The Bondage Club · Part 1

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Marcy and I were on holiday in Brisbane. It was winter break, and one of the best times of the year to enjoy a visit. My name is Janet. — Janet and Marcy! We are lovers, but we go both ways, as long as we’re together. Neither of us is dom or sub, although I’m probably more of a sub than she is. But we’re both Bi, and it doesn’t bother us, knowing we can enjoy sex together, as well as with men. I guess that’s a strange relationship, but for us, it works!

I have to remind you that the seasons are backwards below the equator, and our winter in North America, is summer time in Australia. It takes a bit of adjustment to deal with Christmas in the Summer, but overall, it’s not much different than ours. Anyway, we were staying at the Albert Park Hotel, just a stone’s throw from Brisbane’s downtown, but close enough to the Brisbane River that we could enjoy the various river boats and buff Aussie men, sailing in their boats. It was an idyllic place, even though the city, the Capital of Queensland, was one of the fastest growing cities in all of Australia. We looked forward to riding the tourist ferryboat, seeing the city from the river.

Marcy is an airline hostess, and through her employer, got us free round-trip tickets from San Francisco, where we lived and worked. I was a clerk at the rental car agency in the airport — that’s where Marcy and I met. It was over a spilled cup of coffee, but that’s not important to my story. But we formed a fast, and lasting, friendship – almost as if we were sisters.

We usually only got to see each other when she had a layover, and I eventually talked her into giving up her apartment, and moving in with me. Since she would only be there part-time, it would be no imposition, and would give her a chance to save up some more money for her college education. And, I thought, it would help with the rent on my own place. We started sleeping in the same bed after only a few days. She had just returned from her flight from Hawaii, and was dog tired. She fell asleep quickly.

I tried to be quiet, to let her sleep. When bedtime rolled around, I snuck into the bedroom, took a nightgown out of my dresser drawer, and went into the bathroom to change. When I came out of the bathroom, Marcy was awake. When she saw me, she raised the blanket and beckoned to me to join her. She was nude! I had never been with a naked woman before, but the thought excited me. I quickly pulled off my nightgown, and crawled into bed beside her. She smiled at me. I’ll never forget what happened next…..

As I settled down close to her, she reached out and felt my breast! It thrilled me! No woman had ever touched my breast, except the female doctor that taught me how to give myself a breast exam every month. But this was different! As I looked into her eyes, and felt her squeezing my breast, I melted into her arms. I closed my eyes, and we kissed! That did it for me! I accepted her attention, and became a Bi Lesbian. I WANTED her to touch me, and make love to me!

When we had the chance to holiday in Australia, virtually free of charge, it was too much to resist. It was a long flight to Brisbane, but we were looking forward to sunning our bodies on the man-made Kodak Beach. Anything to get out of the San Francisco winter weather where it was cold and rainy. We did all the normal things, arriving at Brisbane International, going through Customs, picking up our luggage, checking into our hotel, and surrendering our passports to the desk clerk But Saturday night was coming up, and we were both looking forward to it!

On Saturday night, we had gone out, specifically trolling for some Aussie men. We hit some of the nightclubs in Paddington, on the northwest side of Brisbane, and ended up in a little bar called ‘Pete’s’. We found what we were looking for! There was a party of three buff mates, who were also looking for a date. When they found us, and we found them, we connected! I figured that nothing would happen that we couldn’t handle, because there were three of them, and if anything did happen, there would always be one of them that could look out for the rest of us. I was thinking of safety in numbers. But the male mind doesn’t work that way …..

We were having a grand old time. We danced with them, and had a few beers. Marcy and I liked the taste of Foster’s Lager. One of the men slipped something in our beer, and Marcy passed out, first.…. I was close behind!

When I woke up, it was day. I could see the sun was shining. I was in the back of a Van, and it was driving somewhere. Marcy wasn’t with me. The sunlight was flickering in my eyes, through the leaves of the trees, and I guessed that we were traveling East. I say I was in the back of a Van….. That’s only part of the story. I was also naked except for my panties, was tied, hand and foot, and gagged. I lay on the floor, in front of the back seat, and my head hurt, probably from the effects of whatever it was they put in our drinks. I couldn’t even move, because Steve’s foot was holding me down to the floor, and Tom was driving the Van.

I tried to scream, but all that came out was a pitiful little whine! – “Mmmmfff!”

More noise came out of my nose, than my mouth! I began to cry. I figured I was going to be raped!!! And worse, I didn’t know where Marcy was, or what was happening to her! I tried to squirm around, to see if I could get loose, and tried to yell at Steve through my gag. But all that came out were unintelligent sounds.

I struggled harder, and Steve told me to “Calm Down!”

That caused me to struggle even harder!!!

I was calling him everything I could think of – but nothing but noise was coming of my nose and gagged mouth!

“Calm down”, Steve repeated. “If you don’t calm down, I’m going to have to put you to sleep again!”

I knew that he had drugged us, and wouldn’t hesitate to do so again, so I tried to contain myself, and stop struggling and remain quiet.

“Good choice”, he said!

Even though I was tied and gagged, I could see giant fig trees lined the streets, through the Van window. I knew I was being taken to ‘The Valley’ on the northeast end of the city. And being tied and gagged, I couldn’t protest! I had been making so much noise, and thrashing around, that he took the gag out of my mouth to hear what all the noise was about.

“What are you going to do with me?”, I cried, hysterically.

“WITH you, nothing!”, he said….. “But TO you, a whole lot!!!”

I knew that I was in for it! It was just the way he said it.

“Where’s my friend, Marcy”, I demanded, as I tried to struggle free.

“She’s being well taken care of”, he said. “So just relax – you aren’t going anywhere!”

With that, he pushed the gag back into my mouth, and I was silenced again.

I’d heard stories about women being kidnapped and sold into sex slavery. The same stories were told about Chinatown in San Francisco – how women were kidnapped, put in boxes, and shipped to China, where they were forced to work in brothels. Such stories were probably told near any city in the world that had a Chinatown – except in China, of course, where they were probably told about being sold into slavery in the whorehouses of Nevada! But those were only stories, I thought. No one had ever really been kidnapped. But the thought nagged at me! Was it for real???

I wanted to ask what was happening – and what was happening to Marcy. Eventually, I found out! It was a bondage club!!! They kidnapped young women, and tied them up for the pleasure of their members who liked to take pictures of helpless women, bound and gagged, and suffering other tortures. But I don’t want to talk about that — I don’t even want to THINK about it! But I knew that Marcy and I would probably never use the return portion of our round-trip tickets, back to San Francisco.

After a while, I could see we were driving through a business district – there were no more trees lining the street. And I could see signs written in Chinese. I figured we were in the Chinatown District of The Valley. It was much like the Chinatown in San Francisco, and I could hear firecrackers going off in the distance. Must be some kind of Chinese celebration, I thought. But that’s the least of my worries. I wondered how I was going to get out of this. I knew a few jujitsu moves from the self-defense classes they gave at the Airport. But I would be no match for a real jujitsu Master – or even a Student! And I would be putty in the hands of any student of any of the other martial arts. The moves I remembered were all defensive moves – designed to ward off an attacker. But not when you were tied and gagged!!! So that was out. Maybe I could hurt someone, but at what cost?

The greatest fear a woman has, is not about being raped or killed – her biggest fear is about the unknown! Not knowing what was going to happen to her. And I didn’t know what was going to happen to me, or to Marcy! But I was soon to find out!!!

It was three days later that Tom came to see me without Steve tagging along. I thought Tom was the better looking man of the two, and under other circumstances, would have been willing to go to bed with him. I had been chained to the bed for the entire time, but had been taken to the bathroom every two hours, by a small oriental woman. She brought me food and drink, and took care of my physical needs. But I was never freed. I always wore the handcuffs behind my back. Yelling for help would have done no good, I was being held in a cement office building, in the soundproofed basement. This time, I was alone with Tom. I didn’t know what to expect as he gently removed my gag, and told me to be quiet and he’d tell me what was going on. He seemed like he wasn’t going to hurt me, and I obeyed.

“This is a bondage club”, he said. “You were selected to become a model. If you cooperate, you’ll only have to spend a year here, and will receive a generous cash settlement when you leave. We’ll pay you well for your time here. If you don’t cooperate, we’ll make you. We’ll force you to cooperate, and your ‘sentence’ will be much longer!”

“Sentence?”, I asked. “What sentence?”

“You have been sentenced by the bondage club to spend a year with us”, he said. But if you cooperate, I promise you that you won’t be hurt. No rape – no punishment – and your life will be pleasant.”

I didn’t want to think about what the alternatives were!

“Selected by whom???”, I asked.

“You were selected by one of our members who works at the hotel, and had access to your records. He had your photograph from your passport, and within hours had your complete credit report. By the next morning, one of our contacts in San Francisco had learned more about you….. Your lifestyle with Marcy, your job, even how many traffic tickets you had! He was very productive, and your life was like an open book. That’s why you were both kidnapped together, instead of you alone. We weren’t as interested in Marcy, but she was like an extra prize in a box of Cracker-Jacks.”

I blushed at the thought.

“But how did you find me on Saturday night?”, I asked.

“You were followed – from the time you left the hotel, until the time we picked you up at Pete’s Bar. You really shouldn’t go out like that, looking for dates.”

“I won’t ever do that again”, I said.

“I’m sure….”, he replied.

“For the first week, or so…”, he continued, “you’ll be kept chained and gagged, to make sure you don’t try to escape. Also, we want to be sure of your attitude, one way or the other. Later on, you’ll only wear chains or be bound when our guests are photographing you. You’ll be our prisoner, of course, but as long as you do what you’re told to do, nobody will hurt you.”

“Is that a promise?”, I asked.

“Yes”, he said. “I promise that you won’t be hurt or raped if you cooperate.”

“How much will I get when you release me?”, I asked.

“Enough so that you’ll be a rich woman”, he said.

“But won’t they miss us at the hotel?”, I asked.

“No”, he said. “You both checked out on Sunday morning, and we have your passports! Then you just disappeared. There will be the record of a bus trip to Sydney, and that’s it, until you go back home.”

It seemed as if they had covered all the bases. Tom told me to think it over, and replaced my gag. He unlocked the chain that had held me to the bed, and put a pair of leg cuffs on my ankles. The cuffs were held together by a short chain. He explained that I would be able to walk – to take short steps – but the chain would prevent me from running, or trying to escape while I made my decision. I watched him as he snapped the cuffs around my ankles, and felt the cold steel against my skin.

He locked another chain around my waist. – He called it a ‘belly chain’. It had two handcuffs at the waist, one on either side of my body, and a padlock held it around my waist. Once it was in place, he removed the handcuffs that had held my hands behind my back, and secured them at my waist. It was more comfortable – at least it didn’t hurt. The oriental woman brought another pillow over to the bed, and placing it behind my back, urging me to lie back. I followed her instruction, and lay back. The pillow supported my back, and allowed my arms to hang behind me, without any pain.

“Oh, by the way”, he said, “this is your bondage mistress. She’ll care for you as long as you’re here…..”

I nodded my head to her, and accepted her assistance.

“Very good”, Tom said. “You’re being a good girl. You’ll get a reward for that!”

I had no idea what he had in mind, but at least I had more relative freedom. I could get up out of bed when I needed to, and make my way to the bathroom. And the oriental woman was always there to wash and wipe me.

It was another three days before I saw Marcy again, she was hanging a couple of feet off the floor! She was tied, blindfolded, and gagged, and she was crying into her gag. I knew it was Marcy because without her panties, I could plainly see the tattoo on her lower belly, which normally hid underneath them. It was a tatt of a Teddy Bear, that she had got when she was younger. I flashed on how much I liked it, the first time I ate her pussy! We slept together nude, and I’d had ample opportunity to enjoy sucking her breasts and clit! She always washed it for me. Her bush smelled good after washing, and her vagina tasted sweet, as fresh as her skin. I liked pressing my face between her legs. She liked mine too, but no more than I!

Her body, except for her head, was completely wrapped tightly in clear plastic so they could see her naked body under the plastic. Her pussy had been shaved clean. I knew that with the tight plastic compressing her breasts and chest, she would be having trouble breathing. She was held off the floor by a chain, which had been wrapped around her body, just below her breasts! She couldn’t do more than cry and twitch. Blindfolded, she couldn’t see me. She was wearing a pair of headphones, and they were playing loud rock music – I could hear it from the door. Obviously, it was meant to keep her from hearing anything else that was happening in the room while she was suspended. There were two men, photographing her.

I felt for her. She was completely cut off from the world, and I knew she was nearly out of her mind with fear of what was going to happen to her. I wondered it she had been thinking of me!

“You have a choice”, Steve said. “Cooperate, or join her!”

He gave me a moment to look at Marcy, and make my decision.

“Mmmmf”, I managed.

“Are you going to cooperate?”, he asked.

I nodded my head, and repeated, “Mmmmf!”

“Good choice”, he said. “Marcy didn’t want to cooperate! But she’ll come around!!!”

She should have, I thought to myself. It won’t be THAT bad!!! I was afraid – but they had promised not to hurt me if I cooperated. I didn’t know whether I should trust them or not, but I didn’t have any options – I’d rather be their bondage model, than be tortured.

I was sad for Marcy on the day I left. She had never fully cooperated, and still had three more years to go on her ‘sentence’. They just kept adding time, every time she refused to cooperate. I tried to convince her that she’d be better off doing what they wanted, but she was defiant about resisting them, and I knew it would cost her a major portion of her life. I didn’t know she WANTED it that way! She was more sub than I was!!!

Poor Marcy, I thought, as Tom was driving me to the airport. I had a Letter of Credit from the Bank of Australia in my purse, along with my passport. The letter was for a million dollars – and she had three more years of pain and torment. The difference was that I had cooperated, and she had not. A Million Dollars! I thought about it, and Tom had been right. I was well paid for being a bondage model for a year. When I invested the money, I would be getting over a hundred thousand dollars a year in interest alone! That came out to more than Twelve Thousand Dollars a month in income. – Three Thousand dollars a week, or Five Hundred dollars a day. — A lot of money for what had happened to me.

I could have anything I wanted, and money or credit would be of little concern Meanwhile, Marcy had only her chains and strict bondage to look forward to. I had tried to convince her to submit – but she wouldn’t.

I remembered my test. It was three weeks since we had arrived at the Bondage Club, and I had submitted to being one of their bondage models. But I was still kept in chains. Most of the time it was the simple belly chain and leg cuffs, and I was seldom gagged unless they wanted to photog

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