They unzipped their respective bags and each removed a large black vibrator and smaller black anal plug, along with some kind of strappy harness and a small tube of lubricant. They busied themselves clipping their harnesses into place around their waists. The harnesses were made of two strips of leather sewn together to resemble a pair of thong panties. The first strip fit around the waist like a belt. The second, wider strip fit between the legs, the front piece adjustable with a Velcro strip to press into place at the waist once the toys were seated.
They took turns, Anna first inserting Layla’s anal plug and then the vibrator, finally securing both toys in the harness. Then Layla did the same for Anna. They did this quickly and efficiently, each handling the insertions with apparent ease, save for a slight wince as the anal plug was pushed home.
Jess watched the girls ministering to one another, aware she was next and determined to accept the toys with the same grace.
Layla turned to Jess as Anna removed the third canvas bag from the duffel, this one pink and white. “Ready, sweetheart?” Layla asked, her eyes kind. “You can handle a butt plug, yes?”
“Yes,” Jess asserted staunchly. Still, she couldn’t quite quell her apprehension as Anna pulled out a shrink-wrapped anal plug and removed the outer packaging. “If you use a lot of lube,” she added.
“Of course,” Layla agreed. She took a third harness from Master Kevin’s gear bag and helped Jess to step into it. The leather was softer than it looked, and had an adjustable waist, which Layla fiddled with until it fit Jess snugly. For the moment, the second strap hung down behind her back like a tail.
Anna smeared a generous amount over the shiny black head of the plug and handed it to Layla, who crouched behind Jess. “Bend over,” she instructed, “and spread those ass cheeks for me.”
Master Kevin was watching the three of them with an indulgent, amused expression. It appeared he loved and enjoyed his subs, and they him. That knowledge served to relax Jess, at least a little. This guy, she reminded herself, wasn’t just some asshole at a public club wearing the uniform without any underlying expertise or authority. He was a true Master to two women who genuinely seemed to adore him.
A small crowd had gathered around the scene station, people murmuring quietly as they waited for the action to begin. Jess resisted her urge to scan the crowd for Master Cameron. Had he even bothered to tag along to watch? Or was he already scening with someone else?
Refusing to succumb to her urge to seek him out, she kept her eyes down as she focused on relaxing her body enough to accept the plug. Layla was gentle and careful, and it barely hurt as it penetrated, save for that last moment when the flared base was pushed home.
Once the plug was seated, Anna crouched in front of her, a large penis-shaped vibrator in her hands. “Just relax,” Anna crooned. “There’s plenty of lube.”
Anna gently eased the large, lubricated dildo into Jess. She grunted as it stretched her from the inside out. But once it was in, it felt just fine.
Now trussed like the others, Jess stood between Anna and Layla, her heart tapping wildly in her chest. Master Kevin moved to stand in front of the three women.
He turned to the crowd standing along the perimeter of the station. “My beautiful darlings have recently had their nipples pierced. While they’re fully healed, they’re still very tender. I’m going to attach clamps to their nipple hoops, the chains of which this lovely young newbie is going to hold in her mouth. Every time she jerks or moves in any way, it’s going to tug on my poor babies’ tender nipples.”
Turning back to regard Jess, he said with mock seriousness, though his eyes were still twinkling merrily, a hint of a smile curving his lips, “My slaves’ fates are in your hands. No matter what I do to you, your job is to stand absolutely still and take it.” His voice, playful until then, hardened as he added, “A warning. If you drop either chain from your mouth, I’ll whip you until you bleed. Got that, pleasure sub?”
A lump of fear rose in Jess’s throat. Holy fucking shit. She wasn’t in Kansas anymore, that was for sure. This place was a BDSM Oz like nothing she’d imagined. She swallowed hard as she girded her courage. She was scared, yes, but also incredibly excited, and eager to test herself in front of the crème de la crème of the New York BDSM scene.
“Yes, Sir,” she managed, her voice quavering in spite of her determination.
Jess had engaged in predicament bondage before, where the sub had to choose between two difficult, erotically painful outcomes. But the play had always been one-on-one. She’d never been made responsible for inflicting pain on others in order to avoid pain herself. She glanced anxiously from Anna to Layla but neither was looking at her. They were both regarding Master Kevin with what looked like pure adoration.