Laura descended the stairs leading to the club entrance, holding her husband Tom's hand as he followed behind. The club's name was written in bright neon pink letters above: "Midnight Pleasures". Below it was a large emblem displaying a bright red pair of lips, curved in a smile.
Squeezing her husband's hand, Laura turned to meet his eyes. He gave a loud gulp. He was pale.
"Are you sure about this?" she asked quietly.
She gave a soft smile, trying to reassure him. He was too nervous to speak. After all, he was about to be sold into slavery.
Slowly, Tom nodded.
Technically, he had no choice. As a man, he was his wife's property. And he had always understood his place quite well; in public, in the house, and especially the bedroom. But Laura had always tried to be gentle and loving as an ideal wife should be.
Unfortunately, times were tough. The recent economic downturn had forced them into the inner city, where they struggled to get rent paid. Laura had gotten a job at a local diner, but for a man like Tom there were few options.
Midnight Pleasures stood out as one. In these times, many women lacked the income to support a husband. Clubs like this provided services they couldn't find in their bedrooms. And Tom had a body to dream for. 22 years old, 6', and toned, he caught the eyes of ladies everywhere he and Laura walked, especially on hot summer days when he wore shorts and a t-shirt. Beyond that, he knew how to please a woman, whether with his tongue, hands, or above-average cock.
Laura opened the door and walked in, dragging Tom with her. The room inside was warm and filled with the scent of lavender. On the couch to the side two young women sat, staring at them. One eyed Tom and licked her lips. Laura squeezed his hand again and pulled him closer. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach. Was this really their only option?
She and Tom approached the reception desk, where a young women with dark hair sat. She wore a long red dress, and bright lipstick. Her name tag displayed "Jenny". She smiled.
"Would you like a standard playtime, or a private room?" Jenny asked.
"I'm actually here to follow up on phone conversation we had," Laura replied. "I'm Laura, and this is my husband Tom."
Jenny's eyes widened. "Oh, I see. In that case, most of the paperwork should be in order. I'll call over someone to take your boy to his quarters."
She pressed a button under the desk, and then looked back up. "I know we discussed the terms of our contract over email, but should we go over it again just to make sure there's no confusion?"
Laura glanced at her husband. Her poor Tom was staring down at his shoes.
"Sure," she said, nodding.
Jenny quickly outlined the terms of their agreement. Tom would be under their custody full time. Laura would be allowed to spend nights with him, though this would normally range from 2 am to noon. Due to her work schedule, this meant she'd only be able to visit him once or twice a week. In his service, Tom would not be subjected to any treatment that would cause bleeding or visible bruising. He would not be ingesting any urine or feces, nor be made to have sexual contact with other men. These terms considerably reduced the amount Laura would be paid, but it was still more than enough to match her current job.
Another woman entered the room from a red curtain. She had dark skin and wore her long hair in a pony tail. She was dressed in a leather corset and skirt, and wore tall high-heeled boots. She stared at Tom.
"You will know me as Mistress Natalie, boy," she said. "Though you will not be speaking unless talked to. Is that clear?"
Some of the girls at the couch giggled. Laura's heart sank. Why did this have to be so public?
"Y-yes, Mistress," Tom stammered.
"Then strip," Mistress Natalie ordered.
Laura gasped. Tom turned to her, his eyes widened in shock. Laura was too stunned to say anything.
Mistress Natalie stepped forward and grabbed Tom by the chin. "She has loaned you to our possession, boy. You take orders from us now. I'm not going to ask again."
His face blushing, Tom silently began removing his clothing. The girls on the couch cheered.
"I didn't know the reception area had a show too," one of them quipped.
Tom stopped once he was down to his underwear.
"Did I tell you to stop, slave?" Mistress Natalie demanded.
Laura wanted to look away, but she forced her eyes on Tom. He needed her reassurance, especially now. Slowly, Tom removed his underwear, exposing his shaved genitals. Several of the girls at the couch cheered.
"I see you groom him well," Jenny said.
Laura blushed. She didn't deserve credit for that. Tom had a good habit of keeping himself clean and well-shaved.
Mistress Natalie walked to a cabinet beside the desk and unlocked it with a set of keys. She pulled out a metal collar and a leather leash.
"You may kiss him goodbye now," she said, turning to Laura.
Laura held back tears. It would be a week before she could see him again. She couldn't imagine how terrified and nervous he was right now. She embraced him tightly and gave him a deep, lengthy kiss, staring deep into his eyes as they started to fill with tears. Then, she forced herself to let go.
Mistress Natalie stepped forward and clasped the collar around Tom's neck. Without a word, she turned around and led him through the curtain.
"I'm sorry," Jenny said. "I understand it must be tough. We try to make the initiation tough for the new boys so that they don't get complacent, but he's in good hands with us. You don't have to worry."
Laura nodded. She understood, but that didn't make it any less painful. She looked up at the receptionist.
"Would it be possible to add something else to the contract?," she asked. "There's something that would make me feel better about this."
Jenny smiled. "As long as it isn't too unreasonable. We do like to keep our boys well disciplined."
The tension in Laura's chest released a bit. This had been on her mind for a while, but she hadn't had the heart to suggest it to Tom's face. "I think it shouldn't be too out of line..."
***
Tom stumbled after Mistress Natalie, tears streaming down his face. He was a natural submissive, always letting Laura have him as she desired, but exposing himself like this in public and being treated like a pet was already pushing him to his limits.
He followed Natalie to a dimly lit room lined with shelves full of chains, robes, and locks. Several iron rings were attached to the floor and walls. From the ceiling several long chain hung with various lengths. Natalie detached Tom's leash and instead locked one of the ceiling chains to his collar. She then walked to the other side of the room.
Tom instinctively followed, but after only two steps his collar dug into his throat. Natalie chuckled as she glanced back at him. Tom let out a whimper.
Standing directly under the chain put no pressure on his collar, but his state of bondage nonetheless made his breathing heavy. Natalie took her time choosing an assortment of locks, chains, and other devices Tom couldn't make out in the lighting. Finally she returned.
"Spread your arms and legs," she said.
Tom obeyed without a sound. One by one, Natalie clipped steel cuffs to each of his ankles and wrists. She pulled his hands behind his back and locked a short chain cuffing his hands together. She then ordered his feet together and attached a chain connecting his ankles. Finally, she unlocked the chain from his collar and attached the leash once more, tugging on it for Tom to follow.
The chains at his ankles were long enough for him to follow without much difficulty, but to Tom that didn't matter. They represented a state of bondage he couldn't escape without permission. He couldn't run, spread his legs, or even put on a pair of pants without Natalie unlocking them. He was utterly dependent on his Mistress.
His cock stirred. He blushed, hoping she couldn't see. How could he actually be enjoying this?
Natalie first led him to a restroom, where she made him relieve himself. It took him a long time, as he felt nervous even peeing in front of Laura. Finally, when he was done, she led him to a brightly lit shower room, lined with white tiles. The wall in front was covered in a mirror, allowing Natalie to stare hard at him without even turning around. In the center stood a drain, at from the ceiling there was a large faucet. Along the side were a pair of knobs, as well as a large set of bottles presumably filled with soaps and lotions. At the bottom and middle of the walls were another set of iron hooks. Mistress Natalie unchained Tom's ankles, only to spread them apart and chain them to rings along the floor. She then did the same for his wrists, chaining them to two more rings along the wall leaving his arms and legs spread out in an X position. His leash was removed.
She stood behind him, and whispered in his ear. "If you make a sound, you'll regret it."
Tom gulped. In the mirror, she turned around and left him alone, closing the door behind. He shivered as a droplet of water fell from the faucet on to his naked back. He pulled on his chains. They were long enough not to strain his limbs too much, but didn't even give him the freedom to wipe off the droplet.
His cock hardened again. Although he was alone, he turned a deep shade of pink. Despite all the humiliation and bondage, he was being aroused. Or perhaps because of it. Instinctively he tried to touch himself, only for the chains to once again come in his way. He stared at his own helpless form, hanging his head down in submission.
The door opened, allowing a draft to tickle his sides. A young Asian woman entered, wearing only a bikini swimsuit and placing a large black bag on the ground. Tom gasped as she wrapped her arms around him from behind, standing on her toes to look at his reflection over her shoulder.
"The name's Mistress Christine," she said, whispering into his ear. "We're going to have you cleaned up well for tonight." She giggled, her eyes in the reflection falling on his rock hard cock.
She reached to the side and turned one of the knobs. Warm water fell from the faucet, enveloping them both in a gentle blanket of rain. Tom let out a long sigh, closing his eyes. His cock twitched. This wasn't so bad.
