Chapter III:

It was a little surreal when they pulled up to the address that Mistress Alice had given to Beth. Here she was, dressed in normal street clothes. Driving her own normal car. On a perfectly normal street. With a rubber clad and strictly bound young woman in the backseat who was busy moaning and grinding herself against the seat.

“Would you quit that?” Beth asked with exasperation as she opened the passenger door, reaching in for the leash of her bridesmaid.

“S-sorry, Beth,” Emily moaned, squirming in her bonds, “I’m…just a l-little…mmmmmmm.” She finished in a longer moan as Beth pulled her out of the car by the leash, “Y’know that sort of thing isn’t exactly helping me calm down.” She winked at Beth.

Beth grinned back at her, giving the leash another yank, “Well control yourself missy, or else there might be consequences.”

Emily rolled her eyes as she followed Beth up the walk, “Threatening me with a good time, huh?”

“You’re not doing anything after the wedding right? I’m sure there’s plenty of options to deliver some disciplinary justice.”

Emily stuck out her tongue, “Promises, promises.”

The street was, thankfully for Beth’s peace of mind, deserted for the moment. She had already had her fill of being spotted by random strangers leaving Claire’s house, and she preferred not chancing that the next people who saw her with a rubberized slave girl would be as understanding. Claire seemed to live in a rather surreal neighbourhood, and having met the woman, Beth felt fairly certain Claire had had a pretty direct hand in shaping the neighbourhood and its inhabitants.

Just how many people had been introduced to Claire’s ropes and gags, and dominating control Beth wondered absently, as she tugged Emily along by the leash.

The two women reached the door without any embarrassing incidents, and Beth tentatively knocked. Emily stood behind her, squirming in her armbinder and making little cooing sounds. Evidently she was not yet quite done being in submissive mode. Beth cast sidelong looks at her friend, imagining what it would be like to once again be enclosed in a catsuit. To be strictly bound, paraded about where anyone might see her. She felt herself flush a little, her heart beating a little quicker at the image.

Damn it brain!

Beth knocked on the door a second time, with Emily standing behind her still giving faint moans as she shifted about. If someone didn’t answer the door right quickly, she was going to have to do something with the raunchy young woman, Beth decided.

A few more agonizing seconds passed before the door eventually swung open. A leather clad woman, a little shorter than Beth stood in the doorway. Her shock of blue hair was cut short and had once been a bit more styled. Clearly it had been an enjoyable evening and morning. The woman’s leather jacket hung fully open, revealing a leather bustier that seemed to almost seamlessly join up with her pants. Her boots were fearsome looking enough, wearable while biking or to a decent evening function. The woman stared at Beth and Emily with a grin, casually inspecting both of them with greater attention paid to Emily. The girl blushed and returned a shy smile, twisting about rather fetchingly in her attire as though to show herself off.

“Hi…Jen?” Beth ventured timidly.

“Jess.” The woman smiled, and gave a languid stretch, her eyes still tracing over Emily for a few moments before flicking back over to Beth, “Jen is taking care of our boy from a couple nights back. I assume you are the bride?”

“Beth,” she gestured to herself, “Yeah. This is, uhm, Emily. Uh…am I able to get Mark back then?” Beth’s hands played with Emily’s leash unconsciously. Why did all these dommes have to be so bloody sensual and hot. Why did she have so little time between now and the wedding to recover everyone. If Beth had known that there would be all this opportunity for kinky play…that she would enjoy it so damn much…God, this entire experience since waking up in Alice’s Club had been one gigantic tease.

Jess looked down at the leash and gave another slow smile as though she could sense the direction of Beth’s thoughts, and gestured for the two young women to come inside, “Certainly you may! Why don’t the two of you come in out of the glare, and I’ll see where Jen’s gotten to with our maid. We can help you out of all or some of that if you’d like?” She queried Emily as the girl sidled inside after Beth.

“Mmmmm,” Emily squirmed a bit more in her bondage, “I s-suppose its time.” She grinned, a little wistfully, “Claire really knows how to make someone comfortable in bondage, but I’m about ready to use my hands again.”

“She’s a regular bondage whiz that one,” the domineering leather clad Jess agreed, as she beckoned for them to follow her into the living room, “Has she ever told you about her book club story? All those nice suburban moms and ladies expecting a nice relaxing literary morning. Instead they got long, long hours of kink, pleasure, discipline, and shrieking orgasms. Claire’s pretty proud of that one, if you do manage to see her again you should certainly ask about it.”

Beth trooped along behind Jess, tugging Emily behind her, as they entered the living room. It was tastefully furnished with comfortable leather armchairs and a neat trio of small tables, with a few low bookcases rounding out the décor. Jess settled into one of the larger armchairs, and patted a place right beside her for Emily to sit down in. Beth let the leash go and settled into the armchair across from Jess, grinning as the woman snagged Emily’s leash, and pulled her firmly into her lap. Emily gave a squeal of surprise, which rapidly transformed into an appreciative moan as Jess began to squeeze and stroke and softly caress her rubber covered body.

Jess chuckled as Emily continued to softly moan, “Well I can certainly see why Claire snatched you up.” She made approving noises as she ran her hands up and down Emily’s torso. Jess began to use one hand to pluck at the armbinder’s straps and cords, but the other continued its slow, sensual exploration of Emily’s body. Emily squirmed against her, a smile tugging at her lips. Her eyes rolled around in pleasure, before eventually drifting up to meet Beth’s gaze.

Beth quirked an eyebrow, and Emily shrugged with a pleased grin as Jess cupped one of her breasts and gave it a generous squeeze.

“Mmmmmmm.”

“Such a good girl.”

“Thank you Ma’am.”

Jess ran her fingers appreciatively once more across Emily’s breasts, dwelling for a while on each one before moving to the other, “So I trust both of you had an enjoyable time at Alice’s Club last night? Was it your first time?”

At the nods from both of them, Jess grinned, “Well you certainly picked a good night. And a good group. It’s always better to come in a group, for first-timers. Gives the dommes a fun challenge to pick you off.” She gave Beth a roguish wink, and then used both hands to grope Emily’s breasts, making the bound girl moan and lean back against the leather clad woman, “And Alice’s lovely policies ensure that everyone ends up where and how they are meant to end up. Don’t they, hunny?”

“Mmmmm hhhhmmmmmmm,” Emily breathed out as she pressed herself back into Jess, “I h-had nnnoooooo idea…”

“That’s alright sweetie,” Jess brushed a kiss across the back of Emily’s collar and then returned to slowly picking away at the armbinder, “After playing with Claire, I’m assuming your brain is basically mush.” Her warm chuckle robbed the words of any insult, as did the additional gentle kiss on Emily’s collar, “Just lie back against me and enjoy. Enjoy the feeling of all that wonderful rubber against your skin. The tightness of your bonds. That lovely collar around your throat. You look beautiful.” With that Jess tilted the furiously blushing younger woman partially onto her shoulder so that she could apply herself to the business of freeing her.

Beth watched, a trifle jealously, as her friend was fondled, caressed, and eventually, freed. Jess kept up a steady stream of reassuring murmurs to Emily, while also chatting with Beth a little bit about the previous evening. She wanted much the same details as Claire had desired, and chuckled at the apparent fates that several of Beth’s friends had apparently been consigned to ever since. The armbinder slithered free from Emily’s arms, and the girl collapsed against Jess with a grateful moan.

Jess effortlessly settled back into the armchair, pulling Emily with her so that the girl was partially cradled in her lap, and facing out towards Beth. One of Jess’ arms casually drapped over Emily’s catsuited torso, absently fondling the girl’s breasts. The other caressed Emily’s head, fingers and thumb softly brushing against Emily’s skin. Emily moaned and seemed to practically melt into Jess, who wore a gently triumphant grin as she continued to minister to the exhausted young woman.

“You know it really is a shame your little bachelorette party wasn’t coordinated with the club in advance,” Jess was saying with a chuckle, “We might have been able to organize a formal auction for all of you.” She giggled at Beth’s expression, “Don’t get me wrong sweetie, the ad hoc captures were a lot of fun I think for everyone, but goodness could you imagine?” She leaned forward a little, her eyes dancing with glee, “a room full of domineering women bidding on the rights to own you for a night? For two nights? Longer? Being paraded in chains, or leather straps, or tight, constricting rope? Made to perform on stage to the delight of the audience and the orders of the auctioneer mistresses? To truly not know when you mount that stage if you’ll be kept for the evening, or for longer? And then, the winning bid. The new owner approaches, the leash is handed off, and you become another slave in the crowd, watching as the remaining prizes for the evening are won.”

Jess gave a long, happy sigh, “Mmmmmm. Alice’s auction nights are a true delight…”

Beth was trying to come up with a response that wasn’t just her stammering out a jumble of words, but was saved by the clicking of heels, and jingling of chains. The two young women turned to stare at the entryway into the living room, while Jess settled back into the armchair with a satisfied smile.

Jen entered the room, the other half of the biker domme duo. She was a good six inches taller than Jess, with blonde hair combed back in an elegant ponytail. She also wore leather pants, but had chosen to doff any leather for a top and instead had a simple, comfy black t-shirt. She smiled at Beth and Emily, and then gave the leash she was holding a quick, firm jerk. Beth gasped a little, taken aback. Emily let out a giggle.

Mark stood before them in a kinky maid outfit. The poor fellow stood in six inch high heeled pumps, with his ankles locked in leather cuffs with about a foot of chain between them. Black latex leggings covered him up to and disappearing beneath the tight latex skirt that featured as the bottom half of his French maid outfit. His hands were locked in cuffs to the wide leather belt that graced his waist, and his elbows were pulled behind him with tight leather straps. A wide leather collar was locked around his throat, and the leather hood that covered his face. A blonde ponytail, that was certainly not the brown haired Mark’s, emerged from the hood.

Beth goggled at the outfit. At the sumptuous fake breast forms that pressed tightly against the latex that kept them contained. At the large red ballgag that was buckled tightly into Mark’s mouth. At the wide blue eyes that stared at her from the hood, with their mixture of shame, shock, and unadulterated lust. Mark’s time here had clearly been spent getting the exact same sort of feelings that Beth and Emily had experienced at the hands of their own dommes.

Jen looked back at Mark with a satisfied expression before turning back to Beth and Emily, “Hello girls.” Her soft voice had a pleasing twang to it, “Ordinarily when we take a misbehaving boy from Alice’s, we keep him around for a few days. But I can say rather confidently that Mandy here,” she gave the leash another flick, drawing a moan from Mark, “will be on her best behaviour at the wedding.” Jen reeled Mark in by the leash as she finished, while still looking at the girls, and then tilted her head to look him dead in the eye, "Won’t you dear?”

Mark nodded sharply up and down, a faint whimper escaping from his well plugged mouth.

“Good.” Jen turned to look at Beth, “If she does get out of hand at all, just give us a call. I’ve warned her what will happen if one dainty toe is put out of line at your big day.” She grinned.

Jess laughed from where she was sitting, her hands once more busy with Emily’s rubberized form, “She was a bundle of fun for us too. If we could’ve had her for a few days more, she might even have been ready to be a server at your wedding after party.” Emily tittered a little and then moaned as Jess slipped a hand down between her legs, while the other drifted up to pull and toy with her collar. Jess leaned in to nibble at her ear and then began whispering something into Emily’s ear. The bridesmaid rapidly began to flush a brilliant scarlet.

Beth stepped forward, tentatively accepting the leash from Jen’s outstretched hand. She examined Mark’s bonds, “Locked. Keys?”

“At Alice’s.” Jen grinned again and gave Mark a hard spank on his rear, making him yelp, “Mandy can enjoy her bondage among friends for as long as you want her kept like that.” She dangled a small key on a string by her fingers, still giggling, “We will bring this to the after party. Mandy can get the key to her chastity from us then. A final bit of insurance that she behaves for you.” Jen winked at Mark and Beth, drawing a long moan from the former and a disbelieving suppressed giggle from the latter. Beth snapped the leash onto Mark’s collar and gave it a tug.

“Well hun, I guess you’ll be staying this way for a while longer. Just until I finish my rounds,” Beth paused, and then, not able to resist, added, “Probably. Y’know, if you’re good.” Mark’s eyes went wide, and he gave another loud moan of disbelief and, mostly, horniness, which cut off in a squeal of surprise as Beth and Jen both delivered a pair of spanks apiece to his tightly latex’d rump. Beth and Jen traded grins, and then Beth turned back to take in Emily and Jess, the latter of whom was just hauling the other girl to her feet by her leash.

“Thank you both so much for making this straightforward.”

“What? You were expecting to be leaped upon and tied up again?” Jess chuckled as Beth’s blush betrayed that yes, that had been a sneaking suspicion, “Relax honey, that’s what the Club is for after all. Anyone not registered as a domme there is basically fair game. But here, in our home? The two of you were perfectly polite. And I do love your bashful friend.” She gave Emily’s bottom a pinch, and Emily groaned, trying to swat the slightly shorter woman’s hands away without much success or effort.

Jen and Jess both insisted on hugging Beth, squeezing her tightly against them. Both of them also took the opportunity to grope and fondle Mark one more time apiece, making the boy squeal and squirm as confident, knowing hands touched him in all the right places to get him panting hard into his gag. That final task complete, Jen stood at the door and waved, while Jess accompanied the three members of the wedding party as they carefully trooped down the step and headed for the car.

“Good luck sweetie!” Jen called out.

Jess grabbed Emily by the collar, pressed her up against the car, and gave her a long drawn out kiss. When she broke away, the younger woman made a soft “oh” sound, and stared up with wide eyes and reddening cheeks.

“Think about it sweetness.” Jess blew her a kiss and then began to stride back towards the house, calling out over her shoulder, “Open offer!”

Beth had to give Emily a little shake afterwards to get her to stop staring longingly after Jess. She got both Mark and Emily into the back of the car, with Emily becoming quite giggly as Mark kept up a constant stream of moans and grunts as his tightly bound form was gotten inside. Emily began to run her hands over his body, giving his chest a few squeezes, and giggling at the indignant sounds Mark was making, “Well Mark, you do make a rather cute little maid. Maybe we should have you over for a girl’s night sometime. You can be our little serving wench, hmmm?”

Mark grunted, wide-eyed, and tried to shake his head, but Emily just laughed and continued to poke and grope at him.

“Uhm, Em? What was that little offer thing that Jess was talking about?” Beth asked, as she started the car and began to pull away.

“Oh.” Emily blushed, her hands absently moving a little over Mark’s legs, “Well the two of them are apparently planning a…a…trip.”

“A trip?”

“Uh huh,” Emily looked out the window, the colour beginning to really rise in her face, “A month long bike trip. J-just the two of them.”

“Just?”

“Weeeellllll…” Emily temporized, darting little glances over at Beth in the mirror before finally tugging at her collar, “Jess…Jess asked if I wanted to come with them. As…a-as their bike bitch.”

“Their what?” Beth asked with a laugh

“Bike Bitch.” Emily seemed to almost be turning the words over in her mind, “I’d be completely covered in rubber, tightly bound, and then strapped to the back of one of their bikes.” She swallowed, and continued in a husky voice, “Being teased to the brink all the time while riding, and then being used by the two of them wherever we stopped for the evening.” Emily shivered a little, a smile easing across her face, “I t-told her I wanted to think about it. So I’ve got until two days after the wedding.”

Mark was staring at her wide-eyed with shock. Beth was a little better, managing a grin after a few moments.

“So I guess I shouldn’t expect you at the post-honeymoon get together?”

Emily gave a half strangled laugh, still with that far away look on her face, “I dunno. I haven’t quite…quite decided yet. A whole month…I mean, it’s a lot.” She looked up at Beth and grinned, “And are the two of you even gonna be going away for your honeymoon anymore? Seems like Claire was offering a nice little package to stay in town. I can’t think she’s the only one either. I mean, getting to play with a newly married couple? I bet Alice is just dying to—”

“Oh hush.” Beth blushed a similar shade of red. She had indeed gotten several offers, though Claire’s had certainly been the most tempting. Alice ha never come right out and said it, but Beth suspected that the redheaded domme would love to have her and Andrew as collared playthings for a couple of weeks. Visions of Claire yanking her along on a leash, of Alice flogging Andrew while her husband groaned into his thick gag, flashed before her eyes.

Maybe…

Beth gave her head a shake. Before she could ever get to that point, she still had another groomsman to find, and her husband to be as well. And still had the actual wedding, the dinner, and the reception to accomplish. After that…well, what two newly wed adults did for their honeymoon was really no ones business but their own, after all.

Beth drove onwards, her mind drifting between her current mission, and the prospects of the future. Emily sat in the back, toying with Mark, while thinking of the opportunity that had been offered to her. Mark, helpless to do anything, could think of little else beyond the sensations that crowded through his brain, and the tight cage keeping his cock firmly in check.

It was a long, long ride to their next destination…

The House of Stella…