“How does this work?” You ask nervously.

The Indian lass grins as she looks over your haughtily restrained body. She stands shorter than you and her pierced pink nipples grow plump as she eyes you. “Hmmm. Sarah brought you... She checks the traps... anyone found in them can end up here, amongst other places. Everyone here knows that. But first timers and **** subs end up here... There is a floor with subs in various bondage restraints where your orifices can be taken by all and sundry... another with pet play... you did read the Vanilla Alternative’s user guidelines, right?” She asked in a hushed voice. “Oh my god. You fucked up didn’t you?”

“Of course I read them. I intended to cum here.” You respond. You’d skimmed it. Perhaps you should have paid it more heed. As you stand there you realise your nose has an itch you can’t scratch. You try and blow on it.

“So you know, if you take a submissive role then you are required to continue that role until the club closes. That’s at 3 am. After that you can go home... or to your owners home. That’s where the real fun starts... Now dominants will bid on us. Because Sarah brought you they’ll want to know if you’re a voluntary sub or a **** one... which trap were you in?” She asks. “I like to restrain myself on one of the bondage beds. It takes some skill, trust me... Sometimes a Domme will find me naked and restrained there and take me before Sarah finds me. I like to act like I didn’t know what I was doing... it tends to turn them on more.... but judging from the door you came from... you were being impaled on the fuck machine.” She runs a hand down your flank teasingly. “Curiosity got the better of you huh? I wish I could have seen that...”

You blushed as your disgrace is revealed. “I didn’t know it was a trap. I was just curious,” you protest as your face fidgets. Itchy.

She laughs. “Hmmm. I do wish I’d found you. Don’t worry though.”