Out of all the ways Elizabeth had expected to wake up post-bachelorette party, waking up in tight bondage and fetish attire had never even crossed her mind. At least, not at the start of the night.
Elizabeth, Beth to nearly everyone, stretched as best she could as sleep slowly bled from her. The straightjacket that hugged her torso and arms tightly gave her only a little bit of space to do so, and after a few moments of straining against the tight leather she finally gave up and moaned. The thick plug gag strapped into her mouth kept her fairly quiet, and she gave another couple experimental moans before giving up her vocalizations and taking stock.
Beth was in a dimly lit room, with just enough ambient light to discern shadows and shapes of things, and possibly other people from the faint moans that rose around her. In addition to her straightjacket and gag her legs had been frogtied with thick leather belts to either side of the leather covered bondage horse she was strapped to and, as she twisted her head about, she could feel the stricture of a leather collar buckled around her neck. She felt herself flush a little as she squirmed in her bonds, thin threads of pleasure plucking away the last of her early morning drowsiness.
I must be at the club still, she thought to herself. Alice’s Club, the premier fetish nightclub in town, had been the giggly choice that her bridesmaids had picked when planning her party. She hadn’t even realized anything like this had been planned until they jumped her in a pile of excited, laughing bodies just before they left for the evening. And Beth had entered the Club already in bondage. Already helplessly in thrall to the whims of how her ladies wanted the night to unfold.
As more moans began to join those first few, she took some degree of comfort from the fact that she wasn’t the only one who had spent the evening in bondage. A dimly remembered warning from Amy about the club procedure for people left behind at the end of the night wriggled to the surface of Beth’s mind. Anyone left, or unable to leave, got bound and stored by the club until morning. The owner, Alice, was firmly insistent on that point. Which was certainly what had happened to her, and probably a fair number of her fellow captives.
I guess that’s one way of making certain everyone makes it home. Beth mentally giggled as she squirmed in her bonds, And I guess I do feel rather safe like this. Another giggle, this time muffled as she tittered behind her gag. As she shifted again she suddenly was made very aware of the two plugs buried inside her. Everyone else seemed to have them too, because at the same time loud moans were forced from every gagged mouth as the plug vibrators switched on to a low, pleasing hum. She moaned herself, undulating her hips against the vibrators, both of which were evidently a part of the bondage horse on which she sat. Safe and secuuuurrree…oooooooo. Beth moaned ever louder, thrusting as best she could against the plugs pulsing within her, already setting aside her thoughts about what might be coming next in favour of trying to eke out an early morning orgasm.
Maddeningly, the vibrating plugs were set to merely a pleasant buzz, rather than anything approaching being able to give satisfaction. Some in the room were far more disappointed than others, and Beth could see the frantically thrusting shapes of a few of them as they tried to satiate their lust. But Alice’s Club were clearly experienced in this sort of thing, and not a single member was able to obtain a pleasurable release. All they could do was moan. Thrust. Struggle.
As all the left behind captives were awakened by their now pulsing plugs inside them, a door off to Beth’s left opened. A few moments more and the room’s soft light gradually became brighter until it was a comfortable level, allowing all those within the room who were able to see to appreciate their positions all the more. Beth turned her head as best she could to look around, even as she continued to grind herself against the pulsing vibrations of her plugs.
A double line of captives, perhaps twelve in all including her, extended down the length of the room. Everyone in the room was bound, either in a straightjacket like hers, or in an armbinder. Those in straightjackets were bound similarly to Beth, with thick panel gags preventing speech, their legs frogtied over what she could clearly see were sybians now. Thick collars kept them more or less facing forwards, though as Beth was doing they were able to move their heads a fair bit. They had their eyes free, and were looking around with varying degrees of interest, horniness or trepidation. Evidently some were not quite as familiar as others with Alice’s morning after routine. Not that Beth herself had expected…this.
Those women and men in armbinders were in more restrictive gear. Each was dressed in a tight fitting rubber catsuit, complete with knee high strapped boots. Thick hoods enclosed the entirety of their heads, rather than panel gags, and their collars were similarly more restrictive with full on posture collars preventing any significant head movement. Their legs were also frogtied, and additional belts were snugged around their armbinders and torso. All the restricted captives simply knelt on their sybians and moaned hopelessly as they were stimulated, unable to do anything but endure. Beth found herself breathing a bit more rapidly as she watched them, wondering what the difference was between armbinder’d captives, and straightjacketed ones like her.
“Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey!” a cheerful voice called out from the door, over the rising chorus of moans. Two women, dressed in the club’s maid uniforms, were making their way down the aisle between the two lines of captives. They only wore connected wrist and ankle shackles, as well as staff collars. By their cheery demeanor they were also both morning people, and intent on inflicting a high level of good humour at a very early hour. Beth groaned into her gag, wishing she could have been left in peace to grind out an orgasm or three. But the two bondage maids instead made their slow way down the lines of captives, gently prodding and greeting each one. Confirming they were awake and “ready to greet the new day with a big smile!” as one of them declared to one of the armbinder’d captives, just across from Beth.
Her counterpart, seeing Beth was already looking around with interest, smiled at her, “Ah! The blushing bride is already raring to go I see.” She stood next to Beth and briefly gave her shoulders a small massage, then trailing her fingers down to run tantalizingly over her straightjacket-covered breasts. Beth moaned in gratitude and rested her head against the woman’s leg. She received a pat on the head followed by a kiss, and then the maid was moving to ensure the last two captives were awake and up.
Damn it. Beth groused to herself, continuing to thrust her hips and plaintively moaning for attention. But the two girls had a job to do, and she was ignored along with all the others who were agitating for personal touches and attention. Beth absently wondered just how many times the two maids had been greeted by scenes just like this, how many captives had cried out for their attention and been teasingly denied. She felt a thrill of lustful pleasure at the thought, and moaned again into her gag.
“Alright ladies and gentlemen, captives of Mistress Alice one and all.” The maid who had spoken to Beth stood near her at one end of the line of captives, the other maid having retreated back to the start, “Per club policy, since you were left here last night you will be helping get the space back in a tidy state. Those of you who woke up in straightjackets owe a simple morning service. Nothing fancy, just clean-up while in fetish attire. Once the club is properly cleaned you will be released.”
A chorus of moans greeted this announcement, mostly relieved with a few cries of irritation.
The maid rested her hand on the last captive in Beth’s row, a boy bound with an armbinder, and stroked his covered head drawing a groan of desire from the man, “Those in armbinders owe additional service to Mistress Alice. You will be assisting in tonight’s entertainment as prizes in our weekend raffle. Your new owners will win you tonight, around midnight, and get to play with you either here or back at their residences. They will return you here Sunday afternoon and, after an exit interview with Mistress Alice to ensure you are alright, you’ll be allowed on your way.”
Renewed moaning greeted her words, though only two captives seemed genuinely put out by this. From what Beth could tell from their body language it seemed more that they were annoyed they found themselves owing longer service, rather than serious outrage over being packed off for a weekend of bondage play. The girl to Beth’s front was one of the two, she began to squirm more in her bonds, loudly grunting and moaning into her gag. Her attempts to either escape or draw attention were clearly expected, and thus were ignored. Beth squirmed as racing thoughts of what it might be like to participate in the club’s auction danced across her mind. To be bid on and sold to some unknown Mistress, owned for days…
Beth shivered and thrust herself against her plugs. She really, really, wanted to cum now.
“Before we get to all that though,” the maid continued nodding at her companion, “Mistress Alice is a firm believer in the value of a good hearty breakfast.” As she spoke three boxlike contraptions descended from the ceiling, stopping just above head height. Two small hoses protruded from either side, their other ends connected to small metal protrusions. The maid closest to Beth reached up and unsnapped the two on Beth’s side of the machine, screwing one in to the front of the boy’s gag next to her, and then into the front of hers. The two captives on the other side got the same treatment, with a couple of spanks being delivered to the struggling girl when she tried to avoid the attachment.
“Everyone set? Here we go!” The maid punched a command, and a few moments later Beth found herself sucking on a surprisingly pleasant breakfast paste through her gag. Muffled moans and concerted sucking sounds around her indicated her fellow morning captives were sucking down their own breakfast too. Beth was too busy to look around, her collar forcing her to stare into the eyes of the girl across from her. Stare, and suck. Squirm, and suck. Shift, and—
“Enjoying yourself?”
Beth squeaked into her plug gag as a cool breath of air swirled about her ear. She felt like she would have levitated out of her seat but for the straps holding her in place. As it was when she jumped in her bonds the plugs shifted in a most agreeable way, and she found herself giving a long muffled moan before resuming her sucking. One of the maids had come back, and was crouched behind her. Beth managed a hurried nod, then gave a half disgruntled moan as the flow suddenly cut off. The maid patted her as she unsnapped the food hose and re-secured it to the top, “Sorry hun, Mistress Alice wants to talk with you. Don’t worry, you can keep eating once we get you out there.”
Beth grunted agreeably, and the maid grinned at her, “Alright then, here we go!”
One Brief Bondage Cart Ride Later
“I trust my club lived up to its expectations for your little party?” Mistress Alice asked warmly.
Beth grunted, and did her best to nod. She had been shifted back out into the main area of the club, brought to where a large throne-like chair had been established for Alice to lounge upon. Beth was in front of her, like a fetish supplicant, while Alice gazed down at her. To the right of the throne a boy knelt, covered head to toe in rubber, bound in a straightjacket and belted to a similar contraption as Beth. Both of them were being fed breakfast via Alice’s unique dildo delivery system, leaving the dominatrix club owner as the sole conversationalist.
Alice smiled and leaned forward to tweak at Beth’s nipples through the rubber, giving a satisfied chuckle as Beth squirmed, “I am rather disappointed that your bridesmaids didn’t think to call ahead. I positively adore wedding parties, and could have made your stay even more…memorable.” Her hand rose to briefly toy with Beth’s collar, “If you weren’t otherwise engaged with your hubby to be I might’ve kept you for another day or two. Give you the opportunity to serve together, side by side, in slavery. But I suppose Daniel will have to do.” Her grin widened and she winked at Beth as the young woman looked over at the bound boy next to Alice’s throne.
“Eeehv aaahh Shhhllaave?”
“Mine? Not before yesterday dear. Just a brave, adorable newbie who fell into my lap.” Alice said, satisfaction writ plain on her face as she settled back into her throne, a hand resting on top of Daniel’s head, “I showed him around and then played at interrogating him last night. He’s a rather poorly disciplined spy, alas. But, made my methods that much more enjoyable.” She began to tenderly stroke his head and hooded face, drawing moans from the boy as he sucked down his breakfast, “Can’t hear a blessed thing, but I do believe I’ve found my next training project.”
Beth grunted inquisitively as she finished the last of the breakfast that had been loaded up for her, her eyes betraying a nervous attention. Alice noted her expression and chuckled again, “Oh nothing like that dear. I have strict rules about how enslavement happens at my club. I admit, I do adore roleplay, but I don’t kidnap. Not so early on at least.” There was that lazily confident wink again as her hand continued to massage and stroke the boy’s hooded countenance. Beth blushed and Alice’s smile widened, “No I’ll keep him with me for a few days, to really give him a grounding in what it’s like to serve me, and then I’ll release him. Not that he’ll want to go when I’m done with him, but he’ll be welcome back to play at any point. Isn’t he adorable?” More moans came from Daniel, accompanied by her stroking his hooded head and cooing at him.
Alice turned away partly from Beth and began to agitate and tease a more vocal Daniel, leaving the blushing bride to idle away. Kneeling in front of Alice, clad in fetish gear, and bound snugly into place, heated Beth once more. The plugs inside her kept her fires stoked and merrily smouldering away, and she found herself idly continuing to suck on the dildo even after the breakfast stream had finished. Watching Alice play with her slave boy, and imagining what it might be like to be in his place. She wondered at what must be going through the boy’s head, if Alice was as good at roleplay as she seemed to imply. Thinking that he had been seduced into slavery…that he was going to be the kept plaything of a gorgeous dominant woman. Some breathtaking combination of arousal and fear no doubt, though his reaction to Alice’s attention seemed receptive enough.
All Beth could do, given her bondage, collar, and dildo fixture, was enjoy the show. With her mind awhirl as to what the boy was feeling, and imagining herself in a similar scenario, Beth managed to overcome the teasingly low vibrations of the sybian she was mounted on. The orgasm that came set Beth to purring happily into her dildo gag, and settled her struggling down to playful, sensual squirming. She lost herself to sensation, her mind content enough to simply feel…to drift…to let go…
Eventually Alice gave a signal to a maid who was nearby, and Beth was gradually freed of her bondage. Though not without one final orgasm as the maid took her time undoing her leg bondage, and brushed against Beth in an entirely distracting way. Beth gasped into her dildo gag, clenching down on it as that final powerful orgasm ripped through her. The remainder of her freeing was a blur as the maid got her out of everything but her collar, and eventually she stood knock-kneed in front of Alice. Who now had Daniel kneeling between them, head buried between her thighs.
Beth blushed as Alice gave her a lazy grin, reveling in her dominion, and began to relay information to her as though it was just the two of them.
“The bridal party are the ones you’ll need to find. I think most of the hangers-on were left in my cages overnight. Since you have a wedding this weekend I’ll forgo the normal period of club service for them, but that does come with conditions.” She used a hand to press Daniel more firmly into her, one leg hooking out around him to rest over his back, “You have to recover all the members of your bridal party and get them back here. Then anyone left imprisoned here, as well as they, will be free to go.” Alice held up a single sheet of paper, a list of names, addresses, and phone numbers in an elegant hand evident on the page. The maid who had freed Beth took it from her mistress and delivered it to the blushing bride. “The ones who ended up going home with someone you’ll want to follow up with, if only to gently remind their present captors that they are needed at a wedding tomorrow.”
Beth nodded and mumbled her thanks, still mentally unbalanced from how the morning had gone so far. Alice waved her on her way with a languid hand, and Beth shuffled off. The maid led her off to a small chamber where some street clothes had been thoughtfully arranged for her to use, along with a bathroom for some minimal freshening up. A half hour later Beth was striding across the dance floor, feeling a bit more like herself.
And that was when she saw the first members of her bridal party, and her stride shuddered to a halt for a moment.
Amy was still in the bitchsuit that Beth had seen her crammed into last night. She was bent over a pet bowl, doing her best to eat her breakfast face first. The woman who had taken her, Mistress Serene, sat casually in the booth next to Amy, eating her own breakfast. One hand absentmindedly stroking along Amy’s rubber covered head and back. Serene looked up and spotted Beth moving past, giving her a friendly wave, a warm smile, and then a show. She clicked a button on a small device next to her, and Amy was suddenly moaning and rutting in the air as the plugs nestled inside her sent her surging forward towards orgasmic bliss. By the time that Beth had crossed the remaining dance floor, she was shuddering and bucking, keening through her ring gag as she came.
Beth saw Sadie moments later. The tall, willowy girl had been dressed in a harem girl’s silks and steel restraints, and was in the middle of being trained in a dance routine by another woman in a silk dressing gown. Sadie was on top of a low, solid table, doing her best to ooze sensuality as she danced about. Her instructor paced around the table, her crop flicking out at times to encourage the girl, setting her chains jingling and often drawing a squeal from her. A few women were seated around the dance, enjoying their own more refined breakfast, and egging on the domme in charge. Another low table was set in front of them on which a naked woman had been staked out. Her body liberally strewn with fruits, creams, and other delightful foods. A male slave stood next to the couch, naked but for his collar and the ropes box-tying him, one of the women idly playing with his erection while he did his best to remain still and quiet.
Beth gave a strangled giggle and hurried on, knowing that if she stopped she would probably be drawn right back into play. Made a prisoner anew, and for who knows how long before Alice freed her again. And amazing as that might feel and be, she had a job to do. Find the other wedding party members, get them back here, get Amy and Sadie…
Her train of thought abruptly halted as she came up off the dance floor. Six cages were lined up under a large banner that read: WEDDING PARTY OF ELIZABETH AND ANDREW. In smaller text beneath it, Congratulations to the happy couple! Not to be Removed without Mistress Alice’s Permission. And inside the only cage that had an occupant, the first groomsman she had seen this morning.
Eric, a friend of Andrew’s from when both of them had played pick up community ice hockey, was hogtied inside the cage. The rope used looked comfortable enough, and he had at least avoided one of the intensive hoods. A panel gag was the only other implement she could really see, beyond the always present slave collar. As Beth crouched down to look in on him, she heard the faint buzz of a vibrator. She looked him over, and almost burst out laughing as she looked closer at his face. He was asleep. Like, really asleep. Despite the bondage and everything else, this was clearly a break from whatever he had gotten up to last night. Beth shook her head, bemused, as she continued on.
She saw a few more of her friends, not with the bridal party, beginning to busy themselves helping a couple of the club’s staff clean up from the previous night. Scrubbing down tables, sweeping up, all the while with chains tinkling and leather squeaking. Those who had not been taken home had evidently been working for some hours now at cleaning the place. All of them dressed in various styles of fetish maids, all working in restraints, and nearly all of them giving her some combination of embarrassed blush or happy smile when they met her gaze. Beth gave her greetings in passing, her own cheeks heating with desire. If only she could stay…
As Beth left the main club floor, she saw Chris, one of her and Andrew’s mutual friends, up near the bar. He had always been on the shy side, more interested in gaming and small gatherings of friends than going out to party. She had been gratified that he had agreed to come out, and now had to work to smother a sympathetic giggle. He had been stripped completely naked, with leather cuffs locked at wrists and ankles. A chastity cage imprisoned his penis, and a ball gag was firmly strapped in place. He flushed as red as his crimson gag as he saw her looking and then squeaked as the woman seated behind him on the bar gave his rear a swat with her crop.
She was taller than Chris by a head, even without the heeled boots that were comfortably crossed in front of her. Black hair in a bob cut framed her lovely face, and she was dressed in a mixture of red and black latex that seemed to just ooze sex, dominance, and wish fulfillment. A chain leash ran from her wrist to Chris’ neck, where it connected to a thick red collar. He whimpered a little, which got him another two smart smacks with the crop to get him back to scrubbing at the bar surface. The woman smiled at Beth, “Finally up and about are we?”
Beth nodded, pausing a couple paces off from them, gesturing with the list in her hand, “I apparently have some cleanup of my own to do this morning.”
“Do feel free to take your time dear,” The woman’s booted leg extended to press against Chris who whimpered again, “I find myself rather taken with your amusing friend here. Talked my ear off about his gaming activities. I asked him if he felt like helping me out with my own game, and he agreed.” She chuckled and jingled the leash, the blush on Chris’ face deepening, “Just adorably unaware of…well, quite a lot.”
“Will he, ah, still be able to attend this evening?” Beth flushed a little as the woman’s hungry eyes traced over her.
“Oh of course. We’ll both be there!” The woman declared with a smile. A strangled groan emerged from behind Chris’ gag, and her smile broadened, “In the heat of last night, I believe about an hour into my signature orgasm denial game I told him I would allow him to cum once for each additional twenty four hours he would be my slave.”
Beth eyed Chris who kept his eyes firmly fixed on the woman’s boots, cheeks a brilliant scarlet, “Ah. So…?”
“My nerdy pet here managed three orgasms, and then a fourth when I introduced him to his first butt plug.” The woman reached over and ruffled Chris’ hair, “A sterling performance. Makes me think there is quite the bondage slut hiding underneath all that shyness.” She chuckled again as Chris whimpered into his gag, “In the meantime I do believe a bracing regimen of cleaning is just the ticket before our next session.” She stood up from the chair and flexed the crop before giving a small wave to Beth, “Ta ta now. Do let me know how it all goes when we see you tomorrow.”
Beth shook her head in bemusement as the still nameless woman turned back to begin encouraging Chris at his cleaning tasks. She turned and headed out, her exit heralded by the sound of an enthusiastic cropping. She had calls to make, and places to be.