amy was bound and collared I got put inside a vacbed with a vibrator and secured to the wall." The girl shivered a little in remembrance, a smile tracing her lips in spite of herself, "That's how I ended my night. And when Mistress Serene started putting Amy into a bitchsuit, another lady walked up with a full on rubber puppy suit to Andrew and told him that she'd, 'been looking for a young pup to play with.' That was the last thing I heard and saw before the vacbed kicked on and I got a full night of a domme crooning in my ear." The bride trembled a little at the memory, though I could tell it was far more that she had enjoyed herself than not.

She continued, "When I eventually got let out in the morning by one of Mistress Alice's girls, Amy was still in a bitchsuit cavorting around with Mistress Serene. And there was just a row of people, some from my party others just left over from the night, all lined up along a rack. Bound, on their knees, sucking in their breakfast through cock gags." 

"Yeeaaaaaaah. Alice believes in making sure everyone has a full nutritious breakfast the next day. Especially those who will be cleaning up the mess, as most of those should be." Claire's grin was threatening to split her face in two now, her eyes dancing as though she could see the scene herself, "So have you tracked down everyone yet?"

The other nodded, her eyes darting over to me for a moment, up to the blonde, and then back to Claire, "By the time I got let out and...breakfasted...most of the party goers had texted me." She blushed, "Alice was actually really sweet about the whole thing. She had made up a list of names who had actually left with someone. Told me I was always welcome back since everyone had enjoyed having us there." She toyed with a few strands of her hair, her mind clearly drifting back to the previous night.

"So really just looking to rescue Mark from Jen and Jess the biker chicks, Gavin from his Stella and her strapon enthusiasts, and find my hubby to be who has probably spent the last two days learning how to be a puppy." She said absently. "I'm swinging by here first because I'm not allowed to get Amy and Sadie back until i have all three bridesmaids. It's also why Eric is still back at the club in his cage. Full set or nothing, apparently."

There was a lull in the conversation. Claire seemed to be thoroughly enjoying everything that had gone on during this rather wild Thursday evening and onwards party. I found myself staring at the bride and at Kate, who had bustled off to the kitchen to fetch back a small tray with a small tea set on it. This was the club where my wife worked? I was trying to sort out my feelings about whether I wanted to go there or not. Terrifyingly awesome seemed about where I was settling right now. Kate met my eyes, and her own seemed to twinkle a little. Damn. She seemed to have enjoyed that little story too.

Claire cleared her throat as the silence began to stretch, and gestured to the trsy that Kate set down on the table between her and the bride, "Tea?"

There was a pregnant pause. The bride looked at the tea, at Claire's cupidic smile, and at the chest full of bondage restraints that was open for everyone to see. She swallowed a little and, clearly fighting with herself on this, managed, "Not this time...it's just..."

"That's alright," Claire was all soothing calm, "If you and your hubby don't have firm plans for a honeymoon though, I may be of...help." she grinned, then held out the bridesmaid's leash to the woman, "All the happiness in the world to you."

The bride gave a nod of thanks and cautiously gave a tug on the leash. The bridesmaid, startled out of her little dreamland, climbed unsteadily to her feet. Another tug, and they were walking towards the door, Kate trailing them to open and close it for them. I gave a muffled yelp as Claire suddenly reeled my leash in to her, so we were face to face.

"Time for us to play."


Hours later, after a thorough afternoon and evening of Claire's games, the three of us lay in her large bed. Well, Kate and I were strapped up in leather sleep sacks, securely hooded and gagged. Claire lay in bed between us, snuggled in tight. I felt her grip an arm around my chest, and Kate let out a muffled moan that spoke of similar treatment.

“Ooo I think we are going to be the best of friends. And Alice will just adore the two of you. I can't wait to make the introductions!”