The Bondage Cafe
As I walked into the Bondage Cafe for my first shift, my heart raced with a mix of excitement and nervousness. My long chestnut hair fell in soft waves around my face, framing my hazel eyes that sparkled with anticipation. At 5'4" and with an athletic build, I felt confident in my ability to handle whatever challenges lay ahead.
I was excited about the night. My previous experience with bondage was slight, but during the interview, the matron seemed interested when I told her that I liked to spank myself with a hairbrush and try to tie my own breasts in rope after watching videos online. The thought of being naked and tied up in public, feeling humiliated, really got me aroused.
The matron greeted me sternly, her eyes roaming over my body as she assessed me. "You'll do," she said finally, handing me a script. "Memorize these options and explain them to the guests." She thrust a black folded mesh shift dress at me. "Change into this now and remember no bra or panties."
I nodded, taking the script and dress from her hands. As I dressed, I snapped on the wrist and ankle shackles, feeling like I had crossed the point of no return. The metal collar made me feel like a slave, the cuffs on my ankles and wrists ready to tie me up at a moment's notice.
The sheer mesh shift dress clung to my curves, my pert large breasts visible through the material. It came to mid-thigh length, making me think that my pussy and ass would be exposed if I bent over. Maybe that was the point.
I took a deep breath and approached my first group of guests - two couples, two men and two women waiting near the entrance. Their eyes gleamed with anticipation as they looked me up and down. I cleared my throat, trying to steady my voice.
"Good evening," I began, my hands trembling slightly. "Welcome to the Bondage Cafe. My name is Hazel and I will be your waitress this evening."
I escorted them through the restaurant, where other waitresses dashed back and forth carrying plates of food and drinks. It seemed normal. When we reached our table, I noticed it was large and rectangular with metal rings set into each corner. A rope and pulley hung down from the ceiling above the table. The guests settled into the leatherette seats on either side of the table as I handed them the menus - one for drinks, one for food.
They ordered two cokes, a beer, and a glass of white wine. I returned with the drinks and set them out in front of each guest. I took their food orders and walked to the kitchen. My heart was beating fast as I knew that I was to provide the entertainment while they waited for food.
On the way out of the kitchen was a row of wooden coat hooks with black velvet bags attached. I grabbed the one labeled Hazel - this was my bag of tricks. It contained vibrators, a ball gag, nipple clamps, coconut oil, wet wipes, and a deck of cards I had chosen earlier. These were humiliations or sexual acts I would be comfortable doing tonight. Well here goes, I thought.
I swallowed hard - there was no going back now.
I returned to the table where the two couples were sipping drinks and chatting. They stopped talking when I approached and looked me up and down. The men were in their forties, handsome and well-groomed, dressed in smart trousers and shirts. The women were glamorous, wearing evening gowns and smelling of expensive perfume.
I swallowed hard and prepared my script in my head. This is the part of the evening when I entertain you, I said. I withdrew the deck of cards. This is a deck of cards which contains commands that you can use on me. I am here to serve and make you happy. These are the props that you can use on me when the card command requires, I added, laying out the ball gag, spanking paddle, vibrators, dildo, nipple clamps, and massage oil on the table.
I placed the deck of cards on the table and asked the group, "Who wants to pick the first card?"
The black-haired man reached for the top card from the deck. It read: 'Undress me.'
He approached me, pressing his body close against mine. His hands grasped the hem of my dress, fingers brushing against my buttocks as he slowly raised the fabric. My pussy was exposed, grinding against the bulge in his crotch. He continued lifting the dress higher, past my breasts, until my erect nipples pressed against the cotton of his shirt. Raising my arms to assist, he slid the garment over my head, leaving me naked and vulnerable before the staring eyes of strangers in the restaurant.
My cheeks flushed with embarrassment under their intense gaze.
Next, the elegant blonde woman with piercing blue eyes selected a card: 'Gag Me.' She retrieved the ball gag from the table. I sat on her lap as she gently lifted my brown curls away from my face and instructed me to open wide. The red ball was pressed into my mouth and secured behind my neck with straps, rendering me mute.
Now it was the turn of the burly man with greying hair. He picked up the next card and displayed it to the onlookers: 'Bend me over your knee and spank my bottom.'
I bent forward slowly, deliberately dragging my stiff nipples and heavy breasts across his thighs as I positioned myself. My belly rested on his lap while my arms and legs extended straight out, pressing my round ass up for his attention. He gazed down at my exposed rear, his rough hand caressing each cheek before spreading them apart to admire my tight asshole.
When he was satisfied with the view, his large hands came down hard on my buttocks in a series of stinging slaps. The pain radiated through my skin, making it hot and throbbing. Muffled yelps escaped from behind my gag, though I couldn't hide the grin of pleasure that tugged at my lips.
It was now his partner's turn, a glamorous Asian woman in a crimson evening gown. She picked up the next card: 'Put nipple clamps on me.' A mischievous grin spread across her face as she addressed the group and selected a pair of steel nipple clamps from the table.
She approached me, gently rolling and caressing my already stiff nipples between her fingers, trying to coax them into an even harder state. I thought she was simply getting a better look, but gasped in surprise when I felt the warm wetness of her lips envelop one sensitive peak. Her tongue teased and swirled around the bud, sending jolts of pleasure through my body until my nipples were rock hard and throbbing with need.
She circled the first clamp around my nipple, pinching it tightly as the pain replaced the pleasure in an instant. My brow furrowed at the sharp sting, but she seemed to relish my discomfort. The second clamp was placed on its twin, and she gave a harsh tug on the chain connecting them. Slowly, she pulled the chain outwards, stretching my breasts and nipples away from my body in an agonizing display of dominance.
Finally releasing me, I stood there panting heavily, my chest heaving with each labored breath. That was intense, I thought to myself, but I knew it was only the beginning of what lay ahead...
Next, it was the man's turn. 'Finger me from behind,' the card read. I assumed the position I had been trained to take - bent over the table with my ass raised high in the air, practically inviting him to take me from behind. He grunted his approval and immediately set to work, rubbing my already wet pussy with his gentle hands.
I could feel the eyes of the guests upon me as I lay there wantonly writhing, my juices dripping down my thighs and coating his fingers as he thrust them in and out of my tight hole. The shameful arousal coursing through my veins only heightened my pleasure.
Then it was the blonde lady's turn. I could sense her anger, likely due to the noticeable bulge straining against her husband's trousers - no doubt caused by his recent intimate encounter with me. She beamed as she picked up the next card: 'Spank me with the paddle.'
Nervously, I assumed the same position I had taken with her husband moments before. She raised the paddle high and brought it down hard across my ass, leaving livid red marks on my tender flesh. Each stinging blow sent jolts of painful pleasure through my body, making me yelp and writhe.
Finally, she caressed my abused cheeks before sliding a finger between my legs to tease my throbbing clit. I was left breathless and reeling from the intense sensations, wondering what depraved act would come next...
It was the large muscular man's turn once again. He selected the next card, causing me to whimper: 'Give me permission to come.' I picked up the magic wand vibrator and handed it to him before positioning myself on his lap, raising my legs high in the air. Wrapping both arms around my knees, I hugged them close to keep myself in this exposed position as I wriggled on his lap to get comfortable.
He wrapped a strong arm around my waist, holding me securely against him. His partner, the Asian lady, guided his hand with the vibrator to my dripping pussy. He flicked the switch and slowly stroked the wand along my slit before pressing it firmly against my throbbing clit. I writhed in ecstasy as I felt his hard cock growing beneath me, realizing that if he were naked, this would be the perfect position for him to penetrate me deeply.
The head of his penis pressed insistently against my vulva through his trousers, and I could feel it twitching with each pulse of the vibrator. He felt massive, stretching me even through the fabric barrier. As the intense sensations built, I desperately wanted to come, but remembered I needed to beg for release first.
Behind my gag, I pleaded, "Please let me come!" But he denied me, replying simply, "Not yet." Then he attacked my clit with renewed vigor, the vibrator buzzing mercilessly against my sensitive nub. Finally, he commanded, "Come now!" and I shattered, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over me as I spasmed uncontrollably in his lap.
Left shaking and dazed in the aftermath, it took a moment to remember where I was and that this was all just a game...
The Asian lady drew the next card: 'Make us both come.' I handed her a magic wand vibrator before straddling her lap, facing her with my legs wrapped around the back of her chair. My arms encircled her shoulders and neck for support, pressing my sensitive clamped nipples against her ample breasts through her crimson dress. I could feel her warmth radiating into me as her own nipples hardened and poked against the fabric.
She understood what was required and positioned the vibrator between our bodies, nestling it against both of our dripping pussies. With a flick of the switch, she began stroking the wand over my clit, making me gasp with pleasure. Then she dragged it down to tease her own clit through her clothes.
Our hips ground together, both of us pressing desperately against the vibrating head as our bodies writhed and undulated. The feeling of her soft curves and breasts rubbing against mine only heightened my arousal until I could hold back no longer. An intense orgasm crashed over me, making my legs tremble, but she kept the wand firmly pressed to her own sex.
Her breathing grew ragged as she moaned with building ecstasy. Her back arched and thighs quaked, nearly unseating me from her lap. "Yes!" she cried out. "God, I'm coming!" She bucked and thrashed against the vibrator, grinding her crotch into it as a dark wet spot bloomed on the crimson satin of her gown.
We collapsed together, panting and flushed, our cheeks pressed intimately as we basked in the afterglow of shared pleasure, exhausted but deeply satisfied...
The man across the table drew the next card and read it aloud: 'Take my gag off and hold a dildo in your lap.' He looked perplexed as he removed the gag from my mouth, a string of drool cascading down onto my breast. In his lap rested a silicone dildo that resembled a lifelike penis.
I crawled on my hands and knees to his side and knelt between his legs. I licked the tip of the dildo and simulated giving it my best blowjob, my tongue swirling around the head. Under the hand gripping the toy, I could see his own cock beginning to stiffen once more.
Lowering myself onto his lap, I wrapped an arm around his shoulder for support as I felt the tip of the dildo penetrate me. He moaned as I sank down, spooning my naked body against him. Rising and falling on the dildo, I savored the delicious fullness and the press of his hardness against me.
After pleasuring myself for a minute or two, I lifted off the dildo and went back down on my knees. I took it deep into my mouth, tasting my own essence as I sucked. Glancing up, I noticed the huge bulge in his pants and caught his blonde wife staring at it too, her eyes filled with lustful curiosity...
It was her turn to draw the final card, which read: 'Take off the nipple clamps and massage my breasts with oil while I pleasure you.'
She roughly tugged on the chain between my breasts, pulling me closer. With a sharp yank, she removed the painful metal clamps from my hardened nipples, now warm from my body heat. "May I use the vibrator on you?" I asked as I positioned myself in her lap, facing away from her.
"You may," she replied curtly. Reaching behind me, I placed the magic wand between her legs and turned it on high. She pumped coconut oil into her palms and began massaging my breasts, working the slick liquid until they glistened and shone under the lights. Her touch was exquisite, drawing appreciative murmurs and approving glances from the other guests around the table as we put on quite a show.
The blonde lady started grinding her hips against me as she massaged my breasts, rolling each nipple between her fingers until they swelled with arousal, now the hardest I'd ever seen them. The pulsing vibrations against my pussy made me moan as I pleasured her clit and pussy relentlessly.
She bucked and arched in the chair, whispering thickly in my ear, "Thank you, that was amazing..."
Regaining my composure, I gestured towards a curtained-off vestibule behind the table. "I've noticed the bulges in some of the gentlemen's trousers," I said with a coy smile. "If any of the ladies would like their men to be revealed, I can accompany you into the side chamber to assist."
The Asian lady seemed eager and led her partner into the private space, with me following close behind, my breasts still glistening from the oil massage. Once inside, I knelt before the couple. "You can give your man a handjob or I can help," I offered suggestively. "If he wants to come on my face or breasts, that's perfectly fine." Pushing my breasts together for emphasis, I unzipped his pants and drew out his semi-erect penis. It was indeed massive.
The Asian woman wrapped her hand around his shaft and began pumping steadily. I moved in closer, cupping his heavy balls as he moaned with pleasure. Her strokes grew faster and a bead of precum dribbled from the tip. "Come on her face," she commanded authoritatively.
I opened my mouth wide, ready to catch his load. Despite my earlier statement about oral sex being against the rules, I couldn't resist flicking my tongue teasingly over the head of his cock before returning to my open-mouthed pose. This drove him wild and his wife pumped even harder until he erupted with a guttural groan. Thick spurts of hot cum splattered across my face, tongue, and forehead, leaving sticky trails of his essence.
After cleaning up with some wet wipes, he zipped himself back up and we casually strolled out as if nothing had happened, despite the slight smudge of makeup on my face. The couple returned to their seats, appearing relaxed and content, a satisfied smile playing at the corners of their mouths...
Next up were the slender black-haired man and his blonde wife. I ushered them into the private vestibule and repeated my earlier speech. The blonde woman eagerly requested that I perform a tit wank on her husband. Unzipping his fly, I drew out his rock-hard member. Kneeling before him, I gently positioned his cock between my warm, oiled breasts and began kneading the head with my soft mounds.
His shaft twitched against my cleavage as I started pumping it with my hand. Making eye contact with the wife, I noticed her entranced expression. "Would you like me to continue?" I asked coyly. She nodded enthusiastically. Continuing my ministrations, I pleasured him with my breasts and hand until his cockhead turned a throbbing purple, desperate for release.
Holding his shaft firmly between my tits, I pumped the last few strokes, bringing him to the brink of ecstasy. With a guttural moan, he climaxed, spurting hot ropes of cum across my breasts and cleavage. A look of relief and contentment washed over his face as I cleaned him up and wiped away his seed from my skin.
The couple returned to their seats at the table just as the matron appeared, wheeling in a hostess trolley laden with steaming plates of food. But that wasn't all - protruding from the metal housing was a long mechanical shaft with an attached dildo, hinting at even more debauched delights to come...
The matron asked if I was comfortable, to which I nodded affirmatively. She then instructed me to put my ball gag back on and climb up onto the table, lying face-up. Obeying her command, I found myself spread-eagle on the surface as she secured my ankle shackles to each corner, forcing my legs wide apart. My wrists were similarly bound to the top corners of the table, leaving me completely exposed and helpless.
Glancing around, I saw the faces of the four guests transfixed by my struggles, their eyes roving hungrily over my vulnerable body. The matron positioned the serving trolley between my splayed thighs, the tip of the dildo attached to the fucking machine pressing insistently against my entrance.
With a casual flick of a switch, she activated the device and it began its relentless mechanical thrusting, stretching my pussy with each inward plunge before withdrawing completely. The pace was merciless, making my breasts bounce and jiggle with every impact.
Placing the plates of food around my body for the diners to enjoy, the matron stepped back with a wicked grin. "Bon appétit," she purred before leaving me to my fate.
Trapped on the table, I was at the mercy of the machine as it pounded into me without respite. Just when I thought I'd grown accustomed to its rhythm, it would suddenly speed up, slamming in and out with brutal force. Shamefully, I found myself climaxing over and over again, my body writhing and arching as the dildo stretched me wide.
The guests made small talk and ate their meals while I squirmed and moaned, occasionally reaching out to caress my breasts, nipples, and thighs. The woman who had clamped my nipples earlier took it upon herself to rub my clit with her perfectly manicured fingers, sending electric jolts of pleasure through me.
After finishing their meals, each diner took turns using the vibrators on me, pressing the buzzing tips against my sensitive nipples and throbbing clit. The dual sensations were overwhelming, making me see stars as I came harder than ever before.
I could see the guests' eyes glued to my writhing form, their hands discreetly adjusting themselves in their seats. The women rubbed their crotches through their dresses while the men shifted to hide their growing erections.
"Look at her come on that machine," one of the men groaned huskily. "Her pussy is so fucking tight around it."
His words only served to drive me wilder, and I lost count of how many times I climaxed, reduced to a quivering, orgasmic mess with my breasts bouncing up and down as the dildo slammed in and out of my body.
Finally satisfied, the diners called over the matron and paid their bill, leaving generous tips scattered across my naked form before departing. I was left sprawled on the table, utterly spent and covered in sweat, cum, and money, my pussy still twitching from the relentless fucking...
The matron switched off the fucking machine and wheeled it away, leaving me sprawled on the table as the dildo slid out, causing a flood of my wet juices to trickle across the surface. She untied me from the corners and peeled the money off my naked body before helping me into my shift dress. The thin fabric clung to my sweat-slicked skin, making me feel like a cheap whore - a sensation I couldn't help but relish.
I cleared the plates from the table and carried them back to the kitchen, where I saw that the other waitresses were still bound in various positions on their own tables, undergoing a variety of punishments at the hands of their guests.
Returning to my station, I wiped away the crumbs and my own juices from the table, laying down fresh napkins and place mats for the next round of diners. As I finished, the matron appeared outside the kitchen door. "Well done," she praised me. "Now take a quick break, shower, and be ready for the next group arriving in an hour."
I nodded obediently, my body still tingling from the relentless fucking I had just endured. The thought of more guests to serve only heightened my anticipation for what depraved acts awaited me next...
