On a warm late September Saturday evening I left my New Jersey home to attend a bachelor party in New York City. Little did I know at the time but I was about to go on a journey into a world I barely knew existed with two of the most beautiful guides on the planet. My adventure started after I left the party shortly after midnight and stopped in an all night delicatessen near 25th Street for some coffee that I hoped would both wake me up and sober me up. As I was pouring my coffee an incredibly gorgeous woman walked in and asked the girl at the counter for a pack of cigarettes. I looked over and immediately was transfixed by her exquisite looks and the very provocative, revealing leather outfit she was wearing. Feeling embolden by my friend demon alcohol I sauntered up to the counter and asked if she would let me pay for her pack of smokes. She turned to look at me and as her eyes met mine I felt like she was reading my mind. I stared at her but started to feel very helpless. "Of course you can buy them for me," she slowly replied. Then she added in a slightly condescending tone, "And you can light them all night for me if you wish." Thinking she was kidding but still transfixed by her unblinking eyes staring right through me, I smiled and jokingly answered that "I would love to but that would mean you would have to let me follow you around for a while." Her eyes darkened with a touch of fury and she forcefully pulled me by my shirt closer to her. "I would enjoy having you follow me around all evening but don't think you can win me over with a smile. I may look like one of your fantasies come to life but be assured I am quite real and pathetic males like you learn quickly to take me seriously while the world I live in laughs at the absurdity of it all. Do I make myself clear?" I had no idea what she meant but I cast my eyes downward and muttered yes to the floor. She pushed me away from her and speaking to me in a more authoritative tone she said, "I have a number of rules you must agree to if you wish to accompany me. I will tell you them after you pay for my cigarettes and get outside. You can agree to obey them or you can go home. It doesn't make any difference to me." The girl behind the counter, who I had forgotten about, started laughing as the beautiful woman walked out the door. I blushed as I fumbled for some money and after paying I hurried outside after leaving my coffee and my pride behind in the store. The woman was standing at the curb waiting for me. As I got near her, she held out her gloved hand. "Kiss it," she commanded. I wasn't sure I liked being told what to do but I wanted to kiss her so I gingerly took her hand and touched my lips to the soft leather that encased her fingers. I started to feel slightly dizzy and I heard her voice ring through the city night and take control of what I had left of my senses. "Keep kissing and listen... I am Mistress Harley Quinn. You are now my slave. You will obey all my commands without hesitation no matter how humiliating or painful they might be to you. You will not speak unless spoken to and you will never complain about anything required of you by me or by any of my friends. You will pay for the entire cost of the evening and you will be allowed to go home only when I give my permission. Are we clear slave?" Still bent down to her hand and covering it in kisses that were getting more passionate and more sincere with every word she spoke I grunted out "Crystal" as in "crystal clear." Mistress Harley Quinn was not amused by my lame reply and roughly pulling my hair she lifted my head off her hand and in a split second I was face to face with her. In the dark of the night her eyes were deep pools of shimmering liquid radiance and once and for all she wove her spell around me. She seductively smiled and whispering very slowly so I had to hang on to every word she hissed that the correct response tonight to all of her commands would be, "I exist only to please you, Mistress Harley Quinn. And don't forget it!!" I doubted I would because as she must have known that is exactly how I felt at that moment. "Well, now that we've gotten properly acquainted I want you to open my cigarettes and lighter and give me one." She gave me a lighter to light it with and told me that I would be in charge of her cigarettes and lighter the rest of the night and to make sure I was always ready with them whenever she snapped her fingers. "I exist only to please you, Mistress Harley Quinn, " I quickly stammered. "Good slave... now let's get going." As if on cue an old Cadillac screeched up to the curve. A good looking man got out and Mistress Harley Quinn greeting him with, "Hi, Joker." She kissed him and said to him that she had a willing submissive for fun and games. "You always do, Harley," he replied. "Open the trunk, Joker - I'm sure our new pet will be comfortable there and since we are picking up Skye I can surprise her when we get to the club with this pitiful excuse for a male. She'll love making him do tricks, don't you think?" "He's the most pathetic wimp you've picked up yet, Harley. I'm sure we will all have some fun with him, " Joker replied grinning at me. "Merci beaucoup, Joker. You sure know how to compliment your woman. " She turned to me and pointing to the trunk said, "In, slave." I hesitated just for a second and instantly she brought her gloved hand across my face. I scampered into the trunk to avoid another slap and the trunk closed over me and left me there in the pitch black listening to Mistress Harley Quinn laughing at her luck in always finding men in the strangest places who long to worship her. Locked in the trunk I heard the doors close and the wild Mistress Harley Quinn yelled, "Road trip" to Joker. The music was turned up and Rebel Yell and LA Woman filled the trunk as the speakers were mounted in the back dashboard. We stopped for a couple of minutes and I heard voices outside but the car again started up and after about 15 minutes the car screeched to a halt and the music was shut off. The trunk opened up and I heard Mistress Harley Quinn's voice ordering me to get out. My legs were stiff but I jumped out of the trunk and looked around. Mistress Harley Quinn was on the sidewalk laughing with another beautiful woman. "Here is your surprise, Skye, " she chortled. "Slave - meet Mistress Skye." I nodded hello and she said in a musical sultry voice, "That's not a proper greeting slave. Get down on your knees and kiss my feet." Her tone left no doubt about her seriousness and d I dropped down to all fours and kissed the tips of both boots. At her feet I realized how insignificant I was. This realization quickly faded when I looked up and really saw whom I was with for the first time. I was dazzled by the Goddess above me. A skin tight leather outfit accentuated her lean, taut body and highlighted every curve of her hips and breasts. She quizzically was looking down at me and her eyes playfully met mine. Her vibrant red hair tumbled down over her shoulders and framed her lovely face in a crescendo of color. Without being told I bent back down and feverishly kissed hr boots. She pulled them away and scoldingly said, "All good things will come to those who wait.. Get up and follow us, slave. " I felt like I was floating as I followed Mistress Harley Quinn, Mistress Skye and Joker down the street. I noticed that I had an erection that was very visible in the tight white pants I was wearing but there was not much I could do about it. It certainly wasn't going to go away gazing at the heavenly bodies in high heels in front of me and fantasizing what fun they might have at my expense tonight. The bar we were heading to was about a block from where we parked. We walked downstairs to the front door and a bouncer told us the admission was $15.00 apiece. Mistress Harley Quinn gave me a quick look that said, "Pay!" and I took $60.00 out of my wallet. The bouncer took the money and looking me up and down said I would not be admitted dressed in "Geek clothing". Mistress Skye laughed and teasingly said to the bouncer, "But he's our slave." Without missing a beat the bouncer smirked and said, "Well, make him presentable then." Mistress Harley Quinn whispered something to Mistress Skye and the four of us went back up to the sidewalk. Mistress Harley Quinn, clearly offended, looked at me and scoffed, "look a the trouble you've caused us." We're missing valuable face time. Take off that ugly shirt and throw it on top of that garbage can. "I'm sure it will still be there when we leave." Eager to make amends for angering Mistress Harley Quinn, I quickly pulled off my shirt and Mistress Skye giggling took it and put it in the garbage can. She noticed a discarded plastic Hawaiian lei and she took it and placed it around my neck. Joker started whistling and dancing a Hula dance and Mistress Harley Quinn brightened up and commanded me to dance with Joker. They all laughed at my clumsiness as compared to Joker who moved with grace and style while I stumbled around. Mistress Skye reached into her pocketbook and pulling out a pair of nipple clamps attached to a chain exclaimed, "Maybe a little pain will help him to remember good posture when he dances." Mistress Harley Quinn took them excitedly and said to her partner, "My Skye, you think of everything." As she fastened them onto my nipples causing me to cry out she asked Mistress Skye, "Do you have anything else in your bag of tricks?" "Just some rope and a couple of clothespins. Maybe we'll find use for them later, " she casually replied as if everyone should carry these necessities. Mistress Harley Quinn pulled on the chain, swinging me back and forth and commented on how much better I swayed with a little persuasion. She then pulled hard on the chain and led me by my extended nipples back down into the club. The bouncer nodded his approval to her as he opened the door for us. Inside was another world. Every patron was dressed in some type of leather garb except me. My Mistresses took off their leather coats to reveal the most stunningly beautiful bodies I had ever seen. I was told to carry their coats and was given a drink order. I went to the bar and after giving out the drinks stood off to the side as dozens of people came up to extend greetings to the newly arrived. My nipples were burning from the clamps on them and I felt very self-conscious about how ridiculous I looked without a shirt and a bulging erection. I draped the coats over my arms in such a way as to hide my excitement. Feeling thirsty I went to the bar and got myself a Tequila Sunrise. I watched as the two ladies who had led me here mingled with their friends. They seemed to know everyone and as I sipped my drink, I felt lucky to belong to them. Mistress Skye glanced over at me and I saw her lean over to Mistress Harley Quinn and say something to her. They both turned towards me and walked over. They were both looking at me very accusingly but I couldn't think of what I could have done wrong. "I don't believe I told you that you could get yourself a drink, slave, " Mistress Harley Quinn snarled at me. "Do you think you can make a decision like that all by yourself?" Mistress Skye asked me. I turned red and stammered that I was sorry. "You have so much to learn, slave, " Mistress Skye sighed as she took the drink from my hand. "Fortunately you have good teachers, slave; " Mistress Harley chimed in as she took the coats from my arm. They looked down at my crotch and started laughing. "I think he's been thinking with his prick!" Mistress Skye exclaimed. "Not a very big thought I guess, " Mistress Harley Quinn said mocking my predicament. "What should we do about this insubordination, Skye?" "I've heard cold water sometimes makes men lose interest, Harley." "Should we see if it's true, Skye?" "Why not, Miss Quinn?" With that quick exchange, Mistress Harley Quinn reached down and unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants. Without taking my pants down, she pulled out the elastic band of the white bikini briefs I was wearing and she nodded to Mistress Skye and said, "Go ahead." Mistress Skye then poured the entire Tequila Sunrise, ice and all, into my pants. Taking the bar glass and placing it upside down over my erection, she said I was to keep it there the rest of the night. Mistress Harley Quinn laughing hysterically let the stretch elastic go and the glass was firmly held in place by my erection and my clothing. "Maybe you can have something to drink later," Mistress Harley Quinn whispered in my ear. "Now zip your pants back up and buckle your belt," she commanded as she pulled on the chain again just for fun. It was almost impossible to get my pants closed with the glass there but I did and slowly the red of the grenadine started to seep through the white pants I was wearing and the ice started to freeze my balls. Mistress Skye commented that I looked like I was having a period and Mistress Harley Quinn said as she gave me back the coats, "Make sure you hold these to your side to everyone can see what a mess you've made in your pants. Follow us, slave." Desire flared within me. A desire to please. Like the Steppenwolf who descended into hell to win the affection of his Maria and Hermine, I too was captured under the spell of two vixens and their unique brand of seduction. The loud techno music whirling around us and the merriment of voices drowned out my thoughts. I was led through the chambers of the club by the chain on my chest as Mistress Harley Quinn and Mistress Skye stopped to catch up with dozens of friends and acquaintances. Occasionally, Mistress Harley Quinn would point my way as if to say that I wasn't really worth mentioning but "he's with us as a slave". I lit cigarettes for everyone and bought countless rounds of drinks. I was eventually led downstairs into a small room with a bar packed with people enjoying the scene. Mistress Harley Quinn and Mistress Skye found a place on along leather couch on which to sit. Mistress Skye told me to put the coats down on the couch and to get some more drinks. When I came back, I was ordered to get on all fours in front of them so they could rest their feet. While they relaxed I was now an obedient footstool being used for their pleasure. I looked around but Mistress Harley Quinn noticed and she leaned over and told me to keep my head down and to focus on being the best footstool I could be. To test me she balanced her drink on the back of my head and warned me it better not fall. My life as a slave was just beginning....