Club Astreo wasn't the biggest nightclub in the city, nor was it the most expensive. It wouldn't appear in any tourist guide or local papers. And they were perfectly fine with keeping it that way. Rather than a typical clubbing scene with loud music and mosh pits, Club Astero catered very heavily to a specific kind of person.
For those who were more creatively inclined towards the erotic arts, Club Astero was a haven. A place where all sorts of kinks and fetishes could be explored and enjoyed, ranging from almost vanilla to sheer degeneracy. At the moment, its staff were preparing for an event heavily inclined towards the latter. Once per month the club would host "Submission Saturday," where all sorts of perversions related to dominance and submission were encouraged within the club.
It was on one of these Saturdays where Talia found herself in the dressing room backstage. Talia was quite active at these events, and although she played both sides of the coin, she tended towards a more dominant position. But that wouldn't be her role tonight. Instead, tonight she was going to be on the extreme end of the submissive side. The staff had agreed to help with her wager. Talia had spent all week crafting the most devious, hardcore, and intensive bondage scenario imaginable for herself. It was certain to push the edge of her limits and go far beyond what she would normally sign up for. But it would all be worth it to finally get the win over Rachael.
Rachael Winters. A fellow switch who frequented Club Astero, a coworker in her professional life, and a mutual friend in her various social circles. But above all else, in Talia's opinion, Rachael was the most insufferable human to ever walk the face of the earth. The woman had a way of getting on her nerves with every step. She managed to check off every one of her pet peeves. And it wasn't one way either - Talia knew from her friends that Rachael felt the same way.
Naturally, a rivalry of sorts had formed between them. It began with Rachael trying to one-up her at every step. If Talia did inventory in half an hour, Rachael did it in twenty minutes. If she bragged about getting a large buttplug to fit, Rachael would brag about using an extra large one. Everything she did seemed to be something her rival loved to do better. Eventually the snide comments escalated to formal bets. Who could get a better time in a run, with the loser responsible for scrubbing the floors at work. Which of them could raise more money for a charity, the winner getting their laundry done for a week. Sometimes Rachael came out on top, but Talia won just as often. Their bets were at nine victories each, and Talia was determined to be the first to reach double digits.
Which had led them to their current bet. As per usual, Rachael was bragging about how much better she was at BDSM scenes in her annoying voice. Fed up with her attitude, Talia had issued the challenge, one far heavier than anything they'd done before.
Both of them were at the club for Submission Saturday. Both would subject themselves to the most stringent bondage possible. And once they were brought out to the crowd, whoever was in a harsher situation would be crowned the Queen of BDSM and winner of their bet. This time, there weren't any stakes apart from winning or losing. Talia knew the scenario she'd cooked up was tough enough on its own, and carrying out the fate she'd assigned herself to was a harsh punishment in and of itself. But that didn't mean she was less incentivized to win. On the contrary, she was fired up to claim victory above all else, and if she knew Rachael, she was feeling the same.
The door to the backroom opened as Raven walked in, carrying an armful of gear. Raven was one of her casual submissives, but for tonight, she was helping Talia get herself prepared. "I've got everything on your checklist," she said as she set the equipment down. Raven was wearing a black strapless minidress, the lights from above reflecting off its leather sheen. "Are you really sure you want to go through with this? It's not too late to back down, you know."
Talia knew she could still back down. Looking at her checklist one last time, she felt the urge to abandon the contest. To admit defeat, that Rachael was the more devious rigger between them. But then she thought of Rachael's dumb face, with her pouty lips that pulled back when she did her annoying laugh. And how she always curled her hair when thinking of something mean. Talia shook her head. "There's no way I'm giving in. I'm here to win tonight, and I'm going to wipe that smug grin right of Rachaels stupid face. Come on, let's get started.
Although she was only wearing her underwear, Talia took her time stripping down to complete nudity. Not that she was ashamed by any stretch of the imagination. It was because she knew that this would be the last time for a while she'd be wearing any sort of normal clothes.
To her own chagrin, the first item happened to be one of her least favourites. The chastity cage. In the modern day, at least in kink-friendly spaces like the club, having a small penis was no longer seen as a sign of weakness or shame. There were plenty of dominants with cocks just as small as Talia's, or even smaller, and it didn't undermine their authority in the slightest. But having it locked away was a clear sign that you didn't have the right to control your own genitals. Talia rarely even got erections anymore, and she still hated the harsh and restrictive feeling they brought.
Her determination didn't waver though. This was just the tip of the iceberg, and there was no telling how deep down Rachael was planning to go. For all she knew, the conniving brat might've found some advanced new technology that could bring bondage to new heights or made a deal with the club owner for some extreme position that had just opened up. If she wasn't willing to do this much, Talia knew she could kiss her chances of winning goodbye. She squirted some lube onto her hand, rubbing it along her shaft, and began slipping the cage on.
The base of the metal device went over her balls easily enough. The main body of it was a bit more difficult, since it was the model type with a flat plate at the front. Talia had to push her nub inwards before it was able to slide shut. Raven looked on in amusement, chuckling as she watched her occasional domme struggle.
"Yeah yeah, laugh it up. We both know in a week or two you'll be begging me to tie you up again."
Raven shrugged her shoulders. "True, but that doesn't mean I can't enjoy watching you like this for now." She spread out their items on a bench, getting parts of the outfit ready. "So what's next? The main suit, or some more accessories?"
After rubbing her chin for a moment, Talia reached towards the pile. "Let's get the catsuit on. It's designed so that it won't get in the way." She pulled out the bodysuit in question. It was shiny, black, and had that nice smell of freshly polished latex that everyone on the scene adored. This one was the perfect size for her chest, and it had a cutout at the bottom to leave the genitals exposed. Talia tossed it to her assistant and began rubbing some powder on herself, while Raven unzipped the back end.
Despite her years of experience wearing them, putting on a latex outfit always gave her a rush. The feeling of the tight material clinging to her body was simply exquisite. Her cock twitched in its cage as the arousal ran through her body. Somehow, the feeling never got old. The latex snapped onto her, clinging to her skin in a beautifully form-fitting way. Once her feet and her hands were through, Raven zipped the back up again, And Talia stretched her limbs, ensuring everything was smoothed over. The hole in the suit between her legs kept her asshole exposed and allowed her caged cock to dangle out on full display.
With the main part of her suit on properly, it was time to start adding to it. "Do you know where the corset is? I'll definitely need your help with that one." Talia rummaged through the pile, but Raven beat her to it.
"Here, stand up and turn around. I'll get all the laces tied up nicely. Talia was happy to oblige. Before she'd joined the kink scene, Raven had been active at many renaissance faires. She still did from time to time. Corsets happened to be one of her specialties, a skill that was highly valued in both settings. No one in the club was able to lace up a corset in a way that was tight and secure yet still comfortable and unrestrictive like Raven. This particular model was a leather underbust, with blue linings against a black base to compliment her main outfit. The only reason she wasn't requested more often was how easily she got lost in rants about how corsets were never supposed to be difficult to breathe in.
After a few minutes, Raven stepped back to examine her handiwork. Talia pulled at the brim to ensure it was secure. Afterwards she stretched her arms, making sure it wasn't constricting. She could feel it against her ribs, but it didn't interfere with her breath. "Flawless work as usual," she commented, noting the proud look on Raven's face. "A good corset really does add a certain flair to any outfit."
Raven nodded in agreement. "Although, from what you told me, you'll be needing plenty more than just a nice flair tonight." She held up a pair of ballet boots in one hand and a large buttplug in the other. "So what'll it be next? More accessories or shall we move to the fun part?"
Talia shuddered at the large plug being held in front of her. "Let's focus on getting dressed first. I'd rather not be distracted throughout this whole process." Her cock throbbed in its cage as she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. "At least, I'd rather not be too distracted." She took a seat on the bench and began lacing up her boots.
Although she was no stranger to walking in heels, Talia always found ballet boots to be extra troublesome. Something about the way they kept her feet en pointe was tougher than even the highest of heels. The boots themselves only came up to her knees, but they were still difficult to balance in. The only reason she wasn't overly worried was that she knew she wouldn't be walking around too much. On the other hand, the knowledge of what she was planning instead wasn't much better.
