1. Bernadette's Initiation


    Date: 10/12/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 83, Source: xHamster

    signalled ready availability and the aroma of cheap scent filled the air. Introducing herself as Annette one of the girls started to help me change. &#034Hey, Mike's got you all wired up. You're a first timer aren't you, dear,&#034 she said. I nodded mutely. &#034I'm told you get to wear the flower tonight. Aren't you the lucky girlie!&#034 She declared with a knowing chuckle. My pleas to elucidate were met with a finger across sealed lips. A little plastic daffodil was pinned to my chest and she took me to the mirror. The image of a pretty but tarty waitress gazed back at me. The satin dress clung to my breasts and tightly corseted waist, my curly blonde wig cascaded to the shoulder. I could smell the strong musky perfume Annette had applied; my cheap jewellery only added to my appearance as a sexy, sluttish waitress. My shiny black shoes had higher heels than any I'd worn before. The meaning of the innocent looking little flower continued to trouble me but my thoughts were interrupted when a man put his head round the door. &#034Time to earn your keep, girls. As for you, Amanda, obey orders from the staff. Don't go off with the punters or let them get away with too much. And enjoy what's in store for you. Little flower.&#034 His stagy clothing revealed him as the club compîre but his voice was that of Mike, apparent club owner and controller of the inhabitants of the strange rabbit-hole down which I'd fallen. I followed Annette and the others into the club fast filling ...
    with punters. The place evidently catered for B&D freaks. Many wore leather. A few had subs on dog collar and lead - one even dressed as a leather dog - and in a corner I spotted a little cluster of t-girls sipping cocktails and looking adrift in the testosterone fuelled aura pervading the place. An aura at once threatening and off-putting. Annette quickly explained what was expected of me and I set to work taking orders and waiting on tables as Janet had instructed. The punters evidently hadn't majored in etiquette: they thought nothing of fondling my body or lifting my skirt and examining my knickers and chastity belt. Being casually groped and subjected to lewd comments by these unpleasant looking leather clad men wasn't my idea of fun yet it accentuated my thrilling sense of girlish vulnerability. The air throbbed to the sound of house music. On the dance floor men kissed and brazenly felt each other up. From time to time Mike made announcements, occasionally referring to the pending slave auction and &#034try before you buy&#034 session; announcements greeted with cheers from the audience. As the evening progressed - and my feet tired from the extended period in these heels - I began to notice that I was coming in for far more unwelcome attention than the other waitresses. Some lewd comments bore elliptical references to my yellow daffodil. Naively I guessed it merely signified my status as a new girl. How wrong I was. Late in the evening the doorman led me through a side ...
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