My First Real Job

"Face it, Emily," I chided myself. "You didn't put in all that hard work and graduate, just to work at these dead ends jobs for very little pay. You need a real job, that pays well, and maybe can be a career or at least offer advancement." Properly chastised by myself in my mirror, I went out looking, hoping to get something interesting. Wandering around, I decided not to pound the same old 'beaten paths' I'd been pursuing. I decided to go over to an artist and tourist area, since at least the scenery would be more interesting. They always had new, fascinating stuff so I drove 30 min and found some parking. I walked around and noticed a sign on a side street that got my attention, so I left the main drag and approached the store window.

The displays in the window indicated it was a store that sold leather and latex clothing. Enraptured, I fell in love with everything I saw in that store window. Outfits like that give me a tendency to hyperventilate and drool, not necessarily in that order.

I opened the door, and as I entered a bell rang. There was an older woman manning the counter. She looked up and said nicely, "Please feel free to look around, and call me if you have any questions."

Oh my god -- the sights in the store window were delightful enough, but the smell of leather that permeated the air of the store was absolutely wonderful. I inhaled deeply and felt my toes tingling. Trying my best to look sophisticated and nonchalant, I looked around and barely was able to contain my excitement. However, the cost of the items seemed to be well out of the reach of my pocketbook. Like small lead weights being poured slowly into it, my heart was filling with sadness. "I wonder if I'll ever have enough money to simply buy things that I desire?" I mentally asked. During my examination of the store, I looked at the woman by the counter and noticed that she looked tired. I decided 'nothing ventured, nothing gained' as the proverb goes.

"Ma'am, by any chance are you looking for help here in this store?" I asked politely.

She looked up and hazarded a smile. "Hello, my name is Hannah, rather than Ma'am. And the answer to your question is yes, but I need someone that is interested in this community and lifestyle." She pointedly was scrutinizing what I was wearing an seeing an obvious lack of any leather or latex in my garments.

Blushing I told her, "This has been a dream of mine for years, Hannah."

She looked me over and handed me a job application. She warned me, "If you've ever been arrested, don't bother filling out the form, hun. You see, I cater to a high end community and the job also involves a strict nondisclosure agreement to protect my clients. Applicants who have a criminal record are immediately disqualified."

I could see her point and quickly agreed, saying, "That's fine with me, Hannah. My name is Emily. I have no police record and I'd love to work here." I paused, a little shy to ask my next question. Disregarding the hammering of my heart, I finally asked, "Would there be any chance to wear some of the clothes here in the shop, like if I was modeling things to show the customers?"

The woman looked a little surprised and thoughtful, considering my proposal. "Actually, that's a good idea, Emily, and you obviously have a better figure for that than I do. If we gave that a try, I'd let you buy at cost anything you wore for that purpose."

Taking the pen she handed me, I finished my application, handed it to her, thanked her politely for considering me, left and headed home. I felt good about our interaction and really hoped to get a call from her. Of course, I knew that I probably wouldn't be modeling any of the clothes in the near future, since I expected that I couldn't even afford the 'at cost' prices. But I knew I'd just love being in that store, sweeping, arranging the stock, pricing things, and doing whatever else Hannah might need.

About two weeks later, she did give me a call, saying, "Everything on your application checked out, Emily. You can start work here at my store on Monday, if you're still interested."

Needless to say, I was there bright and early on Monday and got busy following her orders and trying to be very helpful around the shop. As I relieved some of her burden, she began to look less tired than the first day I'd seen her, and the mood in the shop brightened. Hannah complimented me on being a hard worker, and when we weren't busy, we began to chat and grow closer as friends. But I always gave her the respect she deserved as my boss.

I'd been working there more than a month when a statuesque blond came in and looked around. Her clothes fairly screamed 'money' and the way she carried herself just naturally informed the world that she was a important person.

Hannah rushed out and greeted her, saying, "It's so wonderful to see you again! I hope you're planning another one of your fabulous parties!" They chatted animatedly for a while, both of them smiling. Then they came over to me, and I was introduced to this obviously important customer. Hannah said, "Emily, I want you to meet Miss Jane. Miss Jane, this is Emily, my new assistant."

I'd paid close attention to Hannah's clue as to how I should address this woman. "It's very nice to meet you, Miss Jane. If I can help in any manner, just call me," I said.

"Is your assistant available for demonstrations?" she asked Hannah rather then me, since it was Hannah's store, and therefore she defined my roles.

"Oh yes. You can used the fitting room as long as you like, if you wish."

The woman started to look around and handed me a couple of latex dresses. I gave Hannah a secret look of panic and whispered, "I can't buy all this, Hannah."

She remembered what she'd told me about selling me at cost whatever I wore, and whispered back. "It's OK, Emily. She's a very important client so just do as she asks, please."

In the fitting room, after she held up several outfits against me, considering, Miss Jane settled on a maid's outfit. "Here, put this on," she ordered. She never took her eyes off me as I stripped and put on the outfit, and I'm sure I blushed at being watched so closely while I was naked. The clothes fit me like a second skin. It had a lovely ruffed under skirt. She handed me black shear nylons, the stay up type. A pair of ankle strap high heel shoes followed. She looked at me from different angles as I added these to the outfit.

Next she made me walk around inside the shop, watching me closely. She pulled out a credit card and handed it to Hannah, saying, "We'll be right back."

With that, she pulled me outside, and we started to walk down to the main street in the shopping area. We literally stopped traffic and a crowd gathered as we walked. Pictures were taken and they appeared in the newspapers and on TV that night and also the next day. Headlines covered various speculations summarized by this one: "Who Is The New Friend?"

At first, I was embarrassed. But after a bit, I enjoyed all the attention. Luckily my face was not shown in the pictures, but my short skirt and long, black-clad legs were the center of attraction.

Miss Jane walked me back to the shop and said, "Yes, I'll take that outfit." She went back to the racks of clothes, continuing to look. Hannah had her information on record and scurried off to fill the order in the size she'd require. Never for a minute did I expect that Miss Jane would wear a maid's outfit, except possibly at a costume party. More likely she had people on her staff that required certain sizes. Somehow Hannah knew.

Miss Jane then pulled another latex outfit out and beckoned me to the fitting room again. "Put this one on now, Emily," she ordered. It was a catsuit intended to cover me from neck to toes. I was struggling to put it on -- it was clinging too tightly to my skin. Feeling quite embarrassed, sitting naked on a chair, struggling to get my foot into the suit with Miss Jane smiling as her eyes stared at my displayed nudity, I almost felt like weeping with frustration.

Hannah rushed in and put a lubricant on my body, stating, "Most catsuits need this when being put on, since they tend to grip the skin." It went on much easier after that. As I got into it, I noticed there were pouches for my breasts, so I had to push and tuck them into their cups. Also there were zippers closing the latex that covered my breasts and crotch. I wasn't sure if anyone was going to try opening those zippers, but in any case, I was glad that I fully shave my pubic hair regularly, because getting it caught in a zipper would not be fun.

Miss Jane looked at me and said, "Something is missing. That outfit needs something. Wait here." She went out and came back with leather cuffs for my hands and ankles. Then she added a wide leather collar. All of them locked with small pad locks. She finished it by placing a party mask oh me, and we headed for the main street again. Word had gotten out, so the crowd was bigger now and growing.

I didn't know who the crowd was for -- her or me -- but it was great fun after my initial butterflies of trepidation. And it was great advertising for the store, especially since some of the crowd followed us back to it as we returned. I couldn't imagine what the bill was for the garments and the accessories, but Miss Jane signed the charge slip with barely a glance and we helped her load her car. After that, Hannah showed me how to carefully and completely clean the items I'd worn, and she discounted their prices and placed them in a special area of the store.

Hannah was very happy and the traffic in the store picked up dramatically during the following weeks. Sales went through the roof and Hannah had to place special orders to keep up with the demand. About a month later, Hannah got a call from Miss Jane. "Would you and your lovely assistant like to come to a party at my home?" She named the date and time. She went on to suggest, "If you do come, perhaps your assistant can be dressed in that catsuit she modeled for me. This would make the party more fun, and help you advertise your store."

Hannah muted the phone a moment, and told me what was being offered. I immediately told her I'd love to go. Hannah undid the mute and said, "Of course, we'd both be delighted. I just had to see if my assistant was free that evening."

"Wonderful. I'll send a car to pick you both up there at the store when you close, since you don't know exactly where I live."

Hannah thanked her again, and they hung up. Hannah told me, "It's bound to be a big and exciting affair! Now, remember your confidential agreement -- don't say a word about anything or anybody."

The day arrived and Hannah helped me get dressed. In addition to the catsuit, she also let me wear the high heel ankle strap shoes and made sure I looked like a million bucks. She sprayed the suit with something that made it shine and look even better.

We were picked up as promised and the driver commented that I looked really spectacular. The trip took almost an hour in light traffic, so we were heading way out of town. As we pulled up to the party location, Hannah and I looked at each other with dilated pupils -- the place was huge.

The driver got out, opened our door and helped both of us out. Still awed, we walked to the front door. Miss Jane met us there and greeted us both with a kiss. I was amazed at the house, since to me, it felt like I was walking into a Hollywood movie set.

Miss Jane gave us a brief tour, and opulence seemed to be the rule of the interior design. Then she asked me, "Emily, can you give me some assistance getting things ready for the party?" Of course I agreed. As I filled glasses, Miss Jane looked at me and said, "There's something missing, Emily. Something that would make your outfit even better. Come along."

She took my hand and walked me upstairs to her bedroom and sat me at her dressing table. Studying me critically for a minute, a big smile appeared on her face and she rushed off. She came back holding a latex object. "This should fit, I think." She started to pull a latex hood over my head, tucking in my hair as she went. The hood, the same color as my suit, had openings for my eyes, nose and mouth. She unzipped the neck on my catsuit down just a bit and closed the zip on the hood. The hood became skin tight and covered my throat completely. Then she pulled the zip of the catsuit closed giving the impression that the garment was all one piece.

I stared at my reflection, and the person in the mirror was not me but some mysterious sexy vixen. Miss Jane stood behind me and put her hands on her hips, thinking. She smiled and dashed off again. When she returned this time, she placed a wide leather collar around my neck and secured it in back with two small locks. It was high and made me look elegant but I couldn't turn my neck much. She used wipes to remove the lipstick I was wearing and replaced it with the brightest red lipstick I'd ever seen. Then she put lip gloss over that, which made my lips look wet and shiny and ever so sexy.

"There! Now you're perfect!" Miss Jane exclaimed. With my head movements somewhat restricted, she helped me down the long stairs, where we found that Hannah was waiting.

"I thought you both got lost," Hannah stated. She stopped and stared at me. "Oh my god. Emily! You look incredible. You'll be the hit of the party!"

Miss Jane headed to the kitchen to check on her staff and I followed her to help some more. I started to fill glasses with champagne, but suddenly I realized Miss Jane was staring at me while I was working. I looked up and she smiled, telling me, "You really do look out of this world!"

Blushing I went back to my assignment.

The doorbell rang and Miss Jane said. "Why don't you answer the door, Emily?"

I scurried as fast as my heels and restricted head movements would allow and opened the door. The guests actually gasped when they saw me. They themselves were dressed in fetish attire, and I thought they looked wonderful, but many of the women commented about my outfit, telling me they just loved it.

As the guests mingled and chatted, I'd gone back to the kitchen to help as best I could. I was just about to bring around some drinks when Miss Jane stopped me, saying, "I have an idea that will cause people to talk about this party for a long time."

She started by coming closer to me and carefully opening the zippers over my breasts and my crotch all the way. She reached into a nearby drawer and pulled out two small bells and some string. She made sure my breasts were fully thrust forward out of the catsuit openings, and her hands on my tits made my nipples engorge fully. She attached the little bells to my nipples with pieces of string cinching at the base of each hard nipple. Perusing her work, she murmured, "With that hood on, no one can recognize you. So go out, mingle, and be sexy. Enjoy the evening."

Hearing that, the thought occurred to me that this could be my entry point into this fetish community. That idea thrilled me, because I was tired of my currently mundane life and wanted excitement.

Steeling my nerves, I took a deep breath and walked out into the crowd. I must admit I gave my stroll a bit of extra hip sway and shoulder movements to add to the effect. And the bells tinkled as I walked, causing people to turn their heads to locate the sound.

I didn't recognize most of the people, but there were one or two groups of them that made me curious. I used the opportunity of serving some of the drinks to move closer for a better look. My eyes widened in recognition, because there was a couple there that most people would know in an instant! He is such a hunk that he makes my heart go pitter-patter and she is astonishingly beautiful. I'd never have guessed they were in the lifestyle, but I'd let him hold my leash any day. And if she beckoned me to her bed, I'd come running.

People were now noticing my outfit and the bells announced my presence. I learned that I loved being watched and the attention I was getting. It excited me and my nipples grew harder.

I scurried back and forth to the kitchen for drinks and snacks. I had just set my tray on a side table when I turned around and found a certain well known person standing a foot away holding a drink. By his shrewd calculation, the cold glass he was holding was just at my nipple height. So when I'd turned, he'd pressed the glass against my breast. I yelped from the sudden shock of cold and blushed.

"Are you having fun tonight?" he asked me with a voice that made me feel I was being wrapped in velvet.

"Yes Sir, there are so many beautiful people and the clothes they're wearing look amazing," I managed to choke out.

"Has Jane showed you the play room?" he asked.

"No Sir. Miss Jane never mentioned it."

"Then let me show you," he commanded. He took my hand and I couldn't believe I was with him and that he was even paying attention to me. He led me down a hallway and then down some stairs to find what could only be called a dungeon. In it there were several things I'd only seen on the internet. I walked around, touching and looking at all of the intriguing toys.

Surrendering to a naughty impulse, I stopped at a set of stocks and looked back at him. I dipped my head in a sort of interrogatory motion. Without hesitation, he came over and lifted it's top bar, opening it. I placed my head and hands in the holes as he gently lowered the top. The two pieces grew snug, clicked together and I was caught, bent over. Suddenly, I gasped as I felt him grab my ankle and tie rope around it, pulling it to the side. In seconds, he did the same to my other ankle. My legs were spread wide to a point where I couldn't move in the high heels I was wearing.

He didn't waste any time, maybe because his wife was in the area. I felt the tip of what had to be his cock run along my pussy lips, plowing them apart. That sensation made me grow weak, making me moan. He must've taken that moan and my lack of protest as a signal of acquiescence, so he pushed only the head of his cock into me, holding it there. He was teasing me and it was really getting me excited, making me lubricate like mad. I couldn't believe it! "This wonderful hunk of a man is going to use me like a sex toy! It's like one of my fantasies, coming to life!" I thought to myself. Grabbing my hips, he slowly push deep into me. That feeling as his cock filled me was amazing and something I'll remember for future masturbating.

I'd always thought that I'd love the idea of being made helpless and used just for sex. And now I knew that I was right! I spiraled up in arousal, lost in the moment and treasuring all the sensations. Suddenly, I climaxed! That caught me by surprise! I never cum that fast. I don't know if it was being restrained in the pillory, or the sexy, skin-tight outfit I was wearing, or being in a place where we might be discovered at any moment by the party guests, or the idea that this gorgeous hunk of man want me sexually! Maybe it was the heady combination of all those things, but my pussy went into convulsions as my body shook, deeply penetrated by his cock.

How long he used me... I have no idea. But it was for a good, long while -- long enough for me to experience another orgasm on that lovely pumping, drilling cock of his. Finally he also came, his warm semen deposited inside me. My legs trembled and my body shook, even after he pulled his cock out. He left me there in the stocks after placing a hundred dollar bill in my hand as a sort of obscene tip! Of course, I would have done this all for free.

I have to assume he told Miss Jane where I was, because after a short delay, she entered. Laughing, she said, "Somehow I sensed you're a natural submissive, Emily." I felt her hand on my butt as she examined me, and I blushed as I felt another glob of semen emerging from my pussy and oozing down warmly to bathe my clit. My blush probably turned scarlet as I heard Miss Jane giggling as she watched. Ultimately, she released me and helped me clean up, her finger actually entering me to draw out more of his semen so she could wipe it away with a towel. I returned to the party and, not having pockets, laid the bill on my tray. Now as I walked around delivering drinks and snacks other people started to give me tips as well.