Kendall followed Mistress Amanda out of the dressing room and down a hall towards a door at the end. Just before entering the main room of the club Amanda turned towards her and said, “There’s some rules you need to follow as of this moment to act as my slave; First off I’m your Mistress. You will obey all my orders or you will be punished. When you are not gagged you are not to speak unless spoken to and you will refer to all Doms as Master or Mistress depending upon gender. You will always walk behind me and when I’m seated you will kneel on the floor by my feet. You will always keep your gazed lowered. You will speak only when spoken to. Understand?”
Kendall did her best to nod her head.
Amanda turned and walked through the doorway and into the club. The leash pulled tight and Kendall stumbled in after her.
The place was dark with low level lighting. There was a bar, a dance floor and a stage. It was like most places other then the clientele. That’s where the difference lay. The members and guest were all into the BDSM scene. Some as subs and others as Doms while some switched hit.
As they walked through the club Kendall tried to look for sister Kim. Mostly what she saw was members dressed out bound in leather or latex. They passed one table where Kendall recognized the man sitting there as a famous rock star. Next to his table were two girls, nude except for their bonds. A collar, arm binders, ballet booties and a full cover discipline helmets with no eyes, ears or mouth holes. Each was bent over at the waist with their collars chains down to rings on the table. The rock star had his hand playing with one of the girl’s exposed pussy while he talked with another man Kendall did not know.
Amanda walked all over the club with Kendall in tow. She shuffled along the best she could atop the ballet boots. Many times her leash was tugged and she stumbled forward trying to keep up. Once Amanda stopped short to speak with someone and not noticing, Kendall hobbled into the back of her. Amanda turned to look at her over her shoulder and said in a low mean voice, “You will pay for that later bitch.”
Not knowing what she meant by that, but the way she said it scared the hell out of Kendall.
After awhile they came to Mistress’ reserved table. “Let’s get you settled and then we can relax and have a drink.” She said and lead Kendall to the side of her chair to what looked like a half of a wooden barrel laid on its side and mounted to the floor. Amanda moved her over to it and undid the hobble chain between her knees.
Reaching between Kendall’s legs she undid the strap between her legs and unzipped that part of the cat suit exposing Kendall’s pussy. Pressing down on her shoulders Amanda forced Kendall to straddle the half barrel on her knees while her ankles, still hobbled together were forced to sit on top behind her. To keep her from falling forward there was a pole standing straight behind the barrel. To this Amanda affixed a chain from the pole to the back of Kendall’s collar. Though still tilting forward, it kept Kendall from falling forward. Her position left her pussy pressed upon a rubber knobby surface.
“There, I hope you’re comfortable on the Sybian. From there you’ll be able to see most of the club and anyone who approaches the table to look for your sister.”
Kendall could only moan in reply.
“Oh, I almost forgot. We don’t want you to get bored just sitting there so let’s provide you with a little entertainment, shall we?” Amanda picked up a small box with wires connected to the Sybian, flicked a switch and turned the knob to low. The Sybian came to life and the rubber knobby surface began to vibrate against Kendall’s pussy getting the teen excited and wet, but not strong enough to take her over the edge and cum. Kendall moaned in frustration.
Several people made their way over to Amanda’s table to say hello and to pay their respects. Though Kendall got some glances she was mostly ignored. Then a waitress appeared next to the table. Her bondage was a strict as Kendall’s if not more so. Her arms where encased in a red and black leather arm binder. A red & black under bra corset restricted her waist and left her bare breasts naked and exposed. Black leather ballet boots adorned her feet and legs. A short hobble chain connected her ankles while a short metal spreader bar kept her knees separated. A leather strap cleaved her pussy and buttocks where Kendall could see the outer edges of two large dildos shoved up into her sex and ass both held in place by the leather strap. What she did not know was that both dildos were alive, vibrating inside the girl. A black leather discipline helmet covered her face. The leather strap cleaving her sex was attached to the top of the leather helmet in back, forcing her to keep her head pulled back up against a stiff red & black leather posture collar she wore. She had eye holes on the leather helmet which allowed her to follow a guide marked on the ceiling so she can find her way around the club in order to serve it’s patrons.
Kendall saw that the worst part of the waitress’ outfit was the serving tray. The metal tray was strapped around her waist in front of her. On each forward corner of the tray was a thin chain each which was pulled tightly and connected to rings inserted in the woman’s nipples which in turn stretched them forward.
Mistress Amanda waited several minutes before ordering. “I’ll have a glass of raspberry Merlot and a pint of cum for my new slave.” She said as she patted Kendall on the head.
The waitress turned and left only to return five minutes later with a glass of wine and a plastic bag with a milky substance on her serving tray.
Mistress Amanda took the both off of the tray and laid them on the table. “You’re dismissed.” She said to the waitress who turned and left again.
She took a sip of wine and licked her lips. Then looking at Kendall she said, “You must be thirsty by now. Well I got a nice bag of warmed up cum for you to enjoy. Its full of protein.”
She hung the bag on the pole behind Kendall but above her head. Taking a plastic tube she attached it to a small knob protruding in front of her face mask and then the other end to the bag of cum. “Now you just suck on that nice cock in your mouth and you will get your nourishment. But I want to encourage you to drink up the whole pint, so……” And as she spoke she tugged on Kendall’s exposed nipples and without warning attached a metal nipple clamp to first the right and a then second clamp to the left nipple. Tears filled Kendall’s brown eyes from the pain. Next a half pound weight was added to each nipple. “Every ten minutes I will add another weight until you have completely sucked that bag of cum dry. Your training starts now!”
Kendall closed her tearful eyes and began to suck. Slowly, the milky liquid flowed from the bag through the tube, into the cock gag and into her mouth where she was forced to swallow the warm salty tasting cum into her gullet. By the time she had sucked the bag dry Mistress Amanda was on her second glass of wine and Kendall had a pound and a half of weights hanging from each of her nipple clamps. Though Amanda had removed the bag tube from her mask, she left the nipple clamps and weights in place as she over saw the activities of her fetish club.
For then next couple of hours Kendall knelt in place over the Sybian humming into her wet puss. Her arms bound tightly behind her back with her shoulders aching in pain. Feet crammed into ballet boots with her calves sore from cramping up. Her jaw sore from being stretched open over the cock gag in her mouth. Her nipples stretched downward by weight bearing nipple clamps. Her eye red and puffy from constant crying wondering what had she gotten herself into and would she ever be set free?