Winging It

Amber lets out a huff, smiling as she rolls her eyes, "Ok!... Ok, I'll do it... if only to win this bet.", to which the bouncer nods, though I notice a small upwards curl on the sides of his mouth as he hands over the accoutrements. I watch, bemused, as it's handed over to Nate, who seems rather excited by this.

Smiling, he whispers something into her ear, and she simply nods back. With that, he casually places the ball gag, taking his time to secure it tightly into place. I watch as her jaw is progressively brought upon, before finally being pulling it tight and cinched into place. He grabs her arms, seemingly rougher than needed, chortling as he binds her arms behind her back. Her breasts bouncing gently before us as he works, I find myself moaning at Michael's grip around me tightening, goosing me casually as he watches on.

Once he's down, he puts the collar on last, holding the leash attached to it casually. He lets go of her then, before amugly declaring, "Spin for the good man.... so he can see you're properly dressed for his nice dance hall. I find myself imagining her tongue sticking out at that, even if it's physically impossible for her to do so, before she slowly turns around in place, giving us a shot at her, naked and bound, before us. Nate's smile grows as she does so, slapping her ass the moment the opportunity arises, and she moans at the sharpness of the slap...spank?

In any event, he lets us in, Michael nodding as we walk inside. I find the place packed in tightly... meaning it would be virtually impossible not to find oneself regularly being bumped into, no matter how much one may try. Which, I quickly noticed, was not the case, though I didn't find myself minding or caring. At the moment, I found myself, naked and bound as I was, melting against my date, roommate and master, as we walks us into the dance area.

I smile, giggling as I bounce around, being yanked and pulled about by Michael, feeling myself being bumped into seemingly on a somewhat regular basis. Bouncing and dancing, I found myself likely being grasped and groped at, though just then I found myself rather enjoying myself too much to care. The crowd, dancing and moving around us, is certainly enjoying themselves, along with the two gals leading the whole thing from up front. Naked themselves, they smile at the recorded music, dancing and gyrating along.

I had to smile when I noticed they are getting into it at least as much as the crowd below. One playfully slaps the other on the ass, and in a lull between songs, they kiss. Smiling the whole time, it would be easy to believe it's just a show, but I rapidly notice its genuine amusement and happiness.

I notice Nate and Amber moving about near us, along with her ass is already taking on a reddish hue, and in the moment I look over her way see someone slapping her ass. She gasps, never slowing as she plays along, moving with her date Nate, as they, and whoever they are interacting with, dance and interact.

Submissively, I find myself enjoying being led around and about by Michael, finding the whole experience quite enjoyable, noting more than a few of the bumps and pokes at me are intentional, and finding it just another aspect of the fun. I look over to Amber to catch them grinding against each other, and I smile even as I dance and move with Michael, taking on a leading role with gusto.

Finding myself enjoying it, I go along with it, bound and naked as I am, submissively moving about with him, his hands guiding and grasping at me. I hear Amber moaning softly nearby, and I giggle at the sound, even as I fixate on my partner, the music and the pair of bouncing beauties on stage.

Feeling myself being slapped and groped at, I notice how it seems to be the norm for everyone to do so... everyone not bound, anyway. It seems. Not every woman is bound, either... not by a long shot. I briefly find myself. wondering why... did they enter alone, or just as a few ladies? Either way, the thought quickly leaves my mind, and I find myself waving my but to one of them as I dance along. She gives me a mychivious look before slapping my ass hard, giggling before blowing me a kiss and moving on.

Bouncing and dancing, I find myself being held tightly against him, before suddenly we turn around at once, our backs pressing tightly together, my bound arms the only things between us. Changing styles with the crowd, I lose track of time, breathing deeply, my heart racing, as I move about, as Michael whirls me around...