Special Waitress

Employed as a waitress at a local family restaurant near New York City, I found the pay to be fair and that the people -- staff and customers -- were nice. But one day a coworker showed me an advertisement for employment for a new restaurant opening. It stated, "Now taking applications for all positions. Women owned and operated. Come and work at an upper scale location for great pay and other benefits." It also had the contact information.

Intrigued, I dressed up in one of my nicer outfits and went to have a look at the location. The place was just at the outskirts of the city, but that actually made it fairly accessible from my apartment. It was still under construction but I could already see it was going to be a really nice place.

I called in, expressing my interest. The nice woman that answered the phone asked me a few preliminary questions about my previous experience. Satisfied, she invited me for an actual interview. "I need to tell you ahead of time that the interview will be recorded on video. That video will be passed along for a review by the top management." I told her that I had no problem with that, and that I looked forward to the interview.

When I met with a woman from personnel for my interview, she greeted me warmly as she shook my hand and invited me to sit. During the interview, she explained, "We plan to cater to a very exclusive group of high class customers. Therefore we'll conduct a rigorous background check on all our employees, and also will require them to sign a confidentiality agreement to enforce absolute secrecy about the customers and their behavior. In addition, all employees will be required to wear a special costume while on duty."

I smiled at her, saying "I have no problem with any of that. It actually makes me feel better that the work environment sounds so protective and confidential. I'm sure that your clientele will be a better class of people because of your precautions." I answered more of her questions, maintaining good eye contact and a very respectful manner. I also smiled a lot, indicating how I loved this line of work.

Several days later I received a call. The woman that had interviewed me said, "We'd like you to come in for a second interview." We arranged a date and time. After I hung up, my heart accelerated from the good news as I whispered, "That sounds good. I must've passed the original screening and now I think I have a real chance at the job."

That second interview took place in the office of the manager herself. I'd dressed to display my professional manner as best I could. The manager was just a bit older than me and for her to be so important at that young age impressed me greatly. She told me, "You gave a great interview. Its recording was sent to the owner, and she selected you out of three finalists." I imagine that I beamed a smile at hearing that. She went on to ask, "Do you know that there is a special costume to be worn when on duty?"

"Yes, Ma'am. That was explained to me at the interview."

"Then it's time you had a look at the costume." She handed me a photo of a latex maid's outfit, low cut in the front, with a short skirt held out by ruffled petticoats. There were several shots of the outfit, showing front, back and side views. I could see it also included a garter belt and seamed stockings. And to complete the outfit, the woman's feet were in black ankle strap high heels.

I was immediately enthusiastic! "Wow! This looks so cute and sexy! I love the look!"

"You need to understand that each of the waitresses will receive two copies of the outfit. And these are quite costly, because each is hand made to order. So you agree to wear this outfit when you work for us?"

"Oh yes! I absolutely agree! I can't wait to wear such a beautiful outfit!"

The manager lifted the phone, pressed a button, and said, "Yes. Send them in."

Two oriental women came into the manager's office, and they started to measure me from head to toe. And I do mean everything, including my wrists and ankles. When they were satisfied that they had all my data captured in their notebook, one of them told me, "It will take two weeks for your costume to be ready. We will call you to come in for a final fitting."

The oriental women left the room. The manager stood, reached across her desk to shake my hand, and said, "You're hired. You can go home now, and we'll be in touch once your costume is ready."

I went home elated that day and started to look online for pictures of French maids' outfits, daydreaming. About two weeks later, one of the oriental women called, telling me, "Come for your final fitting." She gave me an address of a shop in Chinatown and a time.

I had never worn latex before, except as gloves, and I was pleased to know I wasn't allergic to it. When I got to the unfamiliar shop for my final fitting, I learned that it was a fetish shop! As I looked around, I wished I'd known about this place before, because it was amazing. The same two ladies where there and after greeting me, took me into a back section of the store which was like a very large dressing room. In a nonchalant manner, they undressed me completely.

Before I knew it, I was naked and they put the garter belt on me, and carefully encased my legs in seamed stockings that fit me like a second skin. This was followed by the ruffled petticoat. When that was in place, I asked, "What about the panties?"

Both women just laughed in the oriental way of politely covering their mouths and didn't bother replying. I took that to mean that the outfit lacked panties, and blushed pink. They continued by working me into the skin tight dress. As I looked at my chest, I asked, "Where is the bra?"

Again they covered their mouths, giggling and just adjusted the dress on me. They looked closely at me in a critical fashion and chatted together in a language I didn't understand.

They carefully took the dress off of me, and left the room with it, leaving me standing there half naked. They were gone 20 minutes or so and returned with the dress. They put it back onto me and I realized the breast area was tighter and I could see my nipples prodding now against the latex. That made me blush an even deeper shade of pink, bordering on red.

The two women both smiled and pointed as they chatted back and forth. While they did that, I had a good look at myself in a mirror. I was very impressed, because I really looked great like this. They were satisfied and carefully peeled the outfit off my body.

They told me I could dress again, after which I headed home. As I left, I wished I'd had a camera to capture what I looked like in my outfit, but I knew I should have plenty of opportunities down the road. The manager was very prompt in giving me a call every week informing me of the progress being made on the establishment. Finally, I was told that all was ready, and that my outfits had been delivered to the restaurant. So it was time to come in for a rehearsal in full costume, and to come early.

As I entered, I was directed to a locker room, and saw that there were several girls already half dressed in the same outfit. All the women were impressively stunning and I was proud that I'd made the grade.

After a bit of time, the manager stuck her head in and told us to come out so we could start the training session. We filed out, and our skirts swished as we walked. Training lasted several days. I really enjoyed seeing all those pretty women running around in sexy costumes, explaining the specials, taking 'customer' orders, delivering them to the kitchen, and practicing serving the tables.

We opened our doors to a steady stream of business, and the tips were really good. The manager watched us in case we needed help, always available if we had a quiet question. After some time, the manager called me into her office. I feared that I might be in some kind of trouble. But instead, she stated, "We just completed the construction and decoration of our special client area. It's spacious, with seven separate rooms, and will have very limited access. We'll only have our two best waitresses to work the area, and I'd like to know if you'd like to be one of them."

I was flattered that she'd chosen me, so I stated, "I'd be thrilled to work there, and I'll do my best to make the customers feel like they're being treated like royalty."

"Excellent," she remarked. "I'm sure I'm making a good choice in selecting you." She shuffled some papers. "The area will be called 'The Cove' and we'll have a separate entrance for it. Since only the best of our customers will have access, I expect you'll receive even better tips. You'll also receive a pay raise. We'll have a slightly more rigorous confidentiality agreement drawn up for this new work area since we want to ensure that you're aware to limit access to only authorized personnel. Oh, and there will be some extra costume requirements because of the change in ambience."

I loved my current costume, and told her so, hoping that the change wouldn't be a radical one.

"Oh, not at all!" she assured me. You will wear exactly what you are wearing now. In fact, we'll order a third copy of your outfit, so you can rotate it more often. In addition, you'll wear a lovely, but discrete collar, that sends out a signal that automatically grants you access to The Cove area. Do you remember that when those women measured you for your costume, they also took measurements of your wrists and ankles?"

"Yes, I remember them doing that, although it seemed a little strange since my costume has nothing to do with those areas."

"We were planning for the future," the manager explained. "As part of the play atmosphere there in The Cove, you waitresses will wear chained shackles on your wrists and ankles. They won't impede your ability to walk and to serve the food as you've always done, but they're important to fit into the theme. Let me show you The Cove area."

When I saw the rooms I was surprised that they were bigger than I'd thought, and were definitely furnished in a more opulent manner. What astonished me was that the rooms even had some bondage equipment in them! Now the idea of wearing shackles when I was on duty made very good sense to me. I told the manager, "This place is lovely, and the atmosphere is intriguing! I'd love to come here on a date sometime, and I'm sure the customers will enjoy themselves here."

The manager smiled at my open-minded acceptance, and when we returned to her office, she gave me a package that contained the collar, shackles, and keys. "Wear these at home for a while, and get used to moving in them. We'll be taking reservations for The Cove very soon."

Ultimately, the new area was declared open and the reservations for it started to come in. I was very surprised at some of the faces I'd see in there over time. I tried to be the best, most submissive servant that I could, enjoying being part of the scene.

One day, the manager said to me, "There is a very special guest coming for dinner and I want you to work the VIP room there in The Cove." Of course, I was flattered that she placed her trust in me. The day arrived and I checked the room ahead of time to make certain that everything was perfect. This VIP room was even bigger than the others and had several toys in it.

I reported to the manager, as instructed, and told her that everything was checked and double checked. I already was wearing my collar, and the shackles on my wrists and ankles, and moved easily in them, listening to the now familiar jingling of their chains. The manager added one final touch to my costume by attaching a bell to my collar that announced when I was coming and where I was. I couldn't contain my excitement, finding the whole thing very exciting and fun.

Since this was a very special person, the manager herself greeted him and his guests and escorted them to the VIP room. She then brought me into the room and introduced me. I wish I could reveal his name, but because of the confidentiality agreement I'm not allowed. But I can state that he had two women with him and they were both stunning, with slim bodies and long, gorgeous legs.

I took their drink orders and returned. When I came back into the room, one woman was locked into the kneeling stocks, with her head down and her naked butt in the air. Her hands and ankles were secured by the stocks and she was making excited garbled noises of pleasure because the other woman was eagerly licking her pussy. They didn't pause, look up, or even acknowledge my presence as I entered. The man just sat there and watched the women, smiling. I could tell the woman in the stocks was about to cum into the other woman's mouth. The room smelled so much like sex that I couldn't help but grin as I left.

When I came back in after a discrete amount of time to take their food order, both women were now topless, sitting at the table. They didn't seem to mind that I was aware that they were showing off their very attractive figures. And I certainly didn't mind appreciating the display.

The meal and drinks went very well and eventually the trio called it a night. The man got the women a cab, escorting them to it. After a while, he came back into the room. I was almost done clearing the table when I noticed him re-enter the VIP room. Even though he was smiling, I asked, "Hello, Sir... did you have a nice evening? Is anything wrong?"

He replied, "Nothing is wrong. Everything went very well and I was very pleased at your service, attentiveness, and discretion. I saw the manager and told her how well you'd taken care of us. I also told her that any time that I dine here, I'd like you to be our waitress."

I couldn't help but feel flattered that he'd praised me to the manager like that. He was standing very close to me, and I was hesitating, gazing up to his handsome face and his sparkling, mischievous eyes. The scent of his cologne also excited me. There was a silent message being sent and I couldn't miss it. This was confirmed when he walked to the kneeling stock that one of his dining companions had been in earlier, and knelt down at one end of it. He lifted its top and smiled at me. He held out his hand and it was like I was suddenly in a trance. I walked over, knelt down and submissively placed my ankles near the outer two half cut outs. He chuckled and grasped my ankles and placed them carefully in the outer half circles, adjusting the ankle chains out of the way.

When he touched my ankles it was like an electric shock of arousal went through me! He helped me bend down and placed my hands in the two center half cut outs between my legs, again moving their chains away from the stocks. When I was in position, he lowered the top bar, trapping my ankles and hands and locking me in. My head was down and my exposed ass was up. I was acutely aware of my lack of panties, and what a view I must be providing. My arms were caught between my legs, though and I was helpless to do anything about it. With my short skirt and no panties I felt very exposed but also extremely turned on.

After he locked the top down, he moved behind me. I felt his warm hands as he started to run them over my thighs and ass. These sensations greatly increased my lust and I started to moan. I couldn't see him, so I was guided only by sounds. My breasts pressed against the latex, making me groan with pent-up need. My groan served as a signal of my submissive acceptance of what he was doing, and planning to do.

I distinctly heard a zipper opening, and moments later felt the tip of his cock press against my pussy lips. When he rubbed it up and down along my slit, I got so excited that I tried to move my hips back to swallow that cock. But he backed up enough to prevent that, and just continued teasing me. Then his tongue took the place of his cock. His fingers pulled my pussy lips open, allowing his marvelous tongue to lick my inner area until I was almost cumming. Skillfully, he read my reactions like a book and stopped just before I could climax, making me softly howl with frustration.

As I again felt the touch of his cock at the entrance to my love tunnel, I began moving my hips a little side to side, hoping he'd take me and use me until I came on his cock. Obligingly now, he pressed into me and I gasped as I felt his penetration. He was big and plunged deep inside me until his cock nudged my cervix. That's when I came the first time! I clenched my inner muscles, trying to hold him inside, but he started to move, pumping in and out of me. Generating waves of pleasure that washed over and through me! I was writhing, helplessly vulnerable in those stocks!

He plunged into me slowly and all I could do was mutter and moan in response every time he pushed his way inside, stretching my pussy as a tight sheath for his cock. My nipples pressed and bent against the platform the stocks were mounted on. The latex didn't cushion my nipples very much, and the friction made them fully engorge. This caused them to poke out against the latex until it looked like that latex was encasing rubber pencil erasers.

I was in my own world, drifting and enjoying his using me when he suddenly pulled out, leaving me feeling empty. Standing up, he went to the table where he found some pre-cut pats of butter and brought several back. He knelt down and smeared his cock with the now warm and softened butter, and then worked more butter into my ass. His hands felt wonderful and mesmerizing. His actions were performed so smoothly and efficiently, that as he entered my ass slowly with his slippery, stiff cock, I squealed at this unexpected event. I'd never done anal sex and found this violation to be extremely humiliating. Strangely enough, that humiliation flipped some internal switch of which I was unaware, and it intensified my sexual enjoyment! I can't explain why, but the embarrassment of having a cock inside my ass caused me to shiver uncontrollably as I felt the spasms of the onset of an orgasm!

He wasn't done using me, though. Grasping my hips, he pumped in and out of my backside. Each time his pelvis nudged my butt cheeks, his heavy balls hit my pussy. Each time those balls struck my pussy, I moaned with delight. Struggling in the restraints of the stocks just heightened my pleasure. I was associating the pummeling of my pussy with the scent of his manly cologne. It was such a strong association that I feared that my pussy might start drooling any time in the future that I got a whiff of that scent!

But a new, even more powerful sensation seized my attention soon thereafter. It was the sensation of his cock spewing spurt after spurt of his hot semen into my rectum! This was the first time I felt a man's hot seed flooding that rear channel, but if it felt this good, I hoped it wouldn't be the last time! My pussy went into convulsions of its own, which may have helped drain that cock inside my nether passage. He made some strange sounds of pleasure at using me -- music to my ears.

Once he'd pulled out, I could tell he'd stood up to straighten out his clothing. His cum was starting to drizzle out of my butt hole, but he grabbed a napkin from my tray and pressed it against me to blot up the semen. Unlocking the stocks, he graciously helped me to stand on my wobbly legs. As I came upright, he gathered me into his arms, holding me against his chest while I caught my breath and regained my senses. Displaying his intimate knowledge about women, he didn't say a word as he waited for my orgasmic aftershocks to quiet down.

Before he released me, he even gave me a tender kiss, which made me feel very special. I was enjoying every aspect of this experience. Finally, I was able to state, "Wow, Sir! If you want me for dessert like that every time you dine here, I'd find that to be absolutely thrilling -- especially being held in bondage as you use me!"