Just Desserts_(1)

The idea of a private “underground” dinner club, boasting fine dining and ambiance made the invite an easy acceptance by Krissy. Never one to miss opportunity of a relaxing evening with friends or workmates, she looked forward to the festivities. Her dining mates would be a new crowd, with promotion came new acquaintance and she now had touched the glass ceiling at work.

The only dinner companion she was familiar with was the hard charging, confident blonde that had been helping in Krissy’s transition into the new digs at work. Always sporting high-end designer garb and perfumed scent with heels as sharp as her wit and accelerated wisdom, Donna, the mentor of Krissy, controlled whatever room she entered. Knowing she’d be under wing made Krissy at ease attending the event. She had also been informed at time of invite that the normal office dress code of professional spec need not be followed, not that Donna followed the code at work precisely anyway. Yes, her blouses always had collar and her skirts tried to reach the required length, but the sheer form and fit of the outfits accentuated every curve of Donna’s body. There was never any complaints, all the male execs yielded and smiled in her wake, then enjoyed the view as she walked away to the next task.

Krissy stared into her closet at the extensive wardrobe, but spied nothing that would compete with what she figured Donna may wear. Sure, she could sex it up, had some skirts that would make a dead man rise, plenty of tops that gathered and displayed her ample breasts, but nothing that screamed top tier escort. Beside training Krissy in the workings of the office, Donna had been giving her apprentice tips on how to work the men she would be dealing with daily. How the bat of an eye or approving smile, the well timed bend of body or reach of manicured hand, the sexy clearing of bang from touching soft cheek, or the chuckle at a no so funny joke would not just appease the men, but in ways enhanced a woman’s value before any work was ever considered. The last thing Donna had said to Krissy before leaving work still resonated in her mind, “sometimes if you are thinking like a lady, you dress with a touch of whore.”

The ringing doorbell pulled Krissy from contemplation, Donna on the other side of opened door with bags in hand renewed it. With a grin and giggle she invited herself in and implored Krissy to lead her to the bedroom, relating need of a bed’s space to drop her packages. Krissy, being slightly confused, but increasingly subservient obeyed and led her to it. Seeing the girl’s studious look, Donna pacified her with a gentle smile and light squeeze of Krissy’s hands in hers. Explaining that she didn’t want the latest addition to the team to be behind the curve, she was there to lend a helping hand. Krissy couldn’t but help to think the hand was more harboring than helping, more controlling than leading. Regardless, she followed additional order to take a seat on the bed as Donna spilled the bag’s contents out beside her.

Krissy sighted a sweeping inventory of skirts, blouses, shoes and delicates. There was nothing professional or business about the attire, on the contrary, leather and lace with spike heels leaned the other way. The sexy way! There was a smaller bag still full on the bed and Krissy dared not think what it may contain. When her look reverted Donna’s way she received her next surprise. Work skirt stripped off, her mentor displayed nothing but nylons gartered to sheer panties and her tightly trimmed mound teasingly visible. Krissy’s face blushed and her loins felt a slight flush as she looked down embarrassed. Donna laughed it off and asked the girl to pass her the “red” one while pointing out the sleek, shiny skirt of her preference. Krissy complied and hurriedly passed off the request with a sheepish grin and returning glance. Her composure returned briefly with the hot red skirt snug fit to Donna’s curvaceous hips and ass, then escaped just as quickly when her friend popped her top and her tits spilled out encumbered by the daintiest of bras, more a hammock of support than a coverer of boobage. This time the blush was less and her eyes remained focused on her friend. Donna was endowed with full, round D-cup breasts, large areolas and milk bottle pink nipples. Shade of skin tone was easy to ascertain through patchwork lace stretched taught with tit. Krissy returned full blush when Donna popped the bra and fully exposed herself while proclaiming that when women libbers burnt their bras, they should have also burnt the factories that made them. The shock factor of her new friend was sometimes uncomfortable, even embarrassing, but it was also new and exciting to meet a woman that was so self-empowered, so confident and in control. Krissy had much to learn from her mentor…and about herself.

Off to dinner the two vixens went, both in mid-thigh skirts, braless and held firm by tops that looked to be painted on. Donna being sealed by button and Krissy by zipper. Krissy was in black on black tandem top to bottom, her friend wearing sleeveless white top to contrast hot red skirt. Donna had tied Krissy’s hair back to expose the girl’s long, smooth neck and sullen brown eyes. The striking cheek bones and sexy line of delicate jaw was accentuated by blush and light make-up, black eye liner and dusted mascara highlighted the sexy eyes and soft lashes. The dark haired, brown eyed beauty was strutting on spiked heels, ass jutting, tits corralled high and tight, exuding sex appeal with every enticing step. Coming or going she would catch and keep an eye’s hawk-like attention. Donna led them into what appeared to be a warehouse through a heavy steel door, without knowing you’d never guess a dinner club lied within. Below her light cloth skirt Krissy wore nothing but the fishnet stockings that covered her all the way to her waist, except for the crotchless portion that was now tingling with the freedom of exposure.

Once seated in their own private alcove, Donna explained that the rest of the group would be arriving shortly and with a flip of hand motioned for the steward and ordered some wine. Their table was draped with blood red cloth, seats padded with smooth black leather secured at edge by golden capped rivets, subdued light from dark overhead rafters and torches mounted on partitioned walls all combined for a hellish quality in her eyes. The steward with his slicked back hair and devilish grin only enforced her impression as she reached for wine to ease the apprehension brought on by unfamiliar surroundings and what Donna had breathed into her ear before sitting down. “If at any time you wish to leave just whisper in my ear.” The comment struck her as mildly strange being how they’d just arrived. The stroke of Donna’s fingers through her hair down neck and back to hand resting on her ass only added to curious anticipation.

By the time they’d finished a glass of wine the others had all been seated and introduced. Two more girls, one a receptionist and the other a personal secretary, both were young and attractive. Joining them were two execs that Krissy had the occasional contact, but had never worked with as both were from another division. Four women to two men, the guys didn’t stand a chance at getting a word in and conversed amongst themselves as the four girls polished off the bottle of wine and nibbled at salads while chatting it up. By dinners end another bottle was spent and giggles had turned to laughter, Krissy now buzzed and enjoying the company. Of course both men commented caddishly that Krissy and Donna looked like dessert being dressed so deliciously. Krissy brushed the remark off with a laugh, but Donna fired back that bonuses would be in order before the job description was expanded to satisfying a sweet tooth. They all laughed together as the overhead lights dimmed black and illumination of spot light exposed a before now unnoticed stage.

Donna leaned in close and told her that she’d now see what made this dining experience special. Eyes adjusted to the revealing light, Krissy’s impression went from hellish to torturous dungeon. Twenty feet away the raised platform displayed a heavy wooden table that appeared hewn from reclaimed lumber. Dark, scored timber with edges more than half a foot thick was fitted with dangling chains tipped by handcuffs. Other chains and harnesses were suspended from the darkness above the table as well as a gurney close by with other implements, one of which she made out as a heavy whip. A second spot light shown a steel rack fitted with harness and also a wooden stock of old supported by the racks outer poles. Buzzed by wine and mesmerized by the scene before her, Krissy paid no mind to the brushing clasp of her throat as Donna applied a leather choker to complete the apprentice’s outfit. Black suede band with metal studs and a choke-ring attached at front sparkled in the flickering torch light.

The last spot light was aimed at a curtain to the rear of the stage and Krissy’s eyes locked on the flutter and split of seam as a nude girl was led out by leashed collar wearing blindfold and jaw-splitting ball gag. The steward of the delivery was the same that had served them wine and he now wore the same devilish grin as he tugged the girl to the rack. Krissy’s own sleek finger latched to the hook at her throat and pulled lightly as Donna placed a fresh glass of wine before her. Feeling hot flush on cheek and brow she tilted the offered glass to her full lips and drew a deep taste of numbing elixir. Eyes still fixed to stage she noticed not Donna’s admiring gaze and approving smile, nor did she flinch to the hand squeezing her thigh and sliding upward.

The captive display was secured to rack, leather strap cinched around her wrists and held tightly overhead. She squirmed and pulled at the restraint and was promptly rewarded by a hard whack from a wooden paddle. The vibration of the discipline resonated an echo of pain as the girl’s muffled squeal passed by gag and lip. With a hanging wiggle of body and panicked panning of head the blinded prey feigned want of escape and sense of her attacker. Tormentor placed his hand around the victim’s throat and choked her back into hanging submission. Krissy absorbed the action with excited dew moistening her cunt.

Cloaked in dim light at front of the stage was a row of seating to accommodate the diners who were now moving from private tables to vantage of public voyeurism. Donna, ever the choreographer, released the rest of their party to move to the stage while excusing herself and Krissy as needing a sec. Now alone, her hand once again returned to Krissy’s thigh, only this time a stealth entrance through slit of skirt allowed fingers to find the reason for crotchless fishnets. Using her free hand, Donna reached for the girl’s collar once more and with hot whisper and soft kiss to lobe she fastened the leash. “Come precious, let’s have some fun” Krissy melted to the stroke of her quim, the suckling lips to her neck, and the effect of imbibed spirits. Donna removed her glazed fingertips from the juicy cunt and sucked them clean while gazing into the girl’s hypnotized eyes. Krissy now lubricated with wine and stimulus was ready for her “christening” and submissively followed at Donna’s heel by a lead of leash.

The application of nipple clamps with a connecting chain’s tugging dangle had the girl on stage squealing spittle around the ball spreading her lips. More thrashing at restraint bought her another choked submission to resistance. The gathered diners watched with rapt attention, as did Krissy who was oblivious to all else, entranced by dark lust and wonderment. She didn’t even hesitate when Donna bypassed the seating and led her to the single step at stage end.

Further restraint applied to the slave had her cuffed at ankle and spread at thigh, fully exposed and vulnerable to the rack’s desires. Another clamp at hooded clit had tears passing blindfold down blushed cheeks and the girl slobbering a gagged scream. Now led onto stage the view afforded Krissy had her mesmerized. Donna was more than a diner, she was the events producer, director and now MC. She excused the steward from stage and walked to the “racked” victim leaving Krissy to stew in her juices. Mistress Donna snatched the blindfold to reveal wide, fearful eyes coming to life with the light. Krissy could see the nervous tension in the girl’s eyes and flexing of her body’s flesh. The sweat beading on brow and lip, the swollen punished nipples and cunt, the red welt of tender ass all fueled the fire of the dungeon.

The crowd was also feeling the heat, hands clasped or finding thigh, fingers stroking hair or tracing form. Everyone was driven to touch someone, some felt the need to touch themselves. Men adjusted rising problems in their pants or some had assistance from female companions. The ladies were prone to clutching at their own breasts or cunt at sight of the clamps gripping the slave. Krissy found her own hand to be traveling slightly and her pussy getting even wetter. The thought that she was also displayed on stage hadn’t really crossed her mind until Donna grabbed the leash and pulled her close.

Turned toward the spectators by Donna’s guiding hand, Krissy became the center of attention, an addition to the mix to sweeten the dessert. Fingers intertwined into a grasp of hair gave Donna control of the girl as she tugged head back and exposed arched throat. A pinch of chin cupped between thumb and fingers allowed her to turn the pretty face for the crowd’s approval. A waft of hand across breast, down stomach and to rest on curve of hip was followed by the collective eyes in the room. The last glass of wine offered by the mistress had Krissy sedate and passive to manipulation.
The wine and atmosphere, the dark curiosity, the mistress’s touch and guiding hands all had Krissy controlled by puppet’s strings. Though still lucid of mind, bodily she mustered no resistance to Donna’s dominance. Spun ass to crowd, she was led to the table that tested temptations, inspired desires, and provided access to sexual provocation. Now bent over table by hand gripping back of her neck, Krissy’s skirt rose to reveal the lower curves of her apple bottom ass and the full length of her sexy legs. An upward tug of skirt by the mistress exposed her ass fully to the crowd. Gasps and murmurs arose from the voyeurs at the sight of Krissy’s assets as Donna spread the girl’s cheeks and thighs. Smooth, tender flesh corralled by fishnet, pink quim and puckered ass winking at the viewers, the new slave now competing with the the first girl tied to the rack.

By invite from the controlling mistress a few spectators joined them on stage to peruse the sexual display.