A Binding Initiation – Conclusion

Chapter 3: Hosed Down for Free Use

Lena drifted off intermittently, suddenly coming to in fits and starts. Unaware where she was until the tight ropes around her body and the ball gag filling her mouth reminded her.

She catnapped as much as one could when standing ramrod straight, bound and gagged to a pole by a slowly dying campfire. The biker club’s leadership council soundly slept yards away out of sight.

The rest of the evening was uninterrupted. At least not by any other jealous biker babes. She wondered how much sleep Gail was getting hogtied in Driveshaft and Angie’s van. The echoes of the muffled moans and angry gag talk from the interloper died down.

Jealous only because Lena had volunteered to be an initiate.

The rope bondage was expertly applied, and she thought of her binder Angie’s wistful reflection of the more severe and strict bondage experience during her own initiation.

Lena wondered what the other women went through in their day, especially Dorian, the perennial calm, cool and collected blonde Sergeant-of-Arms for the woman’s auxiliary who seemed to inspire respect in both the male and female members.

She was sure whatever they threw at Dorian was met with her usual stoicism.

Looking back to when she met the club members while waitressing, she could not remember any particular male biker attached to Dorian, but all showed her deference.

A lot of the members had their own partners, old ladies, wives. Some might be shared.

At this point, Lena could not volunteer to join any couples; she had to be asked.

If she got through this initiation process, her status in the club would be just little above a hanger-on.

Communal property, subject to free use.

Based on the rope marks that had been multiplying on her bare skin, Lena suspected much of her early membership would involve bondage and discipline.

Which turned her on even more.

Lena’s toned body, blazing red hair, bright green eyes would serve her well to a point.

Her compliance and demeanor as she was subject to tasks and learned the rules would be the most important part. She knew it wasn’t her place to predict what would happen, but she felt Gail might have blown it by her sudden appearance and outburst last night.

“Sleep well?” asked Dorian, bringing Lena out of her light slumber as the sun began to rise.

Lena nodded with an affirmative moan, trying to sound as grateful and cooperative as she could with the large ball gag between her lips.

“Let’s get you off that pole.”

As Dorian untied her, Angie approached holding a large leather bag.

Once she was off the pole, Lena realized this was the first time she was untied in about twelve hours. Dorian unbuckled her gag but it remained around her neck.

Like a collar.

After sipping some mineral water, they escorted her behind the wooden pavilion by the tree line.

“Strip,” said Angie. Her tone was friendly and playful.

Lena let her halter and hot pants drop.

“You can take off the clamps too,” said Dorian.

Lena was grateful, the clamps had been on her nipples almost as long as she had been tied up.

“Ready?” asked Angie, who had placed the bag on a table and was now holding a hose.

Before Lena could say anything, a spray of ice cold water hit her. She instinctively brought her hands across her breasts, gritting her teeth but voicing no reaction.

While she knew the council enjoyed having her moan and try speak while gagged during initiation, this seemed different and she wanted to show resolve.

After the hose stopped, Dorina handed her a towel. A very small towel.

“Go ahead and use the facilities,” she nodded toward a private stall. “You’ve got ten minutes.”

Lena took the time to get her mind in gear for the rest of the day. It was still early.

She emerged, dry, with her hair pulled back as best she could manage. Despite the rope marks crisscrossing her body and the fresh gag marks on her face she felt refreshed and ready.

Dorian was holding some sort of brown cloth.

“Here, your dress for the day.”

It was shapeless brown burlap, just a sack with neck and arm holes. It came to just below Lena’s crotch after she put it on.

“Put your hands out front,” said Angie buckling leather wrists cuffs in place, connected with a thin chain about one foot in length.

“Big day ahead,” said Dorian. “Hope you’re up to it.”

“I’ll do my best, I re-mmphff!.”

Angie placed the ball gag back in her mouth, tightening the buckle.

“Just get my attention or Angie’s if you need a water break,” said Dorian looking at the leggy prospect, cuffed and gagged.

“Oh, here comes your partner,” said Angie.

Gail was still tied up and bit gagged. Lena had last seen her slung over the shoulder of Driveshaft, Angie’s husband. He was beside her, holding onto her elbow as she hopped toward them, arms bound behind her, legs tied together at the ankles, above and below the knees and thighs.

Gail was quieter than the night before when she had unexpectedly crashed Lena’s initiation but her eyes still shot intense darts at the redhead.

“I’ll lay it on the line for you Gail. There was no need for you to burst in here last night. You’re on the bubble. And as of today, back to square one. You’ll be serving alongside Lena during our meeting,” said Dorian dangling another burlap dress.

Gail started to shake her head back and forth, garbled protests emanating from her gagged lips, brought back to their utmost by the hard leather bit.

Dorian put her hand up.

“Or Driveshaft can take you back, plop you on your doorstep as is, you can figure out how to untangle yourself and your initiate process is done.”

“And you’ll be done with the club,” said Angie sternly.

Gail quieted down and looked back and forth between Dorian and Angie. She nodded her head.

After Gail was relieved of her ropes and given the same hose bath and toilet break as Lena. Two cuffed and gagged initiates were now dressed in rough burlap, while Gail’s gag was switched out for a red ball gag, matching Lena’s.

“Well, we’ll make good use of you two today,” said Angie.

“And I expect you two to work together,” said Dorian, her eyes directly on Gail.

Lena did not have time to reflect on all that happened this morning as the roar of motorcycles filled the campground. The general membership began to arrive, larger than what she usually saw at the tavern.

“We always get good attendance when a new initiate makes her debut,” whispered Angie into her ear, slipping her hand under the rough fabric of her dress and massaging her rear end.

Lena and Gail worked as servers, keeping coffee cups filled, as well as the occasional hair of the dog in a cold beer, and bringing out plates of food cooked by a group of women supervised by Angie.

The atmosphere was as cheerful and friendly when Lena served the same group at the tavern. Handling items with her hands cuffed in front, her mouth gagged, wearing an even skimpier outfit that she did at work made it all the more appealing for the leggy initiate and her exhibitionist tendencies.

Lena felt she made a good impression due to the lingering looks and occasional pinch along her very accessible rear end and the backs of her bare thighs.

After breakfast the men and women separated. Following the cleanup, Lena and Gail were placed on two small camp stools, in the middle of a semi-circle of the female membership.

The gags were unbuckled to hang around their necks, each given a bottle of mineral water.

Gail and Lena ignored each other for several minutes as the other women softly conversed, until Dorian approached.

“I must say, I’m impressed. No spills, just the right amount of titillation. Although Lena has a slight edge as she’s very experienced earning tips off those sexy stems at the tavern. But you’re both on the right track.”

Lena nodded with no questions, remembering Dorian’s advice to be patient.

Gail muttered something that sounded disgruntled.

“What’s that Gail?” asked Dorian.

“Nothing.” But her tone was petulant.

“Do you need to be ball gagged the rest of the day? Because that will put you further behind.”

Gail kept silent, although her face was beet red.

“You are a proud one,” said Dorian. “But you need to temper that.”

Angie approached holding two ring gags and the initiates’ ball gags were removed from their necks.

Lena was not surprised to be muzzled again and this type of gag implied there would be more intense activity to come.

Her mouth was held open as before, but available for service through the open rubber ring her lips closed around.

Two women each took Lena and Gail to picnic tables on opposite ends of the pavilion. Lena was placed on her back, arms stretched over her head, the wrists cuffs brought tautly back and tied downward. Her ankles were tied to opposite legs of the table. Given the skimpy nature of her uniform, she could feel her crotch exposed to the summer air.

She had a glimpse of Gail also being secured, but face down, her rear end high in the air, bare and very accessible.

It didn’t start in a rush or all at once. Gradually, as Dorian stayed at the head of the table, observing, a few people approached. Surprisingly for bikers and their old ladies, the first touch and grasps she felt were gently probing.

Her body bucked forward reflexively, but only as far as her bonds let her, as she felt two hands rub her pussy. One belonged to a male with his arm around a female who probed with her own hand. The couple’s fingers worked in tandem, making their way inside her.

Lena gave out a muffled moan as the woman nodded to her man and he brought down his jeans, his cock hard and ready. As he mounted Lena, the woman rubbed his back, looking over her man’s shoulder at Lena with warm and sympathetic eyes.

As the day wore on, Lena was struck by how the bikers and their old ladies took mutual pleasure in the initiation duties, at the same time seeming to show affection toward Lena.

She couldn’t see what was happening to Gail, but heard frequent slaps, followed by muffled responses, definitely the sign of ongoing spanking and flogging for her new rival.

Even while being fucked, another large biker cock would suddenly appear by her face. Dorian would gently turn Lena’s head toward the newcomer and Lena did her best to keep up, taking them in through her ring gag as she was being rammed.

Her face was soaked with sweat and cum. Unable to move, she lost count of the continuing sensations, the ongoing parade, a blend of lust and attention that she relished.

Being fucked and sucking cock was one aspect. Being bound and gagged took it to a higher level. But she also wanted to be disciplined and felt envious whenever she heard the slaps and lashes Gail was receiving.

It wasn’t just the men that fucked her. One of the women approached wearing a strap on. As Lena peered through her sweat filled eyes, she could tell the young leggy biker babe was hesitant. A large pair of hands grabbed her waist from behind and one of the male bikers whispered in her ear, helping her guide the dildo into Lena.

It was an even more gentle fuck compared to the other dalliances of the afternoon. Lena wanted to say something appreciative to the couple, but only a garbled mess of muffled moans came out.

“It’s okay, sweetie,” said Dorian, squeezing her shoulders. “They get it.”

Dorian leaned down.

“It’s time. I want you to cum as much as you want, Lena.”

Dorian walked to the other end of the table; the onlookers quietly gave her space. Lena did not know what to expect, perhaps she would bring out the pocket vibrator she had used last night.

She closed her eyes and began to moan in delight as Dorian bent down and her tongue moved up and down Lena’s pussy.

This was the first time anyone had eaten her out during the initiation process. Dorian’s was skillful, keeping her on the edge.

“Remember what I told you, Lena,” said Dorian as she brought her face up slightly to the bound and gagged initiate, her smile highlighted by Lena’s juices coating her face.

Dorian returned to her endeavors and Lena felt her climax building. She moaned into the gag. There was a squeeze on her shoulders, and she opened her eyes to see Angie, who had begun her initiation by bringing her here tied up and gagged, head to foot.

Angie said nothing but nodded. Dorian’s tongue was relentless. Lena ‘s bonds held her down, but she found herself cumming as she closed her eyes and let a scream out through her tight gag.

Spent, she found herself drifting in and out. There was a slight series of tugs, and she was untied and helped off the table.

The cuffs and gag were taken off as Dorian and Angie took her back to the rear of the pavilion.

She glanced at the hose.

“Don’t worry, dear, that was just to wake you up this morning,” said Angie with a smile. “You’ve earned about a half hour break. Get cleaned up and we’ll fix a plate for you.”

After munching on some fruit and cleaning up, Lena found a fresh sackcloth dress laid out on a table.

“You’re doing well,” said Dorian. “Follow us.”

Dorian and Angie escorted her closer to the tree line where the members parked their bikes and pitched their tents. It felt strange to move about while not bound and gagged.

About halfway between the pavilion and the tree line, they stopped at a wooden X frame that stood alone amidst a circle of wooden stumps and large block stones.

Without a word, the two older females guided Lena’s limbs onto the frame. It had built in cuffs, and she was shackled spread eagled facing out.

“Not surprisingly, you’ll stay bound and gagged on this frame for the next phase. It will be free use until tomorrow but neither Angie or I will be here to supervise. We’ll come by occasionally to check on you and give you water breaks.”

“What about -?” Lena moved her head toward Gail who was still bound to a table, receiving a steady spanking by one of the women. Her ass was bright red.

“She needs, how’s the best way to put this – more extra credit in order to get out of the doghouse,” said Dorian.

“Don’t worry about her,” said Angie. “Ready for your gag?”

It was the first time Angie had not interrupted her mid-sentence in order to gag her.

“Just one request.”

The two older women raised their eyes.

“Tell everyone how bad I’ve been. I really feel the need to be punished.”

Dorian smiled and Angie placed a hard leather bit gag between Lena’s teeth.

“That’s why we put you on the frame, sweetie. Don’t worry,” said Angie as she buckled the gag in. “You’ll find while you’re in this position, a lot of the members will project their own feelings of guilt on you.”

“Remember, no matter how much you want to scratch that desire to be punished, you’ve earned the right to cum as often as you want during the rest of your initiate process,” said Dorian. “Let yourself go.”

“Gail on the other hand will be edging for the time being. She definitely needs to learn more patience,” added Angie.

Lena nodded, grateful to be bound spread-eagled, gagged and on display. Dorian and Angie soon left her alone. She heard some rustling to her side and waited for her first visitors and hoped for the discipline she craved. She knew it would make her cum as hard as anything.