The Bondage Club · Part 2 (2/2)
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raph me. One day I asked Tom how I could gain more freedom – how I could be released from my constant bondage. I didn’t mind the bondage when they were photographing me, but they didn’t take pictures of me 24 hours a day.
“You have to prove yourself”, he said.
“How can I do that?”, I asked.
“There is only one way”, he said.
“I’ll do whatever is asked of me”, I replied. I had accepted my role as a bondage model.
“We’ll see”, he said. “There is an American Congressman coming tomorrow. He wants to use his new Japanese Camera, and has selected you and Marcy to be his subjects.”
“I’ll do whatever is asked of me”, I repeated….. “But Marcy won’t cooperate.” I knew she would still resist!
“What the Congressman has asked for, she won’t have to”, he said. “This can be a test for you both.”
The next day, Tom released me from my chains and took me to the “studio”, where club members could photograph me. I was still guarded by the oriental woman. She was my Bondage Mistress, and would be with me as long as I was their prisoner. There was no chance of escape. I knew and accepted it. I was placed on a foot-high pedestal, and told to wait. Meanwhile, there were already six club members there, taking pictures of me, nude. I couldn’t tell which one might be the Congressman – they all wore a black mask. I quickly slipped into my bondage character, and began posing for them in various positions.
A moment later, Marcy was dragged into the room. She was gagged, and her hands were pulled back behind her head and tied to her neck. She was also nude. But having her arms go up over her head, and her hands drawn down behind her head, made her breasts stick out provocatively. Had we been home, I would have loved to suck on her ample breasts. Her eyes widened when she saw me. Her eyes were her only method of communication.
She was pushed over to the pedestal, and forced to get up on it in front of me. She was forced to kneel, and as soon as she was on her knees, her ankles were secured together with a leather strap. I looked into her eyes I wanted to hold her, and comfort her. I wanted to try to convince her to cooperate with them, and we’d get through this. I leaned forward, and told her once again, that she had to cooperate with them.
“Now, Janet”, someone said, “Take her in your arms, and hold her.”
I was already kneeling, and shuffled forward to get closer. I reached out to hold her, as I had many times before.
“Closer, please”, the voice said.
I shuffled closer to her still, and our breasts touched. I had a flash of memory of just how good that felt!
“Now pull her closer to yourself and hold her tightly”, the voice said. I guessed the voice was coming from the Congressman who had set up this scenario.
“Get as close to her as you can, and let her head fall onto your shoulder.”
I pulled Marcy close to me, and her hair brushed against my chest.
“No, no”, he said. “Put your head on the other side, so you can face the camera. We don’t need to see her face right now.”
Click, click went a half dozen cameras as I obeyed. I shifted my body so that my face was in front of the cameras, and her head was on my hidden shoulder, more or less. Her arm was a bit in the way. I turned my face to the camera, and smiled.
“That’s it! That’s good!”, he said, and I heard the cameras clicking away.
I was holding Marcy, and it felt good again, even if she was an unwilling participant.
I heard her whimpering in my ear.
“Don’t fight it, Marcy”, I whispered. “Relax! I won’t hurt you!”
I heard a sound that I can only describe as a whimper of relief, and pleasure at being held. Tom was standing nearby, and I asked him if her gag could be removed.
“It will cost you another month”, he said.
I knew the rules – they had been explained to me. Each time I asserted myself, or asked for a special favor, it would cost me a month of my life – a month more on my bondage sentence. But I wanted to comfort Marcy, and give her some relief, and knowledge that I cared about her.
I nodded my head in agreement, accepting the extension of my sentence. Tom nodded his head to her bondage master – the woman that cared for her – who reached up behind Marcy’s head and unbuckled the strap that held her gag in place. The woman pulled the gag out of Marcy’s mouth, and I heard the cameras clicking again. The club members were free to walk around the pedestal, and photograph us from any angle they wished. One of them even took a picture of Marcy’s ass!
“I love you, Janet”, she said. “I’m so glad to see you, again.”
“Shhh”, I whispered… “Go with the flow. We’ll get through this.”
Just then a masked man came into the studio. He was wearing only a black leather jock strap to hide his package, boots, and a leather hood to hide his face. The worst part, was that he was holding a long riding crop, and I knew that he was going to beat us – or at least look like he was going to beat us!
“Now hold Marcy tightly”, the voice said, “and pull her to your breast. I want to see your belly’s touching.”
I shuffled my knees again, and pulled her tightly against my body, pressing her breasts into mine and touching bellies. It seemed so familiar!
“Good!”, he said, and the cameras started clicking again.
Marcy screamed into my ear, and her body jerked, as the hooded man brought the riding crop down on her tender flesh.
Click Click, Click, went the cameras. And I knew they were taking pictures of Marcy being punished while I held her immovable.
We both cried!
Click, Click, Click!!!
When it was over, my bondage mistress chained me again, and took me back to my room. Marcy’s bondage mistress took her back to her cage in the Isolation Area. Two men nearly had to carry her, she was in so much pain after the beating. I knew she would have ugly welts on her buttocks for weeks! Her screams had nearly driven me out of my mind. I didn’t want to see her punished, but I had to cooperate, for my own safety, and I had followed their directions as I held her for her beating!
Tom followed us to my cell, which, by comparison, was luxurious. At least I had a bed to sleep on instead of a mattress on the floor. And I had a bathroom – Marcy had to pee in a bucket. I was really sorry for her, and couldn’t figure out why she resisted so much. She knew that she would be punished until she cooperated. She had been given the same rules to follow that I had, but she wasn’t having any part of it! After my Mistress put my pillow behind my back, I laid back. She covered me with a blanket, and tucked me in. Tom sat on the edge of the bed. He reached up and stroked my hair.
“You have one more test”, Tom said.
“What is it?”, I asked.
“I’ll tell you in the morning”, he said.
As I slept, I dreamed of being unbound. Maybe tomorrow would be the day…..
In the morning, Tom brought my breakfast on a tray. He unlocked the handcuffs on my belly chain so I could eat. He told me how beautiful I was, and how I had done a very good job, the day before. I basked in his praise, and waited for him to tell me. I hadn’t forgotten, he was going to tell me how I could be released from my personal bondage. Being in bondage for photographs was one thing, but being in bondage all the time was something else. As I finished breakfast, he brought up the subject. I was anxious to hear what my final test was going to be.
“You’re going to have to give a man a blowjob”, he said. “But this will be no ordinary blowjob – nothing like anything you’ve given before.”
A tingle flashed up my spine, and I knew I was getting excited at the thought. I knew how to give a blowjob, of course. I’d had men’s penises in my mouth before, and it would be nothing knew to me. Why the big deal, I wondered.
“Your only bondage”, he continued, “will be having your hands tied behind your back, while you do it.”
That won’t be any big deal, I thought! After being chained for several weeks, having my hands tied behind my back, would be a piece of cake.
“In order to make the most of your time”, he said, “The man will take Viagra before you do it, and you’ll have to hold him in your mouth while our club members take pictures.
Oh, no – not Viagra again, I thought. I’d been with men before who had taken Viagra, and it was always a long, hard fuck. The only good part, was that it gave me orgasm after orgasm, if he was any good with his tool, at all. Personally, I could take it or leave it. But for photographs, I knew it would take longer than the few minutes it normally took – and with Viagra involved, it would probably take much longer.
My suspicion was confirmed, when Tom told me that I would have to hold the man’s penis in my mouth for an extended period of time, and wouldn’t be allowed to let it out until he came. They wanted to capture his sperm dripping out of mouth and down my chin, and the only way to get it realistically on film, would be to have me really giving a blowjob, with enthusiasm. And after he came, he would fuck me, for however long it took for him to cum again! I didn’t even mind that — I knew that the club members liked to see their models fucked, and to really experiencing sex in front of their cameras. I knew that I couldn’t escape this test, without having more months added to my ‘sentence’, and resolved to take it, without complaint!
“Do you agree to be ravished?”, Tom asked.
“Yes, Tom – I’ll do whatever it takes”, I said.
“Good!”, he said. ….. “I’ll see you in the studio.”
With that, he picked up the breakfast tray and left me. My legs were still held by the leg cuffs, but my hands were left free. My oriental Mistress led me to the bathroom, and helped me prepare for my daily photo shoot. After using the toilet, she allowed me to wash myself, and she washed and wiped my ass. Sitting me down at the vanity, she rubbed my back to relieve any tension from being cuffed all night, then brushed my hair. She swept my hair back, and used a rubber band to secure it in a pony tail. She carefully applied lipstick, and did my eyes with mascara and eyeliner. I looked at myself in the mirror, and knew that I looked very beautiful – and that’s why they had originally chosen me to be a model.
The whole process had taken about twenty minutes. She guided me out of my cell, and down the hall to the studio. My leg cuffs kept me from walking very fast, and we walked slowly. The studio had been redecorated overnight, and now, looked like a bedroom in a cheap motel! The “set” had been decorated to look like a sleazy hotel room, complete with flashing “HOTEL” sign, outside the fake window. My mistress indicated I should sit on the bed, and I complied. She removed my leg cuffs, and I was free for the moment. There were already three club members there, waiting for my arrival, as she tied my hands behind my back.
Tom came in, wearing a Speedo Bathing Suit, and a torn T-shirt. I quickly realized that he was the one I would be giving a blowjob to, and who would fuck me later!
“Hello, Tom”, I greeted him.
“Hello, Janet”, he replied, as if there had been nothing that had ever passed between us before.
Steve came in to watch – to watch Tom deflower me, and to use me while the members took pictures.
Tom took me by the hand, and helped me to stand. He held me close for a minute, and whispered in my ear that he wasn’t going to hurt me. I heard the first click of a camera, as one of the members caught Tom’s embrace. Tom told me to kneel. I needed help, and Tom held me as I knelt in front of him. His dick was in front of my face, and it had already grown in size and was pressed up in front of his belly, held in place by his Speedo.
Click, Click, went a couple of more cameras, catching the image of me looking at his large dick!
My head was swimming with thoughts, as I thought about giving him pleasure. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his trunks, and slowly pulled them down, allowing plenty of time for club members to take pictures. As the Speedo cleared his hips, his rod popped out in front of my face, and I could see it was a big one, and thought it was staring back at me. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it, and forgot why we were there. I forgot about the club members taking photographs, and forgot about Steve and my Bondage Mistress who were watching. At that moment, all I could think about was that dick, and how much I wanted it in me. I wanted it in my mouth, and wanted it in my pussy!!! My vagina was twitching in excitement, and I knew I was lubricating, and would soon be ready for action. But first, I would taste his cum!
He reached behind my head, and grasped me by the pony tail….
“Other hand, please”, someone suggested.
Tom released my hair, and grabbed it again, with his other hand. He urged my head forward, and I closed my eyes, and parted my lips to take him in. I was lost in my own private world, waiting for my lover to drive me to orgasm as quickly as he could. Nothing else mattered. I was going to surrender to him completely, and would be his! Funny what a woman thinks about when she is being taken for the first time!!!
It wasn’t my ‘first time’, but it was my first time with Tom! He slipped his dick between my lips, and my tongue circled it’s head several time, wetting it down so he could slip it in further. Slowly, he pressed his tool into my face, and I heard a dozen camera clicks, and knew that we were being photographed for posterity. I didn’t care, I just wanted to taste his dick in my mouth!
I wanted him to cum in my mouth – and I wanted him to make me cum! I surrendered to him completely.
Click, Click, Click, went the cameras.
I was his wanton whore, and knew that when he came, I would swallow every drop, and still want more!!!
Click, Click, Click, went the cameras.
Damn! They were distracting me!
I pushed my face further up his pole, and felt it pass my tongue as I dropped it, and let him glide in as far as he could before I choked on it. I didn’t think I could deep throat him, but was willing to try. I knew that because he had taken Viagra, that I would be on my knees, with his dick in my mouth for at least an hour – probably more, and reveled in the thought! He was holding my head, and I couldn’t escape his dick in my mouth if I’d wanted to. And I didn’t want to!
He slowly worked it in and out of my mouth, pulling it as far out as he could, just behind my lips, then pushing it back in, as far as I had let him know that I could take him with ease. It was almost as if he had placed an invisible mark on his dick, and would push it in that far, and no further. I was lost in the pleasure of having his dick in my mouth! I kept my eyes closed, and did my duty!
Click, Click, Click, went the cameras again. They were capturing every minute of my pleasure.
It seemed like forever, and he finally came in my mouth. I felt his hot sperm hit the back of my throat, and thought I was going to drown. But he pulled his dick out to my lips, and held my head there, while I swallowed. He pushed his dick back in my mouth, and gave me another shot as a sort of encore – dessert, if you will. He withdrew again, and I eagerly swallowed, hoping for more. I was nearly delirious with pleasure.
Tom raised me to a standing position, and held me close while he kissed me. “That was only the beginning”, he whispered in my ear.
That was how Tom and I became lovers!
After my first experience with Tom, and after he had made me cum a dozen times in front of cameras, we slept together every night, and I gave myself to him completely. When the club members weren’t photographing me, Tom was fucking me – or I was taking his dick in my mouth. I loved it. I loved every minute of it!!! I was, his wanton whore!!!
Before I left, they gave me a tattoo of the club logo on my left wrist. … It was the face of a clock, without hands. A secret mark, of a secret society. I could cover it up with the wide leather band of my wristwatch, – the wristwatch they had given me – but it was there for anyone who knew what it meant. As Tom drove me to the airport, I knew that somewhere, Marcy was still resisting. …..
When I got home, my apartment had been rented to someone else, and my stuff – and Marcy’s – had been put into storage. Like Marcy, I thought – into storage!
I decided to live at Lake Tahoe. It snowed up there in winter, and I liked to ski. The weather was quite different than San Francisco, which was just cold and rainy most of the time. And, from Brisbane. So I packed up our belongings, and moved to Lake Tahoe. A Real Estate Agent found me a nice little house, that was reasonably priced, and which was somewhat isolated. Dutifully, I notified Tom, and the Bondage Club of my address and new phone number. It was a requirement of my release – my promise to stay in touch because of Marcy. I couldn’t just leave her there, she was still precious to me. I hoped to buy her freedom one day – money talked at the Bondage Club!
But there was nothing I could do about her being there – for now, at least. If I notified the Police, and told them my fantastic story, they wouldn’t have believed me, anyway. Imagine a Bondage Club in the heart of Chinatown in Australia. The implications were almost too great to grasp. Besides, I knew that if I failed to keep quiet, they could cancel my Letter of Credit, and I’d be poor and without a job. I also knew that knowing my address, they could take me again at any time they wished, and somehow take me back to the Bondage Club. So I kept quiet. You’re the first person I’ve told about all this. …..
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The Bondage Club · Part 2 (2/2)
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