The Old Dyke Bikers Ch. 17
By Fantasizeandrealize
Time flew by fast under the stern control of Butch. True to her word, Butch treated Hailey in a gentler fashion, than she treated me. She still got her whippings and humiliations, but they were never as hard or long as what I received. I always had serious welts all over my body, from her harsh punishments. They never left any permanent scars, but they gave me plenty of shamegasms.
Butch and the boys, became strongly attached to each other. Sometimes I wondered if they loved me as much as they loved her. I was jealous of their relationship, but they understood, that she was the dominant power in the house.
Butch was gone at the oilfields half the time. She usually worked a few days on, a few days off. This left Hailey and I enough time to be together, and enjoy ourselves. We love each other dearly. That love only grow with time. Our shared servitude to Butch only brought us closer together.
When Butch was not home, we would make-out and grind against each other, so much before we went to bed together. We never opened our plates, and never came together. I had copies of our plate keys, in a bank vault, but never brought them home. Butch had total control over our pussies. She unlocked us once a week, so we could thoroughly clean and wax ourselves. Butch didn't like hairs sticking out from under our plates. She supervised us closely during these sessions. Hailey and I had not cum from each other since I had met Butch.
We introduced Butch to Lacey and Raven. Butch and Raven became fast friends, and would meet up from time to time to use us together. These were always fun and wild times. It was always a turn on to serv Raven again and to get a chance to spend time with Lacey.
Serp had to be put in a nursing home. A distant relative sold her house, and used the proceeds, to fund the nursing home costs. Feeling responsible for Dawn, as our Sister, Hailey and I spoke with Butch about letting her live with us. Butch agreed, if Dawn would quit using drugs, and serve her. With that settled, Dawn moved in with us, rather than out to the streets.
Dawn was now almost forty years old. She was a very sexy woman, and in great shape, because Serp had been strict, with her workout regimen. However, she had never worked, and had no skills. As part of her moving in conditions, I made her go to hair styling school, to get a certificate. She would work in my virtual Barber shop, and make it a reality.
I kept advancing at work, because I liked learning. I was now the head of the whole corporate tax department. I had been slowly laundering Big Jades gold horde for years and my salary was bigger than I could have ever imagined. Living a life of frugality under the Radar, had increased my net worth to almost nine million Dollars.
I decided to buy us a bigger house. Hailey and I talked to both Butch and Raven, about Raven and Lacey moving in with us. Butch was not opposed, and Raven thought it was a great idea, saying that she was not getting any younger.
That settled it. I bought us a big five-bedroom house with a large basement in an upper middle-class area. It had a large garage. Large enough for my motorcycles, classic Thunderbird, and for a styling salon.
Raven sold her house. Her and Lacey moved in with us, and we all got used to living together. Butch and Raven, would rotate us Bitches between them, and the cages in our new dungeon, in the basement.
I was the only one who spent many nights sleeping in the basement cages. Butch and Raven respected our limits. Butch knew that I loved pain, shame and being jealous of my Sisters. All these, she gave to me. It never got old, and I never became desensitized, to being locked up in a cage, in my own house, while my sisters slept securely in the arms of Butch and Raven. During those long nights, I would feed off the humiliation of the situation, and my pussy would itch in its need, beneath the plate.
I would always have shamegasms, from a good whipping or humiliating sex session, after having spent a couple nights in the cages. It seems like those humiliating nights let my shame boil and build.
Eight months after we had all moved in together, Butch told us about a Dom-Sub club in Dallas that she knew about from her time living in Dallas. She announced that she wanted to bring us there and to show us off as her subs. Raven and Butch discussed the issue. They decided that Butch would take Hailey, Dawn and I to the club, on their next Friday meet. Raven and Lacey would remain home with the boys.
That following Monday, we all got tested for STDs. Two weekends later Butch, Hailey, Dawn and I made the three-hour trip to Dallas. Hailey and I had left work early that Friday. Dawn didn't take any styling appointments that Friday afternoon.
We checked into a nearby hotel and we all showered and dolled ourselves up. Butch had us three Sisters dress in matching lacey, dark, navy blue panties and bras. Butch wore heavy leather harnesses, leather pants and a leather bra. We all wore light blue nurse smocks, that Hailey and Lacey had taken from the hospital, over our undergarments.
When we reached the club, Butch parked her truck in the back parking lot, which was behind a solid wood plank fence. We all took off the nurse smocks and left then in the cabin of the truck. Butch then produced heavy leather neck collars and wrist cuffs. Once our necks were collared and our wrists were cuffed to them, with very short lengths of chain, Butch produced two stout rods, each three feet in length. These rods had heavy duty clasps at each end. Butch clasped these stout rods, to our thick leather neck collars. We were now locked together, by our necks, with our hands cuffed and chained up. Butch then produced three more stout rods. These were about eighteen inches in length, with thick leather ankle cuffs on each end. Butch buckled these to our feet. Now we could only shuffle in small steps, with our legs splayed widely apart, like the captured Africans of old, making the trek to the slave ships.
Since Hailey was first in the line. Butch attached a chain leash to her collar. Butch started walking to the club entrance, with the tawse and leash in her hands. Hailey followed with an awkward shuffle, before the slack of the leash ran out. I followed Hailey in my own awkward shuffle, and I could hear Dawn's chains rattling as she shuffled behind us.
We were surely a sight to behold. Three hot soccer moms, in their mid-thirties to forty. Who were chained together and leashed, in matching panty bra sets, shuffling awkwardly, being led by a strong, powerful sixty-two-year-old dyke, dressed in leather.
Butch opened the club door and we all shuffled in. Butch paid the entrance fee to the man at the counter. She also gave him the paperwork of the negative results of our STD tests.
"Ya'll going to be the center of attention tonight!" He said loudly while checking us all out, lewdly.
Butch held open the second set of doors and we shuffled in. Once inside, we were in a large room with flat sofas around the walls. People were milling around. There were a few hallways leading out of the main room.
Butch led us to the center of the room where she clasped the leash, to a chain hanging from the ceiling. She then went to the closest wall, and pushed a sofa up behind us. Butch lounged on the sofa closely behind us. The three of us Sisters stood, in the middle of the room, shackled in matching blue panties and bras.
It was truly humiliating. I could see tears in Hailey's eyes. Dawn just stood there with a blank stare. I wanted to bury myself, but my pussy was creaming in its plate, from all this shame.
Looking around the room, I could see both male and female slaves and masters. A favorite seemed to be a Master or Mistress lounging on a sofa with a Slave sitting on the floor at their feet. So many people were wearing leather. Leather harnesses, straps, tops, pants and miniskirts were being worn by most of the participants.
I could see people, who were clearly masters, leading slaves around by leashes. I saw one lady, with a guy on a leash, crawling on his hands and knees, beside her, wherever she went.
The doorman was right. We would be the center of attention. I did not see any women who could compare to us sisters in beauty. I also could not see anyone who had more than a single slave. Us Sisters, made a striking sight, shackled as we were, in our matching underwear.
People started coming over and inspecting us. Butch let everyone know, that they could touch, and fondle, but were not allowed, to insert hands into our bras or panties. Men and women were pinching our nipples, slapping our asses, and cupping our pussies. Most were surprised at the hard feel of the plates under our panty gussets. One old man, who had been checking us out, and feeling us up, knocked on my panty covered plate with his knuckle. He seemed to enjoy the crisp sound of the knock.
Butch got up off the sofa and came over to us. She pulled my panties aside so that everyone could see my plate. People were curious, and they shuffled by to examine my exposed plate. Butch let everyone know that we had been locked up like this for almost ten years now. People were astounded.
Butch unclasped my ankle spreader bar and removed my panties. She quickly reclasped the spreader bar onto my ankle cuffs. Now people could really check out my plate and they did so. People got right on the floor under me and checked my crotch out up close. Some people tried to stick fingers under it. I felt like a piece of meat. Like an animal at the auction. My pussy creamed under the plate!
People asked tons of questions, and butch explained in pride, how she ruled over our roost. How the plates refocused, our denied sexual gratification, into the trongest urges to serve. She explained, that we were horny all the time to serve her.