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Dominatrix Domination
(Melissa DuVant)
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Dominatrix
Domination Melissa DuVant Copyright © Melissa
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individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure
invention. Table of Contents Chapter 1: Forceful Recruitment (Part 1) Chapter 2: Forceful Recruitment (Part 2) Chapter 3: Mile-High Masochism Chapter 7: Getting Into Position Maid Cage Cub 1: New Day, New Job Here's some dominatrices playing rough with other dommes - hopefully you enjoy it! Chapter 1: Forceful Recruitment (Part 1) Bunny shifted her balance, making herself comfortable atop the maid-slut she was using as a seat, ignoring the way the woman wriggled back, pushing down on the leather-hooded head. The long, sleek whip of blonde hair was a convenient handle, nice and easy to take hold of. She had to resist the urge to go and adjust the AC, the air in the meeting room cooler than she liked, especially as the bunny-suit didn't give much coverage! And the woman was late - a powerplay, of course, and not unexpected, but still annoying. She had maids to go and punish, not deal with whatever this woman wanted! Having her crop in hand made her feel a little better, but it would be nice to flick it against the butt of an impertinent maid-slut. She glanced around the room - bare concrete, not yet converted into anything better, a bare bulb hanging from the ceiling, a few hooks on the walls to connect cuffs, chains or ropes to. Nothing other than a slightly tatty office chair rummaged up from somewhere for the woman to sit on - well, if she was going to try and arrange a booking at such short notice, she'd have to deal with it! And it had been made very explicit about the services that could be provided - the maids were for fucking and hurting, but not her. That last time had been a one-off, as a special event. She heard footsteps outside, before the door opened and a woman stepped through. Tall and powerful-looking, she took expensive sunglasses off and tucked them into the pocket of her business jacket. She was dressed to impress, in a trouser-suit, the jacket buttoned at the waist, showing off a low-cut blouse beneath. Metal jewelry shone on her wrists, light catching on the black leather of her shoes, stiletto-heels increasing her height even more - she must be over six feet tall! Bunny tried not to think of her own diminutive height, knowing that she'd barely come up to the woman's breasts, and that only thanks to her own high heels. The woman was wheeling a suitcase behind herself - not just a small travel one, but a sturdy black shell-case, which she lifted over the threshold, before closing the door, and then turning back towards Bunny. Her eyes flicked over Bunny, taking her in, Bunny glaring back, holding her crop across her body, but trying not to look too defensive. 'Hmm, you look just as good in the flesh as in your pictures. Excellent. And should I just call you "Bunny", or is it "Bunny-Bitch" these days? Or do you have some rank?' She gestured at the military cap on Bunny's head. 'It's been a while since that's been used, but I suppose "Bunny" will do. I try and keep the girls here respectful enough, and at a safe distance, so I don't need to chat with them.' 'This place is certainly rougher than you must be used to. Your old mistress kept you in far more luxurious surroundings, didn't she? And you grew up somewhere nice as well.' Bunny let herself growl, glad that the maid she was using as a chair was deafened by the hood, as well as blinded. She didn't like to remember her past, or even think about it! All those nights of agonizing frustration, the constant teasing, her body desperate for release, her mind melted into empty fluff, the cruelly soft voice praising her, but denying her what she wanted. She never wanted to go back to that, to being locked into chastity, or tied up. It was much better being dominant, and keeping the maid-sluts in line! 'Don't worry, I've not come to drag you back, although she does still ask about you sometimes. I don't think we're that different though.' She raised an arm and unclipped one of her bracelets - beneath the wide metal band was a faded tattoo, a chain-link cuff inked onto her skin, the design damaged and worn, partially invisible beneath faded scars. 'I don't think either of us were really cut out to be submissive.' The bracelet clicked back into place, the tattoo-scars vanishing from view. 'Who are you? What do you want?' Bunny tightened her grip on her crop, yanking on the hair of the maid-slut she was sat upon, feeling the need to assert her dominance. 'You can call me Thea. And I have an offer for you.' She approached, looking down at Bunny, who had to resist the urge to lean backwards as Thea loomed over her. 'I have a taste for dominant women - finding them, and then seeing how far they can be pushed before breaking. To see a domme, so proud of her power and grace, reduced to nothing more than a mewling, weeping thing, stuffed in every hole, crawling like a bitch in heat... That is a true pleasure. And one that has quite an audience, willing to pay to see such things.' Nervous fear was crawling into Bunny, the urge to stand up and put some distance between herself and Thea increasing. That would show weakness though - which might just provoke a reaction! 'I've heard that you're quite the dominant yourself - amusing, given your background. I need an ally and assistant, someone that can help my hunting. And that can be used as a lure. Someone small and weak-looking can be useful to me. But I need to be sure of your spirit.' Bunny stood up, keeping her gaze staring into the woman's face, squaring her shoulders while keenly aware of the difference in height and strength between herself and Thea. 'I keep the maid-sluts in line and make them squeal with pain!' She slapped her crop against the butt of her seat, the maid grunting in pain from the impact. 'Anyone can play the role. I need to see what happens when you're pushed, what your determination is like.' She stepped forward, Bunny unable to retreat in time as a hand slid into the bustier of her bunnysuit, tearing it away from her body. The fabric was only thin, not resisting, leaving Bunny stripped to the waist, tattered remnants flapping around. She flicked her crop, the head whistling through the air, but Thea grabbed her arm, fingers like steel, far too strong for Bunny to even try and shake out of. 'Hey! Get off!' She was dragged around, struggling to keep her balance as her heels tapped against the floor, before she was shoved against a wall, one of her arms now pinned against her back, straining her shoulder. A palm slapped against her butt, a harsh and sharp spank, the sound of it echoing around the room, heat and pain flaring up her body. She flailed with her other arm, trying to reach behind herself, her nails scratching powerlessly against the woman's suit jacket. Another spank, a flat palm slapping against her butt before fingers hooked around the fabric of the bunnysuit and tore it again, ripping it even more, leaving her butt bare except for her fishnet stockings. She tried to kick backwards, but only connected with empty air, the hand tearing at her clothing before spanking her again. 'I want to see you fight - and then maybe you'll earn the right to join me.' The next spank was even more brutal, her butt now tenderized by the earlier hits, skin throbbing and aching. She heard metal click, the hard metal band of a cuff locking around her wrist, then being used to pull her arm to the side, the other cuff locking there. There was no chain between the cuffs, reducing the amount she could move her arms. There was no way for her to get any strength in her arms to push the woman away! She yelped in pain as she was spanked again, hating the sound of weakness she was forced to make. 'You used to like much rougher play, didn't you? Or at least your old mistress did.' Another yanking tear, and the tattered remnants of her bunnysuit was ripped away, leaving her in just heels and fishnets, cooler air slicing over her now-bare skin. Her bound wrists were a critical weakness, making it impossible to protect herself, a hand grabbing around her neck. She was wrenched around dizzyingly fast, her vision blurring, one leg flicking up. The feeling of weakness grew, Bunny utterly overpowered, without anyway to fight back. If she could get outside, could she get help? But that would mean the maids would see her like this, naked and pathetic. She'd have to get out of this by herself, although there was no way that she could overpower Thea directly. Her arms were lifted up, forcing her to bend into a strappado position, shoulders straining. 'The pictures didn't do you justice! Or you've filled out since then. I suppose that keeping everyone here under control must toughen you up. But it's time for you to go down.' She was tilted forward, surprisingly gently, forced to the ground rather than shoved there. Her ankles were shoved together, metal cuffs clicking over her ankles, just above the straps of her heels. Kicking against them hurt, the metal pinching against her skin, as she tried to roll over, wanting to at least be able to see Thea. Weight pressed down against her, squashing the air from her lungs, forcing her against the floor. Thea was sitting on her, easily pinning her down, utterly ignoring her struggles. 'Nice body - and you're stronger than I thought. I suppose you do actually work to keep the maids in line.' The weight was making Bunny's body ache, and it was a struggle to breathe, impossible to even roll to the side to relieve the pressure. She tried to kick her legs around, but there was nothing that she could reach, and all it did was weaken her further. She hated being so small and weak! There weren't even any soft spots on Thea's body that were within grabbing reach, where she could sink her nails in to cause some pain in retaliation. Metal clinked and rattled, something shiny skidding over the floor, sliding into the corner of the room. 'Those are the keys for you cuffs. Getting them would be useful, wouldn't it? 'Get... Off... Me!' She had to force the words out, her lungs straining to breathe thanks to Thea's weight, firmly pinning her into place. The keys were only a few paces away, but were utterly impossible to reach, even if her arms had been free. 'Keep struggling.' Her legs were grabbed next, her heels plucked off and tossed aside, fingers sliding over her soles. Fishnet stockings offered no protection as fingers flicked over her soles, making her shiver, and then start to twitch and shake as the stroking tickles continued. The spasms took control of her, painful giggles tearing through her body, making her chest hurt. She couldn't speak through the forced laughter, still pinned in place. Tears started to blur her vision, forced onto her by the tickle-torture, her feet twitching around, the touches impossible to escape. When they stopped, as suddenly as they had started, she sagged, weakened by her own laughter. Thea stood up, getting off her, Bunny trying to force herself to squirm forward, twisting her shoulders and knees against the ground. Her movement was slow and pathetic, grit from the floor sticking to her skin, another degradation she tried to ignore. The keys were getting closer and closer, but she could hear Thea's movements, the case getting opened up, the woman probably getting some new "toy" out. Bunny didn't dare turn to see what it was, more intent on getting towards the keys. She was flexible enough that she could probably unlock herself, if she could get hold of those! And at least then she'd be able to stand up and move properly. They gleamed, less than an arm's length in front of her, and she twisted on a shoulder, having to flip herself over to get her hands close to them. This meant that she could now see Thea again, the woman seeming massive, a dark and overpowering presence, now with a strap-on buckled around her waist. The cock was ominously large, black silicone gleaming, already dripping with lube. Bunny squirmed around, pressing herself back against the wall, hands fumbling around, fingers scrabbling against the floor. She felt metal, twisting backwards as Thea approached, something dark and rubbery in her hand, just as Bunny's hand found the keys, a thin ring with the cuff-keys poking it. She grabbed them, feeling the metal jab into her hand, trying to twist her wrists to get to the keyhole. Thea was blocking out the light as she approached, lifting up the thing in her hand. Bunny could see that it was a gasmask, dull black rubber and gleaming glass lenses, thick straps dangling down. Bunny desperately tried to squirm away, but could only wriggle around like a pathetic worm as Thea lunged forward and grabbed her head, wrenching painfully hard on hair. The mask was shoved over her face, the rubber straps stretching out and snapping into place. As soon as it was in place, her breathing was forcibly limited, her lungs straining to suck air through the filter. Her vision was limited as well, the mask only allowing a small, direct circle to be seen, directly in front of herself. Thea was large enough that all Bunny could see was the woman's chest, as she was pushed down, onto her back. 'I prefer taller women, but you're not bad-looking. Nice, tight and toned.' Bunny was rolled fully onto her back, still fumbling with the keys, trying to slide one into the slot of the lock. At least then she would have her arms free! 'I suppose that bunnysuit doesn't leave much to the imagination - so you have to keep yourself in shape. And you've even trimmed yourself down there, just what I want to see.' Thea straddled her, pinning Bunny into place, her weight enough that it would be impossible to shake her off. She could feel the tip of the dildo pushing against her, lubed enough that it slid into her, her pussy tightening up around it. The length of it was cold as she gasped, lungs starting to ache and throb from the limited air. 'I'm surprised you're not on the menu here - all those maids are cute, but a little soft and fluffy for my tastes. But a little bunny-bitch, dominant and in charge? Think that would have a line out the door - and even more that want to have a go at breaking you.' Thea was easing her hips back and forth, thrusting the dildo a little deeper each time, strong excitement starting to course up from Bunny's cunt. Between that and the lack of air, it was getting hard to think, sharp little sparks of light burning across her vision. She twisted to the side, keeping her wrists from being pinned beneath her own weight, managing to slide a key into place. It started to turn, before catching, blocked from moving further. A hand slid over her bare chest, fingers stroking over one of her breasts, cupping and squeezing. 'These are a nice size. Could be bigger, but there's enough here to have fun with.' The hand let go before slapping across her tit, hard enough to make her gasp, forced to inhale despite the lack of air. Thea was starting to pump her hips in and out with greater speed, driving the dildo in deeper with each thrust. Bunny tried twisting the key again, the thing catching - it was definitely the wrong one! But it was getting harder and harder to coordinate herself, as she tried to pull it out. 'Surprised you've not got a few regulars going - or a maid that you use as a personal fuck-slut. That's what I'd do! Coffee and breakfast in bed, served by a maid every morning. If you're going to have them around, you should use them. I'd rather have a broken domme of course, but I'll take what I can get.' 'Mrphhhh...' All Bunny could do was gasp into the mask, barely able to breathe now, the cock sliding deep into her. She was desperate with lust now, able to feel the fatness of the ridged shaft as it skewered deep into her, her own hips shifting up and down, trying to drive it even deeper. She wanted to wrap her legs around Thea, to hold the full length of it inside herself, to be filled, but couldn't with her wrists cuffed! She could feel the pleasure building and swelling, impossible to ignore, her lungs aching. Thea said something, but she didn't hear it, too focused on her own desires, trying to twist into a better position. She was still pinned in place, but had at least a tiny amount of freedom, just enough to roll and slam her hips around, matching Thea's thrusts. And then it came, the orgasm slamming into her, hot and fierce, her body tensing up. Her wrists strained against the cuffs, hard enough to make her skin hurt, but even that wasn't enough to deter her from the explosive waves of pleasure. She slumped back down, darkness swirling at the edge of her vision, her body and mind both too strained to allow anything else. Chapter 2: Forceful Recruitment (Part 2) Bunny felt herself get lifted up, ropes wrapping around her body, rough and scratchy against her skin, strands prickling at her. Tight around her chest and over her hips, her arms and legs bent into a hogtie. The afterglow of the orgasm was still present, making her feel warm and soft, despite the panic starting to surge through her. All she could see was one of the walls of the meeting room, a rope now tied around one of the tethering-points, taut above her. Her ankles and wrists were now supporting her weight, the cuffs biting into her skin, pinching at her skin, starting to ache. She could feel metal in her hand still - the keys! Where was Thea? She tried to twist around, her vision, and breathing, still limited by the mask. Movement beneath her caught her eye - black fabric and leather, and pale skin. It was the maid she'd been using as a chair, still hooded, crawling around on all fours, making sounds of confusion. The woman's uniform was still intact, but had been partially torn away, her butt and crotch now bare, buttocks red with spank-marks. A hand shoved against Bunny's thigh, spinning her around, making her feel dizzy and powerless, before she was grabbed and forced to suddenly stop, finding herself face-to-face with Thea. 'I know I'm good, but I wasn't expecting that! How long has it been since you got properly fucked? Seems like a while.' She kept hold of Bunny, lightly pushing and pulling on her, reminding Bunny of how little power she had right now. And her pussy was still warm and wet, wanting more! All she could do was growl, and even that was muted by the damn mask. 'You've still got your spirit, that's good. I want you obedient, but not entirely broken. If you're going to be bait, and help me have fun with other dommes, then you need to have your shit together.' She spun Bunny all the way around, making her feel dizzy before being wrenched to a stop. 'I had a little fun with your maid while your were out. A little too passive for me, but I suppose she's got a nice body at least. She's a nice little thing, but not as much fun as you!' A hand squeezed at Bunny's tit, giving it a sharp pinch. 'I hope you're thinking about my offer. You can either stay here, slapping around your maid-sluts, or you can come with me and have some proper fun. Or maybe you'll discover that you enjoy receiving punishment?' She was sent spinning again, starting to feel queasy, unable to control her own movement, before being dragged to a stop. Her own weight was punishing her now, making her feel thankful for being petite for once - at least being small meant that the ropes didn't dig into her too hard! 'If I ever get the chance, I'm going to fuck you!' Her voice sounded weak and small through the mask, but Thea chuckled. 'You're welcome to try. Why don't you tell me what you would do?' A hand moved in front of her face, and the pressure on her lungs faded, air flowing more freely. Bunny gulped it in, making the most of it, knowing that it could be withdrawn at any moment, trying to speak loudly enough that her threats could be clearly heard. 'I'd tie you up and whip you! Make you cry and beg.' 'Could you, little Bunny? You might be able to intimidate these fluffy maid-sluts, but I'm better able to resist you.' Her breast was squeezed again, harder this time. 'Do you think your knots could hold me?' 'That's what chains and padlocks are for! Spread you out in a frame so you can't move and strip you naked. Tie rope around each breast to make them nice and sensitive, then put pegs on them and whip them off.' 'Oh? That's a little more interesting. What else would you do?' 'Clip wires to your cunt and put you on a spiked metal floor! Wire it up and force you to keep standing straight or get shocked! See how strong you are after hours in a pressure position.' Bunny was shoved and sent spinning again, closing her eyes in a futile attempt to dispel the growing sense of dizzy nausea, before she was face-to-face with Thea again, the woman's face right up close to her own when Bunny opened her eyes. 'Hmmm, you're an inventive one at least! Nice to see you're not boring and just spanking and slapping your maids. Although I suppose you need to experiment and mix things up to keep the punters coming in the door. So you help make some of the entertainments here? Excellent, you might be just what I need as an assistant.' 'I'm not your damn assisstOWWWWW!' A brutal nipple tweak made her yelp in pain, shame flushing through her at her own weakness. 'I think you'd enjoy it. Of course, I'm sure there'd be a little friction as you adjust to your new position, but you can take that out on the dominants we'd be playing with. I wouldn't even keep you in chastity, and you wouldn't have to dress up in that bunnysuit all the time. Although I do like the military cap, that's a nice touch.' Bunny tried to wriggle free of the iron-like grip, the pain settling into her chest. She could shake her head, changing her field of vision a little, now able to see that Thea had opened up her suitcase, revealing a wide range of bondage equipment - ropes, clamps, gags, vibrators and more, all neatly arranged into pockets and bags. Metal chimed as Thea picked up clamps, metal bars with screws, connected by a chain. 'Keep talking. The more interesting you are, the more distracted I might get. Of course, I might try something you suggest as well! I want to make sure you can take it and not just dish it out.' The metal bars were pressed against her pinched nipple, quickly getting tightened, crushing the sensitive skin, becoming a vicious throbbing pain. When the chain was tugged, her breast was stretched out, the other nipple getting crushed as well, pinned between the thin bars. When she tried to shake it off, the chain jangled around, before Thea grabbed it and gave it a yank, pulling on Bunny's tits. 'Bitch! I'm going to bend you over and spank you raw! I'll put you into a straitjacket and put stinging nettles on the inside, just to watch you hurt yourself every time that you move! Wire your cunt up to a battery and keep shocking you, force you to breathe through a valve, make you hurt in every way!' 'Very inventive - just what I want to hear.' The chain was tugged again, harder this time, making Bunny gasp in pain. She twisted her hands, fingers sliding over the keys, trying to tell them apart. One at least definitely wasn't for the cuffs, being too fat and long. And she'd tried, what, the first one in the set? The hogtie made it harder, but she could still twist her fingers enough to reach the cuffs, although it was straining her wrists and making the rope bondage tighter against her body. Thea held up a metal ball-weight on a hook, smirking as she let Bunny see it, before it moved out of sight. A moment later, the weight on her tits increased, the weight on the chain, stretching her breasts out even more, the pain increasing. 'Some clever ideas. And you have a good sense of showmanship as well - your whole thing with the maids is quite cute to watch. Having to herd them around is good for getting the crowd worked up, to let them know just what's on offer. There's a good audience for recordings of what I do, so someone that knows how to perform would be helpful.' Another weight, Bunny panting as the pain surged. When she was shoved around in another forced spin, this made the weights move outwards, changing where she was hurting, before she was forced to another sudden stop. Bunny managed to find the keyhole again, fingers cramping as she managed to slide another key into position. Thea's hand covered her eye-holes for a moment, the pressure in her lungs increasing, forcing her to fight to breathe again. And then she was spun again, a half turn, Thea grabbing her legs and spreading them. 'You seemed to like a good pussy-fucking - let's see what happens when something goes here.' A finger, warm and slippery, slid between her buttocks, rubbing lube over her asshole. Bunny tried to close her legs, but Thea was stood between them, her body preventing Bunny from wriggling away. A silicone lump pushed against her asshole, twisting around, large lumps and bumps stretching the hole wide. Bunny tensed up, trying to protect herself, but the thing was twisted and shoved deeper into her, the lube at least easing its passage. 'Just relax into it, that makes things easier. My bait needs to be prepared to take punishment in the line of duty!' It was hard not to tense up and make the ass-fucking even rougher, the thing pushing deeper and deeper into her, Thea twisting it around and in and out. Her breathing was rough and ragged, the dizziness, lack of air and forced anal combining to make her feel queasy, while she tried to focus on the key still in her hand, scratching it over the metal. It dipped into a notch, the keyhole! Another shove made her gasp, her asshole forced wide to take the shaft, the length firmly lodged inside her body. Between that and the constant pain on her breasts, nipples still crushed beneath the metal bars, it was hard to focus at all. She fumbled the key, a brief moment of panic as her fingers lost contact with it, worry that they might fall out and drop to the floor. But her fingers twitched and flexed and she found them again, managing to slowly twist them. The key caught on the metal latches, slowly twisting against them, starting to open, as the dildo was shoved deeper into her body. The cuff opened, on just one side, unbalancing her, and putting more of her weight onto her other wrist, which immediately ached in protest, the thin metal band biting into her. She lurched to one side as Thea turned away, back to her case - Bunny's eyes darted over what she could see, not liking the look of it. Far too many cruel "toys" there, probes and prongs connected up to batteries, or spiked and ridged. Things that should be used on maid-sluts, but not on her! She managed to pull the key out of the cuff, the pain in her other wrist building fast. Bunny transferred the key between her hands, trying to move as quickly as possible. At least the tightness made it easy to find the keyhole, the cuff now unable to slide around due to how tight it was. The key slid into place, as Thea turned back. She was holding a candle now, a fat, red shaft, snapping a lighter to ignite it. 'The maids at least mean that you've got cleaners on hand, I suppose. Saves me having to put down plastic sheeting!' Wax was starting to melt, forming a pool at the top of the candle, although not yet enough to be splashed around. Bunny wriggled and writhed, ignoring the swelling pain in her wrist, trying to keep Thea distracted as she turned the key. She could feel the pressure shift as it started to unlock, a sudden moment of panic as she realized that she was supported by the cuffs, and would probably drop afterwards. But that would be better than being suspended and powerless! The cuff released, and she dropped, her stomach lurching. She fell forward, dropping several feet, trying to brace herself for an impact against the floor, desperately trying to move her arms to shield her head. She stopped, the rope-harness digging into her skin, squeezing the air from her, leaving her hanging just above the floor. Bunny yelped in pain as her breasts were stretched out, gravity dragging at the weights, before her body slowly swung and twisted in mid-air. 'Clever girl! It's likely that you're going to need to try and get free, when a target is troublesome. I'll help sometimes, but you'll need to be clever yourself.' With her arms free, Bunny could reach around more, resisting the urge to slap at Thea, instead reaching backwards, running her hands along the taut ropes holding her up. Where were the knots? Her fingers found a hard, fat bundle, twisting and stroking over it, ignoring the way the rough rope prickled at her fingers. Her ass ached even more now, as she'd tensed up from being dropped, but if she could release herself, then she could take the damn dildo out herself! A stray strand poked out, and she pulled on that, the awkward position weakening her. Each pull felt like it was loosening the overall tightness, before it slid loose, and she fell the rest of the way to the floor. The impact winded her, and she groaned in pain, head dazed. All she could see now was Thea's feet, before heat flared along her flank, wax being dribbled over her. The flare of pain jerked her from her stupor, and she kicked herself out of the hogtie, rope flicking around, still partially knotted around her limbs. Bunny rolled to the side, more wax droplets splashing to the floor where she had been. She tried to stand up, her ankles still cuffed together, her balance weak. 'Impressive work! But you're not free yet.' A foot stamped down, Bunny just barely rolling to the side to avoid it, hands coming up to her head and yanking at the mask. The rubber straps snarled in her hair, pulling painfully, but she didn't care, just wanting the thing off. It peeled away from her, cool air rushing in before she flung it away, gulping in air now that she could breathe freely. There was no chance to rest as Thea twisted the candle, wax scoring down Bunny's thigh, making her yelp in pain, before she reached out and touched a wall. She twisted herself, getting her feet beneath herself and struggling to her feet, ankles still bound together. But at least she was standing now, even if her body was still wrapped in the remnants of the harness! 'Very good! You're just what I've been looking for.' Thea moved in, too fast to react to, ducking down a little to put herself at Bunny's level and grabbing her in a rough embrace. Her arms wrapped around Bunny's body, her face pressing against Bunny's in a tight kiss, tongue shoving into Bunny's mouth. She tried to fight back, slapping her hands against Thea's back, without any effect. She was lifted off the floor, one arm tight against her back, the other reaching around her back and coming between her thighs, starting to finger her slit. She shook her hips, trying to shake it off, feeling the dildo in her ass slowly slide lose, making her gasp as it twisted inside of her, heavy enough to slowly drop down. It teased against her asshole as it moved downwards, dangling between her thighs. Thea's fingers found her slit, stroking and teasing before a finger slid into her, Bunny's body accepting it. It felt good, blood rushing to her head, making her gasp even as she tried to break away from the forced kiss, utterly overpowered by Thea. The taste and scent of the woman overwhelmed her, almost as much as the finger sliding into her body, a thumb flicking over her clit. Thea broke the kiss, speaking softly now. 'We could have a lot of fun together - but I think I might need to remind you to be obedient sometimes!' The finger-fucking was getting faster and faster, Bunny's hips starting to move at the same rate, her eyes rolling back in her head as she moaned in pleasure. 'You're going to be my bait and my assistant. I can leave you out to help trap dommes, and then we can both have fun. You can be my cute little leashed Bunny - and sometimes, I'll even let you hold a whip.' 'Mrhhhh...' It was impossible to speak, all her strength gone as she was forced into a gushing, powerful orgasm, entire body spasming, supported only by Thea's strength. The dildo in her ass shuddered and knocked against her thighs, before dropping out, her asshole still gaping wide, needing time to recover. Her moan echoed against the walls, dominating her hearing as she grabbed hold of Thea, being kissed again, her body going limp. 'Once you've recovered, you can get your stuff and pack. And I hope you have a passport - I've got some targets already, but we're going to be traveling a lot.' All Bunny could do was gasp and pant as the orgasm filled her up, her thoughts fading away into a warm and comfortable darkness... Melissa DuVant writes a variety of BDSM-inspired stories, such as Digital Slave and is one of the co-writers of the St Michael's University setting. When not writing, she is generally planning RPG campaigns, reading or cooking. Maid Cage Club 1: New Day, New Job The lovely ladies of the Maid Cage Club
are here to serve you, in whatever way you desire! From tea and cake to more
intimate services, they stand ready to attend to your call, obedient maids
ready to serve and service customers. If you wish to tease them, then challenge
them to a penalty game, and enjoy your prize. Or rent a room for a more
in-depth experience! Sally needs a job, and she's done worse
before - how bad can being a novelty waitress be? But the Maid Cage Club is a
little more than just a cafe-bar! The staff, under the keen eye (and crop) of
the Bunny-Bitch serve to fulfil the desires of the customers, serving them with
their bodies, pleasuring and pleasing them as needed. It's going to be a lot
more work than Sally expected, between serving the guests, having to prove her
worth and undergoing the mandatory medical examinations, all while learning how
to serve as a maid. In the dull light of early evening, the place looked shit - an old, mostly empty strip mall, carpark mostly empty except for garbage and weeds, windows boarded up or whitewashed, the only places open a sex shop and some fast-food joints. Sally drifted past the sex shop window - a vast array of vibrators, dildos, leather harnesses on display dummies, shining latex and skimpy lace. Some of it looked good, but was expensive, and it wasn't like she had anyone to wear it for! Or even a webcam and laptop to stream herself in it, not after the last incident and having to leave them behind in a hurry. She checked her watch, starting to move faster - she was supposed to start her shift soon! Novelty waitressing and hostess work wasn't exactly the best, but at least it paid. Although at a place like this, finding a café that wasn't a grungy diner seemed odd - the advert had said it was "stylish and elegant", and the payment had been good, but there was nothing here! And it had suggested at various other "activities" as well, which could cover a lot of different things. She circled around the building until she finally found a way inside that wasn't boarded up, heading into the mall itself. Inside wasn't much better, although someone was still watering the plants, and there was less garbage drifting around. There was a map, but from the list of stores, it hadn't been updated for years - she could see that everything looked shut, and very permanently so. The place was basically a single long passage, shops on either side, with a circular food court at the end, where the anchor stores had once been. She quickened her pace, trainers shuffling along, heading for the food court. Here there were signs of life, or, more importantly, business - tables had been set out, low sunlight trickling through the glass roof. Classical music was coming through the speakers - tinny, but still better than muzak! Several presumably-customers were sat at a circular table, chatting amongst themselves as a figure served them drinks. Sally stared - the waitress was wearing an old-fashioned maid's outfit, with a long, black dress falling to her ankles, white apron around her waist, a frilled cap on her head. She put the last of the drinks down, turning to one of the customers and saying something, everyone laughing. She stepped back and curtseyed, as another maid appeared, stepping out from the only un-boarded door. This one was wearing a much shorter skirt, the lace frills on her knee-high stockings visible, trays of cake in her hands. She moved forward, serving the food. Well, that explained why the place was still open. People were willing to pay for a novelty experience, and rent was probably dirt-cheap. It looked as though the 'café' had taken over one of the anchor stores, so must have huge amounts of space inside, even if it was probably mostly empty. Sally shivered, not liking the thought of being trapped alone in a dark, empty space. She approached the group, the maids breezily chatting with the customers, until the one in the long dress noticed her. Next to her old-world elegance, Sally couldn't help but feel slightly shabby, in battered jeans and a t-shirt, although she was proud of her body. The woman had an austere, slightly chill beauty, the sort that would have inspired floppy-shirted poets to lengthy poems about suicide, wishing for a single kiss from her lips, that sort of thing. She looked at Sally curiously, before the one in the shorter skirt spoke. 'Stop staring, Eve, you'll scare her off!' She was sat on the table, skirt short enough to draw the eye to her plump thighs. 'You must be the new girl? I'll show you inside, the place is a bit of a maze. We'll need to get you sorted for a uniform as well.' She approached Sally, plucking at her t-shirt, pulling it tight. 'Reckon we should have something about the right size, although we normally wait until you've finished the trial period before getting something properly customized. I'm Andrea, if you'd like to follow me? And ignore these reprobates - they like to talk big, but they're all mouth!' She smiled at the customers, one of whom leered at her, until the other woman - Eve - glared back. 'See? Eve has them well whipped.' She flicked a wrist, making the appropriate noise. 'Anyway, it's not long 'till shift change, so let's get you sorted.' She walked away, her gait seeming odd until Sally realized she was rolling her hips, making her backside wriggle around, the customers watching in approval. But they were throwing together quite a large tip and had been polite - compared to a titty bar, it seemed far more civilized. Eve decorously, but swiftly, grabbed the money and made it vanish into her apron. Sally followed inside through the entrance, where another maid started to curtsey, before seeing who it was, aborting her action. It was hard to see, the place dark, but it must once have been a large retail space, now awkwardly re-used as somewhere to eat and drink. Most of the space was hidden from view, plastic boards erected and covered with frilled netting to make it look less, well, crap, but making the thing seem like a maid café from an anime school festival. There was a bar, currently serving food, although she could see rows of bottles as well. Other staff, all dressed as maids, were bustling about, a flurry of black skirts and white frills, although the styles varied from 'traditional maid' in full length skirts, to 'goth' style with heavy corsets and lots of lace, to the more fetish-inspired, with short skirts and tight tops, bits of shiny latex or leather. She'd rather have something more concealing, but the customers all seemed well-behaved, and a few of the maids were even playing with the customers, simple card games or stacking items up until they fell over to show the loser. She was led to a staff door in one corner, behind which was the inevitable bare concrete passageway, only lit by cheap neon bulbs, the green light of a fire escape light at the far end. 'I'd introduce you to the manager, but it's month's end and she's not in the best of moods at the moment!' They walked past a door labelled with 'Manager', from behind which loud rock music could be heard, along with a burst of profanity. 'She's normally pretty chill, just not when she has to do the accounts. Or if she ever has to talk about zoning restrictions. Anyway, in here.' They stepped into something that must have been a stock room, now converted into a combination of changing room, locker room and wardrobe - one wall had seats in front of well-lit mirrors for applying makeup, bags and clothing hanging from pegs, a PC in one corner, and most of the space was taken up by row upon row of hangers, a massive diversity of outfits. 'So, what look do you want? You've got the build to pull off most types. I can't really do the whole "long, sleek and elegant" look, makes me look like a dumpy teapot.' She wriggled, drawing attention to her ample breasts and hips. 'But it's nice to show these off.' Sally started pulling through the racks - they weren't particularly sorted, switching at random between 'severe', 'demure', 'barely there', 'mundane' and 'blatant fetish bait'. She pulled out one, gleaming latex, pulling at the material, feeling it stretch. 'Might be a bit bold for your first night out. I guess you've got the build for it, though. Unless it's made just for me, I get muffintops everywhere! Some guys like them, but makes me feel all splodgy and squishy. Now, how about this one?' She reached past Sally, pulling out another outfit, holding it up against her. 'Let me get your measurements, just in case you do stick around for a while.' Sally checked the dress - the skirt fell to just above her knees, a lot longer than Andrea's, but not as long and binding as Eve's. If she was going to be on her feet all night, something easy to move in would be good. She stripped, throwing her own, far tattier, clothing into the locker Andrea indicated Andrea got out a tape measure, pressing herself against Sally, breasts warm and heavy, scent of vanilla in the air. She was quick, noting the numbers down. 'You really should dress to show off a bit more, you know. You've got the figure for clothing a lot nicer than this.' She picked up Sally's jeans with disdain. 'Something a bit tighter at least!' 'It'd be nice, but I've not got much money.' 'Ah, that. Don't worry about that, at least if you're careful here, you can earn quite well. Just make sure not to be too popular, that can get uncomfortable fast!' She pulled the dress onto Sally, zipping up the back. It was a little tighter at the bust than she liked, with a gap between the neck-band and the frilled bodice that drew attention to her breasts, but it was a good fit for a random pick. Hopefully there wouldn't be too much AC, as the back dropped low. 'These as well.' She was handed some frilled knee-socks, the tops frilled and fluffed, drawing them up onto her legs. 'They seem old fashioned, but they look really good!' Andrea brushed Sally's hands away, drawing them up to the proper height, then drawing a ribbon through the lace, tying them into place. 'They will drop over the night - if you want to go for the slightly tousled look, some people let them, but I prefer to look a bit smarter and keep them nice and even. Do you want to do anything with your hair?' Sally looked at herself in one of the mirrors - it wasn't too bad, but could probably do with a brush, at the least. She sat down, Andrea hovering around, offering suggestions. 'You could go for twintails? Or tie it back. I'm jealous of Eve, she has that glorious long ponytail, but I can't get mine anywhere near that long!' She gestured at her own blonde curls, somehow shining even in the crappy electric light. There was a huge amount of cosmetics and everything required to use them - brushes, tweezers, scissors, and all decent quality. Sally took a moment to fix her makeup (just some lipstick and mascara, nothing too fancy), then tied her hair back, the simple approach seeming to fit with what was needed to be a maid. She shook her head, feeling the strands brush the bare top of her back. Sally squealed in delight. 'You look great! Now, on the evening shift, people use tokens rather than money. Makes things easier, and people tend to spend more if they don't quite realize how much they're spending.' She reached into her apron, pulling out a circular disk, looking like a chip from a casino, except made from dull steel, embossed with a swirling pattern. 'They're labelled and colored - coppers are one, this is a ten, gold is one hundred, there's clear ones for a thousand but those are rare. We like to offer them in games and competitions as well. You can cash them in - each is worth about two dollars, so they can make pretty good tips. Just be careful about shoving them between your breasts, they might fall out! Oh, and any breakages or damage you have to pay for, so try to avoid getting your outfit too dirty.' She ducked low, hands around Sally's waist, as she tied an apron into place. 'It's got a pocket on, so you can throw things in there, but the fabric's a bit thin.' A chime rang. 'Shit, time to start. Oh, crap - you need some shoes, you can't go out in those! Um, these should do.' A pair of low-heeled mary-janes was thrown at her, close enough to her own size. 'Let's go.' She was dragged back into the main room again. The other staff were all lining up by the entrance, the stage now lit up, all the customers temporarily ejected. She lined up with the others, standing there awkwardly. Sally whispered at her. 'Look sharp, here comes the floor boss!' A young woman walked onto the stage - she was slender and petite, every curve clearly visible in the bunnygirl outfit she was wearing, sleek black leotard, fishnet stockings, a white bob of a tail flashing into view above her ass, long ears waggling with every step. In front of the ears was a gleaming black military cap of some kind, accentuated by the crop she had in one hand. She walked in front of the maids, heels clicking on the floor, like a general inspecting her troops, followed by two other women. Her aides were dressed as fetish nurses; one in white, the other black, tight latex mini-dresses clinging to their bodies, faces half-hidden behind medical masks. 'Good evening ladies!' She shouted like a drill sergeant, the words crisp and commanding. 'Good evening, Madame Announcer!' The maids chorused back, Sally joining in, a little behind everyone else. 'The boss is doing accounts, so leave her alone unless you want to get thrown in the hole. Tonight, we're introducing a few new penalty games. We've got...' she produced a clipboard, 'shock-blox, try not to blow the batteries this time, lucky strike, and a few of you need to work the holes.' She walked down the line, inspecting the uniforms, tutting and pulling on stray threads, tugging aprons into place, unbuttoning dresses to show a little more cleavage. She stopped in front of Sally, looking up at her, shorter even in her heels. 'Ah, the new girl. I'm sure the others will show you the ropes, but with your background, you should fit right in.' She inspected Sally, running her hands down her body, checking the fit of the uniform. 'Not bad. If you pass the induction, then we'll get you something a bit more custom. Any questions, ask Andrea, and try not to make a mess. We'll introduce you to the patrons tonight - we're expecting a decent crowd. I'm sure they'll enjoy you.' A bell rang, some of the tension dissipating, the bunnygirl clapping. 'Positions, everyone! You, new girl - when I call for you, come up on stage.' Everyone moved into a single line - there were about a dozen on shift, from a fetish-y latex maid with her entire body sheathed in shining black except for bands of flesh at thigh and shoulder, to mini-skirted maids like Andrea, to those in white and black frills that were less overtly kinky. The customers started to file in, individuals and groups, inspecting the maids. Most seemed to know the staff, chatting briefly before picking a server, who escorted them to their seats, taking their orders. Sally was amongst the last to be picked, selected by a couple, young and professional-looking, clearly out on a date night, although both seemed to be eying her up as well. She curtseyed, trying to look gracious, walking them to an empty table, pulling out the chairs for them both. 'Good evening. Would Madam and Monsieur care to order?' She curtseyed again, hoping that excessive politeness could make up for having no idea what to do. The woman eyed her up. 'I wouldn't mind a taste of you!' The man lightly slapped her shoulder. 'Behave! She's new, at least wait until she's been introduced properly. Some wine, and the starter for two, please.' Sally went to the bar, bringing them back their food and drink - behind the bar she could see more workers chopping up and cooking food, those in the kitchen dressed more normally. A few of the other maids were playing games - the one in latex had a heavy and metallic contraption around her neck, and was playing something that looked like Jenga, trying to slide a block from a stack. She twitched suddenly, the blocks cascading to the floor as she jerked. Then the lights went out, darkness for a moment before a spotlight came on, illuminating the bunnygirl on stage. 'Good evening, ladies, gentleman and honored others! Welcome to our honorable establishment! I'm sure you will all be keen to enjoy the sweet, wholesome hospitality of our lovely servers, but before then, I hope you will join me in greeting a new member of staff.' She made a play of looking, one hand shading her eyes as Sally moved to the front, standing on stage, feeling exposed. Something else was on the stage, a large bulky object covered beneath a white sheet, the two nurses stood in the wings. The one in black looked at her and winked, the expression eerie when most of her face was hidden behind the mask. The bunnygirl waved the clipboard at her, almost hitting her, making her step back until she was stood in front of the cloth-covered thing, the nurses stepping onto the stage, Black close by, White somewhere out of sight. 'Now, I'm sure you're all aware of the process. We apply the most exacting standards to our staff, probing them utterly thoroughly, to make sure they are nothing but the finest morsels!' Her wording made Sally slightly nervous. 'And so, before they begin fully working, our highly skilled medical team needs to give them a full examination!' Black stepped in and shoved her backwards, towards the cloth-covered thing. She fell backwards, landing on a seat, hard padding impacting on her butt. Latex-wrapped hands grabbed her wrists, cuffs snapping tight around them, the same with her ankles. She twisted and shifted in place, the padded bands too tight to shift. She opened her mouth to try and object, as something cold and metallic was pushed between her lips. There was a ratcheting noise, and she felt her jaw get forced open, unable to speak, just waggle her tongue around. If they were going to be rough, a little warning would have been nice! White appeared, fabric scissors in hand, as the bunnygirl continued to commentate. 'We get through more outfits this way! But it's all in a good cause, right folks?' They cheered and clapped, as Sally felt the scissors slice through her clothing, the maid's outfit sliced into bits, getting pulled off. Now all she was wearing was her underwear and her stockings. A projector screen turned on, image cast onto a large sheet on the high ceiling, allowing her to see herself - the thing in her mouth was a dental gag, designed to force a mouth open for a dentist to work, now keeping her lips jammed open, her tongue impotently waggling. Her shoes were removed, Black running a hand over her bare soles, making her shiver and twitch. 'Sensitive feet, folks! You might want to be noting that down, in case you ever get the chance to punish her, and need to know how to make your strokes count.' The bunnygirl moved behind her, vanishing from sight as Sally flicked her head around, until a thick leather band strapped itself over her forehead, eliminating even that movement. White pulled her stockings down, leaving them bundled untidily just above the ankle cuffs, Black continuing to tickle Sally's feet, making her twitch and jerk, trying to brush the nurse off without effect. White wheeled in a medical cart, covered with sex toys and unpleasant looking implements - spiked wheels, candles, stun guns, needles and other things she didn't recognize. Black stood close to her head, whispering through the mask. 'Shhh. Just relax and enjoy.' Sally continued to writhe, trying to break the cuffs pinning her in place, without success. Getting publicly fucked wasn't her idea of a good time! The scissors flashed, snipping through her bra, which was pulled off and discarded, and then the black-wrapped fingers began to knead her breasts. Something clicked inside the chair, and her legs were spread wide, White standing between them, squirting lube onto her fingers. She began to play with Sally, fingers slowly caressing her outer folds, making her squirm in embarrassment and pleasure - from up here, the audience were barely visible except as vague shadows, while she was in the spotlight. Sally felt herself respond, watching her face on the screen as she tried not to show too much pleasure, unable to close her legs, Black continuing to stroke her breasts and stomach, kneading and teasing her flesh. All she could do was make strangled grunts, trying to signal annoyance, but White's fingers were talented, especially when they started pushing into her. 'You see? For now, at least, you are simply here to be pleasured.' Black stopped kneading her breasts, pushing dry-slick fingers into her mouth, stretching them wide to feel the space within, before feeling Sally's tongue, sticking into her throat until she gagged. This was repeated several times, probing a little further each time. 'Impressive. Some training needed, but that will come with time.' Sally was close to coming, fingers pumping in and out of her as her mouth was cleared, the spit being wiped onto her stomach, leaving her feeling dirty. She twisted as much as she could, chasing the pleasure, as the fingers were pulled out, leaving her empty and unsatisfied. She whined, complaining as much as she could through the gag - if she was going to be used, at least let her get off! Then the chair shifted, tilting backwards, her legs spreading even wider. She realized what was going to happen as Black slapped her exposed twat, before a lubed-up finger was shoved into Sally's asshole. Her entire body tensed, straining against the intruder without success, the digit squirming inside her. It was pulled back and she sagged back, before feeling two push into her! She growled through the gag, White giving her a warning look before pinching a nipple, scribbling something into a notebook. Anal at least deserved a warning, surely! White showed the notebook to the bunnygirl, who resumed commenting. 'Looks like you're in for a treat! She's not got much of a gag reflex, for those of you with larger endowments, and her breasts are entirely natural. She seems a little less fond of those taking the back passage, but someone else has previously taken the time to break that in a little. And she's quick to loosen up, for those without much patience or that can only afford a little time!' There was no need to be rude! And it was better to get wet fast than having to shove some dude off her because he couldn't be bothered with foreplay and wanted to go in dry! Of course, her protests were mumbled garbage, tongue flicking around until White grabbed it, squeezing it, the taste of Sally's pussy still on her fingers. Sally tried clenching her asshole, hoping to make Black pump and grind a little harder, but was disappointed when the fingers were removed. Come on, let her have something, other than being publicly exposed! 'And now, the moment you've all been waiting for, the first bidding!' Sally squeaked. The what now? 'Who wishes to be the first to claim this young maid's holes? Well, the first here, at least, as she appears to have broken herself in. Now, her tight little butthole first - do I have twenty? Twenty, from the strapping young gent at the front. Twenty-five, for the Sir in the 80's tie - that's probably older than she is!' She was being bid on? Was this what Andrea had meant by it being easy to earn money? The bidding was ramping up flatteringly high, slowing at about two hundred, stopping at two hundred and forty. Well, she'd done worse, for less! The chair tilted further back, her view dropping until all she could see was the ceiling, motes of dust sparkling in the projector beam. Hands spread her buttocks wide, a cock thrusting into her asshole. She wished she could pivot her hips, trying to make it more pleasurable for herself as bidding on her mouth and pussy was done. The bastard pounding her ass didn't have much stamina, cumming inside her before withdrawing. She whined, denied an orgasm again. The chair pivoted upwards, allowing her to see again, as the young couple stepped onto the stage, hand-in-hand. They kissed, the woman groping the man, before unzipping his flies, kissing his cock. Then the woman moved around, mounting Sally's face, the chair having enough support for her to position herself there. She'd never eaten a girl out before! She tried to waggle her tongue, running it along the woman's thighs, then slipping into her, taste slightly bitter. With the woman straddling her face, she couldn't see, but the man's cock seemed a decent size, thrusting into her, actually managing to make her cum, shortly before his seed burst into her, hot and wet. She was still running her tongue around inside the woman, feeling hands grab her hair. Metal prongs poked her belly, and then searing electrical fire ran into her, making her lose control, spasming in pain this time. The woman's thighs blocked most of her hearing, but the searing agony flared again, and she desperately flapped her tongue, trying to get the woman off before she was punished again. She'd never done this before, what was she meant to do? It took several more flares of pain before she managed to succeed, feeling the woman's walls tense, juices flowing before she dismounted, looking disappointed. 'Well, ladies, looks like this one might be a loss to you! Or you could take her for some special training, put that tongue of hers to good use and train her up!' She patted Sally on the head. Sally growled - being fucked wasn't too bad, but she didn't like being treated as meat. 'Feisty! Or just doesn't like eating women out. Either way, time for some free-range testing.' The manacles released her, but before she could stand, both nurses grabbed her, pulling her up and binding her arms behind her back, wrapping a heavy collar around her neck. 'She's an all-you-can-fuck buffet for the night! Remember, please rate your appreciation of this lovely lady's orifices on our handy app!' A rating appeared on the screen, as one of the first three gave her a rating - 4.5 stars. 'Someone's a fan!' A leash was attached and she was tugged forward, mouth still open, spit trickling out, falling onto her breasts, sticky and wet. She was pulled towards the tables, now able to see the other guests, their eyes predatory, trousers tenting and bulging. Black whispered to her again. 'Bit more public than you're used to, but I'm sure you'll manage. At least this isn't being streamed.' A hand slapped her on the ass, making her squeal again. Andrea was mounted on top of one of the guests, rocking back and forth, a determined smile on her face as she ground her breasts into her face. Hands grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down to her knees before a hand covered her eyes. A cock thrust into her mouth, Black whispering again. 'Do well - you want a nice high rating.' With the metal forcing her mouth open, it was hard to give a proper blowjob, and one of the nurses was keeping a tight grip on her head, forcing it backwards and forwards, even though she'd rather set her own rhythm. Pain suddenly sparked through her neck. 'You've got targets to hit - get him off fast, or the zaps get stronger.' She ran her tongue up and down the shaft, glad they were at least washed and clean, until it twitched, shooting its load. She swallowed on instinct, hearing the cheers as she did so, getting murmured praise. She was pushed onto her stomach, a chair supporting her, hands grasping her waist as she was fucked in the ass again, even as another cock was thrust into her mouth. She could hear other people getting fucked around her, but it was impossible to see more than a crotch thrusting into her face. At some point the gag slipped off, allowing her to properly suck off those jamming their dicks into her mouth, using her lips and cheeks, sucking tightly, jizz splattering her face, even as she was fucked in both holes from behind. Eventually, another bell rang, and she was left, slicked with cum and sweat, slowly coming back to herself. She rolled to one side, falling to the floor, slowly standing, hands still bound. Andrea approached, her uniform mussed from being groped, her breasts glazed with cum, as she took the leash, pulling Sally back towards the changing rooms. 'Looks like you did well.' She pointed at the screen, displaying what she had earned - the number "3128" was flashing in golden text, along with 4-and-a-bit stars. 'Looks like you're pretty good at blowjobs, those seemed popular. But we should wash you off, before the cum soaks into your hair. And you're terrible at eating pussy, you really should work on that.' Sally was still dazed, her jaw stretched and sore, trying to react properly, as Sally led her into an open shower, turning a tap and steaming hot water spilling out, carefully washing the cum off, cleaning her hair for her, warm and comforting and close. 'You had a good first night, but you need to be careful not to get too popular. You can opt out of anything you don't want to do, but if you don't make enough to hit targets, you're out. The stuff that pays the most is the kinky shit, but that's just tiring, so I try and leave that to the specialists. If you're into that, fine, but it can be a problem, especially if people keep bugging you about it, or if you get a reputation for something. I'd recommend trying to work on a few people, get some regular patrons, and make sure to always keep something in the bank, so you can take time off and pay for bed and board. Oh, and you need to pay for anything you spill or any damage to your outfits - the first one's a freebie, but after that, it's on you.' It was hard for Sally to speak, jaw still sore, mumbling a question. 'How you get payment? You can cash out when you want. But unless you need it, leave it here for a bit. You're going to need some nice outfits, more than just one, at least. And you might want some food and a drink before second shift starts.' Sally took a deep breath. 'Second shift?' 'Eight 'till midnight. It's your first night, so you need to be shown off! Maybe decide an aesthetic? You seemed to like getting fucked senseless, so I'm guessing sub? And you've got the ass and legs for a mini-skirt. Or you can let the crowd decide, earn some money that way, but you'll probably end up in something you hate, they like to do that.' Sally sighed, trying to regain her energy, pussy, asshole and mouth still sore, as Andrea toweled her dry. It seemed fun, but she really should have read the job description properly! |