I haven't quite finished this story yet, and am not sure if I should. I'll post a couple of parts and see if there is any interest amongst patrons here for a conclusion to this tale.
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Turning the corner of 5th and 12th Ave., Natalie looked up at the impressive building. It was the sort of office tower that typically hosted law and financial professionals, and now she knew that an escort service was also one of the tenants. She was slightly surprised, as she had assumed the business was shady and probably set up in a old warehouse or something. So much for what she knew.
“That son-of-a-bitch!” she swore under her breath. She was on her way to talk to the owner of the escort service called Whispers. She quietly fumed, thinking of her husband. Make that soon to be ex-husband. First, he cheated on her with numerous women supplied by Whispers, then when she threw him out of their house, found out he had not only wiped out their savings, but was actually $12,000 in debt to the service.
“Stupid, cheating bastard,” she hissed.
The tanned brunette entered the building an immediately headed for the elevators that would take her to the 18th floor. It still galled her that she had to do this, but she didn’t have much choice. The legal letters sent to her notifying of their intention to collect on the debt scared the shit out of her, as she was basically broke now, paying a mortgage by herself and raising their son. Her paycheck as a part-time fitness instructor at her local community center wasn’t enough for them to live on, and she had already started looking for other job opportunities.
She tried to calm herself on the way up to the meeting with the owner with some slow, deep breathing. At least they had presented the possibility of reaching some sort of agreement on repayment if she came and talked to them. She didn’t know what to expect, but she hoped for the best.
She entered the professional looking office and walked up to the reception desk. “Hi, my name is Natalie Barnes, I have a meeting with Sam Gibson at 2:00.”
The attractive receptionist smiled at her and clicked a few keys on her computer.
“Sam, Mrs. Barnes is here to see you,” she spoke into her headset, pausing as she received a response. “Ok Mrs. Barnes,” she said cheerfully, pointing to one of the doors behind her. “Go right in.”
Natalie responded with a nod and a curt “Thank you,” feeling upset that she was still tied to her deadbeat husband and known as Mrs. Barnes.
“Welcome,” a stunning, well-dressed redhead said as she entered the spacious office. “I’m Samantha Gibson, the owner of Whispers,” she said, shaking her hand warmly, as she motioned toward a leather sofa. “Please have a seat. It’s nice to meet you Natalie,” she, said before sitting on a leather chair off to the side.
“Um, hello,” Natalie stammered, unsure of what to call the woman. In her mind, she had been expecting a man with a name like Sam!
“Please call me Sam,” the elegant woman said, moving toward a small bar at the end of the room. “Would you like a drink?” she asked politely.
“No, thank you,” Natalie replied, still feeling uncomfortable. “Maybe we should just get down to business.”
Sam smiled at her guest and nodded. “Of course. Do you mind if I begin?” she asked, sitting once again.
“No, please go ahead. You asked me to come here.
Sam began by apologizing for the letter and for the circumstances that brought Natalie to meet her, it was an unfortunate thing all around. She understood Natalie’s anger and sense of betrayal, but she owned a business, and she needed to protect her financial interests.
“What can I do? I don’t have the money to cover David’s debt,” Natalie complained, angry tears welling in her eyes. “I just don’t have the means right now – I’m now a single parent with other bills I can’t pay,” she added.
“I am not surprised,” Sam said, sympathetically. “But I do have a proposition for you that could take care of this debt completely,” she explained, watching Natalie intently.
Natalie was curious. “I’m listening.”
“Good. There is a private function taking place on Saturday night at one of the downtown hotels,” she explained. “It is for a very select clientele, and my agency is one of several that is already supplying staff for their festivities. As such, we are short on the numbers of girls we can provide, and if you were to agree to work for us for an evening, then we would consider the debt erased,” she explained.
A sense of outrage boiled up inside Natalie. “If you think I’m going to become one of your *****s to make this go away, you are insane!”
“Please, Natalie, calm down, it’s not what you are thinking,” she pleaded. “Let me explain some of the details first before you answer,” she said. “It is a gathering for fairly wealthy people to explore their kinkier sides and interest in BDSM,” she explained.
“BDSM? Like whips and handcuffs and that sort of thing,” Natalie replied, looking warily towards Sam.
“Yes, kind of like that, but much more. My regular staff are taking care of all their sexual needs at this event, but there are some spots open that need to be filled for entertainment stations where guests can go to have a little fun,” she explained.
Natalie said nothing, but Sam noticed she still had a frown on her face. She hurried to continue.
“We need some girls who could walk around naked and let people fondle them, we need some naked servers to provide drinks and food to guests, and we need to staff some of the stations at the event.”
Natalie was curious. “What sort of stations?”
“Well, there would be some where you get tied up with bondage gear in various positions, there would be some where you’d get spanked or flogged, maybe some hot wax play, that sort of thing,” Sam added.
Natalie was not too keen on the sounds of that. She had let David tie her up once during sex, and though it was fun, it wasn’t something she yearned to do again. She considered whether she could handle walking around naked letting strangers fondle her or serving them hors-d’oeuvres.
“Okay, and how much does a serving position pay?”
“I’m afraid not much,” Sam responded. “About $1,000 for the night.”
That wouldn’t get her very far, Natalie thought. Damn!
“And for the other one, where you walk around, and … people can fondle you,” Natalie asked.
“For that sort of thing, the rate is $1,500.”
Shit! Still not enough.
Natalie sighed. “What about the bondage and spanking ones?”
Sam smiled. “Those positions are more involved and require some sexual contact. I won’t lie to you – in a position like that you can fully expect guests to explore and do many things with your body. However, there is no sex – no penile penetration and no oral sex; the only way they can touch your genitals is with a sex toy. Health and safety precautions are always observed, toys constantly cleaned, any messes cleaned up promptly, that sort of thing.”
Natalie pondered what she had said. “So, someone could use a vibrator on my pussy,” she said bluntly.
“Yes, absolutely,” Sam responded.
Natalie blushed thinking about this. “Until I, um … had an orgasm?
“Yes, very likely,” answered Sam. “All that is part of how these people choose to do their sex play.
“And the pay?”
“Much better, due to what I have explained. Normally those positions pay $6,000 for the night, which normally runs from 7pm to 10pm. However, there is also a separate, private event for a small group of clients that would take place immediately afterward, which would add another $4,000 to your package. If you agree to participate in both the main event and the private one, I will waive the $2,000 still owing.”
Biting her lip, Natalie considered what Sam had just outlined. “What happens at the private event?”
“More of the same sort of thing, only select couples get a chance to play with you in a private, VIP room. The same parameters and rules apply, unless you all agree to something else,” she explained with a sly grin.
“Something else? Meaning what, exactly – like sex?” Natalie replied.
“Meaning if you come to a private arrangement with the client couple, you could make even more money for provision of certain personal services of a sexual nature,” Sam explained calmly. “But it is up to your discretion, as it is with all my staff – it is not a requirement. You will keep anything extra you earn, and your husband’s debt would be paid in full.”
Natalie took a deep breath. Doing this would take care of the debt. But could she do it? The bondage she felt she could handle. The pain stuff – well she worked in the fitness industry; she was used to pain. She figured she could endure a good spanking or two to earn that much money. Besides, nothing beats childbirth for real pain, so she felt she could manage whatever they threw at her. But being used sexually? She just wasn’t sure.
“Could I think about it for a day or two,” Natalie asked.
“I’m afraid this is a time-limited offer,” Sam explained, “so I will need your answer by midnight tonight so that preparations can be made, as the event is only 3 days away.”
Natalie remained silent, thinking.
“Here,” Sam said, reaching into her purse. “This is my private cell number. You can call me with your answer tonight. But just so we are clear,” she continued, “you can still take one of the lower paying positions if you agree on a payment plan for the remainder to be paid before the end of this year. However, if you don’t take the position or agree on a plan … I am afraid we will sell the debt to a third party who will then be responsible for collecting. And in my experience, such third parties are never as accommodating with debts as I am.”
Natalie stood and thanked Sam for her offer.
“I’ll call you tonight,” Natalie said, walking towards the door.
“Please do,” responded Sam, smiling to herself. She read people pretty well, and from what she had taken in from Natalie, she was confident the woman would agree to put her fitness-toned body on the line.
By 10:00 that evening, Natalie had made the call. She had agreed to the proposition of staffing one of the BDSM stations, reasoning that it was only one night’s work, and they were all strangers she would never see again. Besides, she was desperate to get out from underneath this massive debt that threatened her future, and she convinced herself she would do anything to get rid of it.
The next day, she had a full-day appointment at a swanky, downtown spa courtesy of Whispers. Sam said it was part of the requirements for the job, as the contract she had required all the girls to be waxed and shaved of all body hair. On the plus side, she was also getting a full mani-pedi treatment, facial treatment, and relaxing massage, so it wasn’t exactly a bad thing in her eyes.
By Saturday afternoon, she was smooth and squeaky clean. Natalie looked at her 36-year-old body in the full-length mirror and liked what she saw. Her breasts were large enough to be a handful, but not huge, with chocolate brown nipples. Her body was tight and toned from working out, she had nice ass that drew stares in the gym, and she was rocking bright red polish on her fingers and toes. Men and women both gave her looks when they passed her on the street. She was confident that the guests at this kinky party would find her as attractive than the actual escorts she knew would also be there. She spent part of the day reviewing the background sheet Sam had sent over, about what activities guests could do and not do. She was certainly relieved that bodily fluids were prohibited from being shared, and that no activities that resulted in lasting harm could be engaged in.
The limo Whispers sent to pick her up arrived at 6:00 on the dot. The driven was a big, muscular man who was very polite in welcoming her and opening the door. In the back was another woman, a cute looking blonde who looked to be in her late 20’s. In contrast to Natalie’s shoulder length brown hair and eyes, the other woman sported longer blonde hair and blue eyes. Not quite as tanned but looked like she could be a California girl.
Natalie wasn’t sure who she was, but she smiled and introduced herself.
“I’m Ariel,” the blonde said shyly. “Nice to meet you.”
The pair had access to the limo’s bar, and Natalie wasted no time in pouring herself a drink and offering to do the same for Ariel.
“No thanks,” Ariel said, declining. “My stomach is too nervous for that right now.”
Natalie looked at her and suspected something. “Are you going to the hotel to, ah, serve some guests?”
Ariel looked at her startled, but then realized she must be doing the same. “I guess you could call it that,” she responded cautiously.
Natalie laughed. “Blackmail is what I call it. My husband had a debt and … I’ve agreed to be a plaything for some rich freaks who like to spank submissive women,” she explained.
Ariel gasped excitedly. “Me too. My husband owes thousands of dollars and can’t pay, so they came after me! I hope it isn’t too bad,” she went on, “I mean, bondage is pretty harmless, right? But some of that other stuff scares me – whips and all that.”
Over the 30-minute ride to the hotel Ariel and Natalie got to know one another. They talked about their asshole husbands who got them into this mess, and Natalie tried to reassure the younger woman that it probably wouldn’t be as bad as they imagined. After a couple of drinks, they were laughing and talking like old friends.
“Probably just a bunch of old farts who want to put us on their laps and slap our bottoms while they play with their shriveled dicks,” mused Natalie.
“Or maybe some rich, handsome 50 Shades of Grey type-of-guy who will totally love me!” added Ariel, giggling as she drank some champagne. “I wouldn’t mind laying on the lap of someone like that while he spanked me!”
They arrived at the venue, and hotel staff escorted them in a back door to the staging area where everyone was arriving, and the organizers would meet them and take care of sending them to wherever they needed to go. The first thing they did was get separated into 3 groups (corresponding to their function at the event) so they could get their outfits.
“Outfits? I thought naked was the outfit,” Natalie said, undressing in a curtained-off area with small lockers for their things.
One of the women there laughed. “No clothes for us. Just collars and cuffs.”
“Collars and cuffs? What do you mean?” asked Ariel, already down to her underwear.
“Leather collars on our necks and leather cuffs for wrists and ankles,” the other explained.
Natalie and Ariel shared an amused look. “Leather it is then,” Natalie said, stripping down to her bra and panties.
Someone started yelling for the women changing to hurry and line up outside. Natalie and Ariel finished getting naked, and feeling a little self-conscious, followed the other women outside the room. Pairs of people were going down the line, putting collars and cuffs on all of them. In a few minutes they got to Natalie. She felt funny as they buckled a thick padded collar around her neck, then similarly padded cuffs around each wrist and ankle. If she had any doubts that she was going to be put into bondage tonight, they were gone now.
A man’s voice loudly directed those staff working at the BDSM stations to move to the staging room. Ariel and Natalie, still stunned with the speed with which things were moving, followed the other women out and down a long hallway. The way people were running around shouting directions, equipment being moved and the excitement, Natalie felt like this was a Broadway Play, not some rich kink festival.
The man who seemed to be in charge was consulting a clipboard as he moved down the line, talking to the girls and pointing towards different parts of the conference center. The women could hear him stating destinations like Hall of Knots, Hall of Metal and Hall of Leather. Ariel and Natalie had no idea what those meant, and waited anxiously for their turn.
Finally, the man came to her.
“Agency?” he asked brusquely.
“Um, Whispers,” Ariel replied.
“Name?”
“Ariel. Ariel McDonald.”
The man scanned a list, flipping pages. “You’re not on my list.” He turned to his female assistant and asked, “Why is she not on my list?”
Consulting some documents she held in a big binder, the woman replied, “She’s a last-minute addition. Just came through today.”
“Okay,” the man said, looking at Ariel, “I’ll come back to you.” He turned to Natalie and asked her the same questions.
“Whispers, Natalie Barnes,” she answered
“Also not on my list.” He turned to the woman helping him. “Last minute again?”
The woman nodded, “Yes, same as her.”
“Wait here, I’ll get back to you,” he said moving down the line once more. There were only 7 or 8 women left, and they all seemed to have assigned stations on his list, as he wasted no time in sending them on their way with staffers helping him organize. He returned with the female assistant and stood in front of Natalie and Ariel, the last two women remaining.
“Okay Gina, what’s left for these ladies?” he asked, scanning a sheet on his clipboard.
Gina was checking something in her own paperwork and stopped when she found what she was looking for. “Looks like Hall of Laughter is the only one left,” the woman said, crossing something off the page with a pen.
“Okay ladies, Hall of Laughter for you, please follow Luke and Gina, they will take you there now,” he said, then turned to leave.
“Hall of Laughter?” asked Natalie, confused. “What is that?”
Norman, the man running things, turned and saw Natalie frowning. “Don’t worry my dear, they’re a fun group, they’ll put a smile on your face!”
Gina and Luke, a guy who looked like a bouncer, gently took the women by the shoulders, and steered them towards a hall down to the right.
“Wait, what are we going to be doing exactly?” Natalie exclaimed, trying to shake Luke’s hands off of her.
But Norman had already sped off to deal with something else down the corridor.
“This way ladies,” replied Luke, as he gripped both women by the arms and began pulling them away. He leaned in close to whisper to the nervous-looking women. “Please don’t give us any trouble ladies,” he said quietly, “I would hate for things to have to get physical here.”
Seeing that Luke looked strong enough to bench press a bus, both women quickly agreed to cooperate and went where he was taking them. Gina led the way, calmly walking towards a big set of doors at the end of the hall. A large sign outside read ‘Hall of Laughter’.
The room was not too brightly lit upon entering, so the women were escorted further inside to the point when Ariel first noticed a group of wooden structures off to the left of the large room. She recognized 4 sets of wooden stocks sitting in a row, with a padded wooden seat and post sitting behind each set. The nearest one was empty, but the others were occupied by women attired like them, but wearing bit gags, and whose arms stretched up over their heads. She noticed all of the women were barefoot and had their big toes tied together and fastened to a metal rod that ran the length of the top of the stocks.
The vulnerable position that this left the women’s soles in struck a chord in Ariel; she knew instinctively she had seen a set-up like this before. But the guy pushing a cart carrying containers of feathers and brushes, along with what looked like spray bottles of oil finally set off the lightbulb in her head, and it was not good.
Ariel paled with the shock of realizing what Hall of Laughter meant. Frantically she pulled Natalie close, whispering in her ear.
“Natalie! We need to get out, right now!”
Natalie observed the women’s slightly dirty bare feet and also noted that they all had tied toes. She thought the toe bondage was a bit extreme. She turned to Ariel and saw that she looked like she was having a panic attack.
“Why, what’s wrong,” she whispered, as Luke left her for a second to talk to another official looking female staffer that came forward.
“We can’t stay! They’re going to tickle us! This whole room is set up for tickle torture. Hall of Laughter, get it?”
Just then Natalie saw off to the right another area where staffers were tying up more collared and cuffed women, and the positions prominently displayed the women’s underarms and ribs, along with their bare feet.
Natalie looked concerned. “They’re going to tie us up and tickle us?”
“Yes! And if you are ticklish, it’s not fun! That’s why it’s called tickle TORTURE!”
In that moment, Natalie realized what a huge mistake they had made. This was just all wrong. Natalie was incredibly ticklish, especially her armpits and feet. The sight of all those collared women and the positions they were bound in now held a new, horrible meaning for her. Panicking, Natalie started to back away towards the door.
“Um, we’ve made a mistake … this isn’t what we signed up for, and we shouldn’t be here, because … uh … you see, we can’t do this, so we have to go!”
Before she could move another step, Luke had moved behind her and pinned both arms behind her back.
“Hey, what the hell?” Natalie protested to no avail, as a man wearing an event security shirt clipped her wrist cuffs together behind her back.
Luke picked Natalie up like she was nothing and put her face down over his massive shoulder. “Where do you want her, Laura?”
Laura, who was in charge of everything in the Hall of Laughter, looked down through her glasses and consulted her clipboard. She turned and motioned to the empty set of stocks and said, “put her in there.”
Natalie struggled uselessly against the muscled brute who now carried her over to the wooden bondage device. “Wait, this isn’t right, let me go!”
Laura walked over to watch as Luke dropped her in the chair. “Gag her,” she instructed.
In no time, despite her determination to resist, Natalie was gagged with a black, silicone bit gag. Luke and another man made her sit on the padded chair and lifted her legs until her ankles rested on the center two openings on the bottom portion of the stocks, her feet close together. They moved the chair forward a bit, so she had to bend her knees somewhat, and then they forced her to place her wrists in the openings on the bottom that were placed on either side of her ankles. When the top of the stocks was brought down and locked, her ankles and wrists were held tightly within the padded holes. Not only that, but her ankle and wrist shackles prevented her from pulling her hands and feet back through the holes.
She tested her strength against the stocks, but it was no contest – there was no way she could get out on her own. She cursed her captors and her ex-husband equally for putting her here, but the gag prevented anything but gibberish and drool from coming out. Strong hands held her feet still so that her big toes could be tied together and then bound to the tying rod on the top stock piece. She felt the pinky toes on each foot pulled out and up to be tied as well. Unnerved, she could feel how exposed her soles were and was surprised at how little she could move her feet now. She tried reaching towards her little toes with her hands, but they waved comically just out of reach.
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The Hall of Laughter, Part I
Turning the corner of 5th and 12th Ave., Natalie looked up at the impressive building. It was the sort of office tower that typically hosted law and financial professionals, and now she knew that an escort service was also one of the tenants. She was slightly surprised, as she had assumed the business was shady and probably set up in a old warehouse or something. So much for what she knew.
“That son-of-a-bitch!” she swore under her breath. She was on her way to talk to the owner of the escort service called Whispers. She quietly fumed, thinking of her husband. Make that soon to be ex-husband. First, he cheated on her with numerous women supplied by Whispers, then when she threw him out of their house, found out he had not only wiped out their savings, but was actually $12,000 in debt to the service.
“Stupid, cheating bastard,” she hissed.
The tanned brunette entered the building an immediately headed for the elevators that would take her to the 18th floor. It still galled her that she had to do this, but she didn’t have much choice. The legal letters sent to her notifying of their intention to collect on the debt scared the shit out of her, as she was basically broke now, paying a mortgage by herself and raising their son. Her paycheck as a part-time fitness instructor at her local community center wasn’t enough for them to live on, and she had already started looking for other job opportunities.
She tried to calm herself on the way up to the meeting with the owner with some slow, deep breathing. At least they had presented the possibility of reaching some sort of agreement on repayment if she came and talked to them. She didn’t know what to expect, but she hoped for the best.
She entered the professional looking office and walked up to the reception desk. “Hi, my name is Natalie Barnes, I have a meeting with Sam Gibson at 2:00.”
The attractive receptionist smiled at her and clicked a few keys on her computer.
“Sam, Mrs. Barnes is here to see you,” she spoke into her headset, pausing as she received a response. “Ok Mrs. Barnes,” she said cheerfully, pointing to one of the doors behind her. “Go right in.”
Natalie responded with a nod and a curt “Thank you,” feeling upset that she was still tied to her deadbeat husband and known as Mrs. Barnes.
“Welcome,” a stunning, well-dressed redhead said as she entered the spacious office. “I’m Samantha Gibson, the owner of Whispers,” she said, shaking her hand warmly, as she motioned toward a leather sofa. “Please have a seat. It’s nice to meet you Natalie,” she, said before sitting on a leather chair off to the side.
“Um, hello,” Natalie stammered, unsure of what to call the woman. In her mind, she had been expecting a man with a name like Sam!
“Please call me Sam,” the elegant woman said, moving toward a small bar at the end of the room. “Would you like a drink?” she asked politely.
“No, thank you,” Natalie replied, still feeling uncomfortable. “Maybe we should just get down to business.”
Sam smiled at her guest and nodded. “Of course. Do you mind if I begin?” she asked, sitting once again.
“No, please go ahead. You asked me to come here.
Sam began by apologizing for the letter and for the circumstances that brought Natalie to meet her, it was an unfortunate thing all around. She understood Natalie’s anger and sense of betrayal, but she owned a business, and she needed to protect her financial interests.
“What can I do? I don’t have the money to cover David’s debt,” Natalie complained, angry tears welling in her eyes. “I just don’t have the means right now – I’m now a single parent with other bills I can’t pay,” she added.
“I am not surprised,” Sam said, sympathetically. “But I do have a proposition for you that could take care of this debt completely,” she explained, watching Natalie intently.
Natalie was curious. “I’m listening.”
“Good. There is a private function taking place on Saturday night at one of the downtown hotels,” she explained. “It is for a very select clientele, and my agency is one of several that is already supplying staff for their festivities. As such, we are short on the numbers of girls we can provide, and if you were to agree to work for us for an evening, then we would consider the debt erased,” she explained.
A sense of outrage boiled up inside Natalie. “If you think I’m going to become one of your *****s to make this go away, you are insane!”
“Please, Natalie, calm down, it’s not what you are thinking,” she pleaded. “Let me explain some of the details first before you answer,” she said. “It is a gathering for fairly wealthy people to explore their kinkier sides and interest in BDSM,” she explained.
“BDSM? Like whips and handcuffs and that sort of thing,” Natalie replied, looking warily towards Sam.
“Yes, kind of like that, but much more. My regular staff are taking care of all their sexual needs at this event, but there are some spots open that need to be filled for entertainment stations where guests can go to have a little fun,” she explained.
Natalie said nothing, but Sam noticed she still had a frown on her face. She hurried to continue.
“We need some girls who could walk around naked and let people fondle them, we need some naked servers to provide drinks and food to guests, and we need to staff some of the stations at the event.”
Natalie was curious. “What sort of stations?”
“Well, there would be some where you get tied up with bondage gear in various positions, there would be some where you’d get spanked or flogged, maybe some hot wax play, that sort of thing,” Sam added.
Natalie was not too keen on the sounds of that. She had let David tie her up once during sex, and though it was fun, it wasn’t something she yearned to do again. She considered whether she could handle walking around naked letting strangers fondle her or serving them hors-d’oeuvres.
“Okay, and how much does a serving position pay?”
“I’m afraid not much,” Sam responded. “About $1,000 for the night.”
That wouldn’t get her very far, Natalie thought. Damn!
“And for the other one, where you walk around, and … people can fondle you,” Natalie asked.
“For that sort of thing, the rate is $1,500.”
Shit! Still not enough.
Natalie sighed. “What about the bondage and spanking ones?”
Sam smiled. “Those positions are more involved and require some sexual contact. I won’t lie to you – in a position like that you can fully expect guests to explore and do many things with your body. However, there is no sex – no penile penetration and no oral sex; the only way they can touch your genitals is with a sex toy. Health and safety precautions are always observed, toys constantly cleaned, any messes cleaned up promptly, that sort of thing.”
Natalie pondered what she had said. “So, someone could use a vibrator on my pussy,” she said bluntly.
“Yes, absolutely,” Sam responded.
Natalie blushed thinking about this. “Until I, um … had an orgasm?
“Yes, very likely,” answered Sam. “All that is part of how these people choose to do their sex play.
“And the pay?”
“Much better, due to what I have explained. Normally those positions pay $6,000 for the night, which normally runs from 7pm to 10pm. However, there is also a separate, private event for a small group of clients that would take place immediately afterward, which would add another $4,000 to your package. If you agree to participate in both the main event and the private one, I will waive the $2,000 still owing.”
Biting her lip, Natalie considered what Sam had just outlined. “What happens at the private event?”
“More of the same sort of thing, only select couples get a chance to play with you in a private, VIP room. The same parameters and rules apply, unless you all agree to something else,” she explained with a sly grin.
“Something else? Meaning what, exactly – like sex?” Natalie replied.
“Meaning if you come to a private arrangement with the client couple, you could make even more money for provision of certain personal services of a sexual nature,” Sam explained calmly. “But it is up to your discretion, as it is with all my staff – it is not a requirement. You will keep anything extra you earn, and your husband’s debt would be paid in full.”
Natalie took a deep breath. Doing this would take care of the debt. But could she do it? The bondage she felt she could handle. The pain stuff – well she worked in the fitness industry; she was used to pain. She figured she could endure a good spanking or two to earn that much money. Besides, nothing beats childbirth for real pain, so she felt she could manage whatever they threw at her. But being used sexually? She just wasn’t sure.
“Could I think about it for a day or two,” Natalie asked.
“I’m afraid this is a time-limited offer,” Sam explained, “so I will need your answer by midnight tonight so that preparations can be made, as the event is only 3 days away.”
Natalie remained silent, thinking.
“Here,” Sam said, reaching into her purse. “This is my private cell number. You can call me with your answer tonight. But just so we are clear,” she continued, “you can still take one of the lower paying positions if you agree on a payment plan for the remainder to be paid before the end of this year. However, if you don’t take the position or agree on a plan … I am afraid we will sell the debt to a third party who will then be responsible for collecting. And in my experience, such third parties are never as accommodating with debts as I am.”
Natalie stood and thanked Sam for her offer.
“I’ll call you tonight,” Natalie said, walking towards the door.
“Please do,” responded Sam, smiling to herself. She read people pretty well, and from what she had taken in from Natalie, she was confident the woman would agree to put her fitness-toned body on the line.
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By 10:00 that evening, Natalie had made the call. She had agreed to the proposition of staffing one of the BDSM stations, reasoning that it was only one night’s work, and they were all strangers she would never see again. Besides, she was desperate to get out from underneath this massive debt that threatened her future, and she convinced herself she would do anything to get rid of it.
The next day, she had a full-day appointment at a swanky, downtown spa courtesy of Whispers. Sam said it was part of the requirements for the job, as the contract she had required all the girls to be waxed and shaved of all body hair. On the plus side, she was also getting a full mani-pedi treatment, facial treatment, and relaxing massage, so it wasn’t exactly a bad thing in her eyes.
By Saturday afternoon, she was smooth and squeaky clean. Natalie looked at her 36-year-old body in the full-length mirror and liked what she saw. Her breasts were large enough to be a handful, but not huge, with chocolate brown nipples. Her body was tight and toned from working out, she had nice ass that drew stares in the gym, and she was rocking bright red polish on her fingers and toes. Men and women both gave her looks when they passed her on the street. She was confident that the guests at this kinky party would find her as attractive than the actual escorts she knew would also be there. She spent part of the day reviewing the background sheet Sam had sent over, about what activities guests could do and not do. She was certainly relieved that bodily fluids were prohibited from being shared, and that no activities that resulted in lasting harm could be engaged in.
The limo Whispers sent to pick her up arrived at 6:00 on the dot. The driven was a big, muscular man who was very polite in welcoming her and opening the door. In the back was another woman, a cute looking blonde who looked to be in her late 20’s. In contrast to Natalie’s shoulder length brown hair and eyes, the other woman sported longer blonde hair and blue eyes. Not quite as tanned but looked like she could be a California girl.
Natalie wasn’t sure who she was, but she smiled and introduced herself.
“I’m Ariel,” the blonde said shyly. “Nice to meet you.”
The pair had access to the limo’s bar, and Natalie wasted no time in pouring herself a drink and offering to do the same for Ariel.
“No thanks,” Ariel said, declining. “My stomach is too nervous for that right now.”
Natalie looked at her and suspected something. “Are you going to the hotel to, ah, serve some guests?”
Ariel looked at her startled, but then realized she must be doing the same. “I guess you could call it that,” she responded cautiously.
Natalie laughed. “Blackmail is what I call it. My husband had a debt and … I’ve agreed to be a plaything for some rich freaks who like to spank submissive women,” she explained.
Ariel gasped excitedly. “Me too. My husband owes thousands of dollars and can’t pay, so they came after me! I hope it isn’t too bad,” she went on, “I mean, bondage is pretty harmless, right? But some of that other stuff scares me – whips and all that.”
Over the 30-minute ride to the hotel Ariel and Natalie got to know one another. They talked about their asshole husbands who got them into this mess, and Natalie tried to reassure the younger woman that it probably wouldn’t be as bad as they imagined. After a couple of drinks, they were laughing and talking like old friends.
“Probably just a bunch of old farts who want to put us on their laps and slap our bottoms while they play with their shriveled dicks,” mused Natalie.
“Or maybe some rich, handsome 50 Shades of Grey type-of-guy who will totally love me!” added Ariel, giggling as she drank some champagne. “I wouldn’t mind laying on the lap of someone like that while he spanked me!”
They arrived at the venue, and hotel staff escorted them in a back door to the staging area where everyone was arriving, and the organizers would meet them and take care of sending them to wherever they needed to go. The first thing they did was get separated into 3 groups (corresponding to their function at the event) so they could get their outfits.
“Outfits? I thought naked was the outfit,” Natalie said, undressing in a curtained-off area with small lockers for their things.
One of the women there laughed. “No clothes for us. Just collars and cuffs.”
“Collars and cuffs? What do you mean?” asked Ariel, already down to her underwear.
“Leather collars on our necks and leather cuffs for wrists and ankles,” the other explained.
Natalie and Ariel shared an amused look. “Leather it is then,” Natalie said, stripping down to her bra and panties.
Someone started yelling for the women changing to hurry and line up outside. Natalie and Ariel finished getting naked, and feeling a little self-conscious, followed the other women outside the room. Pairs of people were going down the line, putting collars and cuffs on all of them. In a few minutes they got to Natalie. She felt funny as they buckled a thick padded collar around her neck, then similarly padded cuffs around each wrist and ankle. If she had any doubts that she was going to be put into bondage tonight, they were gone now.
A man’s voice loudly directed those staff working at the BDSM stations to move to the staging room. Ariel and Natalie, still stunned with the speed with which things were moving, followed the other women out and down a long hallway. The way people were running around shouting directions, equipment being moved and the excitement, Natalie felt like this was a Broadway Play, not some rich kink festival.
The man who seemed to be in charge was consulting a clipboard as he moved down the line, talking to the girls and pointing towards different parts of the conference center. The women could hear him stating destinations like Hall of Knots, Hall of Metal and Hall of Leather. Ariel and Natalie had no idea what those meant, and waited anxiously for their turn.
Finally, the man came to her.
“Agency?” he asked brusquely.
“Um, Whispers,” Ariel replied.
“Name?”
“Ariel. Ariel McDonald.”
The man scanned a list, flipping pages. “You’re not on my list.” He turned to his female assistant and asked, “Why is she not on my list?”
Consulting some documents she held in a big binder, the woman replied, “She’s a last-minute addition. Just came through today.”
“Okay,” the man said, looking at Ariel, “I’ll come back to you.” He turned to Natalie and asked her the same questions.
“Whispers, Natalie Barnes,” she answered
“Also not on my list.” He turned to the woman helping him. “Last minute again?”
The woman nodded, “Yes, same as her.”
“Wait here, I’ll get back to you,” he said moving down the line once more. There were only 7 or 8 women left, and they all seemed to have assigned stations on his list, as he wasted no time in sending them on their way with staffers helping him organize. He returned with the female assistant and stood in front of Natalie and Ariel, the last two women remaining.
“Okay Gina, what’s left for these ladies?” he asked, scanning a sheet on his clipboard.
Gina was checking something in her own paperwork and stopped when she found what she was looking for. “Looks like Hall of Laughter is the only one left,” the woman said, crossing something off the page with a pen.
“Okay ladies, Hall of Laughter for you, please follow Luke and Gina, they will take you there now,” he said, then turned to leave.
“Hall of Laughter?” asked Natalie, confused. “What is that?”
Norman, the man running things, turned and saw Natalie frowning. “Don’t worry my dear, they’re a fun group, they’ll put a smile on your face!”
Gina and Luke, a guy who looked like a bouncer, gently took the women by the shoulders, and steered them towards a hall down to the right.
“Wait, what are we going to be doing exactly?” Natalie exclaimed, trying to shake Luke’s hands off of her.
But Norman had already sped off to deal with something else down the corridor.
“This way ladies,” replied Luke, as he gripped both women by the arms and began pulling them away. He leaned in close to whisper to the nervous-looking women. “Please don’t give us any trouble ladies,” he said quietly, “I would hate for things to have to get physical here.”
Seeing that Luke looked strong enough to bench press a bus, both women quickly agreed to cooperate and went where he was taking them. Gina led the way, calmly walking towards a big set of doors at the end of the hall. A large sign outside read ‘Hall of Laughter’.
The room was not too brightly lit upon entering, so the women were escorted further inside to the point when Ariel first noticed a group of wooden structures off to the left of the large room. She recognized 4 sets of wooden stocks sitting in a row, with a padded wooden seat and post sitting behind each set. The nearest one was empty, but the others were occupied by women attired like them, but wearing bit gags, and whose arms stretched up over their heads. She noticed all of the women were barefoot and had their big toes tied together and fastened to a metal rod that ran the length of the top of the stocks.
The vulnerable position that this left the women’s soles in struck a chord in Ariel; she knew instinctively she had seen a set-up like this before. But the guy pushing a cart carrying containers of feathers and brushes, along with what looked like spray bottles of oil finally set off the lightbulb in her head, and it was not good.
Ariel paled with the shock of realizing what Hall of Laughter meant. Frantically she pulled Natalie close, whispering in her ear.
“Natalie! We need to get out, right now!”
Natalie observed the women’s slightly dirty bare feet and also noted that they all had tied toes. She thought the toe bondage was a bit extreme. She turned to Ariel and saw that she looked like she was having a panic attack.
“Why, what’s wrong,” she whispered, as Luke left her for a second to talk to another official looking female staffer that came forward.
“We can’t stay! They’re going to tickle us! This whole room is set up for tickle torture. Hall of Laughter, get it?”
Just then Natalie saw off to the right another area where staffers were tying up more collared and cuffed women, and the positions prominently displayed the women’s underarms and ribs, along with their bare feet.
Natalie looked concerned. “They’re going to tie us up and tickle us?”
“Yes! And if you are ticklish, it’s not fun! That’s why it’s called tickle TORTURE!”
In that moment, Natalie realized what a huge mistake they had made. This was just all wrong. Natalie was incredibly ticklish, especially her armpits and feet. The sight of all those collared women and the positions they were bound in now held a new, horrible meaning for her. Panicking, Natalie started to back away towards the door.
“Um, we’ve made a mistake … this isn’t what we signed up for, and we shouldn’t be here, because … uh … you see, we can’t do this, so we have to go!”
Before she could move another step, Luke had moved behind her and pinned both arms behind her back.
“Hey, what the hell?” Natalie protested to no avail, as a man wearing an event security shirt clipped her wrist cuffs together behind her back.
Luke picked Natalie up like she was nothing and put her face down over his massive shoulder. “Where do you want her, Laura?”
Laura, who was in charge of everything in the Hall of Laughter, looked down through her glasses and consulted her clipboard. She turned and motioned to the empty set of stocks and said, “put her in there.”
Natalie struggled uselessly against the muscled brute who now carried her over to the wooden bondage device. “Wait, this isn’t right, let me go!”
Laura walked over to watch as Luke dropped her in the chair. “Gag her,” she instructed.
In no time, despite her determination to resist, Natalie was gagged with a black, silicone bit gag. Luke and another man made her sit on the padded chair and lifted her legs until her ankles rested on the center two openings on the bottom portion of the stocks, her feet close together. They moved the chair forward a bit, so she had to bend her knees somewhat, and then they forced her to place her wrists in the openings on the bottom that were placed on either side of her ankles. When the top of the stocks was brought down and locked, her ankles and wrists were held tightly within the padded holes. Not only that, but her ankle and wrist shackles prevented her from pulling her hands and feet back through the holes.
She tested her strength against the stocks, but it was no contest – there was no way she could get out on her own. She cursed her captors and her ex-husband equally for putting her here, but the gag prevented anything but gibberish and drool from coming out. Strong hands held her feet still so that her big toes could be tied together and then bound to the tying rod on the top stock piece. She felt the pinky toes on each foot pulled out and up to be tied as well. Unnerved, she could feel how exposed her soles were and was surprised at how little she could move her feet now. She tried reaching towards her little toes with her hands, but they waved comically just out of reach.
