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.

Once her feet were inside, Talia motioned her assistant to come over. “Do you mind lacing these up? I’m going to put the hood on next.” Raven gave her a dutiful salute and began her work. Talia, for her part, grabbed the deep blue hood and examined it. Although it would technically obscure her face, there was no hiding her identity tonight. Everyone was going to know that it was her. But that was just part of the bet, and it was a sacrifice she was willing to make. Everything would be worth it to claim that victory over Rachael.

The hood pulled over her face easily enough. There were gaps for her eyes, her nose, and her mouth, as well as a hole in the back for her curly hair. It took her a minute to get everything in place, but once she did, Talia had no problems zipping the back of the hood shut. It went down her neck to provide a seamless merging with the catsuit. At the same time, Raven finished up with her boots.

Now Talia was really starting to look like a proper Sex doll. She stood up, wobbling on her heels, but she managed to stay upright. Raven gave her a brief applause for her efforts. “Wow, the ensemble really is starting to come together. Although your hands look a bit out of place at the moment, being uncovered like that.” Talia had to admit it was true. She examined her hands, contemplating her next step. “I think you know why I haven’t done anything with them yet. I appreciate your help, but I don’t want to dump all the responsibility on you. And once I have the mittens on, it’s not like I’ll be able to help.”

Raven brushed away her concerns. “Nonsense, I’m here because I’m happy to help! I’ve read your plans pretty thoroughly, so I’ll be able to do the rest of it for you. And besides, they’ll have to go on eventually. No time like the present, right?”

Talia had to admit her enthusiastic assistant had a point. “Fine, but I don’t want to hear any complaints if you get frustrated with the gag or the harness section.” If the goth took issue with that request, it didn’t show. She was content to get started on the mittens. Talia balled her hands up and slid them inside. This marked a bit of a turning point for her, since while up till then Raven’s help was appreciated but not expressly required. Now though, she was going to be needing help with every little thing. The thought of it made Talia feel giddy as her submissive side began to poke through.

The leather mittens themselves pulled on easily enough. It always took a bit to secure them, and Raven did a good job ensuring the wrist cuffs weren’t going to slip off on their own. After one final cinch, she pulled away. “There, try your best to get them off.” Talia did so, pulling at the leather with her closest semblance to a grip and trying to fiddle with the buckles. It was no use.

Satisfied, Talia gestured towards the complex set of straps and harnesses left on the bench. “Right, I suppose it’s time we got started with those. Without her fingers, she was looking like a proper ‘bondage barbie’ as the club liked to call it. “I guess we’ll do the buttplug now. It’s not like I’ll be much help anyway.”

Raven grinned in response. “Sure thing. I Love the setup you’ve got planned, and I might have to borrow it sometime.” The first step was getting Talia to step into her harness. It wasn’t easy, given the ballet boots she was wearing, but grabbing her assistant for balance allowd her to lift her feet enough to get them through. Raven then pulled it up, securing the loose straps and pulling them tight.

While most harnesses were designed to attach a strapon to the front, this one had a neat trick for the rear end. One of the straps was dangling loose, but it had a special attachment to connect to certain plugs. The result was that its wearer could have their Ass filled as needed, but if someone pulled their plug out for more personal use, it would simply dangle between their legs until further use.

The plug Talia had chosen for today was a fairly large purple thing. It was made of a series of rings stacked on top of each other and expanding outwards, forming a conical shaft with plenty of bumps along the way. Raven covered it in a generous amount of lube before attaching the flared base to the dangling strap. “You ready for it to go in?”

Talia shifted in place nervously. She bent over, her covered hands on the bench, presenting her Ass for easy use. “I think I’m going to need a bit of a warm up beforehand. You know, if you don’t mind.” Her cheeks blushed at the request. Although they were no strangers to each others bodies, she had never been vulnerable like this before Raven. It made her feel more awkward than usual.

However, the mild reluctance didn’t appear to go both ways. Raven didn’t hesitate to put a fresh squirt of lube on her fingers. “You got it. You’re fine if I start with two fingers, right?” Before waiting for an answer, Raven pushed her index and middle finger inside her partner’s asshole. Talia moaned at the sensation, and although two fingers wasn’t very much by her standards, it sent ripples of pleasure all throughout her body.

Her voice was breathy as she spoke up, the fingers playing with her rim and moving around inside of her. “Are you, ah, sure you’re strictly submissive? You seem to be rather, um, adept at this.” Talia did her best to ignore the light sweat she was breaking into and the gentle throbbing in her caged cock.

There was a light chuckle from behind her. “No, I’m quite sure. I’m just acting as though my Mistress ordered me to help another slave.” She rammed her fingers deeper than they had been yet. “The fact that said Mistress and slave happen to be the same person… well that’s none of my concern, is it.” Talia felt the fingers withdraw and be replaced by a plastic tip. “So, you think you’re ready for the real thing now?”

Although part of her wanted to stall further, Talia knew she was delaying the inevitable. “Yeah, go ahead. But take it slow, okay? It’s not my first time with this sucker, so I know it fits, but it’s pretty much the brink of my limit. So try and be a bit gentle.” True to her request, Talia felt the plug slowly make its way inside of her. Her asshole expanded over each one of the nubs, growing and contracting as each new layer filled her up.

A few squeaks of pleasure escaped her lips. Talia braced herself on the bench as best as she could, praying that she wouldn’t fall over on her toes. The plug was stretching her insides as wide as they could go, and it happened to be brushing against one of her most sensitive areas. Talia did her best to bite her tongue as her knees began to wobble. This was definitely causing her confidence to waver. Thankfully, with one final push Raven was able to get the widest part in, and the plug slid right up to the flared base.

“Oh damn, that’s pretty intense.” Talia was speaking in a tentative voice, between shaky breaths. She wanted to sit down, but she wasn’t sure that was a good idea given her current predicament. Her thoughts returned to the strap, and how it implied her plug was meant to be pulled in and out again throughout the night. “People wouldn’t do that to me too many times, right?”

Raven sucked in a sharp breath between her teeth. “I don’t know about that. You know what you’ve signed up for, and it’s not like the club is known for being that merciful. I mean, would you go easy if it were me?” Talia had to admit she had a point. “And besides,” the goth continued, “look on the bright side of things. By the end of the night you’ll have gotten so much training with this plug. Maybe you can go even bigger next time.”

It wasn’t a thought that Talia particularly relished. “You’ve been awfully cheerful through all this. I thought if anything you’d be jealous of what I’m going through tonight.”

Raven shrugged her shoulders. “I’ll admit, I’m a little jealous. But I would’ve stopped things before the mitts. And with a smaller plug. And without the finishing touches we still have to add. I hate to keep asking, but are you really sure you want to go through with this? I bet if you went out as you are now, you’d still have a good chance of winning.”

It was true, Talia was going all out with her plans. She considered Raven’s proposal for a bit. But then she thought of Rachael, with her sickeningly sweet smile and expertly tied-up hair that screamed I think I’m better than you! If Rachael came out with some crazy new scheme that won the bet, Everything Talia had been through would be for nothing. There was no victory or satisfaction in second place.

She shook her head, steeling herself for the final stretch. “I’m sure of it. I’m going to win this bet, no matter what the cost. Do me a favour and get the gag on next, will you?”

The set of straps that formed the harness for her head was more complex than it needed to be. Although a simple gag would have sufficed, she had instead opted for a series of leather straps and buckles that wrapped around her head in all directions. Even through her hood Talia could feel it being pulled tight as Raven set everything in place. The main feature was a ring gag that would constantly occupy her mouth, but she intended to be orally full as well. Much like her buttplug, there was an extra strap dangling from her chin that could be equipped with another dildo.

Talia stretched her jaw out as the ring gag was fastened between her teeth. She tried to push it out with her tongue, or do something to close her mouth. But the gag held firm. She was stuck with her mouth agape and ready to be used. The dildo she’d chosen this time was more on the normal shape and size, but it was still enough to fill her mouth. Raven fixed it to the dangling strap, leaving it hanging just below her face. “Ready to put this in? Hopefully it all works out.” Talia nodded. She wasn’t able to speak anymore, but she still gave a nod of approval.