It was another busy night at the restaurant. Marisa the hostess dressed in a thin blue flowered sundress hurriedly escorted patron after patron to their table. Her last customer of the night was a handsome man with dark hair deep penetrating eyes. He quickly took her in, her long black wavy hair. Her perfect petit form and firm large breasts. Smiling her usual greeting she escorted him to a secluded table in the back of the restaurant. He inquired as to her plans for the evening, in her tired overwelled state she said "Nothing, probably just go home and go to bed". Immediately regretting the choice of words and blushing with embarrassment she excused herself and raced back to her post at the entrance.
Closing time was the end of work for Marisa. She said her goodbyes and headed out the front entrance. The manager immediately locked the door behind her and watched until she reached her car.
In the car next to hers was the gentleman she had seated last.
"Hi Marisa."
"Well Hi, how was your dinner?"
"Excellent the service was superb."
"Why, thank you, we try to please."
"I was wondering since you don't have anything to do, maybe we could go somewhere for a drink and dessert."
"I don't know."
"Oh come on, you can follow me in your car."
"Well I really should go home."
"Just a quick drink then you can go home if you want." His pleading glance finally broke her down.
"Well all right, maybe one drink."
Marisa followed John downtown to a little bar. 'The Stable'
"This is an interesting place I never noticed it before," Marisa said.
"I come here a lot it is quiet, good food and always interesting things going on."
Marisa and John walked in. A woman in a silver shimmering slip dress that was easily a size too small for her greeted them. "Yes sir," she said, "front room or back room."
"The front room" John replied. Marisa chuckled to herself, I always ask smoking or nonsmoking she thought. The hostess led the way to a booth on the side of the room they entered from.
"Here you go folks, enjoy your stay." Then she smiled and walked away. John held Marisa's hand as she sat on the bench seat and slid over then he slid in the seat next to her.
"This looks like a nice place" Marisa commented making small talk.
"Yes it is," John replied, "I come here all the time."
A young girl in the same type of slip dress approached and introduced herself.
"Hi, I am Holly. I will be your server, what can I get for you?" she asked.
"I'll have a Pina Colada" Marisa replied.
"Vodka Collins for me" John added.
"Very well, I'll be right back with your drinks." John and Marisa sipped their drinks discussing themselves. John asked many questions and listened attentively to Marisa answers. After the first drink John signaled the girl and she brought refills.
"Oh," Marisa complained "not for me." John apologized for the confusion and asked the waitress to leave the drinks and bring the check. A few minutes passed. Marisa sipped at the second drink.
"I guess we can't let it go to waste" she said.
"Oh that's okay" he replied "I really enjoyed talking to you."
"I had a nice time too" she said.
"Maybe next time we can check out the backroom." John smiled "I'd like that."
Marisa continued sipping the drink, a little taken by the alcohol feeling daring, she finally asked: "So where is the backroom anyway?" Raising one eyebrow in a seductive teasing look as she asked.
"Come on I'll show you." Marisa picked up her drink and quickly slurped the remainder down. As she stood up she wobbled a little, oow. "Which way is the restroom?" she asked. Before John could answer the waitress held Marisa's arm, "This way dear, I'll show you."
Marisa returned to the table smiling. "Where were we?" she asked.
"On the way to the back room."
"Ah yes, perhaps I should get one more drink."
"Are you sure?" John inquired with a hint of concern in his voice.
"Yes those are very good, beside we are not very far from my apartment,we could walk if need be."
"Very well" John replied as he signaled the girl for another drink.
John held Marisa's hand and led her to a hallway. Loud music and laughter was coming from an open door at the end of the hallway.
"Here, put your coat and purse in here" John said pointing to a locker built into the wall. "Its okay, here is the key." Marisa removed her coat placed it on the hook in the locker and put her purse on the shelf. John placed his coat in the same locker then closed the door and turned and removed the key and deposited it in his pocket.
"Ready my dear" he asked as he reached out a hand to Marisa. "Ready" she replied.
Inside the room was jumping. Two couples were ahead of them. Marisa stared in confusion as the woman ahead of her was handcuffed and a steel collar fitted around her neck. A leash was then handed to the gentleman she was with. Marisa looked at John with an excited concern on her face.
"You want to leave?" John asked. "It's okay if you do."
"No No" Marisa stumbled "I guess not."
The hostess looked at Marisa, "You with him?" she asked.
"Yes I am." The hostess picked up a set of handcuffs from under the counter and reached out her hand to Marisa.
Marisa raised her hand and watched as the hostess fit the cuff around her wrist and squeezed it closed with a loud ratchet sound. She then picked up Marisa's other hand twirled her around and locked her wrists together behind her back.
"Are those too tight?" she asked.
"No, they're ok I guess" Marisa replied. Marisa looked at John who was smiling slightly. "Nervous?" he asked.
"A little, what kind of bar is this?"
"It's a, a bondage bar. Just light fun though nothing serious. Honestly we can leave if you want."
"No No I'm okay. I should have said you were with me huh?" John smiled his eyes twinkling. The hostess fitted a steel collar around Marisa's neck and locked it closed. Then she handed a leash to John.
John lead Marisa by the arm to a booth then helped her sit. After she slid over, he slid in next to her.
"You look really sexy in that collar sweetheart." He said in a Bogart voice.
"I feel really, ah, vulnerable." Marisa replied.
"Everyone here has to be either a slave or a master. Some couples take turns, most of the time though the women are the slaves."
"I can't imagine how that tradition got started" Marisa said sarcastically. John laughed, "I kind of like it myself."
A young woman stepped up to their booth. "Hi I'm your waitress, Carrie." She was wearing a brown leather bikini and high heels and a thick steel collar. Her blonde hair was cut short, just below the ears and tucked back.
"What can I get you to drink?"
John looked at Marisa "Diet coke?" he asked.
Marisa shook her head "Ok with rum" she added.
"I'll have the same; actually make it a pitcher with two straws."
The waitress smiled, and asked "Will you be entering the 'Most beautiful Slave' contest Ma'am?"
"What is the contest" Marisa asked half not wanting to know.
"You model on stage and the audience picks the best looking slave. The prize is a makeover, and sexy new outfit and a real slave collar like this one" the waitress answered pointing to her own collar.
"We'll probably stick to just the drinks" John started.
Marisa interrupted, "It sounds like fun. I think I'd like to."
John looked surprised "Are you sure?"
"Ya if it's okay with you?"
"Sure" John replied. With a grin on his face.
The waitress returned with a pitcher, Marisa took a long slip and sat back. "They're ready for you Ma'am" Carrie informed them. Marisa looked up with a mixture of fright and excitement.
"Wish me luck" she called to John as she followed Carrie up to the stage. The MC gathered the girls 5 in all on the stage, all handcuffed leash hanging down in front of them. He started down the line inserting ball gags in each. Marisa watched in horror as he filled each girls mouth with the ball then her own. She watched John smile as the snap closed locking the gag in her mouth.
Each girl was lead one by one to center stage, playfully modeling, turning, bending showing off her bodies. The MC even lifted their dresses exposing the front and rear for inspection. Marisa mumbled into her gag, blushing with embarrassment as the MC lifted her front exposing her short trimmed pubic hair. Completely humiliated she turned and bent a little flexing her firm tan rear end. The crowd roared at her exhibition. Marisa closed her eyes wondering what had possessed her to not wear underwear today of all days. She stood still smiling inside eyes shut when the MC announced her the winner. A quick bow and she was lead backstage for her makeover.
"You want the works dear?" an older but still very pretty woman asked. Marisa still gagged shrugged her shoulders.
"Oh, we can lose that I guess!" she exclaimed as she unbuckled the gag and helped Marisa into the stirrup chair.
"What is the works?" Marisa asked timidly.
"We fix your hair in a little braided ponytail, sleazy up your makeup, wax your pubic hair, pierce your nipples, navel, nasal septum, clit, hood and labia and dress you in a little satiny maid dress."
"Oh," Marisa exclaimed "Um, I guess so, does it hurt?"
"No, not at all, we use a gun that shoots a burst of hot air to make the holes, what ever gauge you want."
"Okay then." Marisa leaned back sipping the large rum and coke that was perched on the table next to her.
"I'm Jamie by the way," the woman said.
"Hi, I'm Marisa."
"You know each winner can apply for a waitress job." Jamie continued. "In fact all the waitresses here won the same contest." Marisa smiled as Jamie quickly covered her sex with cream, and rubbed it in.
"Is that wax?" she asked.
"No," Jamie replied "it dissolves the hair. You'll stay hairless much longer than waxing." Marisa moaned softly as Jamie fingered her sex piercing and attaching jewelry.
"Feels good doesn't it? The rings will make your sex much more sensitive. In a month or so the holes will be healed and you can apply different rings if you want." Jamie eyed Marisa leaning back in the chair eyes closed panting through her nose. She held her clit and rolled it softly between her thumb and finger. Marisa panted harder, still moaning as Jamie continued to rub and tweak the swelling bud. Marisa shuttered and jumped as fluid oozed from her now pulsing sex. Marisa looked at Jamie as an orgasm rocked her slightly.
"See what I mean honey?"
"Ya," Marisa replied out of breath.
"All finished" Jamie announced finally. Marisa sat up pulled her feet from the stirrups and stood between them. Jamie helped her steady against the chair leaned in close. She kissed the still cuffed girl and fondled her boobs.
"You look great," she said. "Want to see?"
"Yes," Marisa replied with a wanton look in her eyes. Jamie walked her to a mirror to admire her new adornments. Marisa stared in wonder at the person before her. From her nose and nipples hung shiny gold rings. A small golden banana shaped plate covered her pussy.
"I went ahead and installed the little locking cover over your clit," Jamie said as she pulled Marisa outer labia to the side by the rings exposing the cover. A gold ring dangled from each outer labium. Even her belly button had a little post with a gold bead on either end.
"Well what do you think?" Jamie asked in an excited voice.
"Its great, I mean I don't know," Marisa fumbled. "I never thought about anything like this before."
"You are very sexy a little kinky and you'll drive the men crazy. I love mine," Jamie added.
"Lets get you dressed now."
Marisa walked back to Johns table escorted by Jamie.
"Here are the keys." Jamie reached a hand to John and dropped the keys in his palm with a tink. John looked at Marisa, "Wow you look great," he said.
"You think so?" Marisa asked looking away. Standing in the satin baby blue maids dress and thigh high white patent leather boots. The skirt was so short Marisa sex was almost visible when standing. John stood mesmerized as Marisa sat and slid into the seat. The skirt rode up as she moved over exposing her hairless mound with gold rings glistening from the lights. He sat and put his arm around her and pulled the skirt down as she lifted up.
"Really you look fantastic. You even got a new collar," he said straining to read the inscription 'Slave Marisa'
"Ya," she said. "I can't believe I didn't wear underwear today I usually do." She apologized.
"It's okay I love it."
"No, but really I don't know what I was thinking," she protested.
John smiled and kissed her deeply holding on to her ponytail, "I won't tell if you don't" he mused. Marisa smiled nodding thanks.
Marisa leaned forward and took a long sip from a straw in the pitcher.
"What time is it anyway?"
"2 o'clock," John replied. "You need to get home?" he asked. "No, but my nose itches," she said wrinkling her nose in a feeble attempt to scratch it. The gold ring now dangling from her nose swung a little as John rubbed the tip with his finger. John gave a playful tug on the ring.
"It's in there isn't it?" he said.
"I'm not sure I like it," she said.
"I do," John replied as he rested a palm on her satin covered boob and kissed her again. "There are quite a few rings I'm going to have to decide if I like," Marisa continued as she kissed John back.
"I'll be glad to give an honest opinion if you want."
"I'm sure you will," Marisa mused, "I'm sure you will."
The sun beamed through the window and basked Marisa in its intense glow. She lay on her stomach covering her head with the pillow and glanced quickly at the clock. 10 AM it signaled. Next to the clock was her shiny steel collar and next to that was the golden banana. She could still smell his cologne, and feel him inside her. She hadn't had sex like that in a long time. She squirmed her naked body under the covers to find a cold spot. The rings in her pussy pressed against the bed tugged her tender flesh. Her hair was still braided in the tight ponytail. Feeling empty and let down she reached a hand from under the covers and picked up the collar. A fold of paper popped up as she lifted the collar. She picked up the folded paper and opened it up.
Dear Marisa,
Sorry I had to leave, I got a page from the office and didn't want to wake you. Here is my number and my address. I had a great time last night. I hope you decide to keep alllll the rings. I really want to see you again. I'll call you tonight.
Love John
Smiling inside and out she put the note on the table and picked up the collar. It was easily an inch wide and a 1/2 inch thick with a hinge in the middle that slipped inside when the collar was closed. It was mirror finished except for the inscription SLAVE MARISA. The words rang in her brain. Last evening had touched something inside her. She had never been kinky before. Never into bondage or discipline. But spending the evening as a slave had started something. She fit the collar around her neck and gently closed it until a tiny click echoed in her ears. Grasping the edges she tugged making sure it was locked. She spun it around until the little ring hung down in the front. She squeezed it with her fingers twisting her head side to side feeling its tight embrace on her neck.
She climbed out of bed and headed for the shower. Pausing in front of the full-length mirror she admired herself. Her shiny black hair was held in a firm ponytail down her back. The thick collar covered most of her neck. The tiny rings dangled from her hardened nipples. She caressed her wet hairless sex with a curious finger tugging gently on each ring in her sex. Her clit was hard and sensitive peeking out from behind the fold of skin that usually covered it. The gold ring held the skin back to the level where it penetrated her clit. A metal bead through the hood pressed against her clit just below the piercing. When she raised the ring it encircled the bead. She chuckled at how effectively the bead rubbed her clit. She held her outer labia open by their respective rings and exposed her swollen inner labia lips. Two small gold bead and post barbells hung horizontally from each lip. One at the top and one at the bottom. That must be what the banana locks to she thought.
In the shower she undid the ponytail and scrubbed her hair and body. She carefully lathered the jeweled areas so as not to tear anything loose. The rings ached a little as she washed them. After drying she dripped hydrogen peroxide on each new hole and watched as it bubbled out. Then she put Neosporin on each ring and ran them in and out of the holes. The jelly soothed the aching holes and made it easier for the rings to move. Then she sat on the edge of the bed with her wet hair hanging down and picked up the golden banana from the nightstand. Turning it over she studied it. The front side was shiny and smooth with two small holes and a slot for a key in the middle. The underneath side had hinged fingers to catch the barbells in her lips and hood, then snap into the lock. Two small hollow tubes with holes in the end ran perpendicular to the front. One would go into her vagina and one into her pee hole. She smiled at the contraption and its intricate design.
Spreading her legs she fitted the fingers around each barbell then folded them under to grasp the posts. Then holding it closed she carefully tugged to verify it would stay. Satisfied with the position and the fit she carefully pressed the fingers in, avoiding catching any skin and snapped the device shut. She released her grip and it stayed in place. She stood up and stretched tugging the device but it stayed firmly in place completely covering her vagina and clit. She shuttered at the erotic feeling. 'I hope John has the keys for this stuff,' she thought.
She dressed in her most suggestive out fit. A short short leather skirt, white latex oxford blouse that tied at the belly exposing most of the skin at her waist and especially the bead and post in her belly button. She tied her hair back to one side and put her makeup on almost as daring as last night and headed to The Stable.
Once inside she asked the hostess for the manager's office. She was directed to a large office upstairs. A handsome man in his thirties and Jamie were seated talking when she approached the door. The man behind the desk stopped as she approached. Jamie looked up and smiled, "Hi Marisa. You look fantastic. Come for a job?" she said jokingly.
"Yes, I did," Marisa replied in a firm voice.
"Are you sure?" the man asked. "I am Harry by the way the owner."
"Yes, I am sure," Marisa replied as she walked in and shook Harry's hand. "I would very much like to work here."
"You realize, we have a contract with each girl for three years minimum. Most of your salary 70k per year is paid at the end of the contract. You get 1k per month to live on, plus 500.00/mo for expenses. If you break your contract," he continued "you forfeit all the salary left unpaid. As well as all the money already paid."
"I understand," Marisa said.
"Perhaps you should read the contract," he said as he opened a drawer of his desk and retrieved several sheets of paper.
"I like to see what I'm buying," Harry said as he handed the 7 page document to Marisa. Jamie turned and faced the two as Marisa seductively undid her clothes and dropped them to the floor. Harry sitting behind his desk eyed her up and down as she turned and modeled her perfect form. "I see you're wearing a collar and the jewelry."
"Yes," Jamie added, "She even has the lock for her pussy."
"Good," Harry chirped, "Get used to them, you have to wear them all the time. You're not allowed to have a key either." Jamie added.
"I can't have sex?" Marisa asked.
"You can," Harry paused, "just not when ever you want. I hold the master key, your partner the key specific to your lock. Here let me demonstrate." He walked to Marisa inserted a key into the lock in her pussy and turned it. The lock clicked but did not open.
"Now," he said "your key can't open the lock, only mine can."
"You're mean!"
"Yes," he smiled, "your pussy is nicely secured."
Marisa stood shocked before the two smiling faces admiring her firm tan naked body. She clutched feebly at her covered sex. "Why can't I have sex?" she asked meekly.
"You can," Harry laughed, "it's all in the contract."
"We want submissive girls." Jamie continued.
"I know," Marisa pouted picking at the now intrusive lock on her sex, "I just..."
"Horny frustrated women have a much stronger air," Harry interrupted.
"Your fermions will provide a much more enticing scent. Jamie smiled, "A bitch in heat is the strongest lore there is." "It's all in the contract read it and sign it. Take your time, you can use my office. I'd like you to stay as you are now. You need to get used to being naked," he added. "I hope you didn't like wearing underwear either."
Marisa settled into a deep cushiony chair with the lengthy contract. The cold leather enveloped her naked flesh. Holding the contract in one hand fingering the gold lock with the other. She read through the papers scanning the description of clothing, housing, required fitness, job duties and hours. Her life for the next three years. In spite of the restrictive terms and required behavior she couldn't pass this up. With a shaky hand her heart pounding and stomach fluttering she signed the papers.
Jamie walked back into the room and swiveled the high back chair Marisa was sitting in. "You signed it," she said.
"Yes I did."
"I'm glad," Jamie said running her fingers through Marisa's hair fixing it back to a ponytail. She picked up the papers and put them in the safe. Jamie removed a metal tag and a pair of pliers from the desk. She opened one of the rings in Marisa's outer labia and replaced it with the ring on the tag then clamped it in the pliers and snapped it shut. Jamie replaced the pliers in the drawer as Marisa raised the tag to read it. 'Property of the Stable' "All the girls have one of those. We like it to dangle outside your clothes when you're working."
Jamie walked Marisa down the hall to an empty dorm room. The room was furnished with a king-size frilly bed, vanity, kitchen, and living room, all in one large room. Marisa looked around. "This one can be yours. You can also keep your apartment if you wish." Jamie opened the closet and pointed out drawers and racks of outfits. "These are the clothes you have to choose from. Remember we want you to dress sluttish always! Your leather bikini is on the bed."
"These clothes are my size?"
"Yes they are, I knew you would come in today. I could see it in your eyes." Jamie reached a hand behind Marisa's head and pulled her close. Squeezing her in one arm and kissing her she caressed Marisa covered sex with her hand.
"Get your suit on and come downstairs I'll show you around."
Jamie left and Marisa sat on the edge of the bed. She rubbed the lock on her pussy and wiped a bead of liquid from the upper hole. Her finger smelled like her sex. She licked the moisture from her finger and picked up the bikini. The soft goatskin leather had a strong smell. She slipped the bra like bikini top on and hooked it in the back. Then she tied the g-string bottom at either hip. Put on the hi heels and started for the door. On the way she passed a phone. She quickly dialed the number from the paper.
"Hi John, it's Marisa I have a surprise for you. Meet me at the Stable tonight at 11, in the backroom if you can. Bye!"
The night went quickly Marisa waited tables and talked to the other girls. The work was easy and the tips were very good. 'I'm going to enjoy this,' Marisa thought. Her sex throbbed under its shield. She took several bathroom breaks to fiddle with the cover. Little beads of juice were always present on the shield. The goats skin leather was wet on the inside but none showed through on the outside. Waiting on strangers wearing so little was embarrassing at first, but the constant looks and compliments made her feel good.
11 o'clock finally rolled around and John walked in. Once he was seated Marisa walked over to his table and introduced herself in the usually fashion.
"Hi, I'm Marisa I'll be your server what can I get for you?" John looked at her in amazement, and a devilish grin finally washed over his face.
"You work here?" he asked.
"Yes, I took a job today."
"You signed a contract and all."
"Yes, I did. What do you think?"
"I think I need a large rum and coke actually make it a pitcher with two straws."
"Very well," she replied. "Also could you ask Jamie to stop over?"
"Yes I will sir." Marisa left and John watched as her leather covered ass swished into the kitchen.
"Hi John, Marisa said you needed me." Jamie asked as she sat across the table from John.
"Hi Jamie," John replied. "I see Marisa works here."
"Yes, she signed up today."
"Well, I had actually planned to date her not hire her."
"Oh," Jamie replied "I thought since you..."
John interrupted "that's okay I guess. I'm just not sure she will be able to perform all her duties. Or at least I'm not sure I want her too."
Jamie grinned and chuckled. "She read the contract right. I presume she did, she signed it." "I guess she's kinkier than I thought. Well in any event since I am unescorted I would like her to be my date for the evening."
"Very well," Jamie replied, "I'll get you another server. She will be the slave I presume,"
Jamie continued with a little laugh.
"Yes, she will for quite sometime," John replied.
"Do you have your key?" Jamie asked.
"Always," John quipped.
"Well than, maybe I'll join you two later."
"I'd like that," John said as Jamie headed to the front desk.
Marisa returned with the pitcher of rum and coke with two straws. Just as Jamie returned. "Marisa dear, John has requested you be his slave escort for the evening. Laura will take over as server."
"Oh," Marisa replied with a puzzled look. Jamie produced a pair of steel wrist cuffs, wide ones like the collar, connected by a single steel link.
"Hands behind your back please," she said to Marisa. Marisa complied and Jamie locked the cuffs tight on her wrists. Then she turned Marisa around and wiped the hair from her eyes.
"Since you're off duty now you can't wear a bra or panties, so." Jamie grinned as she untied the bottoms and let them drop. John assisted from behind with the bra. Marisa stood completely naked except for her nipple rings and jeweled pussy.
"I can't stay like this," Marisa pleaded looking at John. Who was obviously enjoying the view.
"Don't worry dear," Jamie soothed as she unfolded a flowered satin poncho like top and dropped it over Marisa's head and positioned it on her shoulders. Then fixing a thin gold chain around her waist to hold the poncho in place.
"There you go, dear, now have a good evening, I'll see you two later."
Marisa looked down at herself. The sides of the shirt were too short to meet and the belt held the material tight at her waist but left her sex barely covered even while standing. Marisa looked at John with a pleading expression.
"I can't stay like this," she complained.
"You look marvelous," he objected as he stood up to allow her to slide in the seat.
"But," she protested as he settled her into the seat then slid her over and quickly slid in next to her.
"John this is more embarrassing then last night."
"Yes, but last night you were a date with a say in your destiny." Marisa's eyes widened. John leaned over and embraced the shy woman. Hugging her close to him he kissed her deeply. Cupping his hand around her satin covered breast. Squeezing it and rubbing the pierced nipple in his fingers.
"Tonight I own you." Her sex wet as the words trailed off his tongue, which was now probing her mouth. His hand left her breast and wandered down her stomach to her dripping sex. She felt his hand tease at the metal cover momentarily, rubbing the flesh on the sides of the plate. Then she felt pressure on the plate as he fumbled to insert a key into the lock.
"Umm, there's something I need to tell you," she said as John finally got the key in the hole.
"What's that he asked?" As he twisted the key and the lock popped open.
"AAHH, Harry locked that so your key wouldn't work. I thought," she said in a questioning tone. "He did, but I have the same key, actually Jamie, Harry and I all have keys. It's just you girls that don't. The stable owns you, but we own the stable." He said as he pressed his finger into her dripping slit. Still holding her close and kissing her with his tongue exploring the inside of her mouth. He rubbed her ringed clit swishing the ring back and forth as her smelly juices made tiny sloshing sounds. Panting through her nose she moaned into his mouth as she trembled and burst from a strong orgasm.
"I'm going to spend a lot of time with my hands bound, aren't I?" she asked.
"You're going to spend a lot of time with all kinds of things bound," he said. As he continued to massage her dripping sex. She rested her head on his shoulder lost in his kiss as another orgasm began to build.
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