Bipasha Bound
As she stepped out of the airliner onto the stairway she paused. It was a dream come true and she wanted to savor the moment. Bipasha had never been out of India before and now here she was in New York City. She had grown up a Bengali in upper middle class Calcutta. She was more cosmopolitan than most and was even considered by many to be more Anglophone than Indian but this was her first venture into the world beyond India.
An overweight man in a cheap suit behind her assumed that this immigrants English was poor and he loudly said ‘Get that pretty ass in gear honey; I don’t have all day to stand around.’ He was one of those jerks who tries to amuse those around him by being obnoxious and he thought that she would be an easy target.
She understood him perfectly, her English was without a doubt better than his. She smiled at him and said ‘Thank you for your concern kind sir, your compassion is as big as your belly.’ The other passengers roared with laughter as his face turned red.
After the usual customs check she met her boyfriend and collected her luggage. She had met Rahul in Mumbai on one of her many trips there. The attraction, for both was purely physical at first, they made a good looking couple. After a few dates they genuinely liked each other but had yet to determine where the relationship was going.
Rahul had come to the city ahead of her on business and had arranged with his employer to follow his meetings with a week of vacation. He invited Bipasha to join him. Even though they had only been dating a short time and she hardly knew him she accepted his offer. It was her first opportunity to travel to New York, one of the greatest cities in the world.
Rahul wanted to impress her and so he made arrangements to see all of the sights; the Statue of Liberty, Central Park, Times Square, all the places she had read about. In the evenings he had made reservations at popular night clubs. It was to be a busy week.
On the third evening they left the hotel excited to see more of the nightlife. They went for supper at Luka. It is ranked as the #4 restaurant in the city and it suited them perfectly. If they weren’t feeling adventurous Indian food was available as a last resort.
After a great meal they took a taxi to the club. The cab pulled up in front of Paddles, a club that Rahul had chosen from the number of five star reviews it received on the internet. It was a special sort of club that Bipasha was soon to find out.
They were greeted at the door and seated by a woman in a very skimpy, rather odd looking, black leather outfit. It was only then that Bipasha took a good look around. The other patrons were dressed much like the maître d. Black leather dominated the revealing outfits that were adorned with silver studs, rings and chains. Bipasha looked at Rahul in shock; he had brought her to a bondage club.
She was no stranger to the idea, she had read about them, but never did she think that she would actually see one or be in one for that matter. All around her were various apparatus with straps and chains and cuffs. Men and women were fastening each other to crosses and frames and racks. Most were being tormented in one way or another. For some it was as tame as a tickling, for others it was as intense as being flogged.
The waitress came to take their drink order. ‘We won’t be staying’ said Bipasha ‘we made a mistake, we have to go.’ She glared at Rahul. He had confessed his interest in bondage to her shortly after they met and had tried to talk her into trying it. She wasn’t interested and she told him so but here he was trying again.
‘Please don’t leave’ begged the waitress ‘I can see from your clothes that you are new here but give it a chance. You may find it entertaining and there is no obligation to participate, newcomers are welcome to just watch.’
Bipasha looked at Rahul. As the waitress had said they did stand out from the others. He wore a beautifully embroidered dark blue johdpuri suit with black trousers and black mojari shoes. His handsome dark features and sleek hair, while not unusual in New York, were unique in this place.
Bipasha was attired in a mix of modern and traditional. For the traditional she saw a salwar kurti as nothing more than a mini-dress and wore a crimson one ornately decorated with gold and silver embroidery. She added modern accents to her outfit with black silk stockings and silver strappy high heels. A long gold silk dupatta was draped over her shoulders.
With her long curly hair, dark skin and exquisite eyes she was by far the most beautiful women in the club.
‘What do you think?’ he asked ‘Will you stay and watch for a while?’
‘We will have one drink and I’ll have a look around’ she replied coldly ‘then we can ask the waitress to recommend a place more suitable?’
The waitress smiled at their decision and took their order. While they were waiting they looked around. Many people smiled and waved, amused by the sight of these two, but no one approached them. All around people were bound and gagged, restrained in many unique and creative ways. Rahul felt uncomfortable because he had hoped that in the excitement of being in the “Big Apple” she might be more willing to try something new. What Bipasha felt was surprising, most of all to her.
These people were quite sexy to her. It wasn’t just the way they were provocatively dressed. It was the attitude of openness and the spirit of fun that made them attractive. This place was about pleasure, a strange sort of pleasure no doubt, but everyone embraced it and you could see the joy in their faces.
They sipped their drinks and continued to observe, Rahul looking nervous and Bipasha looking amused. A trio of women seated at the bar stood and walked over. ‘Welcome to New York’ said the first, a skinny red head, wearing nothing more than a black leather bikini and black nylon stockings with high heels. The second, a full figured Ebony, in spandex shorts, fishnets, a sports bra and sneakers, said ‘welcome to Paddles.’ The third, a punk Latina with a purple Mohawk hairdo, wearing a very short leather skirt, a very tight halter top and knee high boots with five inch heels said ‘welcome to the time of your lives.’
One sat on either arm of Rahul’s chair and put an arm around him. The third stood behind him and placed her hands on his shoulders. In addition to the black outfits and the large expanses of exposed flesh each woman was generously adorned with tattoos and piercings. Even though they were draped over Rahul they ignored him and spoke to Bipasha.
‘Can we borrow your boyfriend?’ ‘We would like to show you how much fun he can be.’ ‘We promise to bring him right back.’ All three looked at Bipasha with the most erotic smiles she had ever seen. She was so caught up in the moment that she nodded in agreement before considering just what they wanted with him.
As they helped him up from his chair he looked at Bipasha. He said nothing but his face was easy to read; “watch and learn.” It was then she realized that he had arranged this beforehand.
The women pushed him along, touching him in places that soon had him forgetting about Bipasha. Bipasha could clearly see that he was a very willing victim. They led him to a large heavy wooden cross with leather shackles at its extremities. They began to remove his clothes. He looked at Bipasha with a smile. The women all looked at her too.
‘May we?’ was all that the one in the skirt asked. Bipasha, thought “why not” and gave a thumb up. Rahul was soon stripped to his underwear. A large ball gag was inserted into his mouth and he was strapped to the cross. The trio each selected a flogger, the soft ones that are just for fun, and began to lash him.
Bipasha blushed. He looked very sexy bound like that. He also looked very pleased if the erection that was growing in his shorts was any indication. She found watching this very arousing and began to consider how much better it would be to be participating. She stood up and picked a flogger of her own from the rack.
She gave him several good lashes as the trio cheered her on. With each swing of the flogger she felt the thrill of being in control. She was soon to see the other side.
Four very good looking, very well built young men descended on her. They were attired in much the same fetish styles as the women were. Two stood behind her and one on each side. The most handsome one did all the talking.
‘Why let him have all the fun? A beautiful woman like you should be enjoying herself too. Why not let us introduce you to a whole world of new possibilities?’
‘I don’t know’ she said ‘I really shouldn’t. I only just came here to see the city, not to do anything like this!’
‘Life is too short to be refusing free samples’ he replied as he took hold of her arm. The one on the other side took hold of that arm. One of the men behind her reached over her head with a large panel gag. When the Bipasha saw the long red plug attached to it she opened her mouth to protest. It was a mistake that many make.
The plug filled her mouth and held her tongue down. As they buckled it tightly into place a few “mmph’s” of complaint told her that negotiating with them was going to be impossible.
‘If you want to see the city we can show it to you in a way that you have never imagined in your wildest dreams.’
The man who did the talking pulled off her dupatta. He motioned for his assistants to raise her arms up. Then he began to lift her salwar. Bipasha squealed in protest and embarrassment as he lifted it to show her generous bosom which was encased in a black lace brassiere. Working carefully so that she wouldn’t escape the four men slipped her arms out of her sleeves.
One of them produced a pair of soft suede cuffs with a short gold chain between them. They put her arms behind her and buckled the shackles up. She twisted and pulled. The cuffs were quite comfortable but also snug and there was no getting out of them. The salwar was dropped back down to cover her up.
Rahul had made previous arrangements with these guys earlier when he set up Bipasha for her introduction to bondage. He had told them about how she veiled with her dupatta when going outside and the four men were only too happy to oblige. The dupatta was draped over her head covering her forehead, then one end was pulled across her throat and the other end was pulled over her nose and mouth. The two ends were then tied behind her head snugly, just as Rahul had instructed them. Her gag was carefully hidden under the dupatta veil and there was now no obvious evidence that she was a captive.
‘Come see our city’ he said as they lead her out of the club onto the street. Bipasha was mortified. The violation in the confines of the club was bad enough but to be paraded in public was humiliating. She lowered her head as they marched her down the sidewalk. After half a block she had a revelation.
Dressed as they were the men in the bondage gear unbelievably attracted no attention. The people on the bustling walk paid no attention. She lifted her head. No one noticed her carefully concealed captivity. She realized that even if they did they probably wouldn’t care. It was just another day in New York and strange sights were part of living here.
Every now and then someone cast a glance at the woman in the beautiful clothes with her face mysteriously covered. A few other Indians bowed in greeting as they passed. She returned the gesture but could say nothing.
This was exciting. To be helpless, at the mercy of strangers, not knowing what was to come next. And yet it wasn’t frightening at all. These men conducted her carefully along and protected her from being bumped or jostled in the crowd. They touched her to guide her which at first bothered her but their contact wasn’t anything more than concern for her safety. She soon came to like the feel of their strong hands directing her.
All too soon it was over. They had gone completely around the block and were back at the club. Rahul was waiting, with the trio, a flogger in his hand. The women took her from the men and led her to a high padded bench. They bent her over so that she rested chest down on the seat. The legs of the bench had cuffs that they fastened around her ankles. She was now helplessly displayed for all to see.
Rahul stepped up and lifted the salwar to expose her bottom. Her black thong hid little from view. The crowd began to cheer as he raised the flogger. Bipasha tried to beg him to stop but the gag thwarted her efforts.
The first stroke was light and only tickled. Each one that followed became more vigorous until they began to sting. By that point she didn’t mind. It felt so good to be helpless at the hands of her lover.
After ten strokes Rahul raised his arms for the crowd to be silent. When the noise died down he held out the flogger towards them.
‘Five American dollars a stroke’ he announced ‘all the money will go to charity.’
The patrons lined up, cash in hand, to take their turn.
Bipasha felt arousal like never before. Each lash was different and she never knew what to expect. Some were light, some were hard. Some targeted her bottom, some her legs, one even delivered two sharp strikes to her back.
When each had taken a turn she was released. She stood and turned to see Rahul, still in just his underwear, clutching two fists full of cash. He had the biggest smile on his face that she had ever seen on him. The women escorted them back to their table where fresh drinks were waiting.
Feeling bolder than she ever had she extended her hands towards the woman holding the cuffs that had just been removed; ‘Please’ was all she said. She put them back on Bipasha in front so that she could pick up her drink. She sat and sipped and looked at Rahul.
He dropped the money to the table. ‘You pick the charity’ he told her ‘it was you who earned it. Now you have seen, this is not all sadism and pain, there are those of us who just want to have fun.’
Bipasha called out to the men who had bound her. They came to the table.
‘You four interrupted me earlier’ she said ‘I wasn’t done with him. We need to finish.’
They scooped Rahul out of his chair and carried him off to a rack where he was spread eagled face down and gagged with a shiny silver bit gag. ‘Five American dollars a stroke’ she announced ‘all of the money goes to charity.’ The patrons of the club lined up again and each was took a turn lashing his bottom.
Bipasha sipped and watched as he squirmed with pleasure. Then she downed her drink and got into line. When it was her turn she declined the soft suede flogger that was being passed to her. She had already selected one with firm leather tails.