Chapter 1:  Britney in Bondage

Britney jogged home from cheerleading practice. If she was quick she could have the apartment all to herself for 2 hours.  Donna her roommate had taken an evening class which met 2 nights a week, unfortunately for Britney her cheerleading practice usually lasted almost the entire time Donna was in class so she had little time to practice self-bondage.  Tonight would be different she would have the place to herself, and if anything went wrong, she could rely on Donna to release her.  Britney had kept this part of her life secret, she was slightly embarrassed by her desires to be a helpless captive and she would be horrified if Donna found her.  And worse yet what if Donna decided to take advantage of her once she was bound!  Britney was strictly hetero, but she could feel her pussy getting wet at just the thought of being helplessly trapped and Donna using her.  She knew Donna was bi, and had a thing for her.  But they had never acted on it.  Britney thought maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if Donna found her. She picked up her pace wanting to get home as fast as possible and into inescapable restraints.

Donna checked the apartment once more seeing if she had forgot anything,  Tonight her and Britney were supposed to go out but that all depended on if Britney fell for her trap or not.  She knew about Britney’s self bondage activities since last semester when she had found a handcuff key tied to a string and looped around the metal headrest of Britney’s bed.  Donna knew about bondage and had even let a boyfriends tie her up once when they made love but she was more of the in control type so they never did it often.  She figured since Britney didn’t have a boyfriend she used the key on a string as a way to release herself from her self-imposed bondage.  Tonight she was almost positive Britney would be tying herself up.  Donna had planned it carefully; she had spent almost every minute with Britney for the last couple months, never allowing her enough time to restrain herself properly.  Britney would not be able to resist putting herself in bondage tonight and once she did Donna would have her!

Britney sprinted up the stairs to her apartment.  She couldn’t wait to be held prisoner in her own bed.  One quick walk through of the apartment to determine if Donna had went to class and she was ready.  Her heart was pounding at the thought of what she was about to do but she forced herself to relax.  She sat at her dresser and reapplied her makeup, she hated to waste time that would be better spent with her in bondage, but Donna wanted them to go out tonight and would wonder why Britney wasn’t ready.  Besides Britney always liked looking her best.  She released her long blonde hair from the scrunchy that held it and brushed it out.  She would have to put it back up before they went out but having it fanned out below her on the bed made her feel very sexy.  She thought twice about her lipstick, her luscious lips looked great with a pink shade but she wanted to be gagged and she knew what a bitch it was to get lipstick off her ball gag.  Oh well she’d thought she could always clean it and she liked her lipstick so she applied it.  Next she selected the clothes she chose a he favorite bra to wear during these sessions.  It was a little tight on her 36c tits but that only made it better.  The best feature it had and the reason she chose it was the little pink bow that tied over her cleavage, one pull on that bow and her magnificent breast would spill into view.  And of course with her hands bound she’d never be able to retie it.  As for the rest an old pair of cut off jeans would suffice.  They were sexy too, but they also were serving a purpose they would ensure the vibrator she would wedge in her pussy could not possibly come out no matter how much she may wish to expel it.

She was ready.  She went into her closet and pulled out her secret box.  Inside she kept all her secret bondage gear.  She selected her ball gag, a vibrator, and 4 sets of handcuffs.  She had leather restraints too but nothing turned her on like the inescapable feel of cold steel encircling her limbs.  As she put the lid back on the box she glanced at the remaining contents.  A butt plug, it wasn’t a large one, but even its little size had frightened her the first time she had tried to insert it.  She desperately wanted to feel it inside her but after that first try she was unable to ever attempt it again.  Her penis gag was also still in the box, this was her favorite gag, as she absolutely refused to give blowjobs feeling it was too degrading, but once restraint she felt she had no chose and the penis gag made her feel like a slut.  Unfortunately the penis on it was very large and nearly caused her to gag once applied so she was very careful to only apply it when she had her hands handcuffed in front of her in case she needed to remove it quickly. 

Taking the gag back to her dresser she leaned forward and brushed all her hair off the nape of her neck.  While still looking down she put the ball up towards her lips she had to firmly push on it with both hands to get it past her teeth.  She felt the ball compress and then pop into her mouth.  This is the part she loved the most even without the strap being tightened the size of the ball would prevent her from ever expelling it.  With the straps applied and her hands bound she would never be able to remove it until she had freed herself.  With practiced ease she took the straps of the ball gag and cinched them tight behind her head there was a loop for a lock but she forgo applying one knowing that when she spread-eagled herself on her bed she’d be unable to reach the strap to remove it no matter how hard she tried.  She flipper her head put and let her hair cascade over the strap.  She took one last look in the mirror.  Her blue eyes sparkled when she aw herself gagged. 

She jumped on her bed and attached the cuffs to the four corners of her bed.  She spread her leg and was about to attach one of the cuffs to her left ankle when she remembered something.  She dashed back to the closet and inside one of her boots she found what she was looking for, a pair of shiny nickel plated nipple clamps.  She despised these implements of torture, thus she kept them separate from her other bondage items.  But she also knew that after they were applied she would do almost anything to get them off.  Once in bondage of course, removing them wasn’t an option she had control over!    She jumped back on the bed and before she could delay it anymore snaps her ankles into the cuffs.  There she had started it.  She tried to close her legs and found it impossible.  The cuffs bounced angrily against the bedpost but of course remained closed no matter how hard she tried to get them to release their hold on her.  She was so wet she wanted to plunge her vibrator into her pussy and bring herself to a quick orgasm but knew if she delayed it would be better.  Making sure her vibrator and the dreaded nipple clamps were within easy reach she reached her left hand up and snapped the cuff on its wrist.  One wrist to go and she’d be a prisoner.  She had a couple of tasks to complete before that however.  First was to pinch her nipples in the horrible nipple clamps.  Her nipples were already hard in anticipation, but she caressed them anyways.  She loved her tits and knew her nipples were super sensitive; she could cum just from rubbing them.  That was part of the reason she hated the nipple clamps, their fierce bite drove her wild with pain.  After a couple of gentle squeezes she was panting and struggling with her bondage.  If she could just rub her pussy while squeezing her nipples she would explode but of course with one arm already handcuffed to the headrest that was impossible.  She looked at the clock, just over an hour till Donna got home, she would have to hurry.  Picking up the nipple clamps she opened one of the small alligator clips and for the hundredth time wondered why she didn’t buy adjustable ones, maybe if they weren’t so strong she could get used to them.  Placing the clamp over her nipple she released it slowly.  Pain flooded her being and the clamp wasn’t even half closed on her yet.  She let go of the clamp unable to delay it any longer and sucked in a deep breath of air.  Her left hand jerked uselessly against its restraint desperate to get to that clamp and get it off her tit.  Her right hand still under her control, barely, took the other clamp and quickly applied it to her other nipple this time with out even trying to go slow, she wanted them on quickly so she could get it over with fast.  Her right hand flew to the button on her cutoffs she purposely left them buttoned as she bound herself to delay the insertion of her vibrator.  She worked frantically at the button but with only one hand available to her it seemed to take forever for her to get it undone.   Finally the button gave way and she plunged her vibrator into her pussy.  It felt huge and she would have came if the pain in her nipples had been distracting her so much.  She set the vibrator to low, wanting to slowly tease herself to orgasm and then buttoned up her shorts again.  The vibrator was doing its magic and she desperately wanted to cum, but she knew that once she came she would want out of her bondage and she was enjoying this too much to want it to stop early.  Reaching up with her right hand she slipped it into the waiting cuff but didn’t close it.  She wanted the nipple clamps off; if she could just get them off she knew she’d cum right then.  She almost reached down and took them off but then decided her master (if she had one) would not be so merciful.  She snapped the cuff closed.  There she had done it she was trapped.  She tried to get her hands to the nipple clamps; she had to get them off now! Of course she knew it was impossible but she had to try.  She jerked relentlessly against the cuffs but it was no use they would not come undone.  Once she realized she was helpless an orgasm ripped threw her. She shook the bed so hard with her struggles she was afraid the neighbors would come check to see if she was ok.  Once the orgasm died down the pain in her nipples tripled, without the desire for an orgasm the nipple clamps were pure torture. 

She reached for the string near her right hand and slowly drew the key up to her fingers.   But once she got the string all the way up there was no key, just a 3x5 note card attached to the end.  Craning her neck she looked at the card.  I clear writing on it was:  I have your key SLAVE, see you tonight Donna.  Britney flipped the card hoping it was a joke and Donna had taped the key to the back of the card but it was no joke.  She was trapped and there wasn’t a thing she could do about it until Donna came to free her.  She came again at the thought of what may happen tonight.  Just as she came down from her second orgasm her vibrator ramped up to full speed.  Her pussy was so sensitive she couldn’t handle anymore stimulation and she desperately tired to dislodge the vibrator but her tight cutoffs wouldn’t allow this.  She was stuck.  But why had her vibrator suddenly burst to life.  Well you remember Donna checking the apartment before she left, one of the things she checked was that the keys to Britney’s cuffs were safely taped under the kitchen table and that her vibrator was hidden and replaced by one Donna could control with a remote control.  She owned James big time for having built it for her and she was sure that he would want payment, and his payments could be very severe, she had only had to pay him once and she knew from that experience she would be naked and bound as part of the payment.  But it was worth it to get her hands on Britney.

Donna turned the vibrator down again and stepped into the apartment.  She listened carefully and could hear the desperate grunting from Britney’s room.  She smiled as she entered Britney’s room. 

“Got yourself into a bit of a bind have you?” Donna teased.

Britney could only grunt. And pull uselessly on her cuffs.

Donna strode over to the bed and sat down next to her roommate.  “Wow these are new.” She said letting her finger flick each of the nipple clamps in turn. “Did you buy these just for me?”

Britney screamed into the ball gag as pain ripped through her nipples her fingers clawing at the air trying desperately to get to the clamps and remove them. 

“Oh My God I am sorry Brit, do they hurt that bad?”

Britney nodded so vigorously she thought she might give herself a concussion.

“Would you like me to remove them?”  Donna asked. 

Again Britney nodded.

Donna reached for one of the clamps and was about to remove it when she had a better thought.  “Wait I want to change a couple things about your bondage things you may not like.  If I remove the clamps do you agree to be my slave for the rest of the night?”

Britney knew that she’d be eating pussy for the first time tonight and that terrified her, but anything was better then the clamps.  Besides she was in no position to refuse Donna anything, so she just nodded.

Donna reached down and removed the left clamp from Britney.  Britney shrieked in pain as it was removed. 

“Lucky I didn’t take the ball gag out first” Donna laughed as she rubbed Britney’s nipple.  “I think we will keep the other one on for now, that first one looked like it hurt a lot.”

Britney shook her head no, how could her roommate be that mean.  She had to have that clamp off now!

Donna walked over to the closet and dug out Britney’s toy box.  “Let’s see what we have in here that we can use on you.  This looks interesting.” Donna said as she help up the butt plug.  “Ever have this is your ass before.”

Britney’s eyes grew wide and she shook her head firmly no.

“Every have anything in your ass before?”

Again Britney shook her head no.  She was starting to get scared now.  If Donna wanted that plug in her ass there would be little she could do to stop it from happening.  She almost orgasmed just at the thought to it. 

Donna noticed this.  “Oh you like that thought don’t you? Lets see just how much you like it.”  She clicked the remote in her pocket again and the vibrator in Britney’s pussy ramped up to full power again.  Comprehension finally showed in Britney’s eyes, she thought the vibrator felt bigger.  Donna must have switched it.

“Yes I have control the vibrator. So if you want to cum again tonight you best be VERY nice to me.”  Donna said as she pulled out the penis gag.

“This can’t be your, I know you hate sucking cock.  Why would you have this?”  Britney just blushed.  “Well we are going to put this on you right now!”

Donna unbuckled the straps holding the gag in Britney’s mouth.  “Push that out.” Britney grunted.  Donna flicked the remaining nipple clamp “I said push that out, now bitch!”

Britney screamed and tried to comply but just couldn’t get the ball out of her mouth.  Donna switched off the vibrator.  “If you can’t listen to instructions you can’t cum either.”  Britney whimpered and began thrusting her hips into the air trying to get some stimulation back but it was useless there was nothing she could do to stimulate herself.

“Ok I am going to help you this once, but you had better start following orders or this could be a very long night.”

Donna grasped both straps of the gag and pulled, with a gentle pop the ball came out of Britney’s mouth.

“Please. Please. Please take the clamp off Donna.  Please!!”  Britney begged as soon as the gag came out.

“Do they hurt you that bad?”

“Oh my God yes.  Please take it off.  I will do anything you want, just get it off me now.”

Donna reached down towards Britney’s chest but instead of removing the attached clamp she picked up the other one.  “I want to try it first.”  Donna put the clamp in her mouth and started taking off her shirt.  Britney had never seen Donna’s tits before but under a shirt they looked fantastic.  At least a cup size bigger than Britney, Donna’s tits always looked huge on her small frame.  Donna got her shirt off and dropped it towards the bed but still having the nipple chain in her mouth it just slid down the chain and bunched up on Britney’s chest.  This of course pulled on the nipple clamp still attached to Britney’s tit.  Britney was in agony.  Why would Donna just take the clamp off, she had to soon or Britney would go insane.

“Please Donna take the clamp off me.”  Britney pleaded again.  Even so she wanted that clamp off more than anything in the world she was starting to enjoy the fact Donna didn’t just remove it.  It reinforced her helplessness.

“I already know you want the clamp off, but I told you I want to try one first just to see how they feel.  After that I may remove yours.  But if you ask again the other one goes back on and they both stay all night!”

Donna removed her bra and started to pinch and pull on her nipple when she had a better idea.  “Britney open you mouth.”  Britney did as she was told. What else could she do? Donna leaned down and held her tit before Britney’s mouth. “Suck slave.”

Britney closed her mouth as soon as she figured out what Donna wanted her to do.  She was not gay and she did not want her roommate’s tit in her mouth.  Of course bound as she was the chose was not hers.  Donna pinched Britney’s free nipple until she opened her mouth and began sucking.  Britney was so embarrassed she was tied spread-eagled on her own bed and now she was sucking on her roommate’s tit.  She did not want to be doing this but she was also getting very turned on.

Once Donna was satisfied her nipples were as hard as they were going to get (and that she could force Britney to suck on them) she sat back on her legs and picked up the nipple clamp again.  Bracing for what she was about to do she opened the clamp and snapped it on her nipple.  Pain shot through her tit and she jerked back trying to escape its’ bite.  This of course pulled on both nipple clamps and both girls’ suppressed screams.  Donna quickly removed the clamp from her nipple rubbing and licking the sore bud.

“Holy shit that hurt.  Let me get yours off you, I had no idea they hurt that bad.  Fuck how did you ever handle that, Brit?”

Britney just rattled her cuffed hand “I had no choice I couldn’t get them off once I had cuffed myself.  And believe me I tried!   You better gag me before you remove that one though, they hurt a lot more once they are on for a while and then removed.  I am not sure I can stop screaming once it is off.”

Donna picked up the penis gag and moved it towards Britney’s mouth.  Britney turned her head to the side and clenched her teeth.  “Use the ball gag please.  I hate that one.”  Britney said through clenched teeth.

“Well you are in no position to make any decisions and if you want that clamp off it is this gag.  So open up.  Besides I know a lot of guys would like you to get over yourself and suck their dicks you can just pretend this is one of those guys.”

Britney secretly was glad Donna was forcing her to wear this humiliating gag, she had always wanted to try it when she was bound without a hope of removing it on her own, but do to it’s length she had never done so.  Britney opened her mouth slowly and let Donna slide the penis into it.  Donna got it all the way in and was surprised Britney was taking the full length so well.  She pulled the straps around Britney’s head and began buckling them.  This forced the penis deeper down Britney’s throat and she began to panic fighting her bondage as if she had a chance to free herself.  Donna stopped sensing her fear. 

“This gag is going on you Brit and it is going on properly.  So you best relax.  This may help.”  Donna turned the vibrator up to full power again and Britney went wild she wanted to cum so bad now she would do almost anything to have Donna not shut it off again.  Donna took the momentary distraction caused by the vibrator to tighten the straps of the gag fully.  Britney was now unable to voice any concerns she may have about her treatment.  Once the straps were tightened Donna sat back and started rubbing Britney’s thighs.  “I am going to remove that clamp now are you ready?”   Britney was so close to cumming she didn’t want to interrupt it by the sudden pain the removal of that clamp would cause. She shook her head no.

Donna was amazed with that wicked little clamp on her own nipple all she could think of was getting it off and getting it off quickly. Maybe she could use this to her advantage.  She quickly shut off the vibrator.  Britney’s eyes flew open and she begged and thrust her hips in the air.  She wanted, no needed to cum.  And she would do anything to get it to happen.

“Not so fast.  I said I had a couple of things to change in your bondage and one is this.”  Donna held up the butt plug. 

Britney shriek and shook her head no, tears beginning to form in her eyes.  She had never had anything in her ass before and she knew from her own trials that the butt plug was too large for her.

“Well if you want to cum tonight then this is going in you.  You of course can try to fight me but you are too securely bound and there is nothing you can effectively do to stop me.”  Donna laughed.

Britney knew she was right and sagged in defeat.

“Of course we could postpone this for another night if you let me replace the first nipple clamp back on you.”  Donna said thinking there is no way Brit would ever go for that.  The pain was just too much.

It took Britney a full minute to decide but she needed to cum and if that meant the clamps went back on then so be it.  She shook her head yes.

Donna was shocked.  “Is that yes you want the clamp back on?” she asked incredulously.  “Once I put it on I and only I will decide when it comes off.  It may be on for quiet a while, before I decide to show mercy.”

Britney closed her eyes and again slowly nodded her head.  She dreaded those clamps but she really feared the butt plug.  Besides she was starting to enjoy the fact that her roommate was in complete control of her suffering. 

Donna reached down for the loose clamp and snapped it on Brit’s nipple.  Britney thought she was going to die the pain was worse than ever before and now she really had no way to relieve it.  She had given all control to Donna and only Donna could chose when that control would be returned.  Britney gasped and orgasmed.

“Enjoy that did you?  Well you might not enjoy this as much.”  Donna said stepping out of her shorts.  She slides her fingers gently through her pussy lips and showed the gleaming wetness to Britney.  “This is what you do to me, Brit.  Guess where this is going?” she said pointing at her crotch.

Britney was horrified she knew this was coming but she did not want to do it.  Of course restrained as she was the choice was not hers to make.

Donna straddled Britney’s chest putting her pussy right up next to Britney’s face.  Britney could smell her arousal and even though she hated to admit it she was becoming aroused by the fact that she would soon be forced to suck he roommate’s pussy. Donna reached behind Britney’s head and undid the straps to the penis gag. 

“Now that you have tried a big penis, you get to try a little muff diving” Donna said as she inched forward and rubbed her pussy across Britney’s face.

“Please don’t Donna; you know I am not into girls.  Anything but this.”

“Oh really lets just see how into girls you are,” Donna said as she leaned back shoving one of her hands down Britney’s shorts and rubbing her clit.

“Oh my God, please don’t do that.  Pleaseeeeee.”

Donna ignored her feeling the sopping wetness below.  “Get licking slave.”  Donna said grabbing the back of Britney’s head and pulling her into her snatch.

Britney tried to resist but in the end it was useless.  She stuck her tongue out and licked.  The taste was different then she expected and she was soon lapping at it hungrily.  The effect was not lost on Donna who started bucking up and down on Britney’s face all the while still rubbing her pussy.  Both the girls came simultaneously. 

“Wow Britney you are one hell of a pussy licker.  You sure you have never done that before?”

Britney just stuck her tongue out at Donna.

“Oh looking for more are you.  I could call Megan.  I am sure she would love seeing you like this.”  Donna laughed.

Britney however did not.  Megan was another cheerleader on the squad and they did not get along at all.  Mostly because Megan would pursue any man Britney found remotely interesting until she had him then she would toss him aside for the next one Britney was interested in.

Britney could only imagine what Megan would do to her if she found her is her current predicament.  The thought almost brought her to another orgasm.

“You wouldn’t dare.  Not if you ever want to see me like this again.”

This stunned Donna.  “You’d let me do this again?  I had the feeling it was a one time deal.”

“Well I am still not gay, but I really like the idea of you holding the keys to my release.  Even now I am still at your mercy, and these fucking clamps continually remind me of that.”

“Oh shit Brit I totally forgot about them.  Do you want them off?”

“That is up to you Mistress.  Do you want me to have them on or off?”  Britney smiled.

“Hmm. If it is up to me, then on definitely!”  Donna laughed.

Britney groaned, but she was a slave she would do as her mistress wanted.  Plus there was nothing else she could do since she was still firmly restrained.

“I am just kidding Brit, I will take them off right now.”  Donna clamped her hand over Britney’s mouth in case she yelled and quickly removed both clamps.  Britney thrashed against her bonds the pain was intense and she wanted to rub her nipples but of course her bondage prevented that.

“Alright Brit I think that is enough for tonight.  I bet you are exhausted and I need a shower.  Let me go get the keys and I will have you out in a second.”

“You mind releasing me in the morning?  I have always wanted to sleep bound but it gets very uncomfortable and I have always released myself quickly.  If you still have the keys I have no way of getting out on my own.  Please it would mean a lot to me Mistress.”

Donna was again amazed. But quickly agreed.  “You know I wake up very horny in the morning you may be servicing me again before I release you?”

“Anything you desire Mistress.”  Britney smiled and laid back to enjoy her night in captivity at the hands of her roommate.

Just as she was falling asleep the vibrator wedged in her pussy burst to life, she had forgot that Donna still had the remote control.  This was going to be a long night….

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!