A stop for coffee, then she drops him off at his apartment.

The leash and collar returned, they headed back to Anna's car.

"It's a big day tomorrow, we'd better get you home," remarked Anna as they settled down for the ride. "Mind if I stop for a coffee on the way?"

"Sure," replied John, having settled into a permanent erection after the teasing session earlier. He wasn't about to deny his driver a coffee.

They pulled into the parking lot of the coffee stand, "Chains & Beans." John stayed in the car while Anna got out to order her coffee. It was a tiny shop, little more than a cubicle with a window and some coffee machines inside. The operator was a lone bearded man in a black thong, his ankles and wrists cuffed together in beautiful silver manacles that left him about half a foot of slack to work in.

Anna ordered her coffee, then waited by the window, enjoying the view of the man's behind, his buttocks jiggling a bit as he worked. Those were quite fine manacles, and they showed off the man nicely, but the chains were a bit long for Anna's taste. Half of the point of bondage coffee was seeing the staff delightfully inconvenienced!

As the clearly aroused man passed Anna her coffee, his silver manacles glinting in the brilliant sunshine, he asked Anna if she would like anything else.

"Oh, no, I'm fine thank - hold on, could I take some creamer?" She said the words casually, but her word choice here was very important. As her friend in the coffee business had explained to her earlier, if you ask to "have" or "get" some creamer, you just get a package of the ordinary stuff, but if you say "take", the operator is required to let you take it from him.

Hearing her request, the man blushed and pressed a button on the wall. To the left of the window, a slot opened at waist level and a tray slid out below into which Anna placed her coffee. A moment later, the man's thong-clad groin poked shyly out through the slot. Licking her lips, Anna slid the man's thong off to the side and got started on taking her creamer. The man was already fully erect, which had been part of her decision to "take" creamer instead of simply having it. Of course, the slot was positioned such that the man couldn't see out the window, so he was completely blind to what Anna was doing. She pulled out some spiky textured gloves that Amy had so generously thrown in with her purchase earlier as a free bonus, and slid them on, making little smacking sounds as she pulled them over her hands.

Anna savored the way the man pulled back reflexively with his groin when she simultaneously gripped his balls with one spiked glove and his dick with the other, pulling his foreskin all the way back. His penis was already shiny and glistening, after all "Chains & Beans" staff were required to keep themselves oiled with coffee oil. She enjoyed trying out her brand-new gloves on the man, grabbing him from different angles, then stopping altogether, then squeezing him with her full strength all of a sudden. Once she noticed the man's dick begin to twitch, she stopped a moment and squatted down, conscious of John in the car behind her. Opening her mouth wide, she moved forward around the man, then gripped him with her teeth. She was pleased to make out a small moan from inside the stand.

Satisfied, she stood up again, removed her gloves, and finished off the man with her bare hands, careful to catch all of her creamer in her coffee cup.

Returning to the window, she passed the man a nice tip, remarking that she approved of the coffee oil, but would prefer if they modified the staff dress code to have shorter chains. Walking back to the car, she smiled to herself as she wondered if the man would pass on her request to his boss, asking for shorter chains.

After Anna had dropped him off at his apartment where he lived alone, and he had made and eaten dinner, John found himself sitting naked on the edge of his bed, reflecting upon recent events. He certainly wasn't displeased with the current state of affairs, after all he was free of that dreadful cock cage his sister had put on him, but he mused that perhaps he shouldn't have been so quick to offer to sub for Anna at her ceremony. He had figured it was just a social thing, with Anna wanting to present herself as a strong, independent female to her friends and family, but the way she had casually tormented him earlier at the bondage shop suggested that she had some personal interest in dominating him. The choice of shop too, ... but John was no expert on bondage shops and their policies. Perhaps it was a common thing to have a holding room to put subs in, and maybe that devilish clerk Amy had just been particularly bored today.

John Doe was interrupted from his thoughts by his phone. It was a text from Anna. She had sent him the picture she had showed him in the cafe, with her in a black leather costume with knee-high boots, a black bikini bottom, a corset that thrust her breasts out, and gloves that adorned the lower halves of her arms while leaving her fingers free. Her expression was cool, with her hair back.

Together with the picture was a message: "Looking forward to doing the ceremony tomorrow with you! I'll meet you at the city hall tomorrow at 9:00 am. Be sure to have breakfast first, but don't overeat, it will be pretty rough if you have a stomach ache for the ceremony. You don't need to bring anything except your body and plenty of stamina, I've got everything taken care of."

Idly winding a loop of thread around the head of his penis, John looked at the picture of Anna in her costume, thinking back to his sister's ceremony. Instead of his sister striding through the curtain in her latex minidress, it was Anna in her corset. And the rope she clutched led not to his sister's boyfriend, but...

...

John knelt on the carpet, his hands bound tightly behind his back, with Anna's panties duck-taped firmly inside his mouth. He felt a firm tug on the head of his penis, and hurried forward on his knees, the curtain brushing against him as he passed forward into the hallway with the guests. With the spotlight blazing hot upon John and Anna and the other lights dimmed down, he could barely make out the guests lined up to either side. He could almost hear Anna's girl friends giggling and pointing at his predicament. But there was no way except forward, with Anna glancing back at him with that cool expression before continuing onward, increasing the pressure from his leash. He imagined collapsing from exhaustion, moved onward only by the leash, his entire body becoming a rug burn as he was dragged forcibly against the carpet. Finally giving up on pulling him by the dick, she dropped the leash and went to go stand on his butt in her leather boots. Eager to punish him for his disobedience, her friends came over and stood in a circle around him, whipping him with tiny whips as she shifted her weight back and forth between his two buttocks, driving the spurs into his butt and grinding his crotch against the carpet. Bound and gagged, he could no longer continue forward with the ceremony, only continue being ground into submission...

...

As he cleaned himself up, John resolved to go straight to bed and get an early start the following day. There was no way events would play out like he had just imagined them, since it was important to complete the ceremony, but Anna had asked that he bring plenty of stamina, so he wanted to be well-rested for whatever might happen.

Drifting off to sleep, John remembered vaguely that Anna had said something about doing some shopping at the bondage shop earlier. Had she bought some kind of fancy rope?