I knew I was in for a strange experience the moment my Mistress, Barbara, had me climb into the back of her pickup truck.
It was late afternoon on a pleasant day, and she had dressed me earlier in a rather pretty, frilly outfit. Now she commanded, "Lay down on your belly here, girl," pointing to the rear bed of the truck. As I did so, she took hold of my right wrist and ankle and tied them together. Then she tied my left wrist to my left ankle, and both sets to each other. I was efficiently hogtied. She gave me a smiling look, and climbed into the driver's seat.
As she started the engine, I thought to myself, "She can't possibly be planning to drive me around in public like this."
I underestimated her.
She pulled out onto the highway, and drove as if this were the most natural thing in the world -- transporting a bound woman down the road. I tried to remain perfectly still. I hoped the other drivers would just assume I was an artificial figure, maybe some sort of decoration. At least the cool air rushing over my face helped to dispel the heat of the embarrassment that was causing me to flush.
After a while, my Mistress turned into a back alley, and stopped at the rear entrance to a large building. She honked the horn. To my amazement, at this signal the rear door opened and out walked a huge man. He walked up to the truck, and looked down at me.
I saw no evidence of surprise in his expression. He reached over the side of the truck, and easily hoisted me into his arms. I did not even hear him give a grunt of effort. I thought about protesting at this point, but it would have been useless. My Mistress was obviously delivering me. This was her plan.
The man carried me back through the door from which he had emerged. As we entered the building, my head was swiveling all around, trying to understand where I was. Finally I saw a few familiar things. This was the bondage club! I had never seen the rear entrance before.
Still holding me, the man stopped, apparently waiting for something. I took this opportunity to ask, as politely as I could, "What are you doing with me, sir?"
"You will learn. All in good time," he answered tersely. That was the totality of his speech to me.
Ultimately, my Mistress joined us, having finished parking the truck. "The center room I think, Bill," she instructed him.
Bill carried me down the hallway to the room she had designated. People that we passed looked at me rather curiously. Some of them were obviously submissives, judging from their clothing (or lack thereof) and their collars and cuffs. Others radiated the aura of assurance that I had come to associate with the Dominants. Some of these were friends, or at least acquaintances. Some were complete strangers. A few were people who, for one reason or another, had come to dislike me. There must have been some big event going on here at the club, for so many people to be assembled at the same time.
When we entered the center room, it was unoccupied at that moment, much to my relief. I thought briefly that I might finally be untied. But that thought quickly died as Bill and my Mistress proceeded to attach me to a complex series of ropes that ultimately were threaded through a pulley up at the center of the ceiling.
But before they applied the ropes, Bill held me firmly in his arms as my Mistress took a pair of scissors and proceeded to snip away my frilly outfit! Piece by piece parted in the jaws of the scissors. I could not help but gasp as my tits swung free, and moments later my pussy lost the cloth that had encased it! I looked down at the floor below me, and saw the scraps that formerly had covered these intimate parts of my body, piled on the rest of my former outfit.
Now naked, still hogtied, I was trussed into suspension. Bill and my Mistress were obviously experts at this, I could tell. When they finished, I was hanging with little discomfort other than that caused by my wrists being tied to my ankles. My weight was evenly distributed on the supporting ropes.
For one final touch, Mistress Barbara fetched a bent rod of metal, which she then attached to the insides of my knees, where it could act as a miniature spreader bar. From its shape and placement, I could tell it was designed to keep my knees far apart from each other, but not interfere with anyone that wished clear access to my pussy, or even my ass. I admit that latter thought made me swallow nervously. Of course, the ropes did not prevent access to my dangling breasts at all.
His job done for the moment, Bill left us. My Mistress came to stand in front of me, cupped my chin in her hand, and looked into my eyes as she explained what was going on.
"The club is having a series of contests this evening. In some of the contests, Masters and Mistresses are competing against their own submissives. In others, submissives are competing against one another. The winner of any given contest gets a prize -- you. I have volunteered you as my gift to the club for this event.
"As a contest ends, the winner gets to enter this room, and spend a certain amount of time with you, doing whatever he or she wishes. Other people may lounge in the room, observing. But anyone who has not won a competition may not touch you. They may only watch. Of course, this may inspire some of them to compete harder in their own event, so they too can have access to you."
"But Mistress, some of these people really don't like me," I protested softly.
"Then you had better hope that they do not win," she said with a chuckle. She went over to a quiet corner and sat down, picking up a magazine. I was very grateful that she did not leave me alone.
From time to time, people entered the room. None of them were winners yet, it seemed. I guessed they wanted to have a good look at the prize, as I hung there in my humiliating position. Some sat and chatted with my Mistress. These may have been waiting for the first winner to arrive.
There were five people in the room when the door opened, and the first winner entered. To my dismay, she was a girl who for some reason had taken an instant dislike to me, and she had made it clear several times how angry she was with me. Perhaps because her Master often remarked how lovely I was whenever he saw me. I tried to tell the girl that I was doing nothing to encourage him, but she would not listen or accept my innocence.
She virtually skipped over to a table of implements, and selected a long slender cane, which she then swished violently through the air. My heart sank as she stalked over to me, brandishing it.
"I have you in my power for 5 minutes", she crowed. "It is unfortunate that the way you are trussed prevents me from easily getting at your buttocks. This will have to do."
Stating that, she then whipped the cane in an arc that terminated with it striking harshly across the soles of my feet! The pain shocked me to my core, halting my breathing for a moment. I was trying to draw breath to scream when the second blow fell. And a third. I finally managed to start screaming, aware that all the eyes in the room were watching intently. I never knew 5 minutes could be such an infinitely long time. Just before her time was up, she slashed the cane across each of my defenseless, dangling breasts!
Finished, she sashayed back to the table to return the cane to its place. Walking back to me, she took my chin in her hand looking into my tear stained eyes and asked, "How was that, honey?"
Through gritted teeth I managed to answer, "Some day you will be the prize, and I will be the winner, and my memory is excellent." Upon hearing this, I believe her face blanched and her eyes widened in fear. It was a little difficult to tell, through my curtain of tears.
She left, and I hung quietly for a while, the pain gradually subsiding. People came and left. After several minutes, the next winner arrived: a naked male submissive, led in on a leash held by his Mistress.
She displayed him to the people currently in the room. She said, "My stud here did well. I congratulate him in your presence," as she unleashed him.
