My First Real Job

Time has flown by since I joined the store and in my opinion things have continually improved. The internet store has taken off, our party support operation has done very well, and our name and word of our offerings has spread over the East Coast.

Of course, the best most lavish parties were given by Miss Jane. But I felt we couldn't keep imposing on her hospitality, nor did we want to be limited to only having parties when she was available. An idea which had seemed vague at first finally blossomed in my mind, so I started checking its feasibility in earnest. After some detective work along the lines of real estate, I was ready to make my suggestion to Hannah.

After explaining my misgivings about imposing so much on Miss Jane, I said, "Hannah, what do you think of the idea about us owning a separate space to offer parties and support them? I found a place located in an industrial park that may work for us. It has plenty of parking space, plus a fence completely around it which would offer improved security."

Hannah looked thoughtful about the idea for a bit. Then she responded, "That's an interesting proposal, Emily. It would be kind of a big step, but I must admit that not only do the parties bring us increased visibility and boost our sales, but the parties themselves bring in a noticeable extra income. So when can we tour the place and discuss its possibilities as we actually see it?"

Within a day or two, we made arrangements with a Realtor for a chance to inspect the building. Leaving one of our staff to watch the store, Hannah and I accompanied the Realtor on a visit to the building. Our first impression was favorable, since it was away from the other buildings in the area, and with its perimeter fence, access could be controlled easily. "This building appears to be in good shape and relatively clean," Hannah stated during our walk through. It just needs a small area for demonstrations and music."

We confirmed that the bathrooms were big, clean and in good shape. "This place has been on the market for some time, so they're now offering it for a really good price," I told her. "And there are two small offices along the back wall. It feels like it's just the right size for our needs, do you agree?" I asked Hannah. She nodded happily, and it looked like she was visualizing hosting parties here and enjoying it. We closed the deal.

It took about a month of work to clear up the small details. We put on new coats of paint where needed. And we hired a contractor to construct a sturdy raised platform midway down one of the long sides of the room. We openly spoke about the platform having a DJ booth for the party music. Privately, we discussed how much fun it would be to place a device up on the platform. There, I or one of our other willing cute young submissive women could be a 'party favor' on display and perhaps even used, while the audience watched and commented. We'd also have a well stocked bar, and a snack table, along with the requisite permits to serve food and drink.

We'd mostly be using the parties to make people aware of the kinky leather, latex, and rubber clothing that our store stocked, plus some minor kinky toys that could enhance their love play with their significant other. We wanted affluent, high end customers, who'd be more likely to have the disposable income to make major purchases. Hannah had the idea of having a onetime membership fee to join, just high enough to keep out the 'riffraff' but low enough to be attractive to people like Miss Jane and her friends. In fact, Miss Jane bought the first membership, and word started to spread. Of course, they knew the membership just gave them entry into the premises. Attending parties also would cost a nominal fee, as would any drinks or food they purchased, more income for the store and our growing staff.

For the display devices, Hannah and I agreed that having bondage crosses and pillories would be excellent devices to have on hand. Since well made versions tended to be heavy, I spoke with the building contractor about installing a heavy duty hoist from one of the metal ceiling beams over the platform. He undoubtedly thought it would be used to lift the various pieces of DJ equipment. I didn't bother to dissuade him of that notion.

Hannah and I worked well together, so I managed to talk her into doing a 30 second TV commercial. A nearby college had classes in TV production, and students had to work on various projects. I checked, and one of the students -- a very cute, curvaceous young woman named Mallory -- agreed to do it for her project. Not only did Mallory get an 'A' on that project, the commercial attracted a lot of attention and inquiries. It featured lingerie but managed to hint at more. It was more tease than show, with the skimpy outfits being modeled by our lovely 'party assistant' submissive women, myself included. It was suggestive enough that it could only be run in certain time slots, but that was fine with us. Oh, and by the way, Mallory was impressed enough that she also joined our 'party assistant' crew!

A week or two later Hannah got a call from Miss Jane! She'd seen our commercial and, thrilled that we were now ready, wanted to be the first to book a party reservation. We explained to her about our new location which featured new security. It would be about a one hour drive for her but she was fine with that, booking a party that would be held in two weeks and stating how many guests she'd bring. Hannah and I were very happy to have Miss Jane bring her friends and help us launch the new locale. We knew that we could trust her to give us an honest critique, which would help us improve. Also once the word got out that Miss Jane was going to give one of her famous parties there, more and more reservation bookings started to come in.

Final preparations were made and the room updates were completed well in advance of the party. Hannah didn't have to tell me that this would be another high end party gathering and that everything had to be perfect. Luckily we had the experience of attending Miss Jane's parties, and we had a very good idea what she would expect. On the day of the party, I arrived early to set the temperature so everyone would be comfortable, checked that the bar and snack table were ready and checked the music and lights. We were fortunate enough that the DJ and the bartender really wanted this gig, knowing that it could lead to many more gigs, so they'd work at minimum scale, plus tips.

Everything was looking OK so I waited for Hannah at the front door, expecting to handle the early check-ins for memberships. But Hannah came in carrying packages and told me there was a slight change of plans. She'd just received a package each from two new vendors and wanted me to model the items for this party. She was very excited, saying, "Emily, you're going to look so fantastic in these new items! Mallory, please take over the door check-ins until I get back. Here is the list of names of guests to expect. Just make a mark by each name as they arrive, dear." The security guy handling the perimeter gate had a copy of that list as well.

Our other party employees arrived just as some of the very early guests started to show up. Hannah and I went to the back area where the offices were situated and went into the one we were still using for storage. Boxes were piled along the walls and on the desk in there, leaving the other office free to be used as a true office. With the door closed, I could hear the music playing now in the main room. This indicated that people were arriving and they were relaxing into the party spirit, talking and laughing.

Hannah opened the package and started pulling out these new products that we'd be carrying in the store. I was surprised at the first one. It was some dark shiny material which had a bunch of straps and shiny buckles. Hannah held it up and displayed it to me. It was a latex straitjacket, smelled slightly sweet like a high quality garment, and its buckles sparkled in the light.

"Are you sure about this Hannah?" I asked, intrigued but a little anxious.

"Emily, you know you're the hit of these parties as you model new items from the shop. You'll do fine. Just try it on," she encouraged me. My ego properly stroked, I started to remove my clothes, taking everything off except my heels and black stay up stockings, which I judged would look great with the garment.

Submissively, I held my arms out in front of me, and she slid the long arms of the jacket onto me. Stepping behind me, she secured its neck buckle followed by several more across my back. The jacket became snug against my body and as it did so, to my surprise it had two large holes in the front of its torso. Holes for my breasts! I'm not shy around Hannah, and that's a good thing, because with my arms confined in the long sleeves, I couldn't adjust my breasts at all. Hannah saw to that, scooping and easing my tits out through the holes until they hung obscenely free, out in front of the jacket.

Then she passed the sleeves through loops on the side of the jacket and buckled then tight behind my back. And I mean she really pulled them tight! I was hugging myself hard! The next restraint was a strap connected to the front of the jacket which was passed horizontally over my crossed arms and then pulled tight.

Next Hannah took two straps from the front waist area and passed them between my thighs. At the rear they were pulled tight and secured. Hannah had made certain that my pussy lips were flared apart when the straps grabbed them. This correctly gave me the feeling that my pussy was completely, lewdly on display. As a final touch, she attached a nipple clamp, passed the chain behind my neck and clamped my other nipple. If I lifted my head too much, my nipples were pulled upwards.

Starting to feel quite horny from this confinement, I asked, "Hannah, you said there were two new products. So what's the other new item?" From a box she pulled a metal collar out, smiling, and showed it to me. It was made of thick metal and looked a bit heavy. "We've got other collars in stock," I protested. "What makes this one so special?"

"This one is very different," she told me. "Look... it has no key hole at all! Watch carefully. It has a different locking mechanism, which is controlled by a magnet." She lifted up a small piece of plastic which must've contained the magnet. When she brought it near the front of the collar, there was a small click, and a small rear part of the central area popped up a little, and the collar opened on a hinge! Removing the magnet, she brought the two hinged pieces together, and pressed down on that small rear popped up area and with a click the collar locked again!

So there was no opening for a key at all -- the collar just had a ring in front. When she placed it on me and locked it, it felt heavy and fit me snugly. I imagined that I felt its power, and hoped she wouldn't lose that magnet. Hannah connected a bell to the collar just for fun and to call attention to the new products. She applied bright red lipstick on my lips, and strapped a ball bag between them to finish the effect.

Hannah stayed in the office to straighten up and collect my clothes. As I walked out there was a nice crowd and it was still early. It looked like it would be a success tonight, especially for the first party. And I mingled among the crowd and got many a favorable comment about what I was wearing. We'd put the bondage cross up on the raised platform tonight. It made a lovely focal point, especially with one of our 'party assistants' bound to it. She was wearing something diaphanous and skimpy, and being admired by many sets of eyes, if I was any judge of facial expressions. We had other assistants, wearing various sexy shop clothes as they served the food and drinks.

There was another bondage cross and a couple of pillories scattered around the room. They were currently unoccupied, but they were there for the guests' use. There were also dry erase white boards by each device. The guests knew that to use a bondage device, they had to contribute a fee to charity. As they used the person, of course anyone else could watch. The white boards were there so they could also indicate if bystanders were allowed to touch, or were even allowed to use the restrained person, and in what manner. Therefore, a person could use their spouse, or a girlfriend or boyfriend, or even an assistant, if she was willing. The shop-clad assistants could help secure the restraints, and would collect the fees.

It was about 30 minutes later when a group came in and there was one guy dressed in leather wearing a mask, with his woman dressed similarly. All this group looked really attractive and I got the impression of money. After all, Miss Jane was also in the group. She gave me a big smile when she saw my outfit. "Hello, Emily! That's a wonderful way to be greeted, I must say. Smells like well made latex. Let me see all of it, and tell me how it feels," she commanded as she removed my ball gag so I could answer.

I smiled right back, saying, "Of course, Miss Jane." I did a slow turn, letting her see it from all sides. "I feel wonderfully constrained and very helpless, and the latex feels fantastically comforting against my skin," I informed her, and the people nearby.

"Is there anything unusual about that collar, Emily? I don't see a padlock or anything," she stated, her voice expressing true curiosity.

"It's a very new type of collar, Miss Jane," I stated. "It doesn't use a key at all. It locks and unlocks magnetically."

"Really? I've heard of those recently, but I've never seen one before," Miss Jane mentioned, stepping closer to me. Nonchalantly, as it was something she did every day, she reached out and grasped my exposed right tit. Using it as a handle, she turned me this way and that, examining the collar from all sides. "Fascinating," she commented. "I'll be sure to order a few from Hannah," she promised. She turned me to face her, chuckling, "But what makes this straitjacket so perfect is the way it makes your tits so available, Emily." She removed the nipple clamps, and I had to stop myself from yelping in pain. But her wonderful hands caressed my breasts, making the pain vanish. Of course, when my nipples engorged proudly again, she smiled and reattached the clamps.

"Thank you, Miss Jane," I told her honestly. I loved feeling her hands on me, and having the attention of this elegant woman. She patted my butt and gestured that I could continue circulating around the room.

As the night progressed, I explained to various small groups of people about the latex straitjacket, and the magnetic collar. Of course, many wanted to feel the material of the outfit, and also fondle my breasts and butt. I observed that Hannah was handing out business cards to the shop and mentioning a discount on future purchases if they joined the store registry. It looked liked she was handing out quite a few business cards, which made me happy.

Resting a bit, I was standing to one side when I got the feeling I was being watched. When I turned around, he was standing a foot away and towered over me. I looked at his face, covered with that leather mask except for his mouth and saw him smile. Quickly connecting a leash to the magnetic collar I was wearing, he pulled me along towards the offices in back. Opening the door to our storage office, he pulled me in and closed the door.

Once we were inside, he spoke, "How lovely you look, Emily." Next he led me to the desk. I was surprised to see the top of the desk completely cleared, even though near the start of the party it had been loaded with boxes. As I stood there, a little stunned, he walked around to the side where the drawers where and pulled the leash till my chest was flat on the desk. At that point he secured it, probably looping it around and tying it to the drawer handles. With the straitjacket on, I couldn't do a thing to free myself, and I ended up trapped, bent over the edge of the desk.

I realized something. "Hannah is the only person that could either have moved the boxes or told one of the staff to do it! She obviously set me up for this! And she also must've told this guy about the storage office! What a delightful gift!" I thought. Then, as he moved behind me, I heard the characteristic sound of duct tape being torn from its roll, and felt my ankles being taped to the legs of the desk. I was not only bent over the desk edge and helpless -- I was now very exposed and vulnerable because of the straitjacket straps holding my pussy lips wide open! Mortified, I blushed furiously.

The guy now stood where I could see him as he removed his mask. "Oh my god!" I thought. "He's the guy that put me in the pillory at that first party of Miss Jane's that I attended. While his wife is truly a beauty, he's so handsome that when he gives me a devilish grin, my heart always skips a beat! And he pulled me into this private room and immobilized me! Maybe he's going to use me again! At least I hope so!"

As I was thinking that, he moved behind me, commenting, "Wow, this was way too easy, you silly fuck toy!" I heard the sound of his zipper followed by that of his pants falling to the floor. His penis ran along my pussy lips in a teasing manner, causing me to moan with pleasure and need. Next, his penis slowly moved deep inside me, making me go wild at his presence as he stretched and filled me. He paused as he was deep inside me and it felt wonderful! He grabbed the heavy strap that encircled my body pinning my arms and started pounding hard into me. I was going crazy with lust being used by such a large, hard penis claiming my pussy. His thrusts in me were shocking since it felt like he was trying to get me pregnant!

"I've been thinking about you since that other party," he said between grunts. "You drive me crazy by the way you dress at these things. And you're such an orgasmic bitch! I love it when you cum on my cock!" Hearing that, I did cum so hard that I may have squirted him. I heard his cry of pleasure as my pussy walls rippled and clenched his dick.

He used me for quite a while and then exploded inside me! I could feel my pussy go slick with his sperm as he pressed his body along my back while he panted to regain his breath. He slowly pulled out, and my pussy emitted a wet-sounding cum fart to release the air trapped by his furious humping. I wanted to touch myself but I couldn't move in that straitjacket. Dammit, but I really wanted so badly to finger myself at that moment! After a short while, there was a knock at the door and his wife came in. My gaping pussy hole was still burping up globs of his semen, which fell in almost slow motion to the floor next to the desk. I thought there was going to be a big argument but she came up to the desk, grabbed my butt cheek to spread me even more open. Her face came into view and she smiled and said, "I see that he did a good job, didn't he, you little fuck toy cum dump."

Her body language was relaxed, and her voice was reassuringly pleasant, so with my own voice still a little shaky from my post-orgasmic aftershocks, I replied, "Yes, Miss. He fucks magnificently! I hope you too get such mind-blowing orgasms." She smiled and nodded in reply. Obviously he took care of her needs so well that she had no reason to feel jealous.

I relaxed on the desk top as she moved out of sight. Moments later I felt something touching me and realized that his wife was using a marker on me, working on the area around my pussy. Of course, that meant that she had to grab my pussy lips with her fingers, but she showed no hesitation in doing that. Her hands felt so good on my private area that I wished she'd take the initiative and finger me. "Maybe if I whisper a suggestion to Hannah and Miss Jane, they might encourage the wife to use me before her husband fucks me. It's worth trying to let her know how open I am to that idea," I thought.