Beth groaned in enjoyment as she finished her coffee, the warm liquid sending a pleasant jolt of awareness racing through her.

“Sorry my dear, did you say something?” The warm voice chuckled into her ear from the phone.

Beth gave a small start, and a wry grin, “Oh, sorry Madame. Just finishing up another cup of coffee. Last night really took it out of me.”

The warm voice made an amused clucking sound, “Well of course it did dear, you and your friends put on quite the show. Anyhow, just to answer your question again, yes I had a delightful young man from your group with me last night. Not one of those groomsmen alas, but still a most enjoyable playmate.”

“And he already took off?”

“Well…less took off and more staggered out when I finally let him go. I do believe he will be wearing long sleeves and pants for some time to come.” The voice gave a happy sigh, “Rope is such a delight, don’t you think?”

“Um, y-yes. Of course.” Beth was still somewhat taken aback at just how many of her friends, and a couple members of her and Andrew’s respective families, had ended up under the control of masters and mistresses last night.

“Anyhoo, it’s probably best if I’m noted down as his plus one. I think the poor boy is rather besotted with me. And I always enjoy weddings.”

Beth strangled the bark of laughter that almost ripped from her throat, and instead managed a breathy, “Of course Madame.”

“Splendid,” the warm voice sounded like if the two of them were together, Beth would be getting a pat on the head. She had gotten that tone quite a bit this morning, and always found herself squirming a little at it, “I shan’t keep you longer then, I believe you still have plenty to do. Ta for now dearie, and I’ll see you at the wedding.”

Beth made her own good byes and hung up the phone. She glanced down at the sheet of paper in front of her, and drew another line through a name. That took care of just about everybody who had been brought home last night from the bachelorette and bachelor party. The other names on the list that weren’t crossed off were either the groomsmen, her husband to be, Emily her bridesmaid, and a couple of others who had actually been kept at Alice’s.

Beth took a few calming breaths. She was almost done. Almost done with needing to speak with dominant women, one after another, all of whom took a positive delight in making teasing comments, or who simply spoke in such a way that made Beth wish she could have the conversation face to face. If only to be able to be in the presence of such individuals. She scrubbed a hand through her soft hair, fixing the many strands that had come loose from the messy top bun that she had swept it up into before beginning her calls.

Time to start getting her bridal party back together.

She punched in the number for Emily’s captor. Claire.

Beth only dimly recalled the woman, even though it had been at the start of the night. She had already been in her initial bondage that the girls had placed her in while still in the limo. All in white, with leather restraints and a gag. She had been sitting in her chair, wondering what the evening was going to bring, when Claire had arrived. Even though she looked relatively ordinary in her dress for the fetish club, Beth remembered her very quickly taking charge.

What had been a somewhat disorganized grouping of giggling and blushing men and women was quickly whipped into shape. Claire rapidly had several of the boys in various states on bondage, egging on a few of the girls, including Amy, to start trying their hand at dominating their new captives. And that had been when Emily had been taken.

Emily had just finished tickling the boy who was hogtied on the table in front of them, and had turned back towards Beth. Her friend had opened her mouth, seemingly to ask the bound and gagged bride something, when suddenly Claire was behind her. The sensual domme pressed herself closely in to Emily, her hands drifting oh so nicely across Emily’s torso to lightly snare her wrists. Beth remembered seeing Claire’s mouth moving, asking Emily something that she couldn’t quite hear. She remembered Emily swallowing convulsively, her head nodding almost on auto pilot. She recalled the way Emily’s face seemed to glow with nervous anticipation as Claire locked her into cuffs.

Most of all she remembered the surprised arousal that had bloomed on Emily’s face when Claire had locked the collar around her neck. The almost dreamy look her eyes had seemed to sink into as she was leashed and led away. Beth had experienced much the same feeling at multiple points throughout the evening. It seemed that she and her friends were going to have plenty to talk about over the weekend.

The click of an answered phone brought Beth back to earth.

“H-hello?”

“Hello yourself!” a bubbly, warm laugh seemed to carress Beth’s ear, “What can I help you with?”

“Ummm, I got this number from Alice, uh, Mistress Alice.” Beth felt like she was a stammering student again, trying to explain herself to her teacher. It was not the first time today that she was feeling like this, and she felt a blush begin to creep up her face, “She told me that you, um, have one of my bridesmaids?”

“Ooooooh!” Claire gave a happy squeal, “So you’re the blushing bride!” her voice dropped to a sensual purr, “I’m soooooo happy you called.”

Beth was blushing now truly, an appealing thin shade of red that suffused her cheeks, “T-thanks. I was wondering if I could come and pick her up? Kinda time limited…”

Some sort of background noise came over the line, an odd combination of mewling and heavy breathing. Beth blinked and began to ask about it, but Claire’s voice came back over, a trifle breathy amid the sultry energy she was putting on towards Beth.

“So you want to come and pick up dear, sweet Emily, hmmm?” Claire crooned over the phone. A sort of brushing sound came over the line, and Beth recognized the slightly squeaky note to it. Claire was running her hands across something covered in latex. “Are you quite certain you need her so quickly?”

Beth grinned a touch nervously, “I kinda have an event coming up…my wedding?”

Claire’s delighted chuckle tinkled into her ear, “Oh. Well I suppose that’s a decent excuse.” The latex sound was back, along with that moaning sound. Beth blushed.

“Hmmmm. So my playmate must leave me earlier than I was planning…” Claire’s voice became thoughtful, “I’ll just have to find a few more I suppose.” She giggled and then began speaking a bit more loudly, “Sweetie, did you hear? Your dear friend Beth is coming to get you.”

A frustrated wail came clearly over the phone, and Beth let out a disbelieving giggle. She recognized Emily’s voice. The quiet, shy girl had certainly never made sounds like that where Beth could hear.

“Should I tell her to drive slow?” Claire made a soothing clucking sound, “Hmmm? Should I ask her, Pet?”

A frantic mewling sound, and more latex movement followed. Beth’s mind was taken up with all sorts of images of what could be going on. She bit down on her own desire to let out a soft moan as she imagined what Claire might do to her in Emily’s place. No, dang it. She had to be someplace.

“Hmmmm,” Claire’s voice broke into her thoughts like a welcome summer breeze, warm and refreshing, “Well Beth, it seems your little minx of a bridesmaid wants you to drive over here soooo slowly.” Claire purred the last two words in a throaty growl, “Don’t come too quickly now, or I shall be…disappointed in you…”

The pregnant silence that followed was only broken after a few moments by Claire’s giggle, and then the click of her ending their conversation.

Beth was seized again with images of all the ways this woman could express her sensual disappointment in her…and if it wasn’t for her pressing need to still find her fiancé and the other two groomsmen, she would be tempted. Sorely tempted, to throw herself back into the arms of a domme. Especially one with Claire’s reputation, which Beth was only now becoming even dimly aware of.

Beth’s mind was occupied with all manner of kinky scenarios as she drove along, trying to drive reasonably slow without seeming to be too out of the ordinary. She hardly wanted to have to explain things to a cop. She would sound insane.

So instead her mind wandered as she neared Claire’s neighbourhood. She imagined pulling up to the house, and Claire ordering her to her knees to crawl inside. She imagined being waylaid from bushes and dragged into the shadows, emerging as the rope locked pleasure toy of this giggling seductress who would lead her into her den. Beth imagined having to barter for Emily’s freedom via all manner of kinky games, enslaved as Claire’s newest plaything. She imagined as well simply being bound and tucked away, perhaps for arriving too soon, and forced to wait while Claire finished whatever mad kink games she had played with Emily.

All these possibilities and more swirled about her head as she slowly rolled down the residential street until she arrived before Claire’s home. Beth double checked the address. It was correct. She took a few moments to try to at least tamp down on the roiling cauldron that was her mind at the moment, and then headed up the walk.

Beth didn’t have to wait too long after making her presence known. The door swung open, and she let out a small gasp. A woman stood there in a fetish maid outfit, complete with restraints, collar, and a gag. She stared at the fetish maid for several moments, and then flushed a little as she looked up to find the girl’s eyes twinkling at her. Beth vaguely recognized her as one of the staff from the club last night. Perhaps Claire had taken her home as well when she had snatched Emily. She pulled her thoughts back as they began to flutter away again.

“Is Claire in?” Good. Solid question. Not much trembling or obvious lust. She mentally rolled her eyes at herself.

The maid beckoned her inside and led her through the house. It didn’t take long before Beth was striding into Claire’s living room, and found herself facing an oddly domestic looking fetish scene.

A man and a woman were kneeling before a chair, in which a third woman sat. The kneeling woman was dressed in a deep blue rubber catsuit, with a similarly coloured armbinder and Gwen hood. The kneeling man was comfortably restrained in leather, and was moaning as the seated woman ran a foot teasingly up and down his throbbing erection. The woman in the chair had to be Claire. The easy dominant position, the confident grin on her face…it had to be.

Beth stepped forward, pulling the small wrinkled sheet out of her pocket that had the names of all her people on it, “Hi…” she flushed a little, using the excuse of looking at the paper to gather herself, “…Claire?”

“That’s me!” The seated woman declared happily, never pausing in her teasing of the man. She played absently with the two leashes she held, seemingly enjoying the tinkling of chain that filled the space.

“I think you have my bridesmaid…?” Beth cocked an eyebrow. She tried to appear calm and confident, but couldn’t help the nervous smile that crept onto her face as she felt the effortless control that Claire seemed to exert without realizing.

Claire grinned up at her, and reeled Emily in by the leash until her face was pressed against Claire’s leg. A faint, aching moan emerged from the hood. Beth forced herself not to swallow nervously. Claire had had her for what, a day? Emily’s collected appearance and attitude seemed to have been completely dispatched. “Indeed I do.”

Beth managed a nod, “G-good. I, uh, 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." Beth sank down into a chair opposite, and gave a half-disbelieving chuckle. It hardly seemed like the past 24 hours could be anything more than a wonderful fantasy. A dream that she was going to wake from any minute back to the humdrum reality of life, "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," Beth deadpanned, and Claire laughed. Beth couldn’t help but giggle as well after a few moments, and felt some of the tension running out of her.

"Well, c'mon! Fill me in on your big night! I think all my little subs are interested in hearing about it toooo." Claire grinned at all three of them, though Emily’s eyes were in a dreamy sort of partial wakefulness that spoke of achieving sub-space. Beth was definitely going to have a long talk with the girl after this, she had never dreamed Emily would be this into the fetish scene. Just met the right domme, Beth supposed.

"Andrew, his groomsmen, and a few others 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..." Beth shivered a little in remembrance, "well, pretty awesome in a horribly uncontrolled sort of way."

For a few moments she was back there again, frantically moaning out answers, or shrieking in laughter and begging for relief. Other times she had had a vibrator placed just so to stimulate her in ways that had had her going cross eyed with the effort of trying to think clearly about answers. Neither she nor Andrew had done particularly well, which had resulted in a great deal of teasing, tormenting, and edging for both of them.

Beth 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?" Claire’s grin widened and she fairly preened at Beth’s mention of her capture of Emily. Compliments on her kidnapping or captivating ability seemed to be quite the hit.

Beth 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 later 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. “Especially naughty ones who don’t remember their manners.”

"Yeah.” Beth blushed, remembering through the haze of her memory at how seeing Mark reduced into being a bondage maid had nearly gotten her over the edge if Amy hadn’t ripped the vibrator away and delivered a pair of blows with her crop. That had sent Beth thrashing with frustrated desire in a rather…vocal fashion, “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..."

Beth paused for a moment, shaking her head at his foolishness. Gavin was about the same level of socially inept gamer guy as Chris, but even he should have realized after Mark. Heck, Emily and a fair number of others had already been waylaid at that point, "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 with a collar and panel gag locked on. He had a bit of a wild look in his eyes..." Beth shifted her legs, squeezing them together a bit. Gavin was always shy enough that she hadn’t really been able to speak with him too much in person. Seeing him the helpless prisoner of those three rubber clad goddesses was…well…

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

"Strapon sessions. Oh I know." Beth 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, and he’s usually hardly able to speak with girls he knows let alone…well, someone like Stella."

"Not after he spends time with Stella he won't be." Claire began to stroke Emily’s hooded head, still using her foot to play with the bound man’s erection, “She’s really rather sweet for all that her sessions can be intensive. Once she’s decided on a plaything being one of her Sluts though…” Claire chuckled and waggled her eyebrows suggestively.

Beth 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. “I saw him just before I left, hogtied in a cage and fast asleep the silly goof.”

Beth relaxed back into her chair, "...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. I saw her this morning in a rather fetching harem girl outfit, dancing on a table.” Beth licked her lips a trifle breathlessly, “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 Beth on the arm, "So that's how you ended the night?"

"Well once Amy was bound in her bitchsuit and collared I got put inside a vacbed with a vibrator and secured to the wall." Beth shivered a little in remembrance, a smile tracing her lips in spite of herself. The complete enclosure of the vacbed was still something that thrilled her, "That's how I ended my night. And when Mistress Serene started putting Amy into the 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." Beth trembled a little at the memory, flushed with remembered pleasure and aching desire.

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?"

Beth nodded, her eyes darting over the bound man, then over to Emily, and then ending back on Claire, "By the time I got let out and...breakfasted...most of the party goers had texted me. Or, my phone actually." 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." Beth toyed with a few strands of her hair, her mind drifting back to that morning. To how she had felt being locked in bondage, kneeling before the club owner. Such wonderful, gloriously pleasurable submission. She grinned.

"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 every moment since learning how to be a puppy." Beth said absently, trying to sound casual. "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. The maid had vanished part way through the conversation, and was now coming back into the room with a tea set. The merry jingle of her chains made Claire’s grin widen further as she watched the girl with pleased, proprietary eyes. The maid set down the try carefully between Beth and Claire and then looked over at the bound man, who gave a desperate little moan. His eyes stared longingly at the maid, who seemed to preen beneath both Claire’s and his looks.

Claire cleared her throat as the silence began to stretch, and gestured to the tray that the maid set down on the table between her and Beth, "Tea?"

There was a pregnant pause. Beth looked at the tea. Then her eyes flicked up to Claire’s cupidic, innocent smile. Then they were drawn like metal to a magnet over to the chest brimming with bondage restraints that was open for everyone to see. Beth’s heart hammered in her chest, her brain grappling with itself. The implication was clear. Drink the tea, imbibe whatever fun little substance the maid had put in the cup, and she would be willingly surrendering herself to Claire and her control.

A not inconsiderable part of Beth ached to do just that. To snatch the cup, down its contents, and find herself once more under the control of a domme. To be kept in close confinement, utterly controlled, and forced to serve Claire in whatever way her new Mistress desired.

But Beth had duties. She had a bloody wedding to get to tomorrow. No matter how much her libido clawed at her self-control, she had things to do and places to be. So instead of quaffing the tea with a rakish smile, which is what she desperately wanted to do, Beth swallowed. Hard. And, fighting herself every step of the way, managed to blurt, “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." Claire grinned, then held out the bridesmaid's leash to the woman, "All the happiness in the world to you."

Beth managed not to whimper in pleasure as she accepted the leash. She would have to talk with Andrew of course, but…something like this…for weeks…

Screw a destination honeymoon, there was all sorts of fun to be had in the city, wasn’t there?

Beth managed to conceal her inner desire, or at least she hoped she had, and gave Claire a nod of thanks. With a cautious tug on the leash she took a few paces towards the door. Emily, startled out of her little submissive dreamland, climbed unsteadily to her feet, burbling unintelligible submissive noises. Another tug, and they were walking towards the door, with the maid trailing after them and closing the door firmly behind them.

Beth marched them firmly down the walk and to her car, not daring to stop lest her self-control fray enough to give in and return to Claire’s home. She busied herself with the logistics of getting a pleasure fried Emily into the backseat of her car without too much commotion. She nearly died of embarrassment when she noticed a couple out walking, but the two of them simply smiled understandingly and waved to her reassuringly. Which only made Beth wonder how many other men and women Claire had snatched up, played with, and then paraded outside to their vehicles.

Clearly, enough that being dressed up and bound in fetish gear was pretty unremarkable.

Beth finished settling Emily into the backseat, and strapped her in with the seatbelt, “Is that alright?”

Beth looked at Emily with some concern, but the other girl just moaned into her gag and relaxed back as best she could against the seat. Beth unbuckled the gag and let it drape around the girl’s neck,

“Sorry, I would untie you completely, but we really do need to grab the others first.”

Emily gave a weary nod, “Don’t worry about it Beth. Almost a day of Claire’s attentions, I can wait another couple hours to be free.” She breathed out a tired sigh, then smiled up at Beth’s worried expression, “I’m fine Beth. Claire just…well, let’s just say she knows her business.”

“That good, huh?”

Emily closed her eyes and gave a satisfied moan, “And then some. If you weren’t getting hitched tomorrow…” She gave a half embarrassed laugh before settling back into her seat with a dreamy smile, “So you just drive. I’m rather looking forward to seeing the boys after that story you told to us.”

Beth giggled in spite of herself, “It was rather something, wasn’t it?” She slid into the driver’s seat, “And sorry again about the delay. I was calling around, hit most of the list, but then just crashed near noon and didn’t wake up until an hour ago.”

“It’s fine.” Emily repeated, undulating a bit in her bonds, “Last night was fun enough, anyhow.” She giggled, “Let’s go find our lost boys.”