Despite the last minute nature of her rescues, and the time crunch to be prepared in time for the ceremony, Andrew and Elizabeth’s wedding went off flawlessly. Beth had been far to concentrated on getting to the ceremony, and on ensuring that everyone necessary was there, that the actual event itself seemed to glide smoothly by her. Andrew had mumbled and blushed through his own explanation of how he’d spent the time since the bachelor party, and Beth had adored his halting, arousing descriptions of how he had been subjugated, and dominated to the point of exhausted submission. Beth had done her best to remain close to him up until the moment she’d needed to go get changed…and now she was there, standing next to the man who was moments away from being her husband.
She stood next to Andrew, her eyes locked on his own, and allowed the world and the wedding to proceed. She held his hand, eyes crinkling at his bashful joy that beamed from his face, and at last felt the adrenaline and worry of the past two days drain away from her entirely.
Such had been Beth’s concentration on the ceremony and her new husband, that she only spared a few glances up at the packed church. At her many friends and family, happy and joyous for her. At the scattered numbers of people that she didn’t know. Some of them were Andrew’s relations or friends. Others…others were seated next to attendees of the parties from two nights back. These were confidently grinning women, and a few men, who all tended to be a little touchy-feely with their ‘dates.’
Everyone behaved of course, for which Beth was quite thankful for, but there was more than one face heated with squirmy embarrassment in the church. More than once Beth caught herself wondering just how many of the attendees were still in some form of restraint beneath their fancy suits and beautiful dresses. More than one and less than half…
Andrew had looked dashingly beguiling in his suit, always easily pulling Beth’s eyes and thoughts back to him. Beth couldn’t stop smiling. Andrew couldn’t stop smiling. Every time she looked over to him, it was as though no one else existed in the world. She still treasured his reaction as she had entered the church, her gorgeous dress and appearance depriving him of the ability to do more than look, blush, grin, and croak out that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on.
On Andrew’s other side were his three still slightly discombobulated groomsmen. Mark, Gavin, and Eric, all with those slightly wide-eyed glassy looks that underlined that they too were still drifting along in between thoughts of what they had endured…and what might still be to come. Dashing in their suits, Beth knew that Mark’s blushes at least were from the chastity cage still locked tightly around him. So far as Eric and Gavin were concerned, the way their eyes kept flicking out over the crowd, both seemed both concerned and excited that some domme was eyeing them up from the crowd.
Beth’s bridesmaids were slightly more put together, if only because Sadie and Amy seemed to have been far more involved and comfortable with kink than Beth had ever guessed. Emily, shy and retiring though she might have normally been, seemed to have had some sort of epiphany courtesy of the beguiling and mischievous Claire. All three of them had been quite pleased to shoot teasing looks at the boys, in between watching with simple joy as Beth and Andrew went about the ceremony. They were dressed in brilliant forest green, elegant and alluring in their silky attire.
Everything still seemed to pass in a joyous blur, and before Beth knew it she was processing down the aisle, holding tight to Andrew’s arm. Her husband…and she, his wife. Her cheeks hurt from smiling so much. Andrew’s warm presence, and his own matching grin, made her heart soar. Ranked behind her came their bridal party, that Beth had worked so hard to reassemble in time. Gavin and Amy, paired together. The blushing bashful Gavin temporarily managing a happy smile. No doubt egged on by redheaded, and equally fiery Amy as she grinned and waved, her arm wrapped snugly around Gavin’s own and partially towing him down the aisle. Next came Emily and Mark, the former doing her best to quietly murmur things that were setting Mark’s face on fire with blushes…which he was doing his best to pass off as simply the effect of the heat and the suit. Finally, Eric and Sadie, the taller willowy girl also taking the lead in striding elegantly down the aisle, with Eric grinning and allowing himself to be brought along.
The bridal party remained on hand to thank the attendees of the wedding, and for most of them to receive at least a few teasing comments from those who had occasion to see them at Alice’s Club, before it was off to a small rather intimate dinner. Close family and a few friends, perhaps fifty people in all.
The dinner provided a much needed opportunity to relax for the newlywed couple, as well as their bridal party.
Beth and Andrew were utterly captivated by one another, caught up in the whirlwind of joy and wonder that came with being newlyweds. Toasts were made, good food was eaten, and a merry time had by all present.
After a time, nearing ten, a beautiful blonde woman in an elegant royal blue dress swept by their table, “Hello my darlings, your limo is waiting for you outside.” Beth started a little. She recognized the voice…Madame Morgana…one of the women she’d had to call to release someone for the wedding. A friend of Alice’s…and a fearsomely seductive dominant in her own right. Beth swallowed, and caught how the woman’s eyes twinkled, recognizing Beth’s realization.
“Limo?” Andrew looked perplexed, though with a blush as the woman eyed him with a grin, “W-what limo?”
“Why, the limo to the wedding afterparty of course,” Madame Morgana smiled and leaned down,
“Unless you’d prefer Alice come inside to fetch you directly? I’ve seen her lead subbies out of plenty of formal events before…she doesn’t always make them crawl behind her…”
Andrew’s eyes went wide and he opened his mouth, a bloom of panic rising, and Beth swiftly intervened, trying to claw back her own gasp of aroused embarrassment.
“There’s n-no need for Mistress Alice to trouble herself…ahh…we just, uhm, need a few minutes to say our goodbyes.”
“Oh of course darling, no rush at all! We’ve arranged some separate transport for your bridal party.” Morgana grinned, “They’re needed too of course, and a bit more urgently than yourselves. You’ve got time to make a graceful exit. I’ll just go and collect the other…” Morgana paused and winked at the two of them, “Toys…”
Beth and Andrew blushed in unison as the elegant woman wiggled her fingers at them, “Ta ta darlings, I look forward to seeing you shortly…” She swanned off in the direction of the bridal party table, her arrival greeted by more than a few blushes and some squirming too before the bridesmaids and groomsmen slowly began excusing themselves. Beth hurriedly stood, gripping Andrew’s hand and pulling him upright, muttering quietly, “Well then husband, lets try to avoid public leashes then, hmm?”
“Right,” Andrew whispered back, his wide eyes still tracking Morgana as she glided around the room, leading the bridal party out and away, “Yes…right. After you…”
The goodbyes ended up taking a little longer than expected, though not egregiously so. The entire time that the newlyweds were chatting with their family and vanilla friends visions of what was to come danced in their heads. For Beth it was the long pent up thoughts of finally being able to cut loose again, without the looming deadline of her wedding to keep her wants and needs in check. Finally not needing to protest and avoid as she had every moment since being released from Alice’s Club. For Andrew, it was the knowledge that he was being brought right back into a realm he was only passingly familiar with…and one wherein he had to make hardly any decisions at all.
Their growing blushes were chuckled at, and they were pursued out of the place by good natured ribbing about the sort of after party they were going to. Most likely thought they were now off to their hotel and their bridal suite…
If only they knew…
“Congratulations my dears…” the warm pleased voice of Alice met them at the top of the stairs leading into the party bus. Not so much a limo, it had plenty of space to stand, sit, or twirl around the pole that was placed in the centre. Champagne, prosecco, and other bubbly celebratory drinks were wracked openly alongside less innocent looking straps, and piles of latex clothing.
Alice herself was seated at the very rear of the party bus, her hands just breaking away from rubbing and caressing the woman sitting next to her. Both Alice and the woman were dressed in elegant dresses that would not have been out of place at the wedding, and the realization that Morgana had been deadly serious about Alice coming in to collect them sent a shiver down Beth’s spine.
Alice rose, coming towards them with her warm smile, and giving them each a hug and kiss on each cheek, “I simply adore weddings, and couples. I can already see that you both will bring each other much joy and happiness.” Beth and Andrew smiled and blushed, and Alice’s grin sharpened into playfulness, “Now…I think its time to give yourselves over to debauchery for the remainder of the night, don’t you?”
Beth nodded, more eagerly than Andrew, though both were blushing and made soft gasps as the other woman in the party bus slowly shook out the outfits and the restraints they would both be wearing this evening.
“Beth dear, would you help me get your husband ready? Then we can deal with you in turn…” Alice’s no-nonsense tone brooked no opposition, and Beth found herself falling readily under the older woman who directed her in the stripping, dressing, and binding of her new husband. Beth found the process oddly erotic and sensual, her slow motions revealing more of Andrew’s body, as soft music thumped along in the background. Her pulse quickened as the process went on, not least when she began to rub talc powder into Andrew’s skin…and then begin pulling latex onto him.
Andrew’s clothes for tonight were simple. Almost elegantly so. He was clad head to toe in a latex catsuit, midnight black, and utterly beguiling once Beth had rubbed shine gloss into it. The only part of him that yet showed any skin were his hands and head, everywhere else was latex. A pair of black leather boots completed his clothes, before Beth began strapping him up in brilliantly white leather restraints. Ankle cuffs with a chain locked around his ankles, wrist cuffs secured his arms behind him, and a shiny white leather collar was buckled snugly around his neck. Beth adored how Andrew’s eyes had widened when she had locked the collar on, and she had pulled him in by the d-ring to give him a deep and searching kiss. A kiss that went on…and on…and on…
“Ahem,” Alice cleared her throat, laughter dancing in her tone, and in her eyes, “There will be plenty of time to demonstrate your affection tonight I assure you…but we still need time to dress the lovely bride before arriving. So if you would…” she gestured towards the last item.
Beth blushed, her hand settling on the ballgag laid out for her husband. Turning back to him she offered it and, after a brief moment of hesitation, Andrew ducked his head forward to take it.
“Good boy…” Beth said…half a second before Alice and the other woman. Andrew’s face flamed red, no doubt matching the flush she felt on her own, and she finished gagging him before turning back to Alice.
“Mmmmm…” Alice rose from where she was sitting and stepped forward to inspect Andrew, walking around him with her hands gliding over his body, “Well done sweetheart…he looks like a delightful treat.” She slid around him once more, one hand tugging at his collar, the other giving him a playful swat on his ass. Andrew bleated into his gag, and Alice grinned and spanked him again before gesturing to her…maid? Servant? Slave? Whomever, the woman came forward smartly enough, taking Andrew in hand and bundling him towards the back where he could sit and be strapped in with locking restraints.
“Now then my dear,” Alice chuckled, her hand coming up to cup Beth’s chin, “It’s your turn…”
Beth gave herself over to the moment. Alice slowly circled her, one hand always touching Beth as she slowly divested her of clothes. Off came the elegant wedding dress, and the underclothes that had Andrew’s eyes popping out of his head and moaning into his gag. The woman seated next to him began whispering into his ear, and Andrew’s blush flamed all the brighter as he began squirming in his seat. Alice’s hands, cool with talc powder, began to massage and caress Beth’s trembling body.
“Mmmmmm…” Beth sighed. Moaned, really. And blushed as Alice chuckled next to her ear, both hands massaging her breasts, “I promised you a night of debauchery and more, my blushing bride. See how your husband looks at you…how he lusts after you…” Alice chuckled again, gently kissing the back of Beth’s neck, “And you aren’t even dressed yet. Once your lovely husband sees you in latex…mmmm…”
Beth shuddered, her wide eyes on Andrew’s own. Staring at her love as Alice finished massaging her breasts…as the woman trailed teasing, caressing fingers down the length of her body, groping her butt and finally ending at her feet. Where a pool of white latex was waiting.
Beth couldn’t help herself, as she felt the latex slowly creeping over her. Alice was far too good at making the entire process as erotic and sensual as possible, and the young newly married woman found herself moaning and groaning, one hand gripping the pole for support as she shuddered beneath the expert hands of the experienced dominatrix. The latex swallowed her calves…her thighs…and made it to her waist, as Beth moaned and squirmed. Alice paused there for a moment, her hands massaging and groping Beth’s ass as she whispered further teasing promises into Beth’s ear. Of more intense bondage that awaited her at the Club. Of how desirable she was…how sexy she and Andrew were going to look as a matched pair of latex clad slaves. Of this and that, on and on, each whispered phrase or promise bringing fresh colour to Beth’s cheeks, fresh squirming to her increasingly latex covered form, and further chipping away at those remaining parts of her mind that remained free of needy desire for kink.
Soon enough Beth was covered in the same way that Andrew was covered, but in brilliant shiny white latex. Which then led to her own restraints. Black cuffs locked to her wrists and ankles, a black collar locked around her neck, and her own ballgag thrust sensually into her mouth.
“Neither of you will be doing much talking tonight, my captive newlyweds,” Alice teased as she finished buckling the gag into Beth’s mouth. Beth moaned around her gag as she was gently pulled and pushed down into the seat next to Andrew, and felt herself being strapped in. Helpless to do anything apart from moan, and squirm, and shudder against her husband…who was himself doing much the same. Both of them had on their other sides a grinning woman intent on teasing and dragging out still further moans and blushes from the two voluntary captives. All the way to their destination, without any break or rest whatsoever. It was all a part of getting them into the proper mindset, as Alice assured them over and over. Neither could touch their significant other, apart from the feel of another latex covered body against their own. No comforting touch, no kisses, certainly nothing raunchier.
All that, after all, had to be earned…
Soon enough the party bus arrived at Alice’s Club. The two newlyweds only recognized this when the teasing and caressing stopped, and they found themselves being unlocked from where they had been seated. Alice brandished a pair of chain leashes with a grin, clicking one apiece to the two collars keeping her captives pliant and submissive. Andrew’s lead was handed off to the still nameless submissive woman, who got him to his feet, and then led him outside. Beth blushed as Alice leaned down to grope her breasts once more, before hauling her to her feet, and urging her off the bus.
Once outside, they found themselves directly in front of the entrance to Alice’s Club. A small crowd was waiting to get inside, but Alice swanned past all of them, leading Beth and Andrew directly into lobby where they found the bridal party waiting for them. All of them still dressed in their wedding attire…but now with the addition of collars, handcuffs, and leashes for each one of them. Each had a Club maid stationed next to them, clutching their leash and beaming at Alice as the Club Mistress waltzed in with Beth stumbling along behind her.
“Splendid. Everyone is here then.” Alice’s eyes tracked over the blushing and squirming bridal party, before returning to Beth, “It’s customary for the new husband and wife to be announced at their dance…and I’ve made arrangements here to respect tradition.” She turned and nodded at the Club Maid holding Emily’s leash, “Barbara, if you’d be so kind as to get things started?”
The grinning maid, Barbara, gave the shyly giggling Emily’s leash a tug, and pulled her alongside Gavin out of the lobby. Not through the normal entrance into the main area of the club, but down a long hallway instead, that seemed to circle around and away. Two by two, the other bridal party members followed their handlers, trooping away and leaving Alice in place with Andrew and Beth. A minute after the last pair had left, Madame Morgana swept back into the lobby, taking Andrew’s leash from Alice with a wink at the young man.
“Everything set?” Alice inquired, one hand gently caressing Beth’s rump.
“Oh yes,” Morgana chuckled, “Our lovely guests will have a most memorable evening…” she gave Andrew a spank and giggled as the boy bleated into his gag.
“Well then…” Alice grinned, and tugged Beth’s leash, leading her down the same way that her bridal party had traveled, with Morgana and Andrew following behind.
Beth heard the crowd long before she laid eyes on it. Even as the quartet wound their way through the corridors and back passages of Alice’s Club, she could hear the music and the chanting, and the laughter, and all the other noises one could imagine of a large gathering of kinky folk having a grand time. When the final door was opened, and Beth found herself on the backstage of the Club, she had sussed out the broad outline of what was about to happen. She, and Andrew, and their bridal party, were being shown off to the Club. Presented, like the caught prizes that they were.
She was blushing bright red as Alice pulled her out into view of the crowd, and moaned into her gag as a gale of applause, cheers, and good natured laughter greeted her…re-doubling a few moments later as Andrew stumbled out behind Morgana.
Beth’s eyes scanned the room, even as her body squirmed and struggled in her cuffs as she was pulled along behind a strutting, preening Alice. Even with the bright lights of the stage, she could pick out some individuals within the crowd. She could see enough of them to number some members of the larger wedding already here. Both the last minute dominant additions, as well as their chosen submissives. And plenty more besides. Beth would have never dreamed that so many of her guests, and not a few members of hers and Andrew’s extended family, would have been up for spending a long night at an establishment like Alice’s…
And more were still trickling in. She could see the curtains at the back where the entrance was twitching aside as more people crowded in. More wedding guests, coming to enjoy this unique experience. More dommes, coming to hunt and play. At least a few of her wedding guests were already wearing fetish attire…and restraints.
Beth swallowed and moaned into her gag. There were going to be plenty of kinky epiphanies and discoveries tonight, she had no doubt…
Alice strutted around the stage, waving to the crowd and putting on a bit of a show with Beth following along behind her. Alice reached the centre of the stage, in front of the blushing and squirming bridal party, and turned back to Beth. She leaned in, hands gripping the bound woman’s arms and murmured, “Time for you to assume your proper position…” before she gently supported Beth down onto her knees. Facing the grinning, cheering crowd.
Beth flushed again, and squirmed, only for her to let out a bleat of surprise into her gag as Andrew collapsed next to her. Also on his knees. Also blushing. Also wide eyed as he looked out at the crowd.
“Ladies, gentlemen, dommes, subs, and future captives…” Alice’s voice suddenly boomed out from speakers set around the club. Beth couldn’t see her, but felt the steady pressure of her leash, and the closeness of Alice’s leg to her side, “Please give a very warm welcome to the lovely couple, our very own newlyweds, Andrew and Elizabeth Horton!”
Another round of cheering. Beth and Andrew both blushed deeper, but couldn’t help the grins that tentatively sprouted from around their ballgags. It was difficult to be too nervous with the genuine welcome that flowed over them from the excited gathering.
“Thank you all for coming, and being a part of what hopefully will be a delightful evening for all,” Alice grinned and jingled the leash that led to Beth’s collar, “We have a number of activities planned throughout the evening, though everyone is welcome to participate or not as they please.”
“Firstly, simply because this will take a bit of prep time, there will be an auction in about…” Alice theatrically glanced at her bare wrist, “…an hour’s time. For those of you interested in consigning yourself into submission, please come and see Madame Morgana to get set up. She will be running this evening’s auction.” Alice’s eyes twinkled, “For all those new to the kink scene, I do recommend the auction approach if you are feeling a little daring. It does take the choice away, and guarantees you someone to take charge of your evening.”
A ripple of laughter and applause greeted this, and Beth spotted more than a few interesting, and interested, expressions on some of the wedding attendees’ faces.
“For those wanting something a little less intensive, I’ve arranged for a number of our Club Mistresses to provide little taster sessions to enjoyably dabble in kink. Please do seek out any of the play spaces in this main area of the Club for those, I’m confident anyone choosing to avail themselves of such fun will not be disappointed.”
“Throughout the evening there will of course be dancing, and stage shows, and numerous little pop up activities organized and run by my staff. You may choose to avail yourselves, or not, as you please. For those of you who wish to remain aloof for now, you are certainly free to do so…though any registered domme may end up hunting you down anyway.”
Alice gave the assembled crowd a dazzling smile, pulling Beth’s leash again and making the kneeling bride moan into her gag, “My standard rules remain in effect, my darling dominants. Captives may be played with as you please, within the scope of any mutually agreed limits and rules. Should you wish to abscond with your blushing, mewling slave girl or boy, please see one of my Club Maids to register them. All captives are keepable for a week…unless the captive indicates otherwise.”
More cheers, and not a few faces suddenly began to eye their neighbours in a much more appraising fashion. Beth had only a moment to observe the effect of Alice’s words on the crowd, before she found herself being brought back up to her feet, and pulled along behind Alice once more as the Club owner made her way to the side of the stage.
“That’s all for now my lovelies, but there will be a very special newlywed show after the auction…so don’t depart too quickly into the night. The new Mr and Mrs Horton will be so disappointed if we don’t have sufficient numbers to witness them…”
Beth and Andrew moaned, eyeing each other wide eyed as Alice marched them along. As they passed through the crowd congratulations flowed over them, friendly faces and kind words making an odd juxtaposition with their bound helplessness as they trailed along behind the woman who now held both their leashes. They reached a raised platform with a large throne centred upon it, in good sight of the stage, and with a clear view of the dance floor. From anywhere in the club, the throne and dais would be viewable, meaning that there was no way for Andrew or Beth to conceal themselves from the eyes of the kinksters and wedding guests gathered within. Club Maids suddenly materialized, carrying with them a pair of sybians, and Alice released their leashes as Beth and Andrew found themselves strapped down to the sybians to either side of the throne. Beth heard Andrew groan in sudden embarrassed pleasure a half second before she felt her own sybian purr to life, sending her into the same slow sensual, erotic squirming motions that her husband was already losing himself in.
Alice chuckled, calmly gathering up their leashes again and attaching them to her throne as she settled into it. She glanced at Andrew, and then back at Beth, “Not to worry my dear, these aren’t going to ruin your evening…merely to ensure you are both sufficiently hot and bothered for the post-auction show.”
Beth badly wanted to ask what Alice meant precisely by that, but the ballgag and the sybian’s vibrations made such questions impossible. All she could do was squirm, and moan, and blush, and fight a losing battle to keep some semblance of her mind unaffected by the tides of pleasure that were now rising swiftly within her brain.
Even as Beth’s ability to concentrate slowly devolved, guests began approaching to congratulate her. Various dommes came by, striking up conversations with Alice amid touching and caressing Beth and Andrew. Teasing them with promises, verbal and non-verbal, of what might happen if they would consent to play. Or simply remarking on what a lovely pair they made, and dropping enticing hints of what the evening was likely to bring. Others also approached, guests of Beth and Andrew from their wedding, half disbelieving, half intrigued by the sight of the recent bride and groom squirming, moaning, and struggling under the thrall of the gorgeous Mistress Alice. These were a little less forward in their touching of the couple, most simply blushed and congratulated them before fleeing back into the main area of the club. Not a few of these were intercepted as they left the dais, flirty dominant women closing in around them to entice the bashful back to their tables…where restraints and collars waited to ensnare the unwary.
Beth found herself giggling into her gag as she watched one of her cousins be half dragged onto the dance floor by a woman who lost little time in delivering mind melting kisses. Such was the evident desire communicated by those alone, that Beth’s cousin hardly seemed to notice her wrists being cuffed behind her by another woman, nor the collar that slipped gracefully around her neck. She simply danced, and swayed, and moaned as her mouth was invaded over and over. The thumping techno music driving her needy movements along, until a leash was snapped to her collar, her eyes snapped open, and the woman who had been kissing her rammed a ballgag home before leading her away. Deeper into the cub. Deeper into a new kinky adventure that she’d barely realized she was embarking upon.
Beth absently wondered if she would be a captive only for the night, or if she would be driven to accept more time…more bondage…more submission…
“Quite the sight, isn’t it,” Alice murmured softly from her seat next to her. Beth turned, moaning an affirmative into her gag, and the older woman chuckled, “Oh, not just that. Though I grant you, I always find special delight in the capture of young men and women. There is something truly unique in how each person responds to captivity, however lengthy or temporary it might be.” She winked at Beth, “But no, I meant…this…”
Alice had settled her hand atop Andrew’s head. Beth’s husband was breathing in deep gulps of air, his eyes half lidded closed as he did his best to thrust and hump against the vibrations that were already driving him beyond the realm of sane reasoning. Beth guiltily remembered that Andrew hadn’t been allowed any orgasm at all since the bachelor party…while her own experienced that evening had been rather more…liberal in allowances for her please.
“Mmmm?”
“Well I’m firmly of the opinion that boys are best when they are desperate, mewling little sluts…” Alice giggled, ruffling Andrew’s hair before leaving him alone for a moment and leaning in towards Beth, “But I think you are beginning to see things that way…my way…too…aren’t you Beth?”
Beth flushed, squirming on her vibrating sybian as her eyes were drawn between Alice and Andrew and back again. Ever since that bachelor/bachelorette night, she had had so many fantasies of bondage, and Andrew, and herself, and so many of the dominants that she had encountered over the past several days. The constant stimulation, the constant denial, all of it served as kinky propellant that had thrust her mind firmly ever deeper into the deep dark forest of bondage and submission. She ardently wanted more. She wanted Andrew to want more. Beth wanted, more than anything at that moment, for this to continue on…for the two of them to be able to say yes to Alice’s offer of a kink honeymoon.
Alice grinned, her eyes plucking out the tenor and direction of Beth’s mental struggle, “Not to worry my dear, you’ve plenty of time. I would hazard that the best time to ask that particular question…will be once the two of you are embarking on your little show. After the auction. I expect your subbie hubby will be suitably pliable at that point…”
Beth mumbled around her gag, blushing still deeper, when further conversation was cut off by Madame Morgana’s sensual voice crooning out from the speakers.
“Hello everyone…for those dominants interested in purchasing one of our blushing newbie submissives…can I ask you to please direct your attention to the stage…As always, proceeds will go towards the upkeep of the Club, and thus keeping membership fees as close to nonexistent as possible for our lovely domme clientele…”
There was still a sputtering line of people coming up to inspect, congratulate, tease, and play with Andrew and Beth, so her view of the auction was not the best. In between the teasing and the touching, which so often left her panting and keening with need into her gag, she tried her best to keep track of how things were going on stage.
It seemed that a number of people from the wedding had decided that this was indeed the best way to jump into things, both feet first and with nary a look backwards.
Beth squealed in surprise at the first to be auctioned, her own younger brother, Patrick. Part way through university, the athletic young man was caught between confident swagger and blushing as he was pulled onto the stage, cuffed and collared. Madame Morgana circled him, describing his body in titillating, embarrassing detail, even as two of the Club Maids slowly stripped him completely naked. By the time that he was clad only in his birthday suit, the confident, brash younger brother that Beth had known had vanished. In his place was a blushing, bashful Patrick whose eyes fairly popped out of his head when Morgana began to calmly stroke him to full erection. Showing off what he had to offer as though he were some prize stallion.
What was already a somewhat brisk bidding war turned positively ferocious when Morgana announced with a devilish grin that Patrick was the brother of the bride. Half a dozen women went for nearly six minutes back and forth, until finally a gorgeous raven haired MILF doubled the asking price. Morgana waved her acceptance, and Patrick was led, wide eyed and moaning, off the stage to meet his new Mistress. The last she saw of Patrick was his knees buckling when the dark haired beauty took his leash, and her firmly leading him off towards her table. Beth could hardly believe that he’d put himself up, and still less at how quickly Patrick had buckled under Morgana and whomever the MILF was who had taken him.
She missed the next pair who were auctioned off, still trying to catch sight of her brother amid the crowd. Beth had a fairly good idea of where he had been taken, the mystery MILF clearly wealthy from how she had bid. She was actually sitting rather near Alice’s throne and dais, but off to the side, which made it difficult for Beth to actually look without twisting her entire body around. By the time she directed her attention back to the stage, it was to see Valerie, one of her best friend’s from university, being led up onto the stage.
Valerie, it seemed, had already had some idea of what she wanted to experience. And some experience with the kinky world of BDSM that Beth hadn’t had the faintest idea she possessed. She was already dressed in a slick latex French maid outfit, complete with metal shackles at the wrists and ankles, all connected by chains to a leather waist belt. She strutted forward, a blush evident on her cheeks, though far from the all-encompassing one worn by many others, and smoothly took up her place beside Madame Morgana. The dominant auctioneer quickly changed tack, circling the fetish maid, describing her in teasingly playful terms while demonstrating her submissiveness by touching an stroking her hands across the girl’s latex clad body.
Beth watched with rapt attention as Valerie was bid upon, how her friend blushed and preened, and squirmed most delightfully upon the stage. How she was ultimately won by a short, busty blonde woman who said something to her that finally got a knock-kneed response after Valerie had let everything else wash over her. The short blonde domme led her prize away, in the direction of the bar, and afterwards towards one of the play areas. Losing no time whatsoever it seemed.
Beth vaguely recognized the next several individuals who were auctioned. A few were friends of Andrew, or mutual ones. She tried to concentrate on watching, but found her mind kept getting pulled away either by the teasing pleasures still being inflicted upon her by the sybian, or by the curiosity of trying to see how Patrick was fairing with, so far as Beth knew, his first real foray into kink. Being stripped in front of everyone, hundreds of people, had to have had quite the effect…even more so as he was leashed and led away by that older woman who had to be astoundingly wealthy to lavish such a sum on what could very well be a one-night play session. And so Beth continued to try to spot him, or to control her arousal, as men and women she knew were brought up onto stage, stripped, and sold to the highest bidder for a night of pleasure and fun. She paid half a mind to it all, stealing glimpses over at Andrew who was watching with shocked, aroused, interest…before Beth’s brain caught up with her ears…
“Our last prize for tonight’s auction…last, but certainly not least. Many of you will have seen her if you’ve attended any sporting events for our beloved city’s hockey team…” Morgana grinned, her eyes finding Andrew and Beth as she gestured off to the side, “Please welcome to the stage, our very own captive captain of the Mighty Beavers’ cheerleaders…Rebecca Horton!”
Beth bleated a surprised squeal into her gag, virtually in time with Andrew…who watched as his older sister came up onto the stage. Rebecca Horton was a vision at anytime, but somehow became especially so when dressed in her tight cheerleader outfit…which she was now clothed in. An elegant crisscrossing of rope held her in a firm boxtie, with more rope framing her breasts and securing her arms to her torso. A black leather collar was wrapped around her neck, and a bit gag buckled into place to silence her. She was a vision indeed, and clearly as deeply immersed into kink as Beth had always suspected of the vivacious, breezily confident, and ardently arousing woman.
Though Andrew, it seemed, hadn’t had the faintest idea…
If the bidding for Patrick had been fierce, the bidding for Rebecca was practically bloodthirsty. For Rebecca’s part she seemed far more confident, to the point that Beth suspected she must have come to Alice’s place before. She strutted back and forth, egging on the crowd, shimmying and shaking within her cocoon of ropes and tossing winks and gagged grins out at those who were bidding. Beth watched, enthralled at the confident cheer captain strutting her stuff, Madame Morgana adding to things with a few judicious strikes with her crop to keep Andrew’s vivacious sister moving. She glanced over at Andrew, to see him still wide-eyed and mumbling in disbelief into his gag. Alice had rested her hand on the back of his head once more, massaging and caressing his head and scalp in a soothing fashion.
It took nearly twice the time that Patrick had taken to be sold, but at last two of the dommes seemed to come to a joint sharing agreement, and pooled their bids. A pair of alluringly erotic Asian mistresses, the two of them were clad in slick latex and rubber, and were swiftly all over their new prize. Rebecca for her part managed to retain that confident submissiveness that had driven her bidders wild as she was leashed again and led away to a far off table. Andrew’s eyes disbelievingly tracking her until she was lost from sight.
Beth craned her neck too. Maybe she’d get to finally see that gorgeously alluring woman on her knees just like…
“Helloooooo!” Beth started and then grinned around her gag at the familiar voice. The domme who had so nearly side tracked her before she’d even started the main part of her crazed adventure to regain everyone. Claire hove into view, her left hand clutching a pair of leashes leading to two catsuited and squirming forms. They were dressed all in reds and blacks, and very clearly the man and woman…the couple…that Beth had found her with when she had rescued Emily. Claire’s right hand was waving vigorously as she mounted the steps, before dropping to caress first Andrew and then Beth on their heads.
“Ooooh, I just knew both of you would look beautiful in collars and bondage,” Claire fairly cooed, giving a firm tug on the leashes of her two mincing submissives and making them mount the stairs too, “Alice, did you know that Kate has a boytoy of her own tucked away?”
“Of course,” Alice chuckled, a twinkle in her eye
“And you didn’t tell me?”
“Now why would I ruin the surprise? I knew the moment she told me where she lived that you’d be paying her a visit at some point…and I’m hardly going to interfere…”
Claire giggled and stuck her tongue out at Alice, who returned the gesture before settling her gaze on the rubber covered forms, “I take it this is the mysterious Richard?”
“Yep! Freshly caught too, just in time for the whole weekend,” Claire giggled again, yanking the boy’s leash forward so that she could caress his rump, “Caught him all tied up and bound…I guess little Kate has a fair dominant streak too…”
“Heh,” Alice grinned at Kate, who had a unique expression that mixed long suffering forbearance and arousal, “I’ll bet she does. Not that that is going to affect her experience this weekend I presume?”
“Nope!” Claire declared brightly, “I mean, she might get a tiny, tiny, tiny amount of time to domme her boy, but I’m not even sure I’m gonna allow that. Keeping secrets from friends just is so not kind,” again that delightfully devilish giggle sounded. Which set both of her captives to fresh squirming. Beth couldn’t prevent a fresh smile around her gag, and Claire gave her another caress on her head, “Anyway, I wanted to pop in to say hi, and of course I’ll want to present them for a dual session at some point this weekend. You know, just so that Richard gets run in properly…”
“Of course,” Alice murmured, her eyes sparkling with amused delight as she very obviously traced her gaze up and down Richard’s form. Somehow, despite barely a trace of skin showing, Richard fairly radiated embarrassed, aroused, blushing submission. A real skill, that.
“Ooooh!” Claire snapped her fingers and leaned down to Beth, her voice dropping to a stage whisper easily heard by everyone on the dais, “Stella’s been in touch. I’ve got my own pair to break in this weekend,” she jingled the leashes of her two prisoners, “…well, week…but I promised I’d spend some time with you…if you say yes of course…”
Beth flushed and eyed Andrew, who was looking at Claire as the excitable woman waved good bye and trooped back down the stairs, her pair of captives in tow, his expression again wide eyed, and then over to Beth herself. She mumbled something into her gag, which might have been either an apology or a request. She wasn’t quite sure yet what she was trying to say…
She only knew that with each passing moment she wanted this more and more.
Another hour or more was spent seated on those purring, teasing sybians, before Alice declared that they had been sufficiently prepared. Beth spent the time watching as the number of free guests from her wedding rapidly dwindled. Some were taken on the dance floor, finding themselves being grinded against or danced with to their front, while behind women appeared with straps, or cuffs or ropes. Once arms had been lost, some were allowed to stay dancing for a while, while others were immediately bundled off the dance floor towards the sides, where stricter bonds and collars were applied. For those who remained dancing, the music would flare into throbbing techno beats, thumping a steady tempo as they were further roped into submission.
Still others were taken at their tables. Dominant women sliding in to either side to cut off escape. Some of these were talked into submission, the dommes radiating control as they matter-a-factly convinced men and women alike to offer wrists for cuffs or rope, and necks for collaring. Others tried to resist or beat a hasty retreat, only to be surrounded as they left the table, and swept to the ground in a sudden orgy of flying rope, snatched belts, and strictly applied collars and gags. For these, hauled to their feet amid gales of laughter, they were hustled off to punishment rooms for “making us work for it.” Those who submitted willingly were allowed to avoid that particular fate, led back to tables or over to play spaces to be stripped down to something their respective dominants were comfortable with, and then played with in full view of the rest of the Club.
Yet more were seduced into bondage. Some elected to try certain ties or certain bonds, and once they were secure, found that the dommes were generally unwilling to release them until they agreed to a collar for the night. Beth spotted more than one of her more respectable guests blushing and squirming as collars were applied, and for the more embarrassed hoods were settled into place to preserve some shred of decency before the teasing, edging, and pleasuring began.
A few thought the bar would be safe, and clustered there in small groups while watching the slave hunts and submissive captures occurring all around. Yet these too were slowly reduced and picked off. Some when they went to the bathroom emerged to find the entrance encircled by grinning women clutching leather straps and proffering collars and gags. One or two were seduced by friendly dominants who bought them a drink, and teasingly offered to show them the ropes. Still more, realizing that they weren’t going to make it out without some sort of captivity did their best to beeline towards friendly looking dommes. Some made it. Others were intercepted and shanghaied by stricter dommes interested in breaking in newbies and vanilla men and women.
All told, by the time that Alice snapped her fingers for the wedded couple to be released, Beth couldn’t imagine more than a score of the wedding guests who had decided to turn up remained free.
Club Maids seemed to materialize from all sides, unstrapping Beth and Andrew, and rebinding them in their cuffs. Alice waited at the bottom of the dais until she was handed their affixed leashes, and then led the two of them up onto stage to much applause, gagged moaning, and cries of ecstasy and pain. As Beth looked out it was indeed a much different crowd, one now dominated by nearly half of those eyes belonging to men and women straining in bondage, looking up at her over gagged mouths and strictly bound arms and torsos. Some couldn’t see anymore at all from hoods or blindfolds. Andrew was flushing bright red, his eyes seemingly searching as best they could for familiar faces. Perhaps looking for his sister. Beth had given up trying to find anyone deliberately after she had spotted the raven haired MILF who had taken her brother. The woman had offered her an airy wave and a predatory smile. She had half seen a quivering form beneath the table where the woman was sitting…her brother evidently had been put to work…
That was all either of them had time for anyway, as Alice brought them over to a bondage bench that had been secured on stage. Beth was swiftly mounted on the bench, a profusion of straps securing her firmly in place. Andrew was placed behind Beth, a leather waist belt secured first to him, and then chained to the bench. Beth heard a great deal of gasping from behind, and squirmed as she realized her husband was being made hard by the skilled latex covered fingers of the maids who attended them both. Alice stood in front of her, waving to the watching crowd, and stroking Beth’s head.
“There now, there now. No need to make a fuss. You and your lovely husband are going to consummate your marriage. Right here, and right now. For all your adoring fans, loved ones, and friends.” Alice chuckled, “There is no better way for a couple to experience bondage and kink than together…and especially on their wedding day. A perfect pair of captives…”
On the final word Beth felt Andrew’s warm shaft press into her, and she let out a loud moan into her gag, squirming and pulling against the restraints, even as Andrew’s waist chains were tightened. Preventing any escape from the enforced fucking that he was now beginning.
“Now then, darling boy,” Alice purred, her voice emanating from the speakers around them, “I want you to give us all a good show. Your wife has worked so hard to get the wedding done right, and freed you and your bridal party. I think its time you thanked her…properly.”
Andrew’s thrusts began to pick up pace, and Beth found herself gasping and moaning in time with each. Her noises and movements picked up and broadcast around the club for all to see and hear. And Beth no longer cared. She was bound. She was collared. She was being pleasured by her husband, her great love. And Alice was in charge. She could surrender…safely…
SMACK
“Mmmpppphhh!!” Beth heard Andrew squeal just before the crop expertly landed on her own rump, making her cry out into her own gag.
“I want PASSION!” Alice crowed, striking both of them again with her crop, “Show me! Show us all! You love her, don’t you darling boy!?”
“Mmmmm! Effff Misffttrefff!!” Andrew squealed again, redoubling his thrusting into Beth, pressing her closer and closer to the brink of pleasure. To that wondrous place she had been chasing ever since the bachelorette/bachelor party night. A bound orgasm. What she had been craving above nearly everything else…
“And you…” Alice struck Beth’s rump twice more with the crop as Andrew moaned and groaned, pumping in and out of her, making her moan as she tried to meet Alice’s gaze, “Show your friends…your family…all those now captive people and their dommes…show them all how much you adore being a submissive. A bondage slut who wants nothing more than to be fucked and made to cum by her new husband. Show them!”
And as the crop rained blows down on them both, as Andrew thrust, and thrust, and thrust into her, Beth raised her head and let out a powerful shriek of pure unadulterated pleasure. Her entire body practically seizing up as the waves of lust, and arousal, and ecstasy poured through her, and out of her. As she at last had the titanic orgasm she had forced herself to forego for so long…as Andrew exploded into her seconds later…as the two newlyweds spent themselves together in near unison.
The club erupted. Those who could clapped and cheered, while their more restrained companions moaned and groaned…some of the more fortunate ones even managed to orgasm themselves in the minutes after Beth and Andrew did. Others, more attentive by nature or by enforced direction, pleasured their new temporary owners to orgasm in tandem with the squirming, mewling, pleasure wracked couple on the stage.
Beth moaned and squirmed, riding the high of her long sought pleasure, even as she felt the chains being loosened and Andrew brought around in front of her. His flagging cock was positioned next to her mouth, and her ball gag removed to hang from her neck. Alice stood behind Andrew, one hand tucked around his waist, the other playing idly with his cock.
“And now, our next little game with the pair of you…testing your hubby’s stamina…”
Both captives looked at Alice as best they could, still exhausted and swimming in the after effects of their mutual orgasms.
“I’m a big believer in multiple orgasms,” Alice remarked idly, stroking Andrew’s cock and then Beth’s cheek, “So…you, sweet wife, will have…hmmm…two minutes to restore your husband to straining hardness. If you can, he gets to fuck you again with his cock. If you fail, he gets locked in chastity, and fucks you with a strapon…”
Alice chuckled as they both moaned, to further cheers and laughter from the main area of the club, “Oh not to worry, the strapon is a perfect replica of his cock…wouldn’t want you to experience anything but his manhood on your wedding night…but ultimately that is up to you sweetness…”
Beth swallowed and then opened her mouth, desperately eager to take Andrew into it. Take him and make him ready again. God she wanted him. She wanted him in her again.
Even as she began sucking, Alice was murmuring teasing words into Andrew’s ear. Making him moan, and squirm, and thrust, and beg into his gag.
“You know you’re going into chastity either way, don’t you boy? Mmmmm, whether its now, or in an hour, or in four hours, or a day…your cock is getting locked up…”
“Mmmmmmmmmm…”
“Good boy. You love this don’t you? You love being controlled. You love being your wife’s little fuck toy don’t you? Here for her pleasure…and that’s it. Just as she is here for yours…”
“Gghhffmmmm…”
Beth kept sucking.
“I know your wife meant to ask, but since her mouth is busy at the moment…you want to keep going with this don’t you? Turn your honeymoon into one big pleasure filled excursion into the world of kinky debauchery.” Alice caressed his face, nibbling at his ear as Andrew flushed and moaned, “Your wife wants it. She wants the pair of you to experience this together. Don’t you? Don’t you want to please her? To please me by accepting my gift? Nod your head boy. Nod your head and agree to a kink honeymoon. Look down at your wife, and nod your head like a good boy…”
Beth could feel Andrew quiver, and then frantically nod, before she felt his shaft pulled free from her mouth.
“MMmmmmmm, seems he definitely wants to do that, given that firm rod…” Alice said loudly, to more cheers and teasing laughter from the crowd, “I think we are ready for round two, and in record time!”
Alice leaned back in close to Andrew, with Beth just barely managing to overhear, “Seems you get to avoid chastity for a little while longer. Just so you know….boy…when your cock gets locked tonight it is staying locked until I say otherwise.”
Andrew groaned loudly as he was pulled out of Beth’s sight. Back behind her, to fuck her again, with Alice’s words ringing in her ear.
“So keep being a good fucktoy for as long as you can…because I’m a big believer in turning boys like you into frantic, desperate chastity sluts who dream of giving pleasure to the women in their lives…”
Beth gasped as she felt Andrew enter her again, her ungagged moans and groans carrying out into the club, many of the occupants already turning back to their own pleasures and torments as the newlywed stage show became arousing background to their own activities. As her husband thrust into her, Alice came around to crouch by Beth’s head, planting a gentle kiss on Beth’s lips, and looking at her with a twinkle in her eye.
“So my dear…your husband’s consent. Obtained. Oh, I’ll confirm tomorrow when he’s in a slightly less crazed state, “ Alice assured Beth as the latter locked eyes with her for a brief moment, the domme waving her concerns away with an amused grin, “I’ve got quite the set of plans for you, over a dozen dommes lined up, just waiting to show you their personal brands of domination and subjugation. I’ve arranged that the two of you will stay here with me in my space. I have, in point of fact, arranged everything.”
Alice gripped Beth’s hair, keeping her head up as Andrew thrust into her over and over, her eyes boring into the bound woman’s own, “All I need you to do, the last thing you need to decide to do…is nod your head, and say ‘yes Mistress, we’re in.’”
Beth groaned, her entire body fairly thrumming with erotic aroused energy, feeling a second orgasm rapidly approaching. She opened her mouth and closed it several times, a score of responses flickering through her mind before being quickly discarded by the demands of her pleasure wracked brain. There was only one response, there could only be one response after all this. Beth wanted this. Andrew wanted this. Alice was providing this. She couldn’t say no. She couldn’t demand anything.
She could only…only…
Beth’s eyes cleared for a moment, and her mouth formed the words, even as her mind at last drowned beneath the arousal it had fought to keep one sane corner from overtaking. Hearing herself, more than actively speaking, she murmured the words, “Yes Mistress…we’re in.”
Alice grinned triumphantly and thrust the ball gag firmly back into her mouth.
“Good girl. Now, I’m going to fetch my strapon. Not for where your husband is, that will remain his sole province, but I simply adore watching a girl’s eyes when they take rubber cock in their mouths. There is something deliciously sensual about it…and I’m unlikely to be the only one who thinks so…”
With that Alice brushed another kiss across Beth’s gagged lips and left the squirming, moaning, squealing woman behind her. Where she yet remained the centre of attention in Alice’s Club, up on stage for all to see as her beloved husband carried them both towards a second massive mutual orgasm. Whether or not he would muster up the energy or ability to remain hard for a third remained to be seen. The only two thoughts that were not concerned with her upcoming orgasm in Beth’s mind were that eventually Andrew would be locked in chastity. Hell, they would both no doubt be locked in chastity, with their orgasms dictated to them at a time and place of Alice’s choosing.
The second…was that she had just committed both of them to an entire month of sexual subjugation, slave training, and utter submission to Alice and her coterie of dominant women.
At that thought, Beth cried out into her gag, her arousal peaking once more as she came explosively…followed fifteen seconds later by her husband’s own lesser orgasm.
It would prove to be an entertaining…and long…month for both of them…