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BONDAGE CLUB Chapter 1 THE INITIATION (A Fictional Story) © Copyright 2010 - Ruthie She was new in town with a good job transfer and the chance to make new friends. Her fondness for bondage and thoughts of meeting people with similar interests led her to a bondage chat room. The chat room people were bright and interesting and the anonymity allowed people to share their secret desires with others. Of course the men found her interesting, but she found a good group of women too. They were warm, friendly and understanding and called themselves the "Chatroomgirls". They all seemed to understand her impulses and desires and respected her wish for privacy. She felt that they had become her friends. After some time, the Chatroomgirls told her that they were all members of an exclusive bondage club and invited her to join. It was a very private club that discretely held events. She decided to join thinking that she would meet fellow enthusiasts in a safe place where she already knew someone. Meeting people with the same interests made sense. The Chatroomgirls told her that there was a special initiation ceremony that officially welcomed new people to the club. Attendance was usually up on that night and she would get to meet everyone. The club sounded interesting and private. No one outside would know that she had been there. Besides, she had never given the Chatroomgirls her real name. What could go wrong? They hadn't even asked her for money to join. She followed directions to the club and found it in a quiet but clean industrial area. It was a simple building that looked much like a warehouse with no sign outside. “Maybe rent is cheap or the location is secluded at night,” she thought. By the look of the cars outside, some of which were expensive, she thought that the inside must be nice. The door opened automatically when she rang the bell letting her into a small plain hallway. She entered, the street door closed and another door to a small room opened. "Good security," she thought as she walked into the small room and the door closed behind her. The room was much like a cell with a small bed, a toilet, a full length mirror and a small closet. A computer screen and a keyboard were set into one wall. The room was small and quiet and she began to feel nervous until a welcome message popped up on the screen. It was her friends, the Chatroomgirls. They told her that she was going to go through the bondage club initiation and that she would not get hurt. They reminded her that they were all friends. If she wanted to she could leave right away. All she had to do was just say "yes" and the door would open. She was excited and curious and agreed to the initiation. They told her to remove her clothes and shoes and to put on a simple cotton smock that she found hanging in the closet. She placed her clothes in the closet and closed the door. The door locked as she closed it. “Nice touch,” she thought, “I can’t get my clothes back.” The cotton smock was clean, starched and was a little snug but she squeezed into it. She checked out how she looked in the mirror. The snug smock looked good on her butt and boobs and was very simple, almost like something in a women's prison movie or a medical fetish nurse’s dress. It matched the cell theme she thought. The screen showed another message. The Chatroomgirls gave her one more chance to turn back but encouraged her to go on. She replied that she wanted to go on, she was intrigued and wanted to know what awaited her. A cabinet door opened and inside she saw bondage equipment. The Chatroomgirls asked her to find the heavy metal ankle cuffs and to lock them on. She knew that she was throwing caution to the wind but she liked how heavy and secure those ankle cuffs felt. The thick six inch chain let her take small steps. She stood up and checked out how she looked in the mirror and smoothed the smock with her hands. It was very snug and every time she breathed her boobs got squashed. The next message from the Chatroomgirls told her that they were having fun and asked her to lock on the heavy metal collar. She lifted her hair and put the heavy collar around her neck and snapped it closed. Once again she checked herself out. The heavy ankle cuffs looked good on her and the collar was a good fit and was exciting. She asked the Chatroomgirls if they were going to see her in the chains. They didn’t answer. She thought that she looked good in the mirror, maybe the mirror was tinted or the lighting in the cell was slightly pink. There was a heavy chain with an open padlock dangling from what seemed to be a track in the ceiling and the Chatroomgirls told her to padlock the chain to the collar. The Chatroomgirls were very reassuring and told her that they couldn’t wait for the initiation to begin. Of course once again she checked herself out in the mirror. How would she look struggling? Like a maiden in distress. She leaned back against the chain and looked at herself in the mirror. She was thrilled by her imprisonment which was getting more difficult by the minute. Her excited breathing was making her breasts move against the stiff fabric of the smock. The last bondage equipment in the cabinet was a heavy canvas bag and a heavy pair of wrist manacles. She read her last instructions from the Chatroomgirls. Two more things. They told her to take the stiff canvas bag from the shelf and pull it over her head and to buckle the webbing strap comfortably around her neck. They told her that everything was ready for the ceremony and that they were excited to see her. "Follow the last two instructions... Then... leave the rest to us," they said. The bag smelled clean and was comfortable. She couldn’t see and sounds were muffled but she could breathe comfortably. Her senses were overwhelmed. She had gone to a strange place and followed instructions from someone she had never met and now was turned on as never before. Her senses were isolated magnifying her feelings as she rubbed and caressed her own body in the smock. She thought she could hear if someone came in and put her hand between her legs. She felt excited and knew this was her last chance for an orgasm before she put the handcuffs on. She could see nothing but listened intently as she enjoyed her release. Her last act of obedience was to reach for the heavy duty handcuffs on the shelf in front of her and to put them on behind her back. Now she couldn’t see herself in the mirror and could only imagine how hot she looked. She wriggled and pulled back against the neck chain, tried to spread her feet but couldn’t and tugged against the handcuffs but they were on securely. Everything was completed. She was excited and felt deliciously vulnerable. It was like being held captive in a dungeon. She struggled, the chains felt overwhelming and the smock felt snug which made her think that she must have looked sexier than if she were naked. Men like tight clothes on women. They especially like helpless women. But there were women in the bondage club too. Or were they really men pretending to be women? Now she had time to think, that was all she could do at this point. She thought that it was so easy for men to pretend to be women online. She wondered if the whole thing was an elaborate trap for a vulnerable woman. She would feel much safer if there were women in the club. Feel safer? What had she done? Finally she realized that she was in trouble. She was held in ankle chains, heavy handcuffs, collar chain and a hood. There was no way she could resist. But should she resist? What would she be resisting? She didn't know what was coming next but was sure that the men in the club would go wild over her helpless body in the snug smock. That was a thrill. But why were the women interested in her joining too? Were they recruiters for the club looking for innocent single girls? What was this initiation ceremony she had agreed to without details? Then she realized that she didn't even know the name of the club. She had left no message for anyone looking for her, she was alone and helpless. “Think girl, think...” They would not have made her put on the snug cotton smock if they were really going to abuse her. At least she wasn't naked, sexier looking than naked though. Then it occurred to her that the mirror in the cell may have been a two way mirror. A blush came to her face under the thick canvas bag and she gave a little squirm after she felt a twinge deep between her legs. They must have been watching, watching her naked and touching herself as she followed their instructions. She was still standing waiting, alone in the cell. The collar chain prevented her from sitting down. What was going to happen now she wondered? How long was she going to be here? Were the members of the club getting ready for the ceremony? What was the initiation ceremony? She was completely vulnerable. Was someone going to come into the cell and grope her or do something worse? A slight sound caught her attention as the chain padlocked to her collar began to tighten and she felt a gentle rush of air as she realized that the door was opening in front of her. As the chain on the overhead track moved slowly away from her with a slight rumble she had no choice but to step forward with her bare feet. She was being led somewhere, she couldn't see, out of the cell and along a hallway. After what seemed like some distance she realized that she could hear the sounds of people in another room, the sounds of a party, people having fun. Where was she being taken? The hallway was cooler than the cell and she was feeling her nipples trying to burst through the snug cotton smock. At the end of the hallway she felt the chain rumble to a door which opened as she went through. The crowd noise rose to a cheer. "Here she is!" became the chant above the feverish throb of loud music. She felt thick carpet beneath her feet and sensed that she was in a large room with a huge crowd of cheering people. She was trapped and with no where to go, no escape, she could not turn back. She had become an emotional sacrifice. She felt excited that she had no chance to be shy and no way to protect herself. The chain on the track continued at a slower pace making her shuffle slowly through the jubilant friendly crowd. They were close, crowding around her and she had to squeeze her way through. She could tell that there were men and women, the crowd noise was intense, an orgy of excitement. They made flattering comments and touched her. They groped her and checked her chains. Unseen fingers on her nipples made them harder and as she shook them off more hands arrived. Grasping hands were on her buttocks and up and down her legs. Arms were around her waist. She found everything wildly exciting. All she could do was shuffle slowly in the heavy ankle cuffs following the chain on the track. Her hands were securely cuffed behind her back, she had done it to herself, and she could not protect herself from the groping crowd. The bondage club members were welcoming her with exuberance and poured their drinks over her shoulders and smeared food on her body in the sensuous crush of people. She was hugged, squeezed and nibbled and unknown fingers explored her most private places and all she could do was shuffle slowly behind the chain. They were very gentle and kind but they crowded and pressed their bodies against her. She felt flattered and loved, caressed, grabbed and crazy. Overwhelmed with emotion and extasy she felt another orgasm while struggling, lunging and writhing her way through the crowd in her chains. Breathing heavily in the hood she could see nothing but she felt as if she had done a long slow circuit of a large room. The chain on the track picked up speed a little and seemed to be taking her away from the celebration. She was sorry to leave but she had no choice. The sounds of the bondage club crowd grew fainter with cries of goodbye. She went along the hallway again, alone and cool, back into the cell. As the door closed behind her she felt the shelf in front of her. She reached from behind with her hands in the handcuffs and felt around until she found the keys. She removed the hood, her hair was a mess. Her hands were shaking and she was trembling. She was emotionally exhausted. She removed the chains and looked at herself in the mirror. The snug smock still looked good, drink and food stains everywhere and her boobs rising as she breathed deeply. The closet containing her clothes was open. She slipped on her shoes and carried her clothes and the canvas bag. Though she felt emotionally drained, she wore the snug cotton smock proudly as a badge of courage. The doors opened and she went out alone into the night air. All the cars were gone. The streets were empty and quiet. She looked back at the featureless building and then walked home. Ruthie (You can send story suggestions, fiction and artwork to FictionandArtwork @ gmail.com)
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