Lost bet

"Just one last thing that you should know, Pippa." Said Master Jerry glibly. "The pub that we're going to is a Biker's Bar. I don't think that they'd be too impressed if they found out that you have a dick hidden between your legs. Let's go girls." He smirked at my patently obvious horror, as I was lead into the street.

Blushing visibly through my make-up, I considered running away and ending this horror but remembering the photos soon put paid to that idea. I couldn't believe that this was actually happening to me. My mind was racing with fright as I thought of the serious assault that would surely come my way, if and when I was discovered! I shuddered involuntarily at the scene in my mind!

"There it is." Signalled Master Jerry, as he pointed to the next corner on the street. "It looks like it’s pretty busy too, if you stop to consider the amount of bikes that are in the car park."

The place was loud and rough looking with large car parks both front and back. The rear car parks lead into a garden area that was dark and seemed woody, with trees surrounding the drinking area. My mind raced as my wife turned and said to us all:

"Looks like fun to be had by all! Pippa my darling, I shall make sure that you have a night to remember. In fact I shall make sure it's all on videotape so that you can't forget it… even if you want to!" She laughed mercilessly as a gleam shot through her eyes.

"We have to buy tickets at the door because there's a live band tonight. I think that we ought to let Pippa do that for us, don't you?" asked Mistress Jackie nonchalantly.

"What an excellent idea!" Replied Mistress Lisa immediately, grinning ear to ear.

She shoved the small of my back, propelling me toward the great ape of a man who was selling the tickets at the door. He looked me up and down, taking in my style of dress and said:

"Well, well, lookie here! What can I do for you little miss? Maybe later I'll ask you what you can do for me."

He guffawed at his own base humour then grabbed my arse.

"How many then?"

I showed him my five digits so that I wouldn't have to speak and, as I pulled the money from my tiny purse, my lipstick fell to the floor.

"Don't bend your knees Pippa, but pick that up immediately!" Ordered Mistress Helen, my wife.

I blushed profusely as I tried not to show my panties whilst having to bend, my arse toward the door attendants. I felt hands stroking my butt as I retrieved the lipstick, straightened up and hurried to take the tickets from the big guy’s hand.

"Maybe that will teach you to be more careful Pippa." I felt a tug on the leash attached to my collar. "Believe me when I tell you that even the smallest of errors will be used as a tool to humiliate and humble you." Instructed Mistress Jackie.

"Of course, we will also find it entertaining as we watch you squirm." Added Master Jerry.

"In fact, we'll be looking for any opportunity, darling." Said my wife.

"To be honest, we want to see how much we can make you squirm, Pippa" finished Mistress Lisa as she delivered a sharp stinging smack to my bottom cheeks. "You are, after all our humble plaything, servant and slave 'girl', aren't you dear?"

Surreptitiously, my wife pulled me close and whispered in my ear:

"I love you very much, Darling. I just want to thank you for being such a good girl for me. I'll never forget it. You've made me so proud and so happy."

This short sentence made me glow inside. I knew now that I was doing the right thing, no matter how difficult, painful or humiliating the things I was made to do had made me feel. As we entered the dance hall, the thudding of the base ran through me and I felt my nipples become erect. It was dark, busy and humming with intoxicated bikers, both male and female. I drew a good few looks, both for the sexiness of my appearance and for the collar and leash that I was being forced to wear. Thankfully, Master Jerry had been to the bar and bought us all drinks. My neck felt the tug on my collar as we made our way to the front of the crowd right up next to the stage.

"Excellent!" I heard Master Jerry exclaim, "I know this group. The lead guitarist and I are drinking buddies. Wait her a moment, will you. I just need a quiet word in his ear."

I thought nothing more of it as the ladies chatted amongst themselves, every so often stopping to pat my bum or, to stroke my breasts. They made it very obvious each time they did, attracting more attention from the guys in the crowd. Mistress Lisa spotted a coat hook screwed into the wall by the side of the stage and, after some whispers between herself and my wife, I was taken there and my leach tied to the hook.

"You will stay here until we fetch you, my love." Stated Mistress Helen. "You will allow yourself to receive any attention that you are given. No matter who by. We will be keeping an eye on you. We're only six feet away. Have fun, Pippa." At that, she walked away, leaving me feeling very vulnerable.

Less than a minute later, Mistress Jackie appeared with the rubber ball-gag that she had used on me earlier. As she attached it to me, forcing my lips and mouth open, she said conspiratorially:

"This will make sure you don't have to speak, so that you don't give yourself away. I'm being kind to you Pippa, really I am." With that, she strode off, back to the other girls.

It didn't take long for me to start getting attention. I felt hands stroking my bum, lifting up my skirt and grabbing my titties. A couple of the guys actually licked my lips round the ball-gag. It wasn't until someone started trying to strip me that Mistress' Lisa and Jackie came along to retrieve me. I was handed over to Master Jerry and I began to think that we might be on our way back to their house. I couldn't have been more mistaken.

"It seems that you're attracting the wrong sort of attention, Pippa. So, I've had a word with my friends in the band and they've agreed to let you be a little stage decoration for them."

I couldn't believe my ears but sure enough, I was being led backstage and up the stairs. As the band finished their set, Master Jerry led me through some curtains and on to the stage. He led me to a lighting rig, which had been situated centre stage and proceeded to handcuff my wrists. My arms were raised above my head and the cuffs placed over a bar holding me in place, in full view of the entire audience.

"Don't move about too much, Pippa. If this rig falls on you, it'll probably mean a trip to the hospital!" With that, Master Jerry left, returning to the ladies and to his drink.

To say I felt humiliated would have been the understatement of the year. I could see some of the bikers pointing at me and laughing, others were leering and I could hear wolf whistles and catcalls. The band returned and thus I stayed until the end of their next set. Mistress Jackie came and released me and I was led through the throng of hot, sweaty bodies to a fire exit where the rest of our group was waiting.

"You did very well, Pippa. As a reward, we've decided to let you eat out Mistress Lisa in the garden. I will video the whole thing for posterity, so make sure you do it well." Resounded Master Jerry's voice. "I shall lay out a blanket for you so that you don't dirty your clothes. I've asked the landlord to switch on the car park lights, so make sure you're quick and you might not be seen. The band's last set takes 30 minutes." He grinned wickedly as Mistress Lisa lay back on one of the tables and removed her panties.

"Get to it girl," She said: "I'm feeling good and randy!"

I knelt on the blanket and buried my face between her legs, working my tongue like a rabid animal, thrusting, probing and licking with a passion. She was soon bucking on my face as her cream covered my face in its sticky goo.

"Well done Pippa, you're becoming quite the expert. Now tidy yourself up. We've called that nice cab driver that brought us to Jackie and Jerry's earlier."

I knew what that meant and shuddered as I prepared myself for another mouthful of jism. Sure enough, the fare was paid in the same way, though this time Master Jerry caught it all on video. This time though, I managed to swallow the lot, even licking the residue from the drivers throbbing pink head. We arrived back at the house, I was led straight to the dungeon where I was cuffed to the wall, and left to ponder what was next.