Secreted Out Back

As many of the Patrons are distracted, busy grabbing one last drink before the bar closes. I took it as a chance to catch my breath, I allowed my naked body, arms still bound behind me, to remain where I was left, relaxing on the wooden table. It was then that I felt myself being hauled up by my wrists.

I quickly found myself upright, and when I looked to my left, I found myself face-to-face with the camerawomen from before. The same women who had tied me up and placed the gag that is, even now, being held tight in place and making it incredibly difficult, if not outright impossible, for me to speak.

She smiled at me, holding my head back by my hair, and said ruefully, "Normally, I'd tell you to be quiet as I sneak out of here, but well, that ballbag should be more than sufficient to keep you from getting anyone's attention. So instead, I'm just going to haul you out of here."

She rotated me around, making it seem almost effortless for her, and pointed me toward the back door, not far from the bar itself, and started pushing me along that way. I resisted at first, before submitting, allowing myself with some hesitation to be hauled off. As she brought me along, she whispered into my ear, "I've become something of a regular here, and You won't be the first wench she's employed I've messed with, so I already knew I've gotten her ok with this, so long as I return you without causing you harm." As she pressed me out the back way, and into the alley behind the building, she smiled at me ruefully before continuing, "I'm sure you will enjoy this, just as other wenches I've had given the privilege of joining me, and you want to come with me, don't you?".

I moaned then and may have made a nodding motion with my head, which she took as a yes. She smiled, then, before suddenly putting a sleep mask over my eyes. She spoke softly in my ear, and she hauled me out of the back alley, "Sorry, can't let you see where I'm taking you. Part of the fun of being a mistress is keeping you guessing, while I have all the power. Besides, it seems you enjoy playing the submissive. It suits you." She almost seemed to purr as she said the last bit, before hauling me into her car and putting a seat belt on me. I sat in relative silence for a moment, wondering what would happen next, before I heard the car ignition start, and we found ourselves heading out.

I'm still naked, my arms still bound behind me, and blindfolded, sitting submissively and left to ponder where she's taking me and why. For that matter, how does being here change things?