Randy moaned in some combination of fear, hope, and arousal as she squirmed in her bondage. She was dressed in a sexy fishnet top, revealing her perky, large breasts, with tight white ropes keeping her in a strict boxtie, while framing her breasts between tight bonds. Her luxurious blonde hair had been carefully styled, allowed to fall in arranged waterfalls around her shoulders. A pair of latex panties preserved some small modicum of dignity, with a set of latex garters attached to elegant (and expensive) nylons that covered her from mid thigh to foot. That was the extent of her clothing...a fact that she was embarrassingly aware of as she squirmed in front of the half dozen people sitting on comfy seats to her right.

They were here for the show.

For in addition to the tight torso and arm bondage, Randy had been forced to straddle a long rope that had been strung between two poles that were located on either side of the room. The rope contained plentiful notes, and six hanging hitachi vibrators carefully tied at specific intervals. Randy eyed them with due concern as she squirmed in her bonds, and moaned again into her large ball gag that kept any words, and any protests, veiled from the onlookers.

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen," a warm female voice announced the return of her captor, Angela, and the raven haired beauty strutted around to stand on Randy's left hand side. She smiled at Randy, running a hand down the squirming blonde's face, and chuckling as Randy let out a growl and tried to squirm away, "As you can see, still quite willful and playful. There's nothing this lady loves more than entertaining her biggest fans."

Randy flushed, her eyes darting over at the audience. She didn't know any of them, but that was hardly atypical. She had been Angela's prisoner for the better part of a week now, kept ever since she had failed to pay her rent on time and her landlady had told her that she would be providing her payment via 'alternative means.' The rules, for this new contract, were comparatively simple. Prove to Angela that she wasn't a silly bitch obsessed with sex and that she was able to defer pleasure in the present for rewards later. Which she had to do by once a day attempting to cross this hellish innovation...the Orgasm Rope Bridge.

Randy had failed every day so far. The rope and knots were hard enough as they pressed against her achingly denied pussy...but the combined vibrations from the wands were always enough to put her over the edge. They were difficult in plenty just from what they did to the rope...and Randy had only ever managed to pass two of them before bucking in her ropes and squealing as she orgasmed.

After each of her failures, she would be paraded in front of whoever was watching her that day. Sometimes they were other tenants. Sometimes they were Angela's friends from various parts of her life. It didn't really matter from Randy's perspective...her task was the same. To kiss their feet and beg to be of service. For some that involved spanking her, or groping her, feeling her up and making her cum again, or edging and denying her. For others that meant applying her rapidly improving oral skills to provide them with pleasures of their own. And for still others it was to convince them through appropriate begging and assurances that she was desperately, desperately grateful to Angela for making her into his achingly denied, frustrated, and horny Bitch.

SMACK

Randy squealed as Angela's hand connected with her ass in a loud and painful spank.

"I said," Angela repeated, groping Randy's ass firmly, "Is my Bitch ready to prove this is exactly where she belongs again?"

Randy growled, tossing her head in frustrated, and horny, resistance, the squirming making the taut rope in between her legs press against her in a most distracting fashion.

"Mmmmm, that's exactly the spirit I want you to show me and my guests little one," Angela giggled, holding up a remote. The Remote. Randy blushed and squirmed, eyeing her captor and mumbling into her gag. But Angela just smiled back at her, comfortable and commanding...and pressed the big red button.

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

Randy threw her head back despite her intent to remain stoic, and let out a loud groan of achingly frustrated need. Her knees trembled for a few long seconds, her entire body quivering as her aching pussy was subjected to the sorts of vibrations she had once had cause to genuinely enjoy in the privacy of her own home. Now...now she was only given access to them to demonstrate her proper place as a submissive Bitch. As someone unable to control their urges...and therefore in need of Angela's continued control and ownership. Randy growled into her gag, fighting through the mental fog, the internal voices that cried out for her to simply give in and hump her brains out onto that tight rope. That demanded that she simple wiggle over to the first vibrator and get ever possible shred of pleasure that she could take before the inevitable punishment arrived.

She forced them all back, squaring her shoulders...and took a step forward. The rope pressing against her...and that first knot settling firmly against her latex covered pussy.

"ggaanannnmmmgngngnh," Randy groaned and growled, squirming her hips forward, humping her way past the knot. She strained against the ropes keeping her captive, feeling their bite and tension across her wrists and arms, feeling them dig more deeply into her torso and around her breasts. She moaned, squirming and making her breasts sway as she moved, red faced with humiliation as she heard the coos and encouragement from the women and two men who were seated and watching.

"Now some of you will know, our little Bitch here has never made it past two of the vibrating wands. And as her desperation increases with her captivity, I think there is an ever dwindling probability of her making it much further...but she might still surprise us!" Angela giggled, swatting at Randy's ass again with her hand, using her other hand to casually grope Randy's breasts, tugging on her ropes, and stroking her face, "Such a pretty thing, she looks so natural dressed and bound like this, doesn't she?"

More sounds of agreement came from the floor, and Randy let out a furious string of muffled imprecations at what they could do with their assumptions and judgements...which soon shuddered to a halt as her pussy pressed up against the first vibrator. The series of knots that kept the vibrator in place buzzed with vibrations of their own...and Randy shoved herself forward and onto them.

"MMMMMGNGNGNGNPOHHH!!" She squealed and groaned, growling into her gag as her hips began humping and thrusting in automatic response to the powerful sensations coursing through her from the taut rope, the vibrating knots, and the pulsing waves of vibes from the wand.

"See how she moves? How she squirms?" Angela continued, brazenly groping Randy's quivering breasts as the bound woman moaned and thrust herself forward, trying to overcome the vibrator, "This is a woman who belongs right here. Not out in the boring real world where she'd be tethered to a desk and wasted. No. This is a talent for submission and servitude that needs to be carefully kept. Denied. Frustrated. Trained." Angela leaned in, whispering the final word into Randy's ear alone, "Broken."

Randy shook her head valiantly, and forged ahead. With one almighty heave she managed to get over the hump of the vibrator head and the many knots that held it in place. She was doing it! She was moving!

The only problem was that she was moving too quickly. The forceful thrust had carried her over the hump, but it had misbalanced her, and she staggered forward. Rapidly movign forward, dragging herself across four vibrating knots...and then coming to a shuddering halt right up against the second vibrating head. Randy shuddered, moaning and trying to back up, but Angela placed a hand int he small of her back, the other hand now slapping at Randy's breasts, emphasizing every word.

"You." SMACK. "Are." SMACK. "My." SMACK. "Sexy." SMACK. "Submissive." SMACK. "BITCH!"" SMACK.

With the final smack Angela let go of her and grabbed both sides of the rope, giving each a light pull up...and making it impossible to back away or make further progress. Randy could only stand, mewling into her gag as the enforced crotchrope, devious knots, and pulsing vibrator did their inevitable work.

"MMMMGMGNGNGNGNNGNGNGMH!!!" Randy let out her loudest scream yet as she felt herself crest and then topple over the edge. Plunging off into the depths of pleasure. She writhed on the rope, held there by those simple thin strands of cord, and grinded and thrust and shuddered and wailed as a titanic orgasm crashed over her. All the while Angela held the ropes, resting her body against Randy's squirming form, and cooing encouragement as her captive once more failed in epic fashion to secure her victory.

As Randy quivered to a halt, Angela pressed herself more tightly to her, one hand settling possessively on her ass, the other on the back of Randy's head, gripping her hair, "Now darling, I know that may have seemed a touch unfair...but if you're honest with yourself, you weren't making it past the halfway mark today." She kissed Randy's cheek, "In point of fact, if you're honest enough with yourself...you're looking forward to what comes next. My sweet Slut. My Beautiful Bitch."

Randy squirmed. Randy moaned...

And Randy blushed in telling response.

And the room was filled with Angela's knowing laughter...