Beth’s mind was still consumed with the thought of what this vague ‘kink’ honeymoon would look like, that she had to backtrack twice on her route to Mistress Midnight’s abode.

Was that something she wanted? Beth was genuinely torn. Her mind was so inflamed by her experiences from the past day and a half that she desperately wanted more. But at the same time, Andrew had probably had a different experience than her. She had only spent one real night in bondage, he had been a captive ever since their effectively joint parties.

A grin stole over her face at remembering snatches of him tied up. She had never really dipped her toes that deeply into the genuine kink represented by Alice’s Club. But goodness, her fiancé had looked incredible stripped to his underwear and roped to that chair. And there’d been something incredible about seeing him dressed in rubber, when that gorgeous black domme had appeared to spirit him away. Mistress Midnight, whoever she actually was, had taken him quickly in hand. Beth just hoped Andrew had managed to enjoy himself a little.

Because she really, really wanted more.

Desperate moaning from the backseat made her giggle, as she realized that Gavin and Mark were both being teased once more by an increasingly playful Emily. She was busy whispering something into Mark’s ear, one hand disappearing underneath his maid outfit. Her other hand was absently tweaking Gavin’s nipples, coaxing the boy into moaning softly.

“Having fun back there?” Beth asked dryly, finally getting onto what she was sure was the right street.

“With my one chance to finally tease the shit out of the boys?’ Emily smirked as Mark moaned and tried to thrust his hips, and his caged cock, into her hand, “Of course! Really I think the ladies we’ve met have done great work at finally evening the playing field.” She wrapped an arm around Gavin, pulling the bound young man in to snuggle against her while she kept teasing Mark’s locked cock, “I like them both better like this I think.”

Mark flushed bright red and grunted into his gag. He clearly had views, though they were just as clearly going to remain his own. Neither Beth nor Emily was much interested in removing his gag at the moment. For his part, Gavin just moaned again and snuggled in closer to Emily, who commenced gently caressing his face. Stella, Molly, and Sarah really had sucked every last morsel of energy out of him. He’d been utterly compliant ever since leaving, never giving a hint of discomfort or distaste for remaining bound. For Mark at least, they had the excuse that at least some of his stuff was locked on and they didn’t yet have the key. For Gavin though…the sweet boy seemed to be genuinely comfortable in his armbinder, collar, and gag.

Beth would never have picked him for being such an ardent submissive, shy though she had known him to be all the years they’d known each other. She was pretty sure he’d be making his way back to Stella and her girls before the weekend was through.

“How do you think Andy’s doing?” Emily asked, making kissy noises at Mark as she kept the boy at a boil.

“I was just wondering that,” Beth admitted with a chuckle, trying to read house numbers as she chugged along the residential street, “Last I saw he was in that rubber pet suit thing, getting led away by Mistress Midnight. So…I dunno…”

“I bet he’s a desperate little bitch right about now,” Emily chirped, and then laughed as Beth drew a breath in to protest, “C’mon, all of us were desperate little bitches. I bet you wanted nothing more than to stay with Alice. I know if not for you getting hitched today, my brains would still be mush because Claire would still have me strapped up and teased beyond all reason.”

Beth blew out the breath she had taken to protest, “Fine. Yes, I wouldn’t be surprised. I just…” she paused for a moment, unsure how much she wanted to say, “I just, I hope he had a good time is all.”

“I’m sure he did,” Emily reassured her, as Beth finally spotted the address and pulled into the drive, “Alice seems to be pretty discerning about her club’s clientele. I can’t imagine Andrew had a bad time. Frustrating, sure.” She giggled suddenly, “Maybe Mistress Midnight has your fiancé in chastity too!”

Beth blushed, “Well we’re here.” She looked out of the window, her eyes tracing over the exterior of the house. It was an ordinary little home, not the relaxed grandeur of Stella’s place, nor did it have the sense of pregnant promise that had accompanied Claire’s home. No, the home of Mistress Midnight, the lair of the final domme, was…utterly ordinary. On an ordinary street.

“Can you bring the boys?”

Emily grinned, giving Mark’s chastity cage one last teasing stroke before patting him on the cheek, “I love parading our bitch boys around. Maybe we can take some kinky bridal party pictures or something to remember this weekend.”

The boys moaned in near-unison, though Gavin sounded much less opposed than Mark did to that idea. Not that either of them really got a vote on something like that.

“We’ll see,” Beth was already out of the car, eager to find Andrew. Eager to see what manner of time he’d had, under the control of this mysterious domme.

The four of them got to the door without any trouble, though Beth was still nervous that some passerby was going to spot them. She knocked, her heart thudding in her chest.

The door opened and Beth sucked in a deep breath.

The figure before them was as if Mark’s outfit had been dialed up to eleven on the fetish scale. Covered head to toe in tight purplish-black rubber, the only human feature to be seen were the eyes, which looked at Beth and her small party from within the thick rubber hood with slight curiosity. Clad in a rubberized version of a maid outfit, the submissive’s arms were locked in shackles which were linked to a thick, high collar, and again to a broad leather waist belt. More chains were secured to their ankles, forcing them to take short steps in the high heels that were locked to their feet. And finally, a thick panel gag was locked on, covering the lower half of their hooded head.

Beth took another breath. Despite the outfit, she was fairly certain the person was male. Could it…?

“A-Andrew? Sweetheart?” Beth managed to venture.

The rubber maid shook his head, but stepped to one side and gestured for them to come inside. Beth hesitated for a moment, but then pushed in past the maid. Over the threshold. Into the lair of the final domme. She took another deep breath once inside, eying the maid who waited patiently for Emily to drag the two bound groomsmen into the house, before carefully shutting and locking the door. She spotted the tag dangling from the maid’s collar. Property of Mistress Midnight.

Beth shivered a little. The maid seemed like a fairly permanent fixture of the place. Was this someone from the club? Some boy snatched up like Andrew had been?

The maid brushed past Beth, beckoning them to follow as he slowly shuffled deeper into the house, click-clacking away on the wooden floors. The merry jingle of chains filled the otherwise quiet hallway, broken only by their movement, and the moans of the two groomsmen as Emily tugged them along.

“Well that was quite the greeting,” Emily giggled, “I guess this Mistress Midnight really goes in for the heavy fetish look for her subs.”

“Guess so,” Beth murmured as they walked along side by side, “God I thought for a moment it was Andrew, and…”

“And…?” Emily asked, her eyes twinkling.

Beth flushed, “I just…he would look so damn hot like that.”

“Mmmm,” Emily nodded in agreement, “In fairness, I think you’d look pretty hot like that too. Imagine the pair of you—”

“Reeeeally not helping,” Beth muttered, giving her friend a playful shove. Emily just laughed and gave a firm tug on the two leashes she held. Gavin shuffled along behind, softly mumbling into his gag as his half glassy eyes took in the place. Mark for his part was still trying to demand something as he minced along. Neither woman paid him much mind. It was a rare treat to see Mark reduced to this mincing sissy maid, so different from his brash self, that they both were in no hurry to free him from his restraints. Not even his gag.

The mysterious rubberboy maid led them onwards into the house, passing by several normal looking rooms, and then to a set of stairs leading into the basement. Beth swallowed, suddenly a little nervous as he gestured for her to follow him down, and then slowly clattered down the stairs. She followed, a few paces behind, leaving Emily to sort out how the two captive groomsmen would go down.

Beth made it to the landing without incident, finding herself in some sort of receiving room. It wasn’t especially large, Some shelves along one side that held a mix of kinky and vanilla clothing. The other side was a small inset alcove meant for outside footwear. The maid glanced pointedly at Beth’s shoes until she removed them and stacked them up in the space. Emily was made to do the same, though the boys evidently got a pass. High heels, or footwear provided by Mistress Stella seemed fine. Sneakers were not.

The door to their front easily drew the attention. Heavy-set and all black, it was decorated with gold lettering.

Midnight’s Lair. Enter, But Beware

Beth couldn’t help but giggle nervously.

“C’mon,” Emily nudged her, “How bad could it be? You’ve gotten through three house visits. Last one.”

Beth nodded, her jaw firming a little and stepped forward. The maid, chains tinkling, opened the door as she approached, stepping in and then gesturing her inside. As the door opened Beth was suddenly aware of a steady slap slap slap sound coming from within, and the telltale noises of a thoroughly gagged young man bleating in distress.

Honey, I’m home, Beth thought to herself, and only barely resisted the urge to let out a most unladylike guffaw of laughter. Hardly the time or place, and Andrew would be just a little peeved at her for laughing. But it was oh so tempting.

The playroom was about what Beth had expected. Plentiful bondage furniture, gear, and paraphernalia of all sorts. Most of it in deepest blacks, vibrant reds, and dark purple. The perfect colour accompaniment to midnight. The Mistress herself was turning from where she had just been administering a spanking. Clad in a black rubber catsuit, knee high boots, and cinched corset, she was every inch the classic dominatrix look, which only enhanced her ebony complexion. Her dark hair was swept back into a long braid that came down to her mid-back, and her eyes twinkled brightly as she smiled towards Beth. But it was past her that Beth’s gaze was drawn, to the wriggling, moaning form that appeared to be locked to a treadmill.

Andrew had been completely encased in a black latex gimp suit. A bitch suit really, as his arms and legs were folded up, and he was presently being forced to walk on all fours. Beth could see the padding that would likely let him do this for hours, and also saw the thick collar wrapped around his neck, and the tight gag buckled around his head. No inch of his humanity was observable, just like the maid. But as she had sensed with the maid, Beth knew her fiancé.

She took a step forward, just as the dominatrix delivered another firm pair of blows with her crop, causing Andrew to yelp into his gag and reapply himself to waddling along on the treadmill.

“Keep that up puppy slut! I’ve got some visitors, but if you start slacking off, I’ll punish you right in front of them.” The domme turned more fully to look at Beth, “Visitors! How delightful! I’m Mistress Midnight.” She stepped in close, taking Beth’s hand and raised it to her mouth, giving it a lingering kiss. Beth blushed, and the domineering black woman grinned, “Such a bashful bride. I love it! Darling,” She turned past Beth to the maid, “Fetch refreshments please. Enough for a conversation. Perhaps this slut can help you.” She flicked her crop out to lightly strike Mark’s thigh. He warbled into his gag, but Emily yanked on the leash as she handed him off to the rubber maid.

“Behave yourself Mandy!” Emily called after the protesting maid, as the anonymous slave maid tugged him away, “We can always deliver you right back to your biker gals!”

“So!” Midnight was still holding Beth’s hand, her eyes snaring the bride-to-be’s own, “What can I help you with sweetie?”

Beth swallowed. Hard. Why, oh why, did all of these women have to be enticingly, sensually, domineering and attractive? She wanted to do nothing more than sink to her knees and stare up at this woman. She wanted…Oooooh but she wanted.

But instead of giving in and losing herself in Midnight’s eyes, Beth managed to clear her throat, “I’m, uhm, I’m the bride. F-from th-that party. Mistress Alice let me go to come get my p-people back.” Beth flushed, somehow off kilter, “I’m, I’m getting married today.”

“Oh its you!” Midnight exclaimed, running her hand along Beth’s other arm, and curling just for a moment over her hip, “When I took possession of my little puppy slut, the last I saw of you was a squirming ornament on the wall. Covered in rubber and out of her mind with lust.” Midnight grinned, brushing fingers across Beth’s flushed face, “I had thought you would have come yesterday, immediately after the party, but I suppose you had other stops to make.” She smiled understandingly at Beth, and then stepped back, pulling Beth with her, “Come sit with me then sweetie, and we can chat more comfortably.”

Beth was pulled along, and then down to sit on Midnight’s lap as the dome sprawled out on a nearby leather couch, while a grinning Emily settled herself down nearby in a well appointed chair to play with Gavin and watch the show. Beth half-noticed as Gavin was coaxed down to his knees, his gag pulled free to dangle around his neck, and then put to work licking and worshipping Emily’s bare feet.

Beth had only a moment to watch them before she felt an arm snake around her waist and pull her snugly against Midnight. She blinked, and was about to open her mouth to say something when Midnight’s other hand boldly took hold of her jaw, turning her head this way and that as though inspecting a pet, before shamelessly dropping down to begin gently groping Beth’s breasts.

“Uhm…” Beth lost whatever she was going to say as the black woman grinned at her.

“So my sweet…here you are, in my lair…” Midnight gripped Beth’s breasts, keeping the woman firmly pressed to her as she smiled, “What can I do to you…ah…for you…” Beth blushed as the woman chuckled and winked at her ‘slip of the tongue.’

“You can give me my husband back.” Beth had meant to sound calm and confident. What came out was small, and almost questioning. As though she were offering a suggestion. She sucked in a sudden breath as Midnight tweaked a nipple through her clothes. The other woman grinned at her.

“I could do that, of course.” She languidly looked over to where Andrew was still doing his best to crawl along. Her hand left Beth’s breasts for a moment to pick up a nearby remote, “Well pup, it seems you get to exit early from my programme.” She pressed two buttons. One seemed to cause the treadmill to stop. The other started a soft buzzing sound, and Beth’s eyes widened as Andrew let out a guttural moan and began dry-humping and gyrating his hips. Arching his back and desperately thrusting into the air on all fours.

“I’m gonna…go help Mandy,” Emily giggled, “I’ll leave you two to negotiate.” She clucked her tongue and urged Gavin back up to his feet, re-gagged him, and pulled him away and out of the room.

Beth hardly heard her. She couldn’t tear her eyes away, couldn’t help but watch in mute fascination as her husband to be moaned and ground his hips against the vibrations that were pulsing through him. He had always been rather reserved in any public setting, and to see him so emotive, so primal in his desires sent a bolt of fierce hunger and lust streaking through her.

“Well sweetie,” Midnight softly murmured into her ear, “You have a very fine specimen here.” She took up her crop again and gave Andrew’s rump two firm taps, eliciting a louder moan and another back arch from the boy. The slaps and the vibrations combined to send pulses of pleasure racing through his bound body. “I don’t think I’m revealing a tremendous amount when I say he absolutely loves wearing rubber.” Midnight put the crop back down and returned her hand to caressing Beth’s body. She chuckled, “Oh, and don’t trouble yourself that this is going to ruin anything for you. He can’t cum, much as he might want to. I locked him in chastity back at the club, and he hasn’t been out since. A chaste little bitch, saved for his future wife.” She chuckled, “He’s just been mercilessly teased and denied for the past two days.”

She dipped a hand down between her breasts, emerging clutching a key on a chain. Andrew’s key.

Beth swallowed a little, and made to take it, but Midnight teasingly yanked it away.

“All in good time sweetie. Your husband to be will keep. He’s behaved himself well today, so he should get to have some fun with his vibrators. You on the other hand…you have a story that I still wanna hear.” She pulled Beth back into the couch with her, “Tell me all about it. What you felt. What you saw. What you experienced, your first time in Alice’s Club.”

And so Beth found herself re-telling the tale she had given to Claire earlier today, while having an enforced cuddle session with a gorgeous black domme. One who seemed to be evenly dividing her attention between listening to the story, and teasing Beth. Running her hands across her breasts, caressing her hips and stomach, groping her ass, massaging her neck, all this and more Beth experienced as she once again wove her tale. Such that she often lost track exactly where she was in the story, closing her eyes and allowing herself to surrender just for a moment, just a few moments, to the wonderful touch and presence of Mistress Midnight.

“…A-and then after S-Stella’s…eeep!” Beth squealed as Midnight gave her thigh a slap, “M-Mistress Stella’s, sorry, w-we came straight here.” Beth finished breathily, her breasts being firmly, sensually fondled. She let out a soft gasp as Midnight’s arm dipped down between her thighs, to caress along the inside of her legs.

“Mmmmm…” Midnight purred with a grin, “And your wedding is…definitely…today?”

Beth nodded, words failing her. She arched her back a little, a moan trembling on the inside of her lips. She found herself suddenly barely able to contain the noises that demanded to be released. The need for attention.

“Too bad. I had some truly…devilish ideas for when you showed up.” Midnight settled her hand more firmly between Beth’s thighs, openly gripping her overtop her clothes with that hand, and leaned in to whisper into her ear, “If only you had shown up…yesterday…”

Beth gasped, squirming against the woman’s grip. She knew she should protest. She knew she should get up from this couch right now, and demand the woman release her husband. She should…should…

But she couldn’t. She couldn’t bring herself to retreat from Midnight’s touch. From the pleasure it teased her with, promising more if she would only sink into its depths. Beth had been teased all morning, inundated with no end of men and women enjoying themselves in their helpless subjugation to sensual, commanding women. She had ardently wanted on more than one occasion to simply through caution to the winds, to accept the teasingly delivered offers, pregnant with the promise of hard bondage, sensual domination, and multi-day captivity. She had only managed to hold out so long because she wanted to see Andrew again.

And now she had seen him. Now she was here with him. And she couldn’t help herself any longer.

“I would have you here,” Midnight continued, her hands skillfully coaxing Beth further along the path towards pleasure and orgasm, “Teased and horny, watching your fiancé rutting on the floor like the sex pet I want him to be. And once I had you, once your mind was concentrated on your fiancé and your own pleasure, unable to think of anything beyond your need…you’d find yourself being collared.”

Beth’s moans sharpened as leather suddenly wrapped around her neck. Midnight’s maid buckled the simple slave collar in place from his kneeling position. When the hell had he come back into the room? Her head spun a little as she lifted a half-disbelieving hand up to touch the collar.

“Because from everything you’ve told me…neither or you are especially dominant. A pair of submissives getting married…well, someone needs to take charge.”

Beth’s gasp as Midnight’s hand clenched between her thighs suddenly became garbled as a rubber cock gag was smoothly pressed in between her lips. The maid calmly cinched it tight, and buckled it in place. A rubber covered hand patted her head. Beth might have found it patronizing, if not for how she was bucking and moaning against Midnight’s skillful fingers.

“A helpless slut, just like your man. Both of you yearning, desperately, for control.” Midnight crooned, as she continued working Beth’s body. Beth’s pants were open. Midnight’s fingers were on her. In her. Beth could barely think. She’d been to three houses today. Three houses of sexy, dominant women. Three houses where all she’d wanted to do was fling herself under the control of the ladies there. Three houses where she had managed to resist the siren, clarion call of submission and bondage.

And here she was, choking at the finish line.

Beth felt rubber covered hands pulling her own behind her. Felt Midnight shifting her around so that handcuffs could snap closed around her wrists. Beth moaned as she felt her captivity become real once again. As Midnight pressed her back into the couch, accepting a vibrator from her slave maid with a murmur of thanks. Beth whimpered into her rubber cock gag as Midnight smiled down at her, before she slowly lowered the vibrator to press hard against Beth’s sex.

“I would’ve had you all evening,” Midnight continued, flicking the vibrator onto its low setting. Beth shuddered and thrust herself forward, Midnight moving the vibrator with her. Preventing her from feeling anything but a pleasant, teasing buzz, “pleasuring you both to the brink, over and over again. Edging you both until you are out of your minds with lust. Making you understand that pleasure only flows from submission to dominant women. And that you and your hubbie…will be owned.”

Beth gave a guttural growl of arousal, frustration, and expectation. Her gaze was locked onto Midnight’s own, unable to look away as she felt herself race closer to the orgasm she had wanted all day.

“By the morning, after all that time submitting together, I doubt you would’ve even remembered why you came here.” Midnight’s voice teased, drawing the fantasy out for Beth. She kept the vibrator pressed against her, and began to knead her breasts. First one, and then the other. Luxuriating in her control over the heaving, desperate bride, “Perhaps I’d keep you here…have our own little ceremony, involving collars and locks, instead of rings and promises. I’d dress you up just as I’ve dressed up your boytoy, and have the two of you consummate your new relationship as my submissive couple right here. Rutting like the pleasure pets that you are for your Mistress.”

Beth grunted and moaned, her eyes beginning to lid shut, her hips thrusting back now against Midnight’s devilish toy. The domineering ebony woman leaned in and kissed her way up Beth’s neck, over the collar, to nibble on her ear. And then, crooning, she continued.

“And then I’d lock you both away in chastity, because my pets are always chaste for me unless I allow them pleasure. My pets are always controlled. And once I had you properly secured, my blushing bride, and darling groom…we’d go back to Alice’s Club to register you as my slaves. Parade you both through the doors on the end of my leash. Show you off to anyone and everyone there, while I make sure your status is confirmed. You might have been down there on the floor with your new slave husband right now, ready for another round of lovemaking, if you had come here yesterday.”

Beth was so close. She was soooooo close. Teetering on the very edge, looking down a step drop into the glorious, blissful land of orgasm and pleasure. She felt her body tensing, felt her entire being seemingly caught up in the desperate all consuming need to orgasm.

“But you didn’t.”

Beth gave an anguished scream of frustration into her gag as Midnight suddenly withdrew her lips, withdrew the vibrator, removed her teasing hand. All sensation that had guided and urged Beth towards release, suddenly departed. She screamed again into her gag, eyes wild as she looked up at her tormentor. The domme chuckled again, playing with Beth’s breasts as the younger woman squirmed and struggled to get herself over the edge. Failed. And squealed again into her gag.

“I only give orgasms to my slaves, sweetie.” Midnight gestured behind Beth to her rubberized maid, “that’s how my bitch back there came to serve me.”

Beth found herself craning her head around, even as she continued to moan and thrust uselessly, helplessly into the air.

“Took him on his big night out with his friends. Showed him the kinkier side of life, and he begged me for an orgasm. I told him my conditions, and he agreed. Sweet little thing. He’s been in my collar, and in my cage, ever since. And he loves it, don’t you sweetie?

The maid nodded dutifully. Midnight chuckled, reaching out to give him a comforting pat on the head, before she settled herself down next to Beth again.

“Stella called to let me know you were on your way…” Midnight murmured softly, her fingers dipping in once more to tease Beth for a moment before heading back up to her breasts, “I think its safe to say that there are several of us who have taken an interest in providing the two of you with a…unique honeymoon experience, shall we say.”

Beth watched her, eyes wide, and Midnight slowly unbuckled her dildo gag before giving her a deep, searching kiss. Beth moaned loudly as the kiss turned into yet another means for Midnight to demonstrate her total control. Beth found herself frenched into submission, pressed back into the couch and forced to simply lie there and receive Midnight’s domineering smooch. The other woman finally let her up for air, but hooked a finger through Beth’s collar and pulled her back upright.

“Yes…I think that would be best for the both of you. After the past couple of days, all the added stress for you in particular…I think a couple of weeks of no decisions, no thinking, no reasoning apart from pleasing your Mistresses is just the ticket. Have a word with Alice. Her club will be the focal point of such games, after all.”

Beth nodded and then gave a bleat of surprise as Midnight ran a finger over Beth’s mouth. Their eyes met. And Midnight gently but firmly pressed it inside.

“Suck, my sweet slut.”

Beth moaned, and found herself bobbing her head back and forth. Lost in the commanding gaze that demanded obedience.

“Ahem,”

Beth warbled around Midnight’s finger as she heard Emily’s cough, but the domme gave her thigh another slap. Clearly expecting Beth to continue.

“Yes darling?”

“Am I, uhm, interrupting?”

“Not at all. My sweet Elizabeth here was just telling me of her adventures. And her need for my bitch, her husband, for their little ceremony today.” Midnight grinned, finally removing her finger from Beth’s mouth, “And I wanted just a tiny little taste of having the pair of them.”

Beth flushed red as Emily giggled, “Totally understandable. I was just telling her when we were coming in that she would look so hot as a—”

“Not the time!” Beth gasped hurriedly, “P-please, Mistress, I really do need him. All of them. I’ve got to get back to the club so everyone can get ready in time for the ceremony.”

“Of course,” Midnight murmured, running her hands slowly along Beth’s form, “I think it best that you keep your boytoy in his current outfit until you get back to Alice’s place. She will, no doubt, have laid on some helpers who can rapidly get your groomsmen into their vanilla attire without damaging their gear and kink clothes.”

Beth nodded, her mouth a little dry as she looked down at the still dry humping form of her love. He didn’t seem to have even noticed her brief submissive moment with Midnight, lost as he was in the pleasure locked world he had inhabited since the Club. She suddenly really, really wanted him to agree to the kink vacation idea. The picture of him dressed like that, of the two of them dressed like that together…

No, that was insane. There was no way he was going to go for that after such an intensive few days.

But…the thought flickered through her head, before she ruthlessly squashed it. Wedding first. Marriage first. Then we worry about the kink party.

Midnight had in the mean time unlocked her handcuffs, and gave Beth another kiss, though one more gentle and sweet than domineering this time.

“I won’t take up more of your time now sweetie, but I will be at the wedding afterparty.”

“T-the…the afterparty?” Beth asked, quizzically.

“Of course sweetie.” Midnight smiled, flicking a finger at Beth’s collar which she had seemingly forgotten about. The bride blushed and hurriedly scrabbled to remove it as the domme continued, “You’ve got your wedding, and your dinner. All the normal friend and family stuff to get through. But. An afterparty has been laid on for you…nothing you need to worry about. Someone will fetch you when the time comes. And then we’ll see one another again.”

Beth flushed and Midnight laughed warmly as she drew the shorter woman to her feet, “If you are interested in some of the finer details of dominating your husband to be…My methods are quite effective.” The two women glanced down at Andrew, and then over at the rubber maid who was standing quietly nearby. Beth bit at her lip. God but he looked good. What would Andrew look like as a gimp maid? As her gimp maid?

Perhaps she’d have a chance to find out, soon enough.

The retreat from Midnight’s lair was as organized as possible, though Beth didn’t escape without a few more gropes and kisses being pulled from her. The attention was gratifying, and she very nearly lost control of herself again when Midnight briefly pinned her against the wall to extract a final kiss. God but the woman was good at being a teasing, arousing, captivating seductress.

The boys were thrust unceremoniously into the back seat. Moaning, squirming, and squealing as their respective movements and vibrations egged them on. Gavin was the only one not in chastity, but was so utterly exhausted from his ordeal, that he mostly squirmed in his armbinder and stayed silent otherwise. It was Andrew and Mandy/Mark who kept up a fuss, and it was to them that Emily paid particular teasing attention. Beth tried to convince her not to snap pictures, but her bridesmaid just stuck out her tongue and claimed that, “We’ll want to remember them like this!”

Beth couldn’t really argue with that. She had no idea if she was going to get to see Andrew covered in rubber and strictly bound ever again. And she had realized that she really, really liked seeing him that way.

The thought of her husband in rubber, and the wild fantasies that romped through her head at the thought of a ‘kinky’ honeymoon, carried Beth through the entire drive back to Alice’s Club. She checked the time as she pulled up. Somehow she still had four hours to spare.

She looked up from the car clock and had to bite back a laugh. The last of her bachelorette and Andrew’s bachelor parties were just leaving. Clearly at least a few of them had been tagged with additional service either to the Club itself, or to dommes within. Several of the women were walking with a slightly uneven gait that told of many long hours being forcibly pleasured. Several of the men were blushing hard and walking with the uncertain step that spoke of still being locked in chastity for the first time.

Most of the small crowd gave her a hurried wave, a bashful hello, and scurried away. They had to get ready after all. Nothing at all about having Beth see them after a smashing several days as a prisoner of pleasure at Alice’s Club. But a few of her friends stayed, ooh’ing and ahh’ing over the three bound boys that Emily proudly displayed, their leashes clutched in her hand. Beth had to chivvie her along, making apologies to the little crowd, and promising all of them that she would regale them with stories later. For now she had to reassemble the wedding party, and get her show back on the road.

As the party neared the entrance the doors were thrust open, and Beth saw a familiar woman exit arm in arm with Chris. Both were dressed in vanilla looking clothes, though the woman still had her impressive boots. Chris was squeezed tightly against her, and he blushed beet red as he saw Beth and her cohort barrelling into the club.

“Uhm,” Beth began, and the other woman gave an excited laugh.

“OOoooh! You found them all! Yay you! Alice thought you wouldn’t have any problems at all, but I thought for sure someone was going to be dragging you back here in a collar.”

Beth laughed nervously, “Oh, right. Well, managed it!”

The woman nodded, “Well I’ve got to get my pet and I ready, so we shan’t keep you here. But I want to hear all about it later!”

She reached out and gripped Beth’s partly raised hand, her eyes twinkling with delight, “I can’t wait to see you and the cute gimp boy walk down the aisle. It’s going to be magical!”

“I…uh…th-thank you. Uhm, I don’t actually know your name…” Beth was becoming a little flustered, and the domme patted her gently on the shoulder.

“Not to worry love, it’s Evelyn. Well, Evie for you I suppose.” She favoured Beth with another dazzling smile, “But Evelyn for my pet here until he earns the diminutive.”

“How…”

“Well he earned another few days as my pet yesterday.” Evelyn clucked with mocking concern, “Honestly its like the boy wants to be my captive forever or something.”

Chris blushed even redder, somehow, and made to open his mouth…and immediately snapped it shut when Evelyn oh so innocently started playing with a key around her neck.

Beth looked between the two of them, let out a strangled giggle, and shook her head, “Well, have fun I guess. And we’ll see both of you soon. Chris…” words failed her, and she managed a shrug, “Do better if you want freedom I guess?”

Evelyn chuckled, “That’s the spirit.” She made a shooing gesture, “Now get indoors! You’ve gotta get all your little captives freed!”

Beth turned to find that her entire little group had all headed inside already, pulled along by Emily. She made her goodbyes again to Evelyn and Chris and hurried after them. Evelyn was…intense. Quite intense, especially for a shy introvert like Chris. How the boy was going to survive his rising number of days as her captive…especially when she seemed to delight in giving him pleasure to extend his service to her…well. Maybe she could check in on him in a few days. Just to ensure he was safe. Just because of that. Not at all because Evelyn dominating Chris was…well. Well indeed.

The rest of her time at Alice’s Club was a bit of a blur. Alice met her near the bar as she stumbled inside, giving her a warm hug and reassuring her that everyone she had recovered was already in the back getting stripped and cleaned. Ready in less than an hour. Everything was still doable. Those who had been put into chastity, not just Mark and Andrew, could return to the Club after the wedding to seek their keys.

“Actually,” Alice paused for a moment, “I’m sure someone has already mentioned it, but you are all welcome to return after the wedding and main party is complete. I’ll waive the usual fees for a private party for any of your friends and wedding guests who would want to attend our little afterparty.”

Alice smiled, a playfully predatory sort of grin, “I am confident that our dominant clientele will be eager to see many of you an your friends for a third evening. Or more.” She circled an arm around Beth and led her towards the back to change, “And while you get changed my dear, let’s talk…honeymoon…”