Chapter 1 - The Club

The 'Elbow Bondage Club' (EBC) was an exclusive fetish club located 38 miles outside of San Francisco. The venue was a large mansion which was owned by Julia Langly and Laura Parker, two eccentric millionaires who shared the same sexual fetish: beautiful women in stringent bondage.

The EBC was not a regular bondage club, it was 'females only'. And Julia and Laura made sure that only the most beautiful women were accepted as members. And, as the name suggested, this club was also limited to 'elbow bondage' fetishists.

As a member of the EBC one had free access to the mansion during the operating hours. There were more than 30 playrooms in which the members could act out their kinky bondage fantasies with either other club members or members of the resident staff.

The staff consisted of stunningly gorgeous, but nonetheless harsh dominatrices. They chaperoned the club members, making sure everyone played safe and abided by the rules of the house. The staff was also responsible for supplying every member with all the bondage paraphernalia, fetish clothes and shoes she could wish for.

Julia and Laura had established a 'No Woman Is Safe' rule for the EBC, meaning no member was allowed to be exclusively dominant. So at one point or another every member would eventually find herself on the receiving end. No exceptions!

Despite them being professional dominatrices, the NWIS rule also applied to staff members. Although 'Junior'- and 'Senior' club members where limited to engage staff members only as a dominant in their play, 'Premium' club members had the exclusive privilege to turn the tables on them. Once a month Premium-members could pick a dominatrix of their choice and make her a bondage slave for one hour.

Premium-members usually savored their chance for payback and really enjoyed putting those smug dominatrices in their places by tying them up extra hard. Naturally the dominatrices didn't like that practice one bit.

Nonetheless a job as a dominatrix at the EBC was in high demand because of the extraordinary pay. But Julia and Laura were picking their dominatrices very thoroughly. Only those who passed an inaugural test were allowed to participate in the actual EBC training course.


Chapter 2 - Tamee and Nicole

Tamee Darcy was admiring herself in the mirror. She was a tall redhead who could probably win every beauty pageant in the state with ease. But right now she looked more like a model right out of a fetish catalogue. A tight, red rubber dress flattered her perfect figure, thin, black stockings covered her legs and on those 6-inch stilettos she was taller than most men.

Behind Tamee, sitting on the bed, was Nicole Stanton, a drop-dead gorgeous blonde. She was wearing a white business suit with matching white stockings and stilettos. Nicole seemed to be a bit nervous.

"Don't worry, Nikki. I am sure this job interview will go well. With our looks and experience the EBC would be nuts not to hire us." Tamee sat down next to Nicole. "You are hands down the second best dominatrix I know." Nicole smirked, "You, of course, would be the best?" Tamee grinned back at Nicole, "Well, they don't call me 'Queen bitch' for nothing."

Nicole took another look at the EBC info brochure. "The only thing I am worried about is the 'no woman is safe' rule. We may have a lot of experience with bondage, but not at the receiving end."

Tamee nodded, "I'm not too keen on getting tied up either, but for the money the pay, I'll swallow my pride."

Nicole laughed, "You, strictly bound and gagged? I'd love to see that."

Tamee let out a soft moan, "Actually I have often fantasized about YOU in tight bondage."

Nicole slowly closed in on Tamee until their lips where only an inch apart. "You are allegedly the best dominatrix in town. So why don't you just force me into bondage?"

Before Tamee could reply, the doorbell rang.


Chapter 3 - An Unusal Ride

The EBC had send a luxurious limousine to pick up Tamee and Nicole. When they got into the car, they were greeted by Melissa Goldstein, personal assistant of Julia Langly and Laura Parker. Also in the car was a 30-something Asian beauty with platinum blonde hair. But she couldn't really greet them because of the bit-gag in her mouth. Tamee and Nicole immediately recognized her as Jenna Young, a fellow dominatrix.

Melissa started talking about the job interview procedure when Nicole interrupted her, asking about Jenna Young. Melissa glanced at the bound and gagged Asian girl. "Oh, she is also applying for a job as a dominatrix at the EBC."

Tamee noticed that the cuffs locking Jenna's wrists and elbows behind her back were not fluffy love cuffs but unpadded metal cuffs. "But why is she bound and gagged?"

Melissa sighed, "That's what I was going to tell you. It's standard procedure for all job applicants. Julia and Laura, the owners of the EBC, are very particular. Even though we hire you as dominatrices, you will, sooner or later, be subjected to some tight bondage yourselves."

"You are talking about the 'no woman is safe' rule, right?" Nicole was getting nervous again.

Melissa nodded, "Exactly. Our premium club members are allowed to tie up our dominatrices. This is actually the main reason why regular members decide to upgrade to a premium membership. They are more than eager for a chance to turn the tables on you guys."

Melissa opened the large, black bag beside her and took out some ropes, cuffs, leather straps and ballgags. "Alright ladies, turn around and put your arms behind your backs."

For a brief moment Tamee and Nicole shared a concerned look, but eventually they obeyed. Melissa started with Nicole, using leather straps to lash her arms together. Nicole groaned loudly as her elbows were slowly pulled closer and closer together. Melissa showed some mercy and stopped when Nicole's elbows were only an inch shy of touching. "Well, usually I would make those elbows touch. But until we arrive at the mansion this will suffice, don't you think?" Nicole could barely breath, so she just moaned thankfully.

After seeing the distress the strict elbow tie caused her friend, Tamee asked Melissa to use cuffs on her. Because the cuffs were separated by a four-inch chain, Tamee figured those wouldn't force her elbows together too tightly.

Melissa just smiled and snapped one pair of the cuffs around Tamee's wrists. But to Tamee's dismay Melissa reached for the black bag and produced what looked like two thin steel rings.

"These rings are electromagnetic. No linking chain necessary.", Melissa explained with a devilish grin as she snapped one ring around each of Tamee's elbows. "Wait, I changed my mind. I think I better go with the leather straps.", Tamee sounded agitated. "Sorry, honey!" Melissa grabbed Tamee's elbows and pushed them close together before she used her thumbs to activate the rings. With a soft "Cling" sound the rings touched, forcing Tamee's elbows extremely close together.

Nicole cringed as she heard her friend's groaning, but at the same time she felt a sexual rush go through her body. Seeing Tamee so helpless really turned her on. Tamee on the other hand seemed a little pissed. Although the harsh bondage was extremely uncomfortable she was more upset about giving up control. Tamee was a full-blooded dominatrix who has never been tied up before. Being tied like this made her feel very vulnerable.

"You girls ready for the gag?" Melissa was holding two huge ballgags in her hands. "Sorry about the big size, but unfortunately I don't have any smaller ones at my disposal."

Melissa had to push hard to get the balls behind the girls teeth, but eventually she succeeded. Nicole started drooling onto her white business suit within seconds whereas Tamee tilted her head back, trying to keep the drool in.

Melissa leaned back in her seat and smiled gleefully. "Try to relax, ladies. It's an hour long drive"


Chapter 4 - Arrival At The Mansion

The limousine pulled up right in front of the mansion's pompous entrance.
Melissa snapped a soft leather collar around each of the girls neck and used five feet long chains as leashes. The limousine driver, a stunning 6-foot tall blonde, opened the car door and helped Melissa get the three bound and gagged ladies out of the car.

Nicole, Tamee and Jenna looked totally exhausted. Nicole's white business suit showed several large, wet spots. The big ballgag has caused her to drool profusely. Tamee could barely move her arms without groaning in pain. The thin, steel rings dug deep into her porcelain skin. Jenna was lucky that Melissa had used ordinary handcuffs on her elbows, leaving her more wiggle room, thus making her bondage slightly more bearable then those of her two comrades. Nonetheless, she looked like she was going to faint any moment.

Melissa tugged on the leashes, "Come on, ladies! Don't be shy!" Like pet dogs Nicole, Tamee and Jenna were forced to follow Melissa as she led them into the mansion. Once inside, the new arrivals immediately attracted a small crowd of rubbernecks.

Tamee recognized one of the women in the crowd as Lorraine Page. She was one of Tamee's most loyal customers. For over a year now Lorraine has been booking Tamee for BDSM sessions. Just last week Tamee had been dominating and disciplining Lorraine for a full day with tight bondage, hard flogging and verbal humiliation. A gleeful smile on Lorraine's face showed that she too recognized her former tormentor. Tamee felt extremely embarrassed and tried to avoid eye contact with any of the rubbernecks.

Melissa led the three girls to an elevator, "Miss Langley's and Miss Parker's office are located on the fourth floor." Melissa was about to press the button to call for the elevator when she abruptly stopped, apparently changing her mind, "Maybe we should take the stairs?" Nicole, Tamee and Jenna shook their head in unison, clearly being against this idea. But Melissa was already heading for the stairway and after a few yanks on their leashes the three helpless girls could do nothing but follow suit.

The stairway was located prominently in the middle of the large entry hall. There was no way anyone could have missed how the three tightly bound, gagged and leashed women were forced to walk up the stairs on their 6-inch stilettos. On every floor heads turned and giggles could be heard. Nicole, Tamee and Jenna had never felt more humiliated.


Chapter 5 - A Taste Of Her Own Medicine

Without knocking Melissa pushed the large door to Julia Langley's and Laura Parker's office open. Julia and Laura were standing in front of their desks with their arms crossed, already waiting for the new guests. Julia was wearing a conservative pin-stripe business suit, whereas Laura was clad in a black leather outfit that virtually screamed 'dominatrix'.

Melissa led Nicole, Tamee and Jenna into the middle of the room and introduced them. Laura immediately noticed that Tamee had been bound with the thin, steel rings. "Why did you use the steel rings on Tamee?", Laura asked Melissa, "You know very well we only use these for punishment." Melissa stepped in front of Tamee, looked her deep in the eyes and smiled diabolically. "Well, you know her reputation.Tamee Darcy is cocky, self-absorbed and she loves punishing her slaves with the most extreme bondages. I just had to give her a taste of her own medicine and show her right away who's boss."

Julia walked to her desk, opened a drawer and took out what looked like a remote control. She aimed it at Tamee and pushed a button. The steel rings around Tamee's elbows opened and dropped onto the carpeted floor. Tamee couldn't help but scream loudly into the gag. Her elbows had been kept tied together for so long that their sudden release proved to be quite painful.

Laura picked up the rings from the floor and approached Melissa. "The problem is, you are not the boss, Melissa." Tamee watched gleefully how Laura snapped the steel rings around Melissa's elbows. Melissa knew arguing with Laura and Julia was futile, so she simply accepted her punishment. Laura activated the magnetic field of the rings and Melissa's elbows were immediately drawn together.

Five minutes later Melissa was lying tightly hogtied on Laura's desk. The harness bitgag was connected with her ankles by a very short rope, thus forcing her into an arch. Nicole, Tamee and Jenna on the other hand had been completely freed.

Julia apologized, "We are sorry that Melissa kept you bound and gagged for the entire ride. Standard procedure only requires you to get tied up once you arrive at the mansion."

Jenna couldn't get her eyes off Melissa. "How long will you keep her like this?" But before Julia could answer there was someone knocking on the door. Two women entered, pulling a dolly into the room. Laura pointed to Melissa, "Take her to the exhibition room." The two women carefully hoisted Melissa off the table and onto the dolly.

While the two women were busy handling Melissa another woman appeared at the door. Laura beckoned her to come in, "Megan, please accompany our guests to the spa." Nicole frowned, "But what about our interviews and the inaugural test?" Laura affectionately patted Melissa's cheek, "Well, thanks to Melissa here you three are currently too exhausted for the inaugural test. We'll postpone it until you have refreshed yourselves in the spa."

Before leaving Julia's and Laura's office for the spa, Tamee approached Melissa who was now lying on the dolly. She leaned forward so she could whisper into Melissa's ear, "Don't you dare think we are even. I will make you pay for all the humiliation you have put me through."


Chapter 6 - The Untouchable

Five years ago Dita DeVille had allegedly been Montreal's most expensive dominatrix. The raven-haired beauty's trademark was the seven feet long leather whip she always carried with her. And it wasn't just an accessory, she made use of it frequently in her BDSM session.

Dita's clientele consisted mostly of male business tycoons and politicians. But being a secret lesbian she felt no sexual arousal when dominating and disciplining those men. On the contrary, Dita was disgusted by them and always wore shoulder length leather gloves to avoid touching them with her bare hands. And of course no one was allowed to ever touch her. This quickly garnered her the nickname "The Untouchable".

Dita had a reputation for being an extremely harsh dominatrix, which actually was only a reflection of her loathing "playing" with men. With a M.D. degree she knew exactly what buttons to push for a maximum response. She had even developed a special technique to keep a man on the verge of an orgasm for an extended amount of time, driving him crazy to the point where he was willing to double or even triple Dita's payrate if only she would allow him to cum. Dita made use of this sneaky technique a lot and soon became wealthy enough to quit the job.

The day after Dita officially retired she got a call from Julia Langly and Laura Parker. A week later Dita was in San Francisco signing the contract to become the EBC's head mistress. For the first time Dita loved being a dominatrix as she now could fully embrace her lesbian orientation and live out her own sexual fantasies with the most beautiful women at her disposal.

5 years later Dita had effectively become the boss for the day-to-day business of the EBC. But thanks to a very competent assistant she had to spend only very little time doing paperwork in her office. Instead she prefered to wander around the mansion and watch attractive women in all types of sexy clothes play their kinky bondage games.


Chapter 7 - Bad Barbie

Dita was also responsible for enforcing the 'No Woman Is Safe' rule, something she really enjoyed doing. Today she had her eye on Maggie O'Hara, a dazzling blonde with long legs and a peculiar Barbie fetish. She always wore something pink to make her the spitting image of a Barbie doll.

Dita had been observing Maggie for nearly a month now and found herself very attracted to her. She couldn't stop fantasizing about disciplining this living Barbie doll with tight bondage and her trademark whip. Dita had been looking forward to today and had even prepared a special surprise for Maggie.

Maggie O'Hara parked her Mercedes in the mansion's parking lot. She took one last look in the rearview mirror to check her make-up before stepping out of the car. She wore a pink latex blazer, a pink knee-length pencil latex skirt and 6-inch pink patent stilettos. This was her 11th visit since she joined the EBC a month ago and she knew what that meant. Maggie was dominant by nature and up until now she had always assumed the dominant role in her "playdates". But of course she knew about the NWIS rule and that no member was allowed to be the dominant more than 10 times in a row.

Maggie had only been tied up once in her life, a month ago, when she applied for membership in the EBC. Julia Langly had personally vetted her to determine whether she met the necessary requirements. Part of the vetting process was to prove that one could handle strict elbow bondage for at least half an hour.

Maggie knew, from her yoga classes, that her elbows could easily come close together behind the back. But to her surprise, having them forced together with rope was much more difficult than she expected.

Even though Julia had been very gentle when tying Maggie's arms behind her back, she had also been very thorough, making sure that those elbows were really completely touching.

The next 30 minutes Maggie had spent standing in a corner, leashed to some sort of metal rack. In addition to her tightly bound arms she had also been gagged with a harness bit gag. Maggie had never felt so helpless and exposed as she was forced to just stand there, her drool running down her chin and dripping onto her pink patent pumps. All the while Julia had been sitting at her desk, signing papers and making phone calls, barely paying any attention to Maggie.

Maggie shook off the memory, entered the mansion and immediately spotted Dita DeVille. She was wearing a black leather dress with matching shoulder length gloves and knee-high stiletto boots. Attached to her broad belt was her signature whip. Three minutes later Maggie and Dita were in "Playroom 7", Dita's personal playroom.


Chapter 8 - Girls Of Science

Dressed in nothing but skimpy bikinis Tamee, Nicole and Jenna were relaxing in comfortable loungers near the shallow end of an indoor pool. Suddenly two women emerged from the water. Natalya Porizkova, a tall redhead, was wearing a wetsuit and Scuba gear. A long rope connected her right wrist to the waist of Allison Palmer, a stunning blonde, who was at least one head shorter than Natalya.

Allison wore only a white latex bikini and goggles. She had something in her mouth that at first glance looked like some sort of bit gag, but was actually a small breathing apparatus.

Natalya took the mouthpiece and the goggles from Allison before they both stepped out of the swimming pool. That's when Tamee, Nicole and Jenna noticed that Allison had her arms bound together behind her back with black rubber straps.

Natalya led Allison to a free lounger right next to Tamee. Allison slipped her feet into the 6-inch stiletto mules that were waiting there for her, while Natalya untied the rope around her right wrist, but only to use it to leash Allison to the armrest of the lounger.

"I want you to be a good girl and wait here for me while I change into something more comfortable." Natalya wrapped one arm around Allison's waist and pulled her close, pressing Allison's wet body against hers. With their lips no more than an inch apart Natalya whispered, "But don't you dare sit down. I have no desire to lie in a wet lounger when I'm back." Allison moaned longingly, hoping for a kiss to release some of the sexual tension she felt. But Natalya pulled back and just walked away, leaving a frustrated Allison behind.

As soon as Natalya had left Tamee introduced herself, Nicole and Jenna to Allison. To their surprise she knew who they were. "Natalya and I are the resident scientists. We have developed most of the unique sex and bondage toys you'll find here at the EBC. That's why we are always informed when there is an inaugural test for new dominatrix applicants. We need to prep the toys necessary for the test."

Allison grinned at Tamee, "I heard you actually already had an encounter with one of my toys?" Tamee looked puzzled at first but then blushed, "You mean those magnetic rings? They were absolutely brutal!"

Allison laughed, "They are supposed to be, my dear. But I have built in a safety precaution. Small infrared light sensors on the surface of the rings monitor the blood flow and a couple of additional semiconducting sensors detect the electrical impulses in the nerves. As soon as one of those parameters reaches a critical level the magnetic field shuts down automatically."

"Mine must have been defective then. My arms were totally numb, but the rings never deactivated", Tamee complained. "Numbness in the arms is normal with elbow bondage, only when they start to 'burn' it gets critical", Allison lectured. "Well, I felt only a slight tingling sensation", Tamee admitted, "but nonetheless, those rings were awfully uncomfortable and eventually caused me quite some pain." "The proper functionality of those Mag-Rings are tested twice a month", Allison assured Tamee, "Either by myself or by one of my lab assistants, like Natalya."

"Natalya is your assistant?" Nicole was surprised, "It certainly looked like she is the one in charge."

"For this playdate she indeed is. Occasionally I let her dominate me, and as you can see she doesn't go easy on me." Allison turned around to show off her bound arms. An up-close look revealed that the black rubber straps were dugging deep into Allison's skin, forcing her elbows to touch very hard.
"Ouch! This must really hurt", Jenna remarked. "It does, but in a good way." Allison winked, "Although, if Natalya doesn't untie me within the next half hour, I'll probably get very cranky."

"Then I'll just put a big gag in your mouth." Natalya has returned. Instead of the wetsuit she was now wearing a red one-piece bathing suit with matching red stiletto sandals. "In fact, I think I'm gonna gag you right now." Natalya pulled out a bag from under the lounger and produced a huge ballgag with an engraved "D" from it.

"No... not the 'Drooler'." Allison shook her head vigorously and clenched her teeth. But after a minute the ballgag was not only in her mouth but she was already drooling. Allison shot an angry look at Natalya who was now relaxing in the lounger with her eyes closed.

Nicole couldn't help but ask, "How did you get her to start drooling so fast?" Without opening her eyes Natalya answered, "The surface of the gag is impregnated with a substance that stimulates the production of saliva. Pretty Allison here won't be able to stop drooling excessively onto herself for the next 15 minutes." Allison protested strongly through the gag and stomped her feet on the ground. Natalya opened her eyes, grabbed the leash and pulled Allison down on her knees. "Behave or I'll get the cane!" Natalya patted Allison on the cheek. "I have just introduced you to BUW and this is the thanks I get?" But before Allison could retort anything Jenna interrupted, "What's BUW?"

"BUW stands for 'Bondage Under Water'. It's quite amazing." Natalya started raving about it, "Being under water is like floating through empty space. You are weightless, you feel free and easy. Now imagine being stringently bound. You cannot move, you feel utterly helpless and vulnerable. When being bound under water those two completely opposite feelings come together and create a totally new, unique sensation"

Allison started moaning sensually, remembering, while rubbing her thighs against each other. Natalya laughed, "You are just dying to cum, aren't you?" Allison nodded and pleaded with her eyes. Natalya smiled devilishly, "Lucky you. I finished the prototype of our 'LubriGasm' cream last night Let's see if you enjoy it as much as I did."

Natalya put some transparent cream on her fingers before slipping her hand into Allison's latex panty. All the while she explained to Tamee, Nicole and Jenna, "Instead of inducing an orgasm mechanically with a vibrator or a dildo, LubriGasm does it chemically. The cream consists of the same chemicals and hormones that are released by the brain during sexual arousal and intercourse. Of course we had to add a few other ingredients, but basically we are just copying mother nature. Although, I couldn't resist to improve the natural formula a bit."

With her friend's fingers gently rubbing and even penetrating her most sacred body part, Allison could feel she was only moments away from getting the sexual relieve she was so desperately yearning for. But to her dismay Natalya retreated her hand just seconds before she could reach orgasm. In futile prostest she groaned loudly into her gag.

"Don't be so impatient, sweetheart. I promise, once the cream has been absorbed by the tissue you'll be cumming harder and longer then ever before." Natalya grabbed the leash and pulled Allison close, "And when you do, I want you to look at my face."

It took about two minutes until intense pleasure waves swept through Allison's body, causing her to quiver and scream in ecstasy. But these were only a precursor to what was to come. Allison looked straight into Natalya's eyes when the big tsunami wave hit her. The absolute sexual bliss it gave her seemed to last an eternity, and all Allison could think about was how beautiful Natalya was.

Chapter 9 - Tit For Tat (added: 06/10/2009)

Maggie was stunned. She was standing in a large, fully mirrored room. Not just the four walls, but also the ceiling and the floor were entirely covered with big mirrors. And due to that she couldn't just see one, but multiple mirror images of herself. At first it made her a little dizzy, but her brain adapted quickly to this new environment.

Being a vain person Maggie instantly fell in love with this room, as she could see herself from all kinds of different angles without having to contort her body.

Maggie's thoughts were interrupted by a jovial, yet firm voice, "Mirror, mirror on the wall, who has been the naughtiest of them all?" Dita smirked as she circled Maggie.

Maggie just smiled back. She had learned about Dita's infatuation for her a while ago and had decided to take advantage of it. She knew, if she played her cards right she could push her own mischievous agenda.

Four weeks ago Maggie first noticed that Dita was observing her more closely than other members. She shrugged it off as standard procedure. It seemed logical that new members were watched with scrutiny in their first week. But then she overheard snippets of a conversation between Yukie Toyama, Dita's personal assistant, and Natalya from the science lab. Apparently Dita wanted some custom made toys that would match with Maggie's Barbie fetish.

The next day Yukie received an invitation for a playdate from Maggie. Being a former ballet dancer Yukie didn't just have a perfect figure but also an above average flexible body. Nonetheless she rarely received offers for playdates. Probably because she was only known as Dita's assistant and therefore considered by many as off-limits. Hence Yukie was more than happy to accept Maggie's invitation.

Two days later Yukie was dressed in a french maid uniform, ready to serve her new mistress. Maggie took full advantage of Yukie's great flexibility and put her in a suspended pretzel hogtie that was so strict that the heels of her expensive Ferragamo stilettos were actually touching the back of her head. In addition she was gagged with an O-ring, because Maggie loved french kissing her victims.

The tight ropes, the suspension, the sensual touch of a beautiful woman... Yukie was on cloud nine. She felt a strong urge to please her mistress every which way, afraid that otherwise the sexual bliss would end.

Maggie recognized the look in Yukie's eyes. It was the look of total surrender. Maggie smiled.

After the playdate with Yukie Maggie now knew for sure that Dita had developed a strong infatuation for her. Unfortunately Yukie didn't have any information on those custom toys that Dita had ordered other than their due date.

Yukie did spill the beans about another secret though. Dita had a copy of the video that showed Maggie being thoroughly vetted by Julia Langley. And apparently Dita enjoyed watching the part where Maggie was strictly elbow bound and bitgagged the most. A screenshot from that video, where Maggie was drooling profusely onto herself, had even become Dita's desktop wallpaper.

Maggie couldn't help but chuckle when she heard that. "If Miss DeVille wants to tie me up so badly, maybe I should let her", Maggie thought to herself, "But it will sure cost her a steep price."

The sharp sound of Dita's whip cracking transported Maggie's mind back to the present.

"You have been naughty, Miss O'Hara!" Dita cocked her head and gave Maggie a condescending look. "During your last ten visits to the mansion you have always assumed the dominant role, never allowing anyone to turn the tables on you."

Maggie smiled tauntingly, "Well, correct me if I'm wrong, Miss DeVille, but doesn't the NWIS rule state 'You must not be dominant MORE than 10 times in a row'? That would mean, as long as I allow someone to tie me up today, on my 11th visit, I won't violate the NWIS rule."

"I know your type very well, Miss O'Hara. Your vanity won't allow you to submit to just anyone. And certainly not to someone you look down on." Dita teetered in her stiletto boots to the wall closest to her and pushed lightly against the mirror. Silently a part of the mirror opened up to reveal a hidden compartment where an assorted collection of bondage paraphernalia were displayed on shelfs. "Your pride demands that nothing less than a strong authority figure may have the privilege to turn you into a helpless damsel in distress", Dita continued.

"Miss DeVille, you are not suggesting that I pick you for the job, are you?" Maggie played dumb. "Don't you have a busy schedule? Could you even spare the time to play with me?"

Dita grabbed two pink leather straps and approached Maggie. "My dear, for you I would take the whole day off."

To Maggie's satisfaction Dita behaved exactly like she expected. "There is only one little caveat, Miss DeVille. I have already promised your assistant Yukie that I would let her be the one to tie me up today", Maggie lied.

Dita was stumped for a second. "Yukie? Trust me, there is no way someone as nice as her could tame a vixen like you." Maggie laughed, "Well, I am willing to reconsider my choice... under one condition."

Dita smiled knowingly, "Oh, I'm pretty sure I can guess what you are after". She offered the two leather straps she was holding to Maggie. "To be honest, I would have been dissapointed if you hadn't tried to play this card".

Maggie took the leather straps with a triumphant look on her face. "So what time limit do you suggest? One hour?"

Dita walked back to the wall and pushed against another part of the mirror. A panel with different colored buttons revealed itself. Dita pushed the yellow button and a large LED display embedded within the mirror showed the current time.

"Tit for tat, Miss O'Hara". Dita pointed at the clock. "Every minute I have to spend as your plaything, you will later equally spend as mine. So choose wisely how long you want to keep me tied up."

Maggie placed the pink leather straps back on the shelf. "How long our session will last won't depend solely on me, Miss DeVille. It will also depend to a great extent on your stamina." Maggie cautiously knocked at the mirror wall. "I hope these mirrors don't break easily."

"The mirrors in this room are special polycarbonate mirrors with a titanium nitride overcoat, making them not only extremely scratch resistant, but also virtually unbreakable", Dita reassured Maggie. "So don't you worry, Miss O'Hara, no matter what you do, you won't be able to break the mirrors... or me."

"You better not challenge me, Miss DeVille", Maggie grinned amused, "I have something in store for you I know you won't like."


Chapter 10 – Hard Cock Café (added: 12/04/2009)

The Hard Cock Café was located on the fourth floor. It was one of two restaurants the mansion maintained. The name came from the peculiar shaped drinking vessels the drinks were severed in.

For a woman, with her arms bound behind her back, it was usually very hard to drink from a regular glass without spilling anything. But instead of simply using a straw, a different, kinkier method had been devised by the mansion's head scientist Allison Palmer.

The drinking vessels used at the Hard Cock Café were custom built, hollow 8-inch dildos. They had been designed to look and feel like the real thing. This was achieved by the use of a synthetic skin that was made out of several layers of different polymers and artificial collagen. A complicated network of small, air filled tubes and pockets mimicked veins and muscle contractions. A top layer of flesh like silicone made the illusion perfect. The testicles had been filled with sand though, making it possible for the dildo to stand erect on a table without tipping over.

Now, if a woman wanted to drink from such a dildo she could simply wrap her lips around its tip and suck, just like with a straw.

But most women preferred the second method, as it was more fun: by wrapping her lips firmly around the dildo and moving them up and down the shaft, the air in the small tubes and pockets was moved back and forth, thus creating a pump like effect, that was used to shoot the liquid contained within the dildo right into the woman's mouth.

The rule at the Hard Cock Café was, every woman who came for just a drink or a chat would get her arms strapped firmly together behind her back. Only women who were also having a meal would be allowed to stay untied.

For a newcomer to the Café it would have certainly been a bizarre sight to see so many tightly bound women with their lips wrapped around a dildo, pumping it for an ejaculation.

But the Hard Cock Café had more to offer than just dildo shaped drinking vessels. The south wall of the Café consisted of a giant glass front, with a breathtaking view over the mansion's vast park area.

To the left, one could see the pony stables. During the day there were always a couple of woman in fetish attire standing outside the stables, leashed to a wooden rack, their arms welded together behind their backs in snug leather armbinders and bit gags in their mouths.

These ponies were just waiting for someone to take them for a walk or fasten them to a one-person carriage for a ride around the park.

But beside the spectacular view over the park, the Hard Cock Café featured another attraction. Opposite the glass front was another glass wall, giving guests the opportunity to look into the adjacent room, the Exhibition Room.
The Exhibition Room was the place where EBC members that had violated the house rules were publicly punished and humiliated.

Right now Melissa Goldstein was being punished for her earlier misconduct. She was standing on a slowly rotating platform, her back to a vertical pole that was anchored firmly to the platform. Her elbows were drawn together behind the pole by Mag-Rings. For her wrists regular handcuffs had been used.

Melissa's distressed moans were muffled by a huge ballgag that caused her to drool all over herself. Being put on display like this was awfully humiliating for her. As the personal assistant of the mansion's owners, she was a person of authority, a person to look up to. But now, presented like this, she had been degraded to a mere sex object.

Melissa could see the malicious joy of the women on the other side of the glass. They were taunting her, smirking and gloating. They were clearly getting off on Melissa's predicament.

Because it happened so rarely, the news of a staff member being displayed in the Exhibition Room spread fast. The higher the member was in the hierarchy, the more rubbernecks would gather to gloat.

"My, my, my, what have you done to deserve this, sweetheart?" A blue haired beauty with a melodic voice had just entered the Exhibition Room.

Melissa couldn't see the woman because she was currently facing away from the door, but she immediately recognized the voice. Tamsin Blue, British fetish model extraordinaire. Her trademarks were her blue hair and her blue outfits, which were custom made by her own fashion designer in London.

Right now Tamsin was wearing a knee-length denim skirt with a matching skin tight top that revealed a voluptuous cleavage. Blue dyed leather boots completed her cowgirl like look.

Tamsin used her left foot to step on a button right next to the platform, causing it to stop rotating.

Melissa was now face to face with Tamsin. She tried to say something, but instead only more drool came out of her mouth.

"Oh, you don't have to say it, darling," Tamsin grinned devilishly, "I know what you want..."

She grabbed Melissa's hair, yanked her head back and whispered in her hear, "... or better, what you don't want."

Tasmin spun Melissa around so she could inspect her arms. "Well, it shouldn't be much longer until the Mag-Rings deactivate and your punishment is over."

Tamsin walked to a glass cabinet that contained all kinds of dildos and vibrators. "Luckily, I know exactly how to make you cum quickly."

Melissa moaned in despair. She gazed over the gathered crowd in the Hard Cock Café. All those women, most of them tightly bound themselves, would be witnessing her forced orgasm.