Britney in Bondage

Chapter 2 – Britney in Bondage: A Night at the BDSM Club.

It had been 2 months since the night that Donna had tricked Britney into inescapable bondage.  And they had many repeat performances in the weeks following that.  And although Donna was a capable and demanding mistress Britney still needed more.  There was something too safe about her roommate.  Britney needed the thrill of real bondage and not having any choice about what was done to her.

Thus the bdsm club.  The club had been around for a number of years and was very popular.  Mostly because it was far enough away from the college that most students didn’t know about it but still near enough that those who wanted to use it special form of entertainment could. 

Britney had been to the bondage club a couple of times but before she had always been in “self-bondage”.  This was a special guest access to the club.  You could chose to wear anything you wanted and then take trick handcuffs and restrain yourself.  What made these trick cuffs was a little lever on each cuff that when pressed would allow the cuff to be opened without the need of a key.  It was a safe way for timid girls to enjoy the feeling of being bound but not be at the mercy of anyone in the club.  One push of the lever and they would be free again.  Of course one had to press the level to open the cuffs and many girls found they enjoyed having the option available even if they never used it.  Also with these cuffs on you could free yourself and deactivate the collar all patrons who chose to be in bondage were required to wear.  The collar did several things.  First it was a means of controlling a slave via it’s built in leash.  Anyone holding the leash could administer mild shocks to the wearer, strong enough to compel the wearer to comply with the masters wishes if she wished to avoid additional shocks.  Secondly all collars were set to shock the wearer and alert security if they remained in off limit areas for more than 3 minutes.  The main reason for this feature was to prevent girls from chickening out and hiding in the bathroom all night, but it also ensure that no one had forced a girl against her will to a dark basement where they would be powerless to resist.  Oh all slaves who chose to wear bondage in the club were powerless to resist, the management just wanted to make sure it was preformed in the open.  And third thing the collar ensured the slave would stay wherever a master wanted her to be.  A clip on the end of the leash could be clipped to any of the rings on the wall, and if the slave was daring enough to bind her hands behind her back there would be no way for her to reach high enough to get the leash unhooked.  The leashes were long enough to allow the slave girl to kneel but not to sit and there were no chairs positioned anywhere near a ring.  Many slaves once tethered would immediately drop to their knees and begin offering anyone who walked by free oral sex just to be released.  Of course after they preformed for the master there was no guarantee they would be released.  And once released anyone in the club could grab her leash and she would find herself right back where she started.  This is what drew many coeds to the club.  Most like Britney would come in once or twice a month.  Grab a set of the “self-bondage” handcuffs and pretend for a night they were slaves.  Several of them also tried other features of the club.  A girl in “Self-Bondage” could refuse anyone anytime, but several would voluntarily put ring gags in their mouths.  Everyone in the club knew a ring gag meant the slave would not resist oral sex.  It took too long to undo the cuffs and unstrap the ring gag before a master had shoved their cock down the slave’s throat and really once it was in they might as well finish the task.  Others tried the nipple clamps that were a special fitting for the collar.  Once they had the collar on and there hands locked behind them in handcuffs anyone in the club could attach the clamps to their nipples and of course with their hands bound behind them they would be unable to remove them on their own.  Plus by plugging the chain between the clamps into the collar it also transferred the shocks from the collar to the slave’s nipples.  Most girls could not stand having the clamps on and once they were applied they pushed the release lever on their cuffs and removed the clamps.

Tonight however Britney was taking the kid gloves off.  Tonight she would instruct Giles to lock her in bondage.  This was much riskier for the slave girl.  For once Giles locked the cuffs on her she would have no way of freeing herself and anyone in the club was free to do anything they wanted to her.  This “real bondage” required several things from the slave girl.  First was that she had been to the club at least 3 times and spent an entire night in “Self-bondage” with her hands behind her back never using the lever to release herself.  Also where as a “Self-bondage” girl could chose her own dress a “real bondage” girl had no choice she was always be naked.  Gags and nipple clamps were still optional but unlike a “self-bondage” girl once applied the slave girl would be completely helpless to remove them.  Also a “self-bondage” girl could chose to have her hands restrained in front of her (most usually didn’t), a “real bondage” girl had no choice they were always behind her preventing her from helping herself in any way.  The last requirement of a “real-bondage” girl was that she arrives at the club alone.  Couples were more than welcome at the club but all couples were given trick cuffs.  Too many arguments had developed in the past when a boyfriend got jealous when his slave girl was used.  This way if the slave girl got used and didn’t use her release lever then it was her choice.  Lastly Giles had all keys to the cuffs but would sell them to any customer for $50 for the night.  A “real-bondage” girl would be forced to go with whoever bought her for the night.  Both parties were required to stay at the attached hotel for the night.  The collar would alert security if the slave was removed form the premises.  This was the risk of being a “real-bondage” girl once you chose to have Giles lock you in cuffs you were a slave, there was no pretending.

Britney was arriving later than usually at the club but still early enough to spend several hours in inescapable bondage, or an entire night if someone chose to buy her.  She hadn’t bothered to dress up since she knew, if she didn’t chicken out, she would be completely naked all night without a hope of clothing herself.  She got out of her car alone, Donna knew where she was but the couples policy of the club for “real-bondage” girls included other girls.  She locked the car and then jogged to the door of the club.  She was in terrific shape from the months of cheerleader practice.  Her legs tan and firm seemed to go on forever until the met her tight round ass.  She was very proud of her ass, but it was her tits she knew all the boys liked.  At 36c they looked gigantic on her 5’2” frame and even without a bra they remained pert and squeezable.

Her hair today was tied in a tight pony tail.  She hated getting cum in her hair especially when she could not get it out again.  Plus she loved when guys used her hair to control the pace of her sucking.

She quickly opened the door to the club and went directly to Giles office.  He was expecting her having already talked to her about becoming a “real-bondage” girl.  There were several legal papers to sign, all of which stated that she knew what she was getting into and that she would be helpless until released.  She eagerly signed all the required papers and then followed Giles to the Bondage room.

“Last chance to back out now.  Once we begin I will not ask you again.  There are several other college students here tonight; many of them girls but none of them are “real-bondage” girls. And there are many college men here tonight more then usual, they may recognize you and if you are in “real-bondage” you will be helpless to avoid them.   Are you sure you would not like to just use the trick cuffs?  They are just as secure are the real ones if you don’t use the lever.”

“I know Giles.  But there is just something missing if I know at any time I can just press a button and poof I am free.  It kind of defeats the purpose of being bound.  I want to have no choice as to what happens to me.”

“My wife is exactly the same as you, I could never get her to use the trick cuffs once she tried the real thing.  She said it was too hard to pretend she was helpless when she knew she wasn’t.” Giles explained, “But I again ask you to reconsider your choice for tonight.  Postpone it for another night when there are fewer students here.”

“No Giles I am a slave, you and I both know that.  I can’t delay the inevitable.  If people see me for who I am so be it.  They are bound to find out anyways; the last time I was here I was practically nude, especially after that master pulled the bow holding my bra together.  I almost used the lever that night and it was just my tits showing.  Had he pulled my shorts down I may have.”

“See Britney.  You may not yet be ready for this.  Once I lock cuffs on your wrists you will have no option to use a lever.”

“Exactly!  Plus I will already be nude so there is no reason to want to use the lever.  Please Giles I need this.”

“If you are sure please remove your clothing now.”  Giles said.  He made no attempt to turn and there was no where in the room for Britney to disrobe in private. 

Britney knew more than just Giles would be seeing her nude tonight, so with a small shrug she started to remove her clothes.  It felt strange to be undressing completely in front of Giles, she had met him her first night at the club. He had helped her with the first pair of “self-bondage” handcuffs showing her the release levers and how they worked and insisting she practice until she could quickly and easily get out of bondage herself.  And although he had seen her in bondage several times after that sometimes in various states of undress (he was the one who eventually retied the bow on her bra thus providing her with some modesty) he never took liberties.

Giles took in her nude form and smiled she was indeed a lovely creature.  “Please put your clothes in the box on the desk you will find a padlock inside the box, once your clothes are inside use the lock on the box.”

Britney took her clothes and covering her nakedness with them went to the box.  Now was the moment of truth once she locked her clothes inside she would be unable to get to them again, she did not have a key for the padlock.  Before she changed her mind she dumped her clothes into the box, placed her purse on top of it and locked the lid.  As the lock clicked home she felt a shiver run down her spine, she had done it there was no turning back now.

“Very good Britney please go to the rack on the wall and select your bondage implements you wish to use tonight.”  Giles said indicating the rack on the opposite wall. 

Britney decided to give Giles a show and jogged to the rack.  Her immense tits bounced nicely as she crossed the room.  Giles just smiled.

Staring at the rack Britney had a lot of choices available to her.  She would need a collar for sure; it was required for all slave girls.  And of course she would need a set of handcuffs.  By instinct she picked up a pair of “self-bondage” cuffs and laid them next to the collar.

“I am afraid the time to back out has passed Britney you may keep the “self-bondage” cuffs as one of your items but they will be used to cuff you elbows together.  This will of course place the levers well out of reach of your questing fingers.  Plus you are still required to wear a pair of standard handcuffs.”  Giles explained.

Blushing Britney realized her mistake and took down a regular set of handcuffs, she was so nervous she forgot to return the “self-bondage” cuffs to the rack.  She studied the collect again and selected a set of nipple clamps and tossed them onto the pile.

“Britney I have seen you before using the nipple clamps they are torture for you, might I suggest you forgo them tonight.  Remember once I have locked your wrists behind you no amount of begging will convince me to remove them.”

Britney almost returned them to the rack, but the begging intrigued her.  Sure she could not beg Giles to remove her cuffs but she could beg someone else to remove the clamps if they were even used.  No one said that a slave girl had to have them applied.  Of course she had never seen a slave girl with them attached to her collar not wear them.  Even the “self-bondage” girls who stay at the club eventually ended up wearing theirs for the night.  It was far less painful to have them applied once, then to unlock your handcuffs remove the clamps and then relock yourself into the cuffs just to have some random master reapply them. Some girls even seemed to like begging to have them removed.  She could see where this could be fun. So she left the nipple clamps where they were in her pile.

She saw several whips on the rack and almost grabbed one, but there were plenty of whips lying around the club.  And she really hated being whipped, chance are it was going to happen but no sense tempting fate by providing any master a handy whip.

She did select a gag though, it was a ring gag.  She had never worn one at the club before and still hated the idea of giving a blow job but she really liked the idea of being forced to give one without the hope for preventing it.

“Again I must urge you to be cautious in your choices.  Although as a “Real-bondage” girl it will be almost impossible for you to resist oral sex.  With that ring gag on everyone will want to sample your mouth.  And I have heard you strongly dislike performing oral sex.  Plus you have never worn one before they can be quite frightening.”

Again her resolve wavered, but the last sentence Giles said convinced her to keep her choice.  She wanted to be frightened not knowing who would be taking advantage of her.  Giles of course had done this many many times in the past.  He liked to warn the slaves about their choices, but he also liked to encourage them to follow through on their decisions.

Britney felt a shiver run up her back when she saw the butt plugs.  She desperately wanted to try one but even as horny as she was now she could not force herself to put one in the pile.  She also passed up on having a blindfold.  She liked to see who she was pleasuring and it was hard to beg if you didn’t know if people were around.

“Giles if I don’t select an item can it still be used on me?”

“As a “real-bondage” girl any item on that rack can be used on you.  “Self-bondage” girls can choice the instruments they will allow to be used.  You have no such option.  Anyone in the club can grab any item off that rack and use it on you.  And of course you will be helpless to resist.”

Britney shuddered when he said that and took another look at the butt plugs.   She really did not want to find out what they felt like tonight.  But again Giles last sentence thrilled her, she would be helpless to resist.  Another shudder travel down her spine this one traveled all the way to her pussy which was getting wet already.

“Okay I have selected the items I want to wear.  But could you please just loop the ring gag around my neck so I can still talk at least initially?” Britney said bringing the items over to Giles.

“I will see what I can do.”  Giles said as he took the items from Britney.

“Before we begin we must attune the collar to you alone.”

Britney was confused she had worn a collar every time she was here but had never had to “attune” it before.

Giles noticing her confusion explained.  “Each collar is locked on a slave girl.  Each slave girl can remove the collar on her own (provided they can reach it).  But a “real-bondage” girl has more risk then “self-bondage” girl.  Thus we must ensure the collar is not removed at anytime.  So we attune them to you.  Please fasten the collar around your neck.”  Giles waited for Britney to comply with his request.

Britney was growing more concerned about these changes.  But she reasoned it was too late to back out now so she buckled the collar around her neck.

“Excellent now we will attune it to you.  Please take your right index finger and touch the plate at the side for a full 10 seconds.  You will hear a beep when the time is complete.  Please feel free to use the mirror to ensure you have your finger placed correctly.”

Britney walked to the mirror and saw the plate Giles had indicated.  Placing her finger on it she heard several clicks followed by a beep.

“Thank you Britney.  The collar is now attuned to you.  It can only be removed by placing your index finger on that plate again.  And of course that will be impossible when your hands have been restrained behind your back.  Shall we start with the restraints now?”

Britney nodded looking at the pile of bondage equipment.  Noticing the extra set of “self-bondage” cuffs she had accidentally brought over she pricked them up and started for the rack.

“Where do you think you are going?”  Giles asked.

“I accidentally brought the “self-bondage” cuffs with me.  I am just putting them back on the rack for you.”  Britney replied still moving to the rack.

“Britney bring those cuffs back here.  I told you if you selected them they would be used on you.  You chose to keep them thus they will be used.”

“But I didn’t select them I accidentally chose the wrong cuffs.  You said I needed the real ones.”  Britney pouted.  She hated having her elbow restrained.  It forced her lovely chest forward and she knew in that position no man would refuse a quick squeeze.

“You do need the real cuffs, but you also chose to include the “Self-bondage” cuffs in your selection.  Bring them here please.”

Britney could tell that Giles was serious about this decision.  She meekly walked over and handed the cuffs to Giles.

“Turn around please” Giles instructed.

Britney turned around allowing Giles to place one cuff around her arm just above her elbow.  Pulling her other arm behind her back he attached the remaining cuff.  Once that was done Britney was helpless.  She stepped away from Giles and tried vainly to reach the release levers for the handcuffs.  It was of course impossible.  Her gyrations caused her large tittys to bounce nicely.  Giles couldn’t resist he walked over to Britney and started fondling her breasts.  Britney was shocked and tried even harder to get free.  No matter what she tried she could not get the cuffs off her arms or Giles hands from off her breasts.  She almost came right then.  If she could have reached her pussy she would have buried her hand into it and stroked herself to orgasm.

“Giles please……”

“Please what Britney?”  Giles knew exactly what she wanted but he loved to tease slave girls.

“Please Giles make me cum.”

“That would not be fair to the rest of my patrons.  I think they would like to see you in this horny state.  Don’t you?”  Giles said as he continued to rub her nipples.

“Oh God Giles, Please….”

“I think it is time for more bondage, you are begging too much.  Bring me your gag and the nipple clamps.”

Britney picked up the gag but hesitated with the nipple clamps.  She had assumed that Giles would just attach them to her collar and let them hang for some patron to attach if they wish but now that he had felt her up she wasn’t sure what he may do.  And it excited her.

She had to turn completely around to offer the gag and clamp to Giles.

Giles grabbed the clamps from her and attached them to her collar but let them hang between her breasts.  Britney wasn’t sure if she was happy or sad about this.

“I think we may need additional bondage for this next part.  Please go to the rack and bring me a set of leg irons with an 18 inch chain.”

“What I didn’t select leg irons.  You said I needed to wear what I brought.”  Britney complained.

“I also said anyone in the club could use anything on that rack on you.  And I am most certainly in the club.  Now hurry up before I ask you to bring a whip back too.”

Britney practically ran to the rack.  Which of course caused her large titties to bounce even more nicely now that she had no way to prevent thier movement.  Once she handed the leg irons to Giles he bent down and placed them on her ankles.  Britney knew from experience that once those were on, a slave girl would have no chance of removing them herself.

“please bring me the real handcuffs now.”  Giles commaned.

Britney returned quickly with the handcuffs.  Even the sight of these handcuffs thrilled Britney. Although she was already helpless she knew once these were applied she would have no way of defending herself.

“Please kneel Britney.”  Giles commanded.  Britney paused wondering where this was going.  He did not need her kneeling to attach the handcuffs.

Giles grabbed the leash dangling between Britney’s breasts and gave her a shock.  Britney jumped back and tried to get away.  The shock was much more powerful then the collar previously produced.

“Attuned collars have a higher setting.  Any girl who would allow herself to be placed in one should be able to handle the stronger setting.  Now please kneel before I am forced to use it again.”  Giles said.

Britney quickly dropped to her knees.  She did not want to be shocked again.  She hadn’t expected that especially form Giles.  But it also turned her on immensely.  She knew she would not be able to refuse anyone anything tonight.

“Britney I usually lock these cuffs on “real-bondage” girls to ensure they are completely helpless.  But as we have already demonstrated you helplessness you can do the honors.” He dropped the handcuffs by her. “Please cuff your left hand then run the handcuff under the leg iron chain before cuffing your right wrist.”

Britney now knew why he had her kneel if she followed his instructions she would be unable to stand again until he released her.  She began to wonder if he planned to keep her for himself all night.   She decided that she would enjoy that if he did.  Snapping the cuff around he wrist she carefully snugged it down so it wasn’t tight enough to restrict circulation but also too tight for her to pull her hand free.  After threading the other cuff under her leg iron she was ready to close it.    But was she ready.  She could still run, admittedly slowly but if she closed this cuff she would be trapped without any possibility of escape.  She closed the cuff.  There she had done it.  She was a prisoner and Giles had complete control of her now.

“Please use this pin to double lock those cuffs.  I have a feeling you will be struggling quite a bit during this next part.”

She was starting to get worried again.  Had she made a huge mistake?  It was too late now of course with the click of that last cuff her fate was sealed.  She picked up the pin and pushed the tiny button on each cuff.  Once this was done neither cuff would get any tighter.  And of course they would still not get any looser.

“Please open your mouth Britney.”  Giles asked holding up the ring gag.

Britney realized why he had bound her on her knees.  He was going to force her to give him a blow job.  “No please Giles not that.  I don’t want to do that.”  Britney hadn’t expected this and began desperately trying to back away from the gag while trying to get the handcuffs off her wrists.  Giles let her struggle.  He loved watching pretty young coeds try to escape.  Britney tried everything she could think of to get out of the bondage she had placed herself in.  She swung her arms wildly around behind her jerking repeatedly on the tiny chain that held the cuffs together. But nothing she could do would allow her to free herself.  Finally exhausted she resigned to her fate and allowed Giles to place the gag in her mouth.  As the straps pulled the gag deeply into her mouth she climaxed.

Giles smiled “Don’t think that little orgasm is going to get you out of sucking my cock.  I have waited months to get you in this position and I am going to thoroughly enjoy it.”

Giles slide off his pants.  His cock was huge and already fully erect.  Britney began to back away again but this time Giles was having none of it.  He reached behind her and grabbed her hair conveniently placed it a pony tail and guided her head towards his cock.  Britney wanted to close her mouth but of course the ring gag was designed just for occasions like this.  She would be giving a blow job, whether she wanted to or not!