Librium

by PJ Bayliss

‘…why two leashes?’ Julie felt an instant sense of regret as soon as she’d asked.

  ‘This one is for me,’ Chaise held one leash up high in his right hand, then held the other leash up in his left hand. ‘This one is for Carl.’

  A rush of blood gouged through the veins in her forehead. The thought of answering to both twins flooded her mind and sent a gorgeous throb of lust pounding between her thighs.

  ‘Carl? Oh my God… fuck me!’

  ‘Yes, you’ve got the general principle there babe,’ he replied smugly. ‘Now go on and put this on for tonight. I’ll let Carl know we’re almost ready to go.’

  He tossed the bag toward her feet. Julie looked inside with her eyes opened wide. Then she removed the garment from the bag and held it up high in front of her.

  ‘Whaaa?’

  ‘It’s a cat suit. I bought it especially for tonight. They assured me it would fit you after I got your measurements, though it looks like a tight fit.’

  ‘Don’t it, eh? Looks tiny…’

  ‘Well, it isn’t meant to be all floppy like a scarf.’

  ‘No, I guess not.’

  ◆◆◆

  They agreed to defer the decision about her trip to New York for later and to spend one more night of being reckless together to forget the situation. It wasn’t going to disappear, but it wouldn’t be resolved overnight either so they just needed to put it aside until her thoughts came together. Chaise may have been disappointed with her indecisiveness, but he knew that forcing her into any decision wasn’t the right answer either.

  Julie went into the bathroom to put the costume on. She opened removed all the contents from the bag and placed them on the counter top.

  A bottle of talcum powder.

  Silicon oil.

  Instruction booklet.

  A belt.

  Black heels.

  More instructions, “Your First Cat Suit”

  ‘Jesus Christ! what a rigmarole…’ she muttered to herself, ‘This better be bloody-well worth-while.’

  She flicked through the pages of the book and started to manipulate the suit to determine the best method of putting it on.

  ‘You okay in there?’

  ‘Yeah, just trying to work it out.’

  ‘Want a hand?’

  Julie declined.

  There was no way she wanted to have Chaise in the room as she tried to figure this out for the first time. It was a border-line cock-up as she tried to dress herself. Lest she could maintain was a sense of dignity.

  Step by step Julie followed the instructions. She started rolling the legs down to her ankles for them to be rolled back up again. This wasn’t like getting dressed at all. It was more like re-entry into an entirely different dimension as the tight latex material gradually consumed her body.

  With her thighs completely covered she hoisted the suit up over her buttocks and immediately felt the effect of the material against her arse and lower back. She paused and turned to see herself in the mirror, observing how the impression of the tightly wound patterns of her G-string were highlighted.

  Nothing was hidden from the naked eye. She was amazed at how the material felt against her skin and the restriction it imposed upon her body. Julie continued to dress herself by hunching her shoulders into its cavity and squeezing her arms into the sleeves. With a few final wriggles and arm rotations she was finally in.

  Julie admired herself in the mirror and smiled. It felt good. It felt better than good, as if the suit was meant to be for her. She ran her fingertips across the shiny black material and shuddered as tiny shivers rippled up her torso and through her spine.

  ‘I’m ready,’ she announced to Chaise as she exited the bathroom.

  His back was turned to her and all she could see was a long full-length leather coat that that hung snugly upon his shoulders. ‘You think so?’ He turned around to face her.

  Chaise was wearing black combat trousers and a snug fitting grey striped t-shirt with leather boots. Julie gulped at the sight of his stern face, then she noticed the leather leash in his hand. Suddenly she felt less than ready.

  There was a knock at the door and Chaise motioned for Julie to answer it. ‘That’ll be Carl no doubt, can you let him in?’

  She levered the chain lock free and opened the door to let Carlos in. He was dressed in black as well, only he wore a jacket and jeans with a jet-black long sleeved shirt. He casually strolled into the room and greeted his brother.

  ‘Are we ready to go?’

  ‘Just one minor formality,’ replied Chaise, ‘I’ve got something for Julie.’ Chaise beckoned her to approach them.

  The tone in his voice guided her reactions. She immediately realised that her role for the evening had begun. Donning the cat suit had been her transformation, and Chaise had stepped into his pair of boots for evening while she had struggled to put it on.

  Sheepishly she walked across the room and stood before Chaise who spun her on the spot. He gathered her hair from her shoulders and slipped a thin leather collar around her neck. He buckled it up and let her hair back down over her shoulders.

  ‘You realise what this is, don’t you?’

  ‘Yes Chaise, I think so…’

  ‘It’s a collar. Your collar. For tonight, and tonight only.’

  ‘I understand, and thank you.’

  ‘Go and look at it, use the bathroom mirror.’

  Julie re-entered the bathroom and flicked the light back on, her reflection leapt upon the wall mirror. Admiring the leather strap running across her neck, she ran her fingers across it from the front of her throat and worked her way back. Then, Julie felt a metal ring located at the rear on the side. She reached up with her other hand and felt another ring on the opposite side. She was just about to ask why there were two rings on the collar, when she remembered the leash.

  Or leashes, as it were.

  A tide of warmth flushed through her body with the thought of being led by Chaise and his brother on separate leads’. Tiny beads of perspiration formed on her forehead as she realised her predicament. She lowered the zip at the front of the catsuit to cool herself down.

  ‘That’s gotta go…’ Julie muttered to herself and she scrambled to remove her arms and shoulders from the suit to eventually discard her bra. She put the suit back on with the zip lowered down to her bosom. She smirked with satisfaction. It looked so much sexier without a brassiere strap protruding between the latex and her bosom. It was also cooler having her flesh exposed as such.

  Adoring eyes fell upon her when she re-entered the room, stopping at the zipper she’d just adjusted. Chaise and Carlos did their best to restrain their jaws from dropping as well.

  She asked Chaise what he thought about the collar and adjustment to the suit. He smiled and approached her before slowly lowering the zipper down even further, watching her eyes widen with surprise in the process.

  ‘This’ll keep you cool tonight, don’t you think?’ He traced his fingertips down her chest until he touched the tip of Julie’s upper abdominal muscle.

  Julie gulped back her doubt and agreed with his suggestion. She felt naked already with the skin-tight suit clinging to her skin. The cool breeze caressed her chest only enhanced the sensation and made her feel naughtier still.

  ‘Do you want to be clipped up here? Or closer to the club?’

  ‘Ooo, I hadn’t thought about that! We’ll have to walk past the concierge downstairs…’

  ‘That’s the general principle, yes.’

  ‘Dressed like this!’ she exclaimed.

  ‘C’mon Julie, you’ve walked around in public in similar before.’

  ‘Like when?’

  ‘Like when you wear your bikini, for example.’

  Julie scowled at him. ‘A bikini? A bikini is completely different Chaise, and you know it.’

  ‘It’s a little different, I’ll admit that,’ he grinned, ‘thing is, there’s not a hell of a lot of choice doll. We’re not climbing out the window or fire exit to get
out of this building tonight,’ Chaise clipped his led onto one of the rings on her collar, ‘and a leash or two isn't going to make much difference with this outfit. So, are you ready?’

  Carlos clipped his lead onto the other ring. ‘I think she’s as ready as ever bro.’

  A distinct feeling of seclusion and helplessness fell over Julie’s soul. It was a hollow feeling that rung her insides out like a dishwashing rag. Her heart was pounding hard and fast with anxiety mingled with excitement.

  ‘I’m ready. Let’s do this.’

  ◆◆◆

  They made their way down the hallway and to the stairwell. Julie fell back behind the boys who never turned back to see how she was coping. The leashes flicked across her outfit occasionally as they walked, sending sparks of exhilaration across her skin.

  Chaise paused at the concierge.

  ‘Hold this,’ he passed the lead to Carlos, ‘I have a taxi ordered,’ then he waltzed over to the counter while Carlos and Julie waited patiently.

  A couple of hotel guests approached, barely any eye contact was made between them as they passed by and made their way to the downstairs lounge. Julie let out a little snigger as they departed from view.

  ‘Are you enjoying this?’ Carlos asked.

  ‘Kinda. It’s not as if I’m ever going to see these people again, is it?’

  Carlos smiled. He was pleased that Julie was handling the situation in such a manner.

  ‘Do you know what’s in store for us tonight?’

  ‘It’s a meeting,’ replied Carlos. ‘A local club is putting it together. It’s like a recruitment drive from what I gather.’

  ‘Like a fancy-dress thing?’

  ‘Hmmm, I wouldn’t call it that,’ he gestured at their outfits. ‘What we’re wearing, “this”, is pretty much the norm. You won’t look out of place.’

  ‘Definitely not,’ affirmed Chaise who had just returned to overhear their conversation. ‘I’ve checked out some of the recent parties these guys have thrown. We will fit in, trust me.

  He motioned for them to walk outside to where their taxi was waiting. It was a little blue Ford Focus and the three of them squeezed into the back seat. It was a tight fit and for Julie, having the near-naked feeling of her latex suit pressed up against the boys was a sensual joy.

  The taxi driver barely said a word as he wove his way through the narrow, cobbled streets. Before long they entered Niddry Street where the driver parked opposite the club. Carlos offered to settle the fare as the others got out.

  Music and voices flooded the street from the arched entrance to the club. Groups of people hung outside smoking cigarettes and a burly bouncer was propped up against the wall.

  ‘This is the place,’ Chaise looked down at Julie’s nervous face. ‘You alright?’

  ‘Yeah, I'll be fine,’ she replied apprehensively.

  ‘Look, I know this is quite a bit to get used to, for both of us. But if you have any doubt whatsoever, just let me know, okay?’

  Julie assured him that would happen. His advice helped her feel at ease a little more, but she also expected that to be the case. This, by all accounts, was Chaise following through with due diligence to ensure she would remain safe for the night.

  Carlos joined them and took hold of the lead in Chaise’s hand. ‘Shit, this place is different. How’d you find out about it?’

  ‘Easy dude. It didn’t take long to connect the dots with this crowd. It’s a local University Fetish Group, and I have a couple of contacts that helped me out.’

  They stood and watched a little longer and cased the place out. A couple more groups of people arrived on foot and another taxi.

  ‘This is all because of that book last year you know?’ pipped Carlos. ‘Ever since then, it’s become a friggin trend.’

  ‘Too true. But it’s a trend I could probably get used to, don’t ya think?’ replied Chaise. ‘C’mon, let’s go and have some fun.’

  Julie was pleased Carlos asked the question. Initially she was concerned about how connected Chaise appeared to be with this culture, but the book craze theory was sound. She knew herself just how common the topic was amongst her girlfriends. For now, it was just a fancy-dress book craze, but that impression was about to change beyond the archway of the club.

  ◆◆◆

  The Caves nightclub was based in Edinburgh’s historical old town and they used to be part of city’s South Bridge back in the eighteenth century. It used to be home to a host of colourful characters that made a living selling booze, booty, and bodies - not necessarily in that order. It was an underground culture that only the boldest would venture into, and now Julie was being led into its chamber with a leather leash and collar.

  Cobbled walls intersected the cobbled pavement and dimly-lit arches stretched up toward the roof and ceiling. The floor was congested with bodies of all shapes and sizes dressed to the nine in leather, lace, and satin. They swarmed together, writhing to the music and entertaining themselves.

  Julie’s eyes became accustomed to the light. She couldn’t help but notice the envious looks that slipped her way as she walked. Her chest heaved out with pride after hearing a nearby girl comment on how fabulous she looked with two Masters’ leading her in. She felt so compelled to strut, but decided against it given the character frame of mind she was in.

  She noticed a tall ginger-haired man push his way out of the crowd toward them. ‘Chaise? Chaise Vallati?’

  Chaise nodded and the stranger held his hand out to introduce himself. ‘I’m Michael, we talked on the phone.’

  ‘Pleased to finally meet you, Michael. This is my brother, Carl, and of course Julie.’

  ‘Pleasure is all mine, and please call me Mike. I’ve heard all about you chaps up at the Saint. It’s great to finally meet you.’

  The stranger explained what the meeting was all about and that it was an opportunity for newbies to learn and observe. There was plenty of drink at the bar, smoking was to take place outside, refreshments were coming as part of the cover charge and the exhibits were located at the rear of the room.

  ‘Exhibits?’ Julie asked, ‘Do you mean artwork?’

  Michael smiled, ‘Some might call it that, but no. Definitely not the artwork you’d hang up on your walls.’

  Julie looked at Chaise in confusion and he leant down to whisper something in her ear. Her cheeks blushed a vivid crimson red as he speculated on what kind of exhibition would be likely at such an event.

  ‘Oh, I see…’ she replied.

  Michael laughed. ‘Take your time and have a look as you wish. Everything is totally consensual tonight, of course.’

  Carlos announced that he was going to grab a drink for them and left Chaise holding his leash.

  ‘You okay with all this Jules?’

  ‘Ah, yeah. I’m fine.’

  ‘You look a little hot…’ he smirked.

  ‘Smarty pants!’ she nodded her head toward a couple that were kissing passionately beneath one of the arches. ‘They look like they’re enjoying themselves.’

  ‘So do they,’ Chaise tipped his head to a couple behind her. She turned around to see a hefty girl dressed in a black bikini top and leather skirt straddling her partner in the corner of the room. Julie’s mouth gaped open at the sight and she wondered if there was any penetration involved.

  At that moment, the girl raised her buttocks up and plunged back down onto him. Any question of doubt was immediately erased from her mind.

  ‘Oh my goodness!’ Julie exclaimed. ‘Did you see that?’

  Chaise laughed. ‘I love it when you act so innocent,’ he pulled the leash in tight and kissed her upon the bottom lip, ‘Shall we go and watch some more?’

  Julie’s face beamed. There was no need for words.

  Once Carlos arrived back the trio made their way to the back of the room. Julie weaved her way through the swarm of bodies, pushing up against them in the process to get through. Julie felt naughty doing so as she felt practically naked in the catsuit.
With one last nudge of her chest, an opening in the crowd appeared before her and a sight that took her breath away.

  A pair of naked buttocks was right there, almost within her reach. They were clenched tight, as was his thighs, and he stood upon tippy-toe with his back to her. He was pumping furiously with his hardened tricep rapidly shaking away at his side. Within seconds he climaxed, his back arching in pleasure and a growl rumbled from his throat while he slowly milked himself.

  Julie gulped back her shock at what she had stumbled upon. This was like no exhibition she’d ever seen or heard about before and she watched with curiosity as the stranger calmly turned around and walked away. She took a brief glance at the look of satisfaction on his face when she noticed the subject of his desire behind him.

  A girl…

  Julie wiped the sweat from her forehead and looked back to Chaise who had a smug smile upon his face. She looked back at the girl.

  Julie noticed the rope work and knots that crisscrossed her naked torso. She was lying on her back and red rivers of taut skin highlighted each bight of the rope as it hugged her body. The girl’s breasts were pink and tightly constrained, just like her wrists that were tied to a nearby pole. Her head dangled off the edge of the bench and her hair dangled down to the ground where several drops of semen had fallen from the guy that had just departed.

  Julie barely had time to marvel at the scene when another male walked up and proceeded to stroke himself in front of the girl. To his side, several more were standing there waiting, each one of them fluffing their erections up and preparing themselves for the inevitable release. Within moments the second guy was in full climax and preparing to release his seed all over the girl. He groaned and wretched as he came, all within mere feet from Julie and the other observers.

  ‘Are you enjoying this?’ Chaise whispered in her ear.

  Julie looked at him as if it had been the dumbest question she’d ever heard in her life.

  Chaise smiled and nodded his head back toward the exhibition. ‘Check this out!’

  Two guys were now positioned at each side of the girl’s shoulders, facing toward each other, furiously masturbating away. Their erect cocks hovered over her throat as they quickly proceeded to build up their climax. Then a third guy pounced up upon the bench and stood over the girl’s waist preparing to cum all over her torso. All three men were wearing balaclava’s this time, but Julie barely noticed that as she eagerly watched every stroke and thrust from their hips.