I ran my hands over the velvet dress, grinning to myself as I admired myself in the mirror.

“Morticia Addams, eat your heart out,” I murmured.

It was a deep plum purple dress with a plunging neckline that walked the line between slutty and sexy. Added to the comfortably tight, without being clingy, shape that hugged my bust, waist, and hips without clinging to my stomach, before slinking down to the floor, and a slit up my one leg that allowed relatively free movement and revealed the legs I’d had especially waxed for the occasion, I felt absolutely stunning. I twirled, admiring it from the back.

“My sub is going to adore this,” I said firmly.

“His eyes will positively pop out,” The proprietor of the shop agreed. “Shall I go and get him?”

“Oh hell yes.”

I pouted at myself. This temptress dress required bouffy hair, which was going to be a complete headache, but so worth it. I frowned. She was taking a long time getting David… I frowned as my phone buzzed and opened it with my fingerprint…

And then I bolted out of the dressing room, hitching up my skirt as I did. David’s security protocol had just kicked in, which meant either he was making a bolt for it, or… equal parts panic and anger flamed inside my heart as I quickly scanned the shop, ascertaining quickly that my sub was nowhere to be seen. I hurried to the tent flap, and there, about 5 metres away was the convulsing figure of my sub, being yanked away by 3 slutty bitches.

Oh fuck no. Not on my watch you don’t.

I grabbed a bullwhip from a nearby stall and, before the vendor could do more than protest, had the thing unfurled. The crack of the whip as it snapped out matched the resounding crack as my self-restraint comprehensively shattered. The end of the whip coiled like a tongue around the trailing bitch’s ankles, the one currently groping my glorious sub’s butt with her unworthy hands. She squealed in shock, the plastic of her nurse outfit squeaking as she fell to the floor, tangled up in the leather. The other girls looked back, momentarily stopping in place, stunned as I advanced, heart pounding in my temples, my temper running hot through me. The Nurse scrambled back up quickly, her bright pink knickers visible beneath her short skirt in her hurry, red welts on her ankles where the leather had hit her.

I stopped feet from them, twirling the whip in figure-eights, keeping it in constant motion, my eyes momentarily locking with David’s those big green eyes wide with shock. Hang on sweetheart, I thought. I’m coming for you.

“You’ve got 5 seconds to return my slave, or you’re not going to like what happens next,” I stated, my voice resounding with deceptive calm.

A crowd had started to form. Maybe they thought it was some kind of show that the con had put on, but it was more likely that no-one could resist a drama.

“Your slave?!” The redhead in the catsuit laughed. “He’s a bondcon slave, free to play!”

“Look again harlot,” I snapped. “Or are you blind as well as stupid?”

The redhead scowled at me and I felt my temper spike again.

“I’m a domme like you.”

I gave out a low, derisive laugh, lip curling.

“Only in your lonely pathetic dreams could you even pretend to be a domme like me sugar,” I snapped. “I know not to take what belongs to other girls.”

The blonde bimbo dressed as a cop sneered back at me.

“Who do you think that you are, Liam Neeson in Taken, or can’t you count? There’s 3 of us and only one of you.”

I shrugged nonchalantly.

“I’ve taken more than 3, and much better calibre too,” I flicked the whip at her, catching her on the cheek with a slight slap of the whip. “I don't know who you think you are, you upstart bitch, but I have a very particular set of skills. Skills I have acquired over a very long career of bondage and domination. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you let Davey go right now...” I paused. “Then I’m still going to humiliate you and make you hurt. But it’ll end right here. Don’t let him go and you’re going to regret this moment for the rest of your pitiful life.”

The redhead snickered, still holding onto David’s arm and started to drag him backwards.

Okay bitch, game on.

The slutty nurse stepped towards me, but the constantly moving whip sliced across her chest, managing to unhook the halterneck of her nurse outfit. As she desperately clutched at the front of the dress to stop her rather impressive chest from pouring out, she staggered into a stall full of human storage crates and boxes. It was the work of a moment to shove her, already off-balance into one of them and kick the lid shut ontop of her. The look of panic on her face through the translucent Perspex was like nectar and I cracked the whip again, advancing, a sinister grin twisting my face.

Blonde Cop darted forwards, grabbing my hair, fingernails digging into my scalp. Dropping the whip, I laced my hands over hers and ducked under her arm, turning as I did. She gave a yelp of pain and I straightened up, her arm twisted up behind her, her wrist jammed at an acutely uncomfortable angle. She yelped in pain, bending forwards to relieve the pressure as all of her joints jammed agonisingly. Snagging a collar from a nearby stall, I buckled it, one handed around her neck, praising my foresight for putting some practice into doing this before kidnapping David.

“I could dislocate your shoulder from here,” I remarked conversationally. “You’re lucky I’m not feeling vindictive.” I slapped her butt with a resounding smack, my palm stinging from the impact. “Well, not that vindictive.”

Blonde cop screamed in pain as she tried to straighten up, and I smirked, lifting the handcuffs from her belt.

“Cheap Halloween cop costume, but real Smith and Wesson cuffs?” I demanded. “You’re a girl after my own heart.”

I grabbed her other wrist and forced her hands into a reverse prayer position behind her back, snapping the cuffs around her wrists, then snapping them onto a clip onto the back of her collar, before casually pushing her away, my foot on her reddening arse. She flopped to the floor, squirming to get back up. I picked up my whip, stepping over her like the pile of rubbish that she was, advancing towards red-head, who was looking unmistakably nervous. I gave her a sly grin and beckoned. She shook her head, backing away, letting go of David, who dropped into a crouch, crawling away from her. I tutted, then snapped out with the whip.

The coils snugged around her neck and I started to slowly, hand over hand, reel her in. Redhead choked, her nails biting at the leather, trying to prise it away… Then I saw a flicker of determination cross her face. She did the only thing she could do in that situation, she ran at me. I had to admit, it took me by surprise, but not so much surprise that I couldn’t grab her by the arm and judo throw her. She hit the deck, gasping for breath, whimpering in pain. I set my high-heeled foot on her chest, the silver studs on the heel gleaming. I leant casually on my knee, leaning over her, putting pressure on her chest, the heel digging into her sternum.

“Piece of advice, baby domme?” I purred. “Never underestimate the person that you’re stealing from.” I leant a bit harder. “Stay the hell away from me and my sub, or I swear to God I will not be accountable for the consequences.”

There was a shrill whistle and I looked up. 4 people were hurrying across the courtyard, dressed in smart blue/black outfits that were very reminiscent of old fashioned police uniforms. I knew what they were, and frankly, I was stunned it had taken them that long. They were the Bondcon Enforcers, and practically legendary. The moment there was any kind of disturbance, they appeared on the scene, and because of the waiver you signed when you bought the tickets, they had more… humiliating powers over you than the normal police.

As they approached, I raised my right wrist, showing the bracelet around my wrist. It was a curious looking thing, the clasp made of a tiny, yet functioning set of handcuffs in a metal that looked at first like silver. There were 3 strands to the bracelet, the first one brown twine, the second a strip of leather, the bottom a chain made from the same metal as the handcuff-clasp.

The leading man in uniform, a trim looking black guy with the most amazing dark chocolate eyes, paused when he saw it, then snapped a crisp salute.

“You’re a bit late Enforcer. Mistress E Grey, platinum membership.”

He pulled out a list from his pocket, clearly found my name, then nodded to himself, tucking the list away again.

“Apologies for the inconvenience Mistress Grey,” he said calmly. “We saw the disturbance on the CCTV, but you seemed to have it under control. With your permission, we will take it from here?”

“Certainly,” I gave him a frosty smile, taking a chance to gouge my heel a little deeper into redhead’s chest as I stepped over her, pressing the whip’s handle into his hand. “She’s all yours.”

I strode over to where David had sank down into a huddled heap on the floor, one of the Enforcers stood nearby, close enough to warn anyone away from him, but not close enough to intimidate him. I knelt down next to him, putting my arms on his shoulders. He was shaking, quivering like a leaf in a force gale, and the panic ripped through me again. I loosened his collar, dragging off his hood and then the gag, pressing my forehead against his, looking into his wild green eyes, cupping his face in my hands.

“David?” I asked gently. “David, sweetheart, are you okay? Come on sweetie, tell me you’re okay.”

David looked up at me, his mouth opening… then he shut it again, eyes looking strangely damp. I couldn’t help myself, I grabbed onto him, pulling him into me, pressing my cheek against his hood-smushed hair, arms tight around his chest as he buried his face in my shoulder, his whole body shuddering with emotion. His chin was digging into my shoulder, he was trying to hold on that tight, sliding closer. I wrapped myself around him, holding tight onto him, cursing those stupid, stupid girls for hurting my precious boy, for frightening him like that, cursing the enforcers for not getting her sooner… and cursing myself for letting them get near him.

“I am so sorry my love,” I murmured softly. “I am so sorry. I should never have left you alone and unprotected like that. I am so sorry.” I rocked him gently, stroking his hair. “I am so sorry sweetheart.” I pulled back, pressing my forehead against his again, my eyes burning into his. “It will never happen again. I promise. I promise you David.”

He seemed steadier now, nodding slightly, blinking away the dampness in his eyes, but he still looked pale and shaky. Goddamn them. How dare they do this to my boy?! I looked up as the enforcers passed me.

“Enforcer!” I called after them.

The lead enforcer turned.

“Yes Mistress.”

“I want them booked.”

He blinked at me, eyes widening. All the other enforcers froze, gaping at me, but I only had eyes for the leader.

“I’m sorry Ma’am…”

“I want them booked,” I snapped crisply. “As a platinum member I have that right.”

“Yes Ma’am,” he nodded. “Of course. I will relay the message. You are aware of the 24 hour cool-off period, of course?”

I looked up, fixing him with a glare so icy he practically cowered.

“Just have to make you aware ma’am,” He assured me.

“Duly noted,” I returned. “Just book them.”

I looked down at David, who was staring at my… I grinned despite myself.

“Like the outfit, do you slave?” I demanded coyly, running a hand up my exposed calf.

He blushed flaming scarlet.

“That’s okay sugar, you’re allowed to look,” I gently kissed his neck, then straightened up, pulling him to his feet as well. “You’re my boy, and you’re more than welcome to look.”

He looked awkwardly at the floor, then back up at me, his green eyes darting from carpet to face and back. I stroked his face, stepping closer, sliding my leg between his, making him jump slightly with an adorably little squeak.

“Are you okay?” I asked softly, then with a touch of command, as he remained mute, I added; “Answer me Slave.”

“I… I tried to stop them Mistress, I really did…” He stammered. “I didn’t want…”

I stared up at him, then reached up and pressed my mouth hard against his, my hand pressed into the nape of his neck, yanking his head down to meet mine. I kissed him, long and slow and hard, then pulled away, looking up at him.

“I know,” I murmured softly. “I know you didn’t want to go. I know you were fighting every step of the way, and I am so goddamn proud of you, my brave, beautiful boy.”

I buckled his gag around his neck so he wore it like a necklace, then pulled his hood back on, protecting his anonymity and his pride as his blush flamed brilliant scarlet. I slid my arms tightly around his waist and gave a luxurious squeeze, giving him a firm hug. He nuzzled into my shoulder with a soft, almost contented, little sigh.

“Come on,” I said gently, looping his leash firmly back around my one wrist and locking the other arm tightly around his waist so we were virtually welded at the hip. “Let’s go and pay for this dress, hmmm? You do like it, don’t you Davey?”

He nodded quickly, the hint of a blush creeping along the tops of his cheeks.

“Good,” I purred, resting my head on his shoulder as we sauntered back towards the tent. “And maybe we can take a look at some of those hoods. I’m guessing you didn’t get much chance to look, hmm? God damn it David, why are you just so damn abductable?”

I felt his chest vibrate slightly as he laughed a little at the thought, then I felt him give another little shudder, felt his breathing hitch momentarily. I kept a tight grip on him, then gave his butt a gentle squeeze.

“Must be this glorious bubble butt,” I continued conversationally. “Don’t you think slave?”

The moment had passed and he laughed again slightly, nodding. I stopped at the tent-flap of the dress shop and pulled him against me, arms around his waist, almost pelvis to pelvis we were that close. I stared up into his big green eyes.

“I will never let anyone hurt you babe,” I promised softly. “No-one is going to steal you away from me. You’re my sub. Mine.” I reached up and tugged his collar, flipping the coin-like name tag to prove the point. “You’ve got my name on you and everything. You’re my slave, I’m your mistress, and we belong to each other. I’m sorry I screwed up back there, but it will not happen again. You understand me, David?”

His glorious green eyes locked with mine and he nodded firmly. I grinned and gently slapped his butt.

“Say it,” I commanded.

“Yes mistress,” he replied, slightly muffled from under the hood.

“Good boy,” I stroked his cheek. “My boy.”

I turned away with a dramatic flare of my skirt.

“Does my butt look big in this?” I asked, looking back with a grin.

David, very wisely, shook his head.



“Mistress?”

I looked over at David, my arm still tucked firmly around his waist as I leant on the golden rail of the glass elevator as it slid up, peering down at the different stalls of bondcon. David looked a lot better now, much more relaxed, but I was still keeping a careful eye on him. From his body-language he’d been trying to pluck up the courage to ask a question, and whether that would be allowed in the circumstances as his gag still hung around his neck like an accessory.

“Yes Davey?” I cooed, smiling at him.

“What’s being booked?”

I paused, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear.

“It’s like being blacklisted,” I said after a moment. “Basically, not only will those brazen hussies be kicked out of this year’s bondcon, they will never be allowed back in. They’re also banned from all affiliated events, and also from any bondcon stockists or suppliers. In perpetuity.”

David looked stunned as I gave an evil smile.

“That’s really…”

“Harsh?” I asked him with a grin. “Davey, did I, at any point over the last month, ever give you any allusion that I was a nice person?” I stalked over and tugged his collar gently. “No-one steals my slave and gets away with it.”

David blushed scarlet again as the lift gave a soft ‘ting’ and the doors slid open.

“Come on you,” I gave him a gentle tug, leading him out of the lift, admiring the studded leather harness clad sub being hauled into the lift over her master’s shoulder. “Now there’s an idea, maybe I’ll keep you in a fireman’s lift all weekend so no-one can pinch you?”

David mumbled something and I grinned.

“Come on slave, pick your feet up,” I commanded regally. “I’ve got a surprise waiting for you.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw David giving me a cautious look and I grinned.

“No, it’s really a nice surprise,” I assured him. “You’ll like it. Just the thing after a hard morning’s shopping.” I punched his shoulder. “Stop giving me that doubtful look.”

I pulled him out of the hotel doors, and he momentarily froze, before realising that we hadn’t really left bondcon. We were in what must have been a carpark of some sort, but a glass dome had been made, allowing the glorious summer sunshine to sparkle through the prisms high above onto the most gorgeous garden I’d ever entered. Sprays of ivy and gorgeous hanging baskets full of flowers gracefully dangled all around us, lush grashes brushing my hand as I held the door open for David. The tarmac had been covered with thick coconut matting and as we entered the area, there was a sign that simply said ‘Babylon’.

A beautiful golden skinned woman with long black tresses glided forwards to greet us, wearing a flowing dress of golden silk, wrapped around her willowy form.

“Welcome to Babylon,” She murmured. “Do you have an appointment?”

“I do,” I nodded. “Mistress Eliza, I got the Bondcon deal.”

She nodded.

“Of course,” she turned to David, giving him an appraising look, the nodded to herself. “Is this the gentleman in question?”

“It is, and he’s had a rather stressful morning, so if you can be extra gentle with him, I would really appreciate it,” I remarked.

She nodded with the grace of a lioness.

“Of course. We always aim to please. This way please Mistress.”

I followed her down the winding path, trailing my hand through the flowers. Everything was warm and aromatic here, without the unpleasant stuffy feeling of being in a greenhouse. The soft scent of lavender washed in with all sort of glorious spicy scents, and everything was tactile, from the grasses to the silken curtains delineating certain areas. The woman gestured us into an area sectioned off by bamboo-fencing, delicately decorated with more climbing plants and drew a silken curtain across the entrance.

“If Mistress would care to take a seat,” She gestured to a beautiful wrought iron table to the back of the compartment. “We will bring you some tea and biscuits out shortly.”

I nodded and slipped the leash off my wrist, turning back to David.

“You behave now,” I warned him, bopping him gently on the nose with it, then leaning in closer. “I’ll be right over there the whole time. Try to relax and enjoy it babe, okay?”

He hesitated, eyes wide and worried, but nodded bravely. I took a seat, picking up a newspaper and watching over the top of it with interest. The beautiful lady adjusted his collar, then gently removed his gag and hood, setting them on a nearby table. He looked nervously across at me, and I nodded calmly. He stood still as she released him from his armbinder, placing that on the table as well, then guided him into a nearby chair. It was a beautiful construct of swirling golden metal, complete with padded leather seat, backrest, footrest and neckrest, and he nervously took a seat.

Constantly reassuring him in her low soft voice, she slipped his wrists into leather straps built into the arms and tightened them, enough to be secure, but not enough to hurt, then buckled up an intricate harness over his chest before kneeling down and gently unbuckling his boots, pulling them away to reveal his pink little piggies. She secured his ankles to the footrest, then straightened up to gently stroke his face. She looked back at me, then reached over to the table next to the chair and rang a little bell.

As if by magic, 4 equally stunning ladies appeared from behind the curtain and gathered around him. One was a much older lady with glorious waves of white hair, another a cute plump girl with brunette curls, a willowy girl with waves of auburn hair, an Amazonian black girl with corkscrew curls held back with a golden strip of material and another a petite oriental girl with slanted black eyes.

They all took positions around him as the chair was reclined back. The older lady stood by David’s head, the amazon and the oriental girl stood on either side by his elbow and the auburn haired girl and the brunette knelt down at David’s feet. I watched on with interest as the older lady began to wash his hair, kneading his scalp with clear expertise, enough pressure to massage the scalp without being too hard.

The beautiful golden lady swept over to me.

“It was just the wash and trim, pedicure and manicure wasn’t it?” She clarified.

“That’s it,” I agreed with a smile. “He needs a little coddling.”

“What colour did you want his nails?” She asked.

“Oh, a nice emerald green,” I said after a while. “To match his eyes.”

“Very good Mistress,” The Babylonian paused. “I see you haven’t taken advantage of our full bondcon offer, we could offer a full body massage for your slave as well?”

I paused, considering, watching David sink into the chair, eyes semi-lidded, almost purring with contentment.

“We’ll see,” I said after a moment. “He’s a little skittish at the moment, but we’ll see.”

The Babylonian woman looked back at David, who was clearly enjoying himself.

“We will,” She agreed. “How do you take your tea?”

I sat back, enjoying watching my slave being thoroughly pampered, a glass pot of flowering tea on the table besides me, along with a plate of very nice shortbread while my boy was preened to within an inch of his life. After an hour or so, the ladies withdrew, leaving him restrained in the massage chair, mostly asleep.

I sauntered over to him, leaning on the arm of the chair.

“Having fun there slave?”

He nodded contentedly.

“There’s an offer on in regards to having a massage,” I informed him calmly. “I wasn’t sure you’d be up for it, but…?”

He opened his eyes, then tentatively nodded. I grinned, then looked up at where the golden woman had been stood discreetly by the curtain. At my nod, she swept back the curtain. A massage table, the same elegant design as the chair was swiftly whistled in and set up in the middle of the area, and discreetly bolted to the floor. As briskly as they had entered, they had vanished again.

I released my sleepy slave from his chair and then released him from his catsuit, leaving him in just his collar and cage. I helped him onto the table, where I soon found the straps to hold him in place, straps at his wrists and ankles, with a belt strap to clamp him down further, draping a towel delicately over his butt, not without giving it a token grope first though. The moment I had finished, the Amazon was back. I sat back to watch as she worked the scented oil into his skin, massaging and manipulating his muscles until all the tension just seemed to evaporate right out of him. A fresh pot of tea had magically appeared and I raised my refilled cup in a little victory salute to myself.

“Is there anything more we can do for you today?” The golden lady inquired politely.

“That it thank you,” I said politely, paying with my card. “Oh, just wrap him up, would you?”

She gave me a knowing smirk.

“With pleasure.”

She clapped her hands and all of the ladies reappeared. David froze like a deer in the headlights as they helped him back off the table and gave me a concerned look, but I gave him a reassuring smile, watching on in interest. It wasn’t exactly like duct-tape, it was thicker and broader, veined like leaves, but it gelled easily against his skin as they wrapped him up in it, building the layers up from his ankles up to his neck, all his limbs kept separate, but his hands gelled into useless spoon shapes. Once he was completely encased in the green bandages, red vines were wound around his body, creating a star-like harness over his chest, anchored at his armpits and chest, his hands placed in a box-tie behind him, more red vine-like rope braided around them to hold them in place. His boots were carefully slid back onto his feet, more red rope to form a hobble around his ankles. David’s collar was replaced with equal care, and the ladies swept away, carrying away his remaining gear. They had my room number to return it after all.

David turned back to me, slowly shifting his semi-mummified body, giving soft groans of pleasure as he did. I meandered over, taking the time to admire him. The tape clung closer to him than even his catsuit had, showing every inch of him to perfection.

Well, I don’t think it’s an everyday outfit slave, but you look damn fine,” I assured him with a smile. “The plant the tape’s made from has a natural adhesive that bonds to skin really nicely and is almost impossible shuck off, but it relatively painless to remove. It’s supposed to make your skin baby-smooth when it comes off, and I intend to test every inch of your skin tonight,” I stroked the wrapping, feeling the soft, almost velveteen texture of the tape against my hand. “The only problem will be keeping my hands off you for the required couple of hours for it to work its magic.” I looked up at him. “What do you think, does that count as a nice surprise?”

He nodded vigorously and I grinned.

“Well, so should this,” I reached into my bag, then looked up at him. “Close your eyes and open your mouth.”

He grinned despite himself, then obediently did as told. I pulled out a snug leather hood, dyed deep green and pulled it on his head, snugging down the laces at the back and tying them off firmly. I then pulled the strap along the bottom of the mask firmly into place, guiding the attached penis gag into his mouth and buckling it off. After tucking it all under his collar neatly, I looked up at him.

“Okay, you can open your eyes now,” I told him cheerily.

He opened them and blinked at me through the lenses of his hood, then gave me a quizzical look.

“Yes it is the one you were admiring,” I agreed with a smile.

It was a small technological marvel. The lenses could be synced to my smartphone, so with a tap of a button, I could make them mirrored like sunglasses, opaque so he couldn’t see through them, or completely transparent as they were now. Yes, it was a bit gimmicky, but hey, what else do you do at conventions? I ran a finger over the strap, pushing the gag a little deeper and hearing him moan slightly, sucking on the gag automatically.

“You told me once on the chat that a penis gag always helped you get into a submissive mindset,” I murmured softly. “I thought that it might help, and well, it reminds me of the first time we met, ehhh?”

I could tell he was blushing by the awkward stance he adopted, and I grinned despite myself, clipping the lead firmly back onto his collar.

“Now, I think we go for a nice meal, and then we go and unpeel you to see how smooth that skin really us under all that lovely wrapping,” I stated. “Any protests?”

He shook his head and I grinned, wrapping my arm around his waist again.

“Not that we’d have heard them if you did of course…” I added brightly.



“Well, look what the tide brought in.”

I looked up at the almost sneering voice, then burst into laughter.

“Cat! Mistress Caitlin, how lovely to see you again.”

An imposing woman was striding imperiously towards us on her needle-thin 6 inch stiletto heeled boots, intricately laced all the way to mid-thigh. Mistress Caitlin had to be in her late 30’s to mid 40’s, but she was showing no signs of going to seed, her jet black hair showing not even a trace of grey. She was utterly stunning, but then, her body was her business, and she was certainly flaunting it. She was wearing a tight red latex dress that hugged every curve and displayed her toned arms and legs, a dark blue/black leather jacket worn over her shoulders. As she waved, I saw a 3 stranded bracelet like my own at her wrist, but instead of a handcuff clasp, it had a silvery whip, the 3 strands the whip’s fronds.

And on the other hand was the loop of a leash, and suddenly my attention was very much distracted. Trotting obediently behind her was a man, maybe in his late twenties, leaving even less to the imagination than his mistress. The only mystery about him was his face, he was wearing a traditional gimp-mask, the zip over his mouth firmly closed, leaving only his pale blue/grey eyes visible, peering out at me with a weird kind of long-suffering curiosity. Going by the hair on his arms and legs, he was probably light brunette, and he was pale, the kind of pale one might expect from prolonged captivity.

His pallor just made the contrast with the crimson leather harness he was wearing all the more obvious. He was practically nude, save for what was effectively a series of straps, a metal O ring planted firmly over his sternum, the centre for all of them, one strap reaching up to the thick red collar around his neck, 2 straps going diagonally over his shoulders, 2 horizontal ones planted firmly over his nipples, one going down to the thick leather belt around his waist, and down further to… the slave shifted awkwardly as my eyes rested speculatingly on his groin. The harness included a skimpy jock-strap like section that barely covered his clearly contained cock. I grinned despite myself, David thought I was mean keeping him in his relatively comfortable cage, if that one was the one I thought it was, with all the various security features, David was in paradise in comparison. Quite a good size though, I noted, even contained. Caitlin must be pleased with her catch there…

“Like the outfit?” Caitlin asked imperiously. “Twirl for the Mistress, Slave.”

The slave grimaced slightly, but then slowly shuffled around on the spot, hindered by huge red heels he was wearing, barely shorter than Caitlin’s, their heels connected with a few scanty inches of chain. Caitlin held the lead up imperiously so my view wasn’t impeded, and I continued to admire him. The back of the harness narrowed back into a strap that was yanked tight between his buttcheeks, buckled off at the back of the belt-section of the harness. All the straps anchored there, sealed in place with an ornate silver padlock, heavy enough that he must have been aware of it hanging in his lower back. His arms were sealed together in a red leather armbag and I could see his fingers fidgeting at the material within.

“Well, he’s not one I’ve seen before,” I remarked conversationally. “Neatly packaged as he is.”

Caitlin grinned.

“Oh no, he’s a relatively recent acquisition, but it’s wonderful what I can do in a few months,” She grinned. “Jem, this is Mistress Eliza, she’s the lady who designed the security system that’s given you so many problems.”

“Jem?” I queried, amused as the Slave tried not to scowl at me.

Caitlin shrugged.

“His actual name is James, but I refuse to call ‘Jamie’ like he’s an errant dog,” Caitlin remarked. “Jem is suitably short and sharp, don’t you think?”

I nodded thoughtfully. Caitlin’s eyes wandered absently over to Davey, flicking predatorially over him like a lioness who has just eaten a magnificent dinner, but all the same is wondering if she has room for seconds. I looped my arm firmly around Davey’s waist.

“I see you have your own now,” Caitlin remarked. “Where did you pick him up?”

I smiled coyly.

“That would be telling,” I remarked. “Caitlin, this is my sweet little sub Davey. Davey, this is Mistress Caitlin. Where I play at being a domme, she is the professional.”

David shifted slightly closer as Caitlin scrutinised him.

“He’s a bit skinny, isn’t he?” Caitlin remarked absently.

“Not all of us like bodybuilders Caitlin,” I remarked amusedly. “He’s perfectly formed for my purposes.”

I stroked David’s stomach soothingly as I said this. Caitlin shrugged, suddenly uninterested, looking back, business like, at me.

“Can I interest you in dinner?” She asked. “I have a table booked at Le Rue Morgue, and I always find eating alone so sad.”

I snorted.

“I somehow doubt you’d have problems finding company,” I remarked, nodding to a few men nearby who were openly gawping at Caitlin in her tight red dress.

Caitlin looked at them, giving them a precise once over, then snorted disparagingly.

“None of them would last more than 3 minutes,” She remarked, then paused, looking back, head on one side. “The tall one might manage 6.”

The men, clearly horrified at being looked at like hanks of meat, were sidling awkwardly away. Caitlin looked back, giving me a sly little smile.

“So, dinner?” She asked brightly.

I paused, then shrugged.

“I have no other plans.”

“Excellent,” She calmly looped her arm through mine and tugged on Jem’s lead. “Come along Jem.”

David looked awkwardly at me and I nodded, keeping a tight grip on his lead. He fell in behind me, giving the tethered Jem a look I found hard to decipher through his hood. Was it horror… or envy?

Caitlin strutted through bondcon, still drawing stares even though the crush had faded somewhat, every-one filtering off into restaurants before the evening resurgence.

“Do you have tickets for an event this evening?” Caitlin asked casually, pausing to admire a rack of whips, then continuing.

“No,” I replied. “My plans mostly resolved around peeling my slave out of his coverings and… taking things from there.”

Caitlin looked at me sideways.

“You don’t have sex with him?” She asked, amused.

“Oh yeah,” I replied, grinning in return. “Sometimes 3 times a day.”

She tutted, but smiled back.

“If you keep pleasuring him like that, you’ll never maintain a consistent level of discipline,” She teased.

“I don’t know,” I gave David a sly look. “I don’t get any complaints.”

“Neither do I darling, that’s the wonderful thing about gags,” Caitlin remarked dryly.

We’d crossed the bondcon foyer and passed out of the front doors. David froze slightly, but followed as we stepped out onto the pavement, then crossed the road to Le Rue Morgue. It was an understated looking restaurant with thick red curtains beyond the glass front doors. A neat greeter in a black velvet suit appeared instantly at Caitlin’s elbow as we entered.

“Mistress Caitlin,” He said in smooth, melodic tones. “Your table is prepared.”

“Ensure it’s set for two, this lady is my guest,” Caitlin commanded.

“Of course,” He said calmly. “If you would allow me to escort you?”

He led us into the restaurant. It was full of discreet little booths, and ornate tables, each a little wonderland of its own. At one table a pair of men in neat suits sat in deep discussion while their mummified companions writhed on the seats next to them, in another, a woman sat calmly flicking through her tablet, alternatively picking at her ravioli and glaring at the 3 jostling subs at her feet, all staring adoringly at her.

The greeter led us up a set of stairs into what, for all the world, looked like an opera box, plush seats keeping us relatively concealed, while allowing us to gaze out through the gilded wood at the other patrons. Caitlin immediately dropped into a seat, then clicked imperiously at Jem. Jem gave a slight sigh, then started to awkwardly kneel down, manoeuvring with surprising skill on his chained heels. He knelt down next to the table, and she looped his lead over a brass hook on the table, before leaning over to pull some straps from the floor, strapping them firmly around his ankles, keeping him locked in a kneeling position on the floor by her side. I slid into my own seat, then looked at David. He gave me a nervous look, and I nodded. He carefully knelt down too, and I strapped him in too.

Caitlin looked out over the restaurant and I turned to see what she was looking at. In the centre of the room was a dais, clearly a stage, and as I watched, a rather attractive bunch of young people in an array of fetish gear was setting up.

“You should see the show on Thursdays,” Caitlin remarked. “They have the most glorious acrobat. I would love to test just how flexible she really is.”

I smiled despite myself. Caitlin kicked off her heels with a sigh of satisfaction, then pulled the menus from the holder, handing one to me.

“I do recommend the seafood platter,” She remarked. “It really is to die for.”

After 5 minutes perusing the menus, the greeter reappeared to take our orders, and then tactfully withdrew.

“Oh, friendly warning,” Caitlin remarked. “The Raven was asking me about my system and whether you would be interested in doing the security for his little exhibition this year. I did explain to you that you only do personal security systems, but just to let you know.”

“He’s been in contact,” I replied. “I explained the same thing, but explained that the company I work for would be happy to help. I did help him with some upgrades for his home though.”

I stroked David’s head absently as I spoke. He was knelt facing Jem, and I could almost feel his nerves jangling from where I was sat. He leant into me automatically, his head against my thigh. I couldn’t help noticing the different stance Jem had. Where David was leant into me for comfort, Jem was sat bolt upright, glancing periodically at Caitlin, who was completely ignoring him. Caitlin shrugged.

“I see you took my advice and went for platinum membership this year,” Caitlin remarked. “The perks really are sublime, aren’t they?”

“I see you didn’t,” I nodded to her bracelet. “I don’t recognise the design.”

“Oh. I’m on the payroll this year,” Caitlin remarked. “All the private sessions in the world won’t cover the adaptions I want to make to my dungeons. I’m one of the Punishment team this year; it’s a lot of work, but it does have its advantages.”

She glanced up as our waitress entered. The beautiful oriental girl was strapped up tightly in a tight latex outfit that vaguely resembled a diner waitress’ dress, only this was the upmarket, streamlined… kinky version. The dark red latex was skin tight, her arms in a snug armbinder behind her back. Caitlin’s dinner was balanced on the tray hanging from the tight collar around her neck, the tray attached to her belt jutting out at waist level. Bending her knees in a practised manoeuvre, she set the tray on the top of the table. Caitlin leaned over and took her steak and glass of wine from the tray.

“They do have such a wonderful array of meat here,” She remarked. “And so well presented.”

I was about to ask her whether she meant the girl or the steak before the second waiter arrived, a gorgeous young man with brilliant blonde hair in a likewise skin-tight latex outfit, a tray hanging from his own neck. I took my own meal and drink, eyeing him up. Both he and the girl were both balancing in impossibly tall ballet boots with their arms belted tightly behind them to make the job all the more difficult. The huge ball gags strapped into their mouths was the perfect final flourish to their outfits.

“It’s an instant barring offence to intentionally trip the wait-staff,” Caitlin remarked helpfully. “Just for your information.”

“I can see why,” I took a sip of my drink. “It looks delicious.”

“And the food’s not bad either,” she said with a wink.

As the waiters left, the greeter returned carrying a low table. He set this calmly between Jem and Davey, then stepped back, clearly waiting. The waiter reappeared, a pair of steaming bowls on his tray. The greeter set these on the table between the subs, then bowed low to both of us before withdrawing. Caitlin leant over and calmly unzipped the hood over Jem’s lips.

“Don’t make a mess,” She commanded.

Jem leant over and, as if he was very used to this kind of thing, started eat the substance in the bowl, which looked like plain white rice. I shrugged and removed the gag from David’s head.

“You heard the lady,” I said, giving him a final pat on the head.

David looked up at me, then at Jem, then, cautiously, started to eat as well. I wasn’t surprised that this was Caitlin’s favourite restaurant. It was almost tailor-made for her. From the waiters to the stage in the centre of the room, which had a constant repertoire of acts to entertain the doms and subs present. A rather buff young man in a skin-tight costume belted out a fantastic rendition of Genesis’ Congo, the lyrics taking on a rather different context in the current soundings.

“Got to give it to the man, he has a fine pair of lungs,” I remarked.

“Well, I know of a local sound-proof dungeon if you really want to test them?” Caitlin remarked, only half-joking.

I smiled and waved that away. The meal was fantastic, I had to admit, but there was a slight aftertaste that I couldn’t shake off – my Dad had always told me that there was no such thing as a free meal, but if there was, Caitlin was definitely not the girl to be providing it. Finishing up my dinner, I pushed the plate away from me and fixed her with a steady look.

“So, what do you want Caitlin?”

“Well, I am always partial to the chocolate soufflé here,” She remarked, then smiled at my reproving look. “Maybe this is just a thank you for the stirling work you did on my house?”

I snorted.

“I think your original thank you more than covered that,” I remarked. “Come on Caitlin, nothing ever comes free with you.”

Caitlin shrugged.

“I wasn’t about to ruin a perfectly good meal by talking shop,” She remarked calmly. “But if you’re going to push me… As I mentioned, I’m on the payroll this year as a Punisher, in fact, I’m the lead for the nightly Punishment shows? You must have attended one last year – where we give any trouble makers exactly what they were asking for. The first day of the convention is usually full of overexcited people getting a touch handsy so we have a glut of people to use as examples, but today, it’s been a bit dry.”

I gave her a long look, that very definitely bad taste in my mouth now.

“I’m not liking where this is going Caitlin,” I observed coldly.

Caitlin leant forwards, looking intently at me.

“I have a slot on the punishment show tonight and we don’t have enough subs to make the show worth the extraordinary price people have paid to get tickets,” She remarked calmly. “Thing is, there are 3 girls currently sat in the Enforcer’s Cage…”

“No.”

“If you could just see your way clear to unbooking them…”

“No Caitlin.”

Caitlin looked at me.

“I know they went after your slave,” Caitlin stated. “And I’d be livid too in your situation. Hell, I would have beat them black and blue, but do you really think that booking them is the right way to handle this?”

“Yes.”

Caitlin paused, clearly not expecting that response. She took a moment to remodulate her plan of attack, then met my eyes steadily.

“Eliza, how good a domme am I?” She demanded.

“Second to none,” I admitted.

“Do you really think that I can’t make them pay for every second of pain that they caused your sub?” She asked crisply. “Am I insufficiently evil?”

“No, you’re more than sufficiently evil,” I admitted. “But one evening of humiliation is not enough.”

Caitlin paused.

“What about every evening of Bondcon?” She suggested. “I’ll make them a regular feature.”

I sat back. 4 evenings of punishment at Caitlin’s hands… their precious bondcon tickets wasted… She nodded approvingly at my slight smile.

“And I’d be able to get you ringside seats tonight so you can see it all up close and personal.” She glanced at David, then back at me. “Wouldn’t he feel safer knowing that his abductors got their just desserts?”

I glanced at David, then back at Caitlin.

“Pretty sure he’d rather have a quiet night in,” I remarked wryly.

“But then, unfortunately for him, you’re the mistress,” Caitlin remarked. “You would have the undying thanks of the Bondcon Organisers, not to mention I would consider it a personal favour.”

I whistled.

“A favour from the Premier Domme herself? Now that is hard to turn down,” I pondered a little longer, then nodded, blowing out a long sigh. “Fine. You can unbook them with my permission.”

I fixed her with a long look.

“Give them all shades of hell Caitlin.”

She grinned, and I saw the devil stir behind her eyes.

“It’ll be an absolute pleasure,” She breathed, then gave a more genuine smile, holding the desert menu out to me. “Pudding?”