Sold For Pleasure Vol. 3

“As long as no one is trying to tie us up,” Bettie said while raising her glass. “Promise us that.”

“I absolutely promise no one is going to touch you without permission, and they certainly won’t harm you,” she promised.

“Good,” I said. “I guess we’ll get ready after dinner.”

I was going to need a lot more wine before leaving the house.

The three of us stood in front of the entrance to Latex Underground, a fetish club in Chicago that apparently boasted live BDSM shows and caged dancing. Much of it looked like a gimmick to bring in tourists, but it also appeared to be heavily saturated with real leather people. I had never seen such a thing in my life. The line on the sidewalk was decorated with people in leather suits, skirts, fishnets, and collars. Many of them appeared to be alternative.

Courtney regarded the line with a smile and then walked straight to the man who was guarding the door. His muscles flexed as he crossed his arms over his chest, watching the line closely to make sure no one was getting rowdy. He perked up when Courtney approached.

“My little honey bee,” he said sweetly while wrapping his massive ebony arms around her. “Who are these two fine ladies behind you?”

“These are my sisters,” Courtney replied. “They’ve just returned from vacation.”

“You all look wonderful. Come on in,” he said while pulling the rope aside.

The inside was a mess of colored lights and grinding bodies, cages lining the stage with people inside dancing. I admired the way their bodies moved, nodding my head to the progressive music. It sounded transient, like it was going to carry me away from the crowd and up into the clouds. Courtney led us to the bar where she ordered martinis. We scoped the crowd dancing near the bar.

“This is wild,” I shouted over the music.

“It gets even better. Come on!” she said while grabbing my hand.

Bettie clung to my dress, trying hard not to get lost in the mixture of people. We were led to a black door towards the end of the stage where Courtney knocked. A small window opened and Courtney said something into it, the door opening immediately. The three of us filed in and turned to face a masked man holding a whip. He pointed to another door. We followed Courtney, fearful of what might be happening, and entered another room lined with all sorts of equipment. A few people occupied the space.

“Ladies,” she said. “Welcome to The Dungeon.”

Chapter Five

We looked around in awe, noticing how no one was bound in rope. There was one bed, a doctor’s table, and a cross that towered menacingly against the wall. It all looked incredibly intimidating, the lights dimmed to give the room an eerie glow. Candles were lit on the mantel at the far end of the room and I felt inexperienced next to the couple who was being whipped. The man whipping them turned with a grin, holding out his arm to hug Courtney.

“Hello, little dove,” he said. “Who are your friends?”

“These are my sisters Sammy and Bettie,” she replied.

“Hello, Sammy and Bettie. I’m Master Mike,” he said.

“Hello,” we both said timidly.

“Don’t be shy. Feel free to use the space as you please. As long as you have consent, we will not bother you,” he said.

We nodded and smiled politely. Courtney led us over to the doctor’s table and asked which of us wanted to play the part of the patient. I looked up at Bettie. She had always been the bottom in most play scenes, so I volunteered myself.

“Great. Just lie down and relax. We’ll strap you in,” Courtney explained.

I climbed on the table and relaxed into the soft leather, the straps wrapping perfectly around my wrists and feet. My heart was racing. I trusted Courtney and Bettie with my entire being, otherwise I wouldn’t allow them to do this to me. It was both exciting and frightening – I couldn’t wait to see what would happen next. Courtney peered down into my eyes and smoothed some hair from my face.

“Are you good?” she asked.

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied.

“If you feel uncomfortable at any point, just say the word ‘blue,’” she instructed. “We’ll get you out quickly if we need to.”

I nodded, watching as she grabbed a gag from the table nearby. Seeing it triggered my memories of Claus and Bettie watched me carefully as Courtney wrapped it around my lips. I gulped. Bettie took my hand as Courtney adjusted the straps to prop my legs up. She p

eered under my dress.

“I thought I told you not to wear panties,” she said. “We’ll just have to take care of that. Nurse, will you grab the scissors?”