Me and My Accounting Degree

I'd graduated from college and took some time off, but then I had to get a real job and start my life moving in a positive direction. I soon found out that apparently for me, college had been a lot of wasted time and money. There were too many college grads and not enough plumbers and electricians. Maybe I should've attended a trade school of some type.

I tried asking a lot of companies for an accounting job that I once dreamed of getting after I graduated, but soon realized I was in trouble. It's difficult to get a job with an accounting degree when they want you to be able to make sprockets. Time passed, and I was beginning to despair of being able to make my own way in the world.

I went to the big city near my home to put in my resume with several companies and was finished by early afternoon. Not wanting to go home yet, I walked around to kill some time and passed an adult store selling sex toys. The stuff in the windows was rather trite -- simple vibrators mostly, but I figured they couldn't put the really kinky stuff out on display to be seen by general public walking by. So I decided to go inside and see what else they offered.

As I entered, I saw racks of adult paperbacks, and some humorous videos. But beyond them was a door to an inner room that had warnings on it that basically said if you offend easily, do not enter. So of course I went in. Yes, this was the room with stuff that was a lot more kinky. It had nipple clamps of various styles, some of which vibrated. It had butt plugs made of steel or of rubber. There were strings of separated beads the could be pressed into someone's pussy or ass hole. Floggers, whips and paddles adorned one wall. In a locked glass case there were more expensive toys -- neurological wheels, a speculum in steel and another in plastic, and devices that could be inserted into ass or pussy, and then inflated or made to expand. Since I like such kinky stuff, I spent a good amount of time browsing and dreaming.

As I emerged, I saw another door that was more discrete, located closer to the check out counter. This door simply said 'Clothing' and was therefore intriguing. I entered that room and the wondrous smell of the leather really hit me, which was a big plus. But then I started glancing at the price tags, which were too rich for my blood, and I sighed. Leaving the room, I was ready to walk right out of the store, leaving temptation behind me, when a voice stopped me.

An older woman called out, "Hello, and welcome to my store. My name is Monica. You're welcome to try on anything that tickles your fancy." I halted in my tracks, because she sounded very nice and was basically asking me if I'd like to try anything on, since I'd just come out of the clothing room.

Blushing a shade of red, I told her, "I appreciate the offer, and I love the clothing and your entire store. But I'm looking for work and can't afford to buy anything."

She looked me over, taking in my blond hair, sparkling blue eyes, 36C chest and what she could see of my legs below my short skirt. Then she asked, "Have you ever done any modeling?"

I replied, "Not really. I'd been in a couple of school plays, but that's about it, Monica."

She had a good eye, because she asked me to confirm my size and measurements. I told her she was very accurate and that I usually wear heels and they add a couple of inches to my height. She smiled, and informed me, "I've been looking for a model to show my outfits at parties and conventions. What's your name, and would you be interested?"

I told her honestly, "My name's Susan, and it's nice to meet you. I've nothing else on the horizon as far as a job and doing it might kick start my finances. So if you want me to try it, Monica, I'm willing to do my best."

"Excellent. There's a party in a week and I'll help select the outfit you'd wear. Also if any guests wanted to give you a tip that would be all yours to keep and off the books." That sounded wonderful to me. "Can you come back tomorrow early, before I open, to try on a few outfits?"

I assured her that I could, so we agreed on a time. Since the things I'd seen in the store were nice and sexy, I was really excited about the job. It was difficult to get to sleep because waiting was as bad as waiting for Christmas. I'd heard about such clothing but now I'd actually try some on. I returned the next day and Monica told me, "This party is for a group that's really into leather. So here are several possible outfits that I have in your size. Select one to try it on."

I admired the catsuit which was a deep burgundy in color, so I picked it out and asked, "How about this one?"

Grinning, she said, "I was hoping you'd select that one! Go ahead and try it on!"

Since there were only the two of us in her closed store, I immediately began taking my clothes off. Not shy about letting Monica see my body, I asked, "Should I wear it with or without a bra and panties?"

"Let's try it without either," she replied.

Stripping nude now, I stepped into the catsuit's legs. Once I had them smoothed onto my own legs, I slipped my arms into the arms of the suit and shrugged it up onto my shoulders. Monica then helped me, because the back closed with a long zipper that ran from my ass up to my neck. The catsuit covered me from my neck to my toes, skin tight, showing every curve of my body. I loved the look, feel, and scent of it. Monica handed me high heels with ankle straps. Once I had those on, I looked in a mirror and decided that I looked really hot. I ran my hands sensuously over my body. Once Monica had checked it over, and approved of it, I decided to mention something else, figuring nothing ventured, nothing gained.

"Monica, my training is as an accountant, and I have my Bachelor's degree in Accounting. When I came to your store, I'd finished handing out resumes to several businesses, but none have contacted me yet."

"Susan, I'm really happy you told me that. I can sure use an accountant and even some help around the store. Are you interested?" I felt so wonderful that I agreed before she even discussed terms.

The day of the party I was already at the store, helping out. Monica told me that she'd drive us to the party location. When it was time, I stripped and got fully dressed in the catsuit, again with Monica's help and approval. She gave me one last check, but said, "Hmmm... something's missing." She looked around, smiled and picked up a leather collar. Placing it around my neck, she secured it closed with the click of a padlock. The collar covered the zipper at the back of my neck, which effectively locked me into the catsuit. When I realized I was locked into the sexy suit and therefore was being controlled by someone else, a shiver ran through me. And it felt very good, for some reason.

We headed for the party location, which turned out to be in a modern industrial park, inside a well-maintained single building with plenty of parking around it.

As we entered, Monica gave my suit a final wipe down, so it'd be perfect. The leather gleamed in the light and it looked really magnificent. She told me, "Here are some business cards for the store. Hand them out to people that seem interested. I'll be circulating among the crowd, networking. Come and find me if you need any help."

The crowd started to arrive and the guests and their outfits looked so elegant -- especially the women. In the correct lighting, you could see every curve and outline of their bodies. I had a hard time concentrating being among such beautiful people, but I had a job to do.

As we'd hoped, my outfit got a lot of attention and I gave out many business cards. As I chatted with people, the thing that amazed me was that they were so polite to me, and all were well spoken and seemed kind. The full room got pretty warm, so, like many catsuits, mine had a front zipper. I knew it wouldn't open up enough to let me get out of the catsuit -- only the rear zipper could do that. But I unzipped the front one down as far as my sternum. This exposed the very top of my chest, and the inner curves of both of my breasts. I immediately felt cooler. Sure I was giving people a sort of 'side boob' display, but my areolae were still covered. And I didn't hear a single complaint. But a lot more people stopped me to have a chat, and from the darting motions of their eyes, to ogle me a bit. I didn't mind.

I'd encountered no problems, so as far as I was concerned the evening was a big success. At one point I did notice Monica speaking to a man and they were looking my way, so I assumed she was describing the catsuit to him. Later, I went to Monica telling her I was now out of business cards, so she handed me a small pile, allowing me to continue. I worked the room until the party was over and I found Monica and we headed back to the store. When we finally got there, it was late. During the drive, she'd told me that we had many new contacts for the store and many people mentioned me, telling her they were impressed by me.

Blushing I did mention, "Many people seemed to like to stare at my partially unzipped front, and I also got a few pats on my ass." I laughed.

Monica surprised me by saying, "Susan, you did such a great job and developed such a positive buzz for the store that I want you to keep the catsuit as your own."

My jaw flapped a few times since I was so flabbergasted. "Thank you so much, Monica! I love this outfit! If you weren't concentrating on driving, I'd give you a great big kiss of thanks!"

She giggled. "When we get to the store, I still need to unlock that collar so you can free yourself from the catsuit. I won't be concentrating on driving then."

I didn't forget. After she unlocked the collar, I gave her the kiss that I promised, and we both enjoyed it as she embraced me in the catsuit. I now had my first ever outfit for the fetish world.

Time moved along. I worked every day at the store, enjoyed meeting people and learning more about our inventory. I created a simple way for us to watch what was selling and what was not. As I did the accounting, I found ways to help the store concerning its taxes. I loved coming to work, and everything was great.

One day a man came in and Monica went and greeted him, saying "Welcome, John! It's great to see you!" It was the guy I'd noticed talking to her at the party. He was older than me but younger than Monica and very well dressed. I found out he was a silent partner in the store and she mentioned he'd watched me at the party and liked what a good job I was doing in drumming up business. He also liked my accounting innovations. That made me smile at him a lot, once we'd been properly introduced.

Over time, I started to know some people in the community. One thing we decided to try was that every Friday, I'd model an outfit. Once word spread about that, the attendance got bigger and so did our sales. I reflected on the fact that my life was really going well now. I had a good job that I enjoyed and many new friends. Monica and I hugged freely and even kissed once I a while. I actually looked forward to going to work even more.

Monica met with me before we opened one day to discuss a possible business venture. "There's a convention coming up over next weekend, and even though it's out of state, we'd be able to drive there in 2 hours. Are you willing to work the floor again at the convention, mainly to model an outfit, hand out business cards, and advertise our store?"

"So I'd wear a one of our outfits, like the other time?" I asked.

"Yes, this is a fetish / bondage convention, so you'd be dress appropriately for such an event."

The day arrived and we met early at the store to get ready for my next adventure in modeling. Monica selected an outfit for me. Basically, it was a leather bikini but she added to it a combination handcuff set. My ankles were locked in leg shackles and my hands were cuffed behind me and the two were connected by a chain that kept my hands down by my butt. We tested it at the store and made a few adjustments, removed it for the ride, and then added it again when we reached the convention. Since my hands were virtually useless, she slipped business cards in my suit so people could see them and pull them out. She put them in the front and back. I got many pats on my ass that day, especially when they were pulling a business card out of my backside. They were a lot more careful pulling business cards out of my front waistband and also my bra.

I walked around and the chains between my ankles clinked with each cautious step, as I looked at the vendors and the people. I was excited to be there in the midst of all this kinky stuff. Even though I was focused on all the exhibits and demonstrations, a familiar scent drifted into my nostrils and caught my attention -- it was a fascinating scent that I associated with John from the store. Before I could look around, John appeared in front of me. He asked, "Are you doing all right, Susan? Is the crowd behaving when interacting with you?"

I answered, "Yes, everyone is behaving, and I'm doing fine. I don't mind their friendly pats on my butt at all. If anyone did try anything nasty, there's a lot of security circulating that'll aid me. I can't see behind me though. Do I still have enough business cards back there, or should I find Monica for a refill?"

He checked and told me, "It looks like you have about 15 cards left back here at this point. In the front I see about 8 or so, so you might want to keep your eyes open for Monica. She didn't give me any cards to pass out." As he was looking at my front, he reached in and suddenly slipped a folded bill down into the front bottom part of my bikini. That action made me jump. But John said, "You're doing a great job, so that was just a tip from me." I think I may have blushed scarlet, wondering how far down he'd looked. Chained as I was, I knew I was helpless to prevent what he'd done, and again that helplessness excited me.

Grinning, John turned and walked away. Seeing him grin like that made me very suspicious that he'd done more than just give me a tip when he'd pulled my bikini bottom forward away from my body. However, I pulled myself together and started to walk around as people continued to pick the cards from between my bikini bottom and bra and my body. I did get refills from Monica, who gave me a wide smile as she festooned the front of my bikini bra with business cards. I had a really fun time and later in the day Monica found me, saying, "It's time to go." She released me from the restraints and placed a coat over me for our trip home.

We headed home and my legs and feet hurt from walking in heels all day especially because I had to drag those leg chains as I walked. We stopped and got some fast food and I felt self-conscious standing in line with my bikini outfit on under my coat. It was quite late when we finally got back to the store.

"Susan, it's really late and they're calling for heavy rain, so why don't you stay at my place tonight? We can even sleep in, because we don't open the store tomorrow," Monica suggested. I dreaded the thought of what felt like a long drive home in heavy rain, so I accepted her offer and thanked her. We went to her home where she showed me her spare bedroom. I noticed the handcuffs on the headboard and giggled a little. Monica smiled and said, "If you want to use those it's OK with me. Good night," and she closed the door.

I was tired but now unexpectedly wide awake. As I was pulling off the bikini, I found the tip John had put in my suit and was shocked to see it was a hundred dollar bill! Monica had given me a nightgown to wear, so I slipped that on over my nude body and climbed onto the bed. Looking at the cuffs hanging from the headboard, I reached up and pretended my hands were cuffed wide. The nightgown felt wrong so I slipped it off and tossed it onto a chair across the room. I opened both of the cuffs and put my wrists in the open cuffs, but didn't close them. I could hear Monica moving around in the next room. Feeling naughty and impish, I reached over and closed the left cuff until it was snug on my wrist and then called out, "Monica!"

She came into the room looking confused and curious. "Yes?"

I blushed. "Ummm... would you help me by closing the other cuff, please?" I asked.

She sat on the bed and leaned in and closed the other cuff until it was snug. I laid there restrained and naked. After a moment's pause, she leaned in and kissed me. I mean she really kissed me! When that wonderful kiss ended, she murmured, "I've wanted to do that since our first day, Susan."

She stood up and removed her own nightgown. She was still an attractive woman with lovely curves In all the right places. She crawled onto the bed and laid next to me running her hand over my breasts. My nipples grew hard and I was getting wet. Her lips sucked my nipples, making me start to moan. I'd thought about experimenting like this with a girl in college but chickened out several times. But now I mentally said to myself, "I'm caught and helpless. Since what's being done isn't my fault, there's no need to feel any guilt about it. I just have to go along with her actions and enjoy it." OK, I may have conveniently forgotten that I closed the first handcuff on myself.

Monica was wonderful and giving. She gently and carefully opened a door into a new world for me, giving me several orgasms, letting me learn that the restraints added greatly to my pleasure.

That night I learned not only how to be pleased by a woman, but also how to please a woman as well. The next morning, after we both slept in very late, we got up to have lunch. I shyly asked Monica, "Can we please do more of what we did last night?"

She grinned at me. "Why do you think we're both naked, sitting here at my kitchen table as we eat? For dessert, I think we should dine on each other's pussy, don't you?"

I gave her an enthusiastic, "Yes, please!"

Weeks passed, and we finally acknowledged that we were lovers. She asked me to move in with her, and I accepted. Sometimes I dress up in a latex maid's outfit when I want to clean the rooms. The outfit is cut low in the front and has a fluffy skirt, under which I never wear panties when I'm at home. Stockings held up by a garter belt and high heels complete the outfit. This has become my favorite outfit even when at the store, but in that location I usually wear panties with it. We found that a lot of our new clientele are quite enthusiastic about purchasing latex garments, so I added them to my Friday modeling performances.

On our anniversary, Monica surprised me with a locking collar and restraints that I can even lock onto myself when we're at home. My gift to her was more tactile. I tied her down and gave her a series of orgasms with my mouth, hands, vibrators, and even a strap-on, until she begged me to stop, and then we did a lot of cuddling aftercare.

One day John came into the store and rushed over to me saying, "You look wonderful and beautiful, Susan... but then you always do." I really like John since he invariably treats me nicely. He slipped me a piece of paper and said cryptically, "Friday -- 7:30 PM," and left.

I stood there and read the paper. It merely had an address on it and asked me to wear the maid's outfit. I immediately went over to Monica. "Monica, John just handed me this piece of paper and told me the words 'Friday -- 7:30 PM'... so what do you think it means? He quickly left the store without explaining."

She read the note. "Well, this is his address, and that day and time is a common party time. And since he wants you to wear the maid's outfit, I'm guessing he's asking you to serve at his party. He probably thought it was all pretty self-explanatory."

"Do you think I should do it?" I asked.

She smiled. "It's not a requirement of your job, Susan. But we both know what a wonderful, sexy, exhibitionist slut you are. One of John's parties is a great place to strut your stuff, but it's up to you. If you go, you can certainly wear the maid's costume from the store -- probably without the panties."

I grinned and kissed her thoroughly. Going to the office computer, I looked up the address on the map. John's place was located in a nice part of town with big homes that had lots of ground around them, so I decided to do it -- it might be a lot of fun.

Friday came and once the store was closed, I got dressed and after a brief road trip, pulled into the circular drive in front of John's place. I'd decided to wear the maid's outfit under my coat. My heels clicked on the marble steps leading to the big double doors.

John answered the door himself, and smiled. He took my coat, saying, "As you probably guessed I'm having a party tonight and the guests should arrive within half an hour or so. The food and drinks have all been prepared by a catering service. You're to be the sexy maid to help serve and just help out in general. But there is one rule. Under no circumstances are you allowed to reveal or tell anything that you see or hear tonight -- this is a very private function."

The guests started to arrive and they were all dressed for a party, with the men wearing tasteful suits and the women wearing long sleek gowns. After about a 10 minute gap, the doorbell rang and a new guest entered. All I could do was stare, because he was very famous and anyone would recognize him at once, but I can't reveal any more than that. Just as I cannot reveal if anyone noticed my lack of panties, and/or touched my bare skin that was on display and available down there.

I served the food and drinks, and the evening seemed to be going along very well but I noticed some of the guests seem to disappear. When I had a moment, I whispered to John, "Are some of your guests disappearing? Are they leaving the party?"

He grinned at me, and whispered back, "They're in the playroom, I imagine." When he saw that I looked puzzled, he added, "Go downstairs and you'll see a door. Go in there and ask if anyone needs refreshments."

Curious, I went downstairs and saw the door he'd mentioned. Opening it, I found several people in the room. The women all seemed to be naked, and some of them were on their knees performing fellatio. Other naked women were bound to different devices around the room... sometimes in the device and sometimes on the device. These too were being used by the men. Judging from the smiles, and happy moans, everyone was having a good time. The men's penises were certainly rigidly erect. No one seemed shocked, dismayed or even bothered by my interruption as I asked, "Does anyone here need refreshments?"

A couple of people called out, "Water with ice." And no one seemed to ask for anything else. I closed the door.

I made a hasty retreat back upstairs, but that scenario left a memory in me that I couldn't get out of my mind for a very long time. I didn't look around very hard when I delivered the requested water with ice, and left quickly.

The party finally broke up and everyone left. John said, "Susan, please clean up in the playroom, while I deal with some of the party debris up here."

Once I was back in the playroom, I wiped down the different devices and handheld toys. I also retrieved the glasses and water pitcher and generally straightened up. As I brought the glasses and water pitcher back upstairs and into the kitchen, I was thinking, "John throws some really wild parties." And now, as I thought back to the sights that had greeted my eyes in the playroom, my pussy clenched and dampened.

I helped John finish the cleanup upstairs. On an impulse, I said to him, "You throw some really wild parties, John. Does that playroom get used at every party? I could hardly believe what I saw when I opened that door!"

"Did the sight disgust you?" he asked me seriously.

"No... it mostly shocked me from the surprise. But as I thought about it later, it actually turned me on. I think I got everything squeaky clean."

"We should check," he said, as he took my hand to lead me back downstairs. I looked around the room with fresh eyes as John checked the devices.

Very curious about the stocks, I asked, "John, would you put me into this device, so I can see how it feels?" Smiling, he opened it, holding the upper portion as I placed my head and wrists into the obvious depressions for them. John lowered the top slowly and carefully until the device was snug and held me tight. He then secured it with a lock, walked in front of me and placed the key in my mouth.

"If you want me to stop and free you at any time, just drop the key," he said.

He walked out of sight but in moments I felt his hand on my ankle as he pulled it to the side. There he tied it with some rope and then repeated that process with my other ankle. As I was bent over in the stocks, wearing my short latex maid's outfit without panties, I realized that my ass and pussy must be fully exposed. Moreover, John tugged my stretchy top down toward my waist until my breasts came free and hung down. To me, in this position they felt heavy and swayed when I moved my torso at all. It must've been quite a display, especially because my growing excitement was making me hyperventilate.

"I'll be back in a little while," he told me, and he left me like that, restrained, helpless, and very exposed. I don't know how long he was gone... there was no way to keep track of time in that room. I really had no idea what he'd planned, but the anticipation was setting a flock of butterflies into flight inside my tummy. I smelled like sex due to the juices trickling out of my pussy.

Finally, I heard the door open, and I hoped it was John returning, because I was facing away from the door and could not tell from the sounds who it might be. I decided not to ask who was there. Warm, large hands began running up and down my bare legs and thighs. Each time they rose upward they got closer and closer to my pussy. I was so turned on that I'm sure my pussy lips engorged, desperate for contact. Ultimately, after an eternity, his fingertips brushed my very wet pussy lips. I was so turned on and wet, I tucked the key in my mouth into one of my cheeks so I could speak, and begged him, "John, please call me names to humiliate me! I'm already aroused, but being humiliated might push me into an orgasm."

I heard John's voice saying, "I already know you're an exhibitionist and a slut. You mean that if I call you a fuck toy, that helps excite you even more?" I moaned and nodded. "You're quite a filthy whore then, Susan. You're a bunch of holes begging to be fucked, and you truly are a receptacle for cum." I moaned louder and shook in the restraints, my heart racing.

"Let me see what this cheap slut is doing," John murmured. He may have knelt down behind me for a better look, because I felt his hands grasp my puffy pussy lips and spread me wide open to his view. Imagining that view triggered me, and my breath whistled through my nostrils as my orgasm blossomed in my core and sent a shock wave to my pussy, causing my muscles to spasm, and force out my juices. "Wow, I think this little whore just came! Look at the mess you made!" John stated.

Letting go of my labia, John came around in front of the stocks and opened his pants. Reaching inside, he brought out his penis, which was already partially erect. "Do you want this in you, slut?" he asked.

With the key still held inside my cheek, I managed to hiss out the word 'yes' as I nodded my head emphatically.

He walked behind me and once again spread my pussy lips open. "How pretty this nasty pussy is, but I like that it's shaved." Gasping with need, I felt the head of his cock touch and plow along my pussy lips until it found my greedy fuck hole, where it slowly pressed into me.

Desperate not to drop the key, I just thought, "Oh my god -- he feels so big! I never would have guessed it. He's really stretching me open and filling me, deeper and deeper! I may faint, but I want to stay alert and feel everything." That's about the moment when he reached under and squeezed my breasts and I moaned due to his actions. Even though I was restrained, I could still move my hips a little, so I started bucking them as best I could.

Taking his cue from my hip movements, John started fucking me in earnest! He grabbed my waist and pummeled me until he felt my inner muscles clench and spasm, and then he unloaded his seed into my depths! Trapping the key firmly inside my cheek, I managed to articulate a long, drawn out "Ahhhh" of release. When his cock stopped spurting, he pulled out of me.

"While I'm recovering for round two, slut, I'm going to use a toy on you," John informed me. Very soon after that, my love tunnel was filled with a plastic or silicone dildo. That fake cock started thrusting in and out of me. I imagined John playing with my sex, keeping me occupied, hot and aroused as he waited for his cock to swell back to rigidity. But being fucked by the toy was also pleasurable, and I was still 'high' from my prior orgasm. Also, I had the knowledge that John's cum was inside me, and that he was even promising more. Keeping my mouth tightly shut, I started a keening sound deep in my throat and tugged at the pillory and the ankle ropes as I climaxed on the toy!

"What a needy, greedy little fuck toy, you are, Susan! I'm ready to use you as my cum dump again," John told me. Once again I felt the warm flesh of his cock penetrate my wet, slimy fuck hole. This time John grabbed both of my tits for leverage as he started pumping hard. My focus was split between his cock, skewering me, and his hands, kneading my tits. From time to time, one of his hands would gather the naked flesh of my areola around my turgid nipple so he could tug and role all that sensitive skin. I was sweating hard, and getting exhausted, but I figured John might be holding back his orgasm until he felt me cum. So, I tried contracting and relaxing my inner muscles over and over a few times and that did the trick. With a loud roar, he rammed his cock as deep into me as he could, and hotly spewed rope after rope of semen. When he was done, he stepped back, pulling out of my gaping tunnel.

John came around in front of the stocks and looked into my sweaty, well fucked looking face. "Better give me that key now, Susan... I'm bushed," John mumbled. Nodding, I opened my mouth above his open palm and used my tongue to free the key and let it drop. A few moments later, I became aware of the telltale sensation that some of his sticky white semen felt like it was appearing between my pussy lips. That was when I got the shock of my life!

Warm lips sealed over my vaginal opening and suction started pulling John's semen out of my depths! But John was standing in front of me! Someone else was behind me, and sucking at my pussy! John and I weren't alone in the room, as I'd thought! As the suction stopped, and the lips detached, I waited. Restrained as I was I could do nothing else but wait.

That was when Monica stepped into view! Silently, she turned my head a little so that I faced her more directly, ignoring my words like 'what' and 'how' and 'why' and just grinning at me as she pointed at her lips. Thereupon she pressed her lips to mine, and parted her lips a little as her tongue darted against my mouth, seeking entrance. As I opened my lips and mouth for her tongue, I got not only her tongue but also a huge glob of John's semen that she'd harvested to feed me! When her mouth had emptied, she went around behind me and, again latching onto my pussy, started sucking and now drinking for herself. I was still rolling John's semen around in my mouth, savoring it, when my partner, impatient for some of my cum fluids, touched both my sensitive clit and my anal ring in her special way. That triggered a magnificent orgasm that shook me to my core, and I fed her what was probably the last of John's semen, mixed with a healthy dose of my cum juices.

After giving me time to stop shaking and to let my eyes come back into focus, John untied my ankles and unlocked the stocks, helping me get free. Monica slipped her arm around my waist and helped me climb the stairs to the living room, where she place me on a towel that was spread out on one of the sofa cushions. John swiftly cleaned the stocks, and the puddle on the floor under them, and came up to join us. He sat on the sofa on one side of me, while Monica sat on my other side. I can't described for you how loved I felt at that moment.

When I was somewhat coherent, I asked Monica, "You didn't come to the party, did you?"

"No, sweetheart, but I've been to others of John's parties. For this one, I just asked him to text me the moment all the guests were gone. I knew I could get here about the time that the cleanup should be done. And I was hoping that you'd somehow get to experience John's magnificent cock tonight. I know first hand how wonderful it is."

"So you're not upset to find him fucking me in those stocks?" I asked.

"Heck no! I was really glad to see you in the stocks, because after John used you the first time, I got to fuck you with a strap-on while he recovered enough to fuck you a second time!"

"You mean that 'toy' he said he was using was really you fucking me, Monica?" I asked a little incredulous.

"Yep. It sure was. And I was really happy making you cum that way," she giggled gleefully.

I purred, "You'll have to use a strap-on more often then, since it makes us both happy." Then I got a little more serious, asking, "So, Monica... your relationship with John is... I don't know... what?"

She thought about it, both of them cuddling me. Then she answered, "I guess I'd have to say, John and I are sort of business partners... with benefits. But we haven't done much since you and I fell in love and began living together. Since John was going to throw this party anyway, we thought this might be an interesting way to break the ice with you about this aspect of our relationship." She made sure she had eye contact with me, and asked, "Are you upset?"

I answered quickly and honestly. "Definitely not, Monica! I was trapped on a bondage toy, vulnerable and used. And not only used by my lover with a strap-on, but also fucked hard by our business partner... twice!"

"So you want to do even more kinky stuff with both of us?" John asked, softly.

I snuggled closer to them both. "As long as neither of you are upset, I'm your fuck toy and thrilled to be so. Let's do more! What do you have in mind?"

Monica laughed. "We've given this a little thought. You know your Friday demos of our fetish clothes, and what a hit that is for business."

I looked at her, and said, "Well, yes... we noticed that if the people saw the clothing worn by a model, which has been me, and then see it in action as I move around, they get a lot more interested in purchasing it. But I'm still not sure where you're going with this."

John picked up the explanation. "Our store has been doing very well, and not just because of your modeling, Susan. Your accounting has saved us a lot, and your inventory control is letting us focus on purchasing things that people are more likely to buy." He stopped to take a breath. "You know that the store next to ours has been vacant for over a year, right?"

"Yeah, that old place next to us. I'm not even sure what it was used for in the past," I answered.

"Well, we can either rent it or buy it outright for a song. Then we can put a door from our current store into the store next door. We can cover its windows, to make it a private space, and turn it into a showroom for bondage devices. For legal purposes, we'd make it a private club, and only members would be permitted entry. I don't want to brag, but I have many powerful friends, who could guarantee that our club wouldn't be harassed. And once inside, the members can browse and perhaps order a device our two for their own home. Things like padded benches for spanking and sex, pillories, small bondage crosses, and so on."

"So we wouldn't need to store any inventory other than just the 'floor models' that you'd place into the club room," I stated, thinking about inventory control. "But exactly where would I fit into this scheme?" I asked. Then I saw Monica and John both looking at me with huge grins, and the penny finally dropped. "Oh my god! You can't mean that you'd want me to model and demonstrate the devices like I've been modeling the clothing, in an effort to encourage people to see the functionality, and buy it for their own use?"

John and Monica were still grinning and nodding. "Oh fuck!" I exclaimed. "You two are serious about this!" I took a couple of deep breaths to focus myself. "So how would that even work? Some 'member' comes into the current store, goes to that special door and proves membership so we allow the entry. And a few minutes later they want a demonstration of the pillory. Now what? It takes 2 to demonstrate a bondage device, I think," I explained.

Monica said, "First of all, we'd have to hire a couple of new salesclerks. One would accompany the member into the room to generally watch over things. Perhaps the member would bring their own submissive to test a device. In that case the salesclerk would just observe and make certain that everything stays 'SSC' -- that is, safe, sane, and consensual. And of course perform clean-up duties when they're done, and take their order."

I nodded, trying to picture that all mentally. But then I wanted to ask about another scenario. "Now let's suppose the member has not brought anyone along with them, and he or she wants me to demonstrate a device. What now?"

Monica answered, "Well, if John is around, of course he'd be happy to help you. And if I'm around, I have my strap-on handy. I suppose to give us some extra depth in readiness, we could hire a male salesclerk who'd have to prove regularly that he's disease-free. And you, Susan, would conduct the interviews, to find someone with whom you'd feel you'd be compatible."

"You mean I'd interview for another fuck partner?" I asked.

She laughed. "To put it bluntly, yes. But there's one other thing that John and I need to know. If we do decide to advertise that we'll have special demonstration days, how comfortable do you think you'd be to be bound to a device or two and used sexually by John or by me while we're in front of a crowd of people?"

I thought about it, trying to imagine it. Finally I broke the silence. "There's one way that I can see to determine this. John, you need to have another party soon, and take me to the playroom, strip me, and use me as all your guests watch. Does that sound feasible?"

He chuckled. "A very wise suggestion. I'm sure I can arrange that."

And he did. And Monica watched with all the other guests as John removed every stitch of my clothing and bound me. The room was silent at first, but as John started fucking me, everyone seemed to start to comment at nearly the same time. They even walked around us, looking at us from different angles. It really helped when John told the onlookers that I liked being called humiliating names. I'm sure I blushed when the crowd started hurling insults at me, and soon John felt my pussy clamp onto and massage his cock as a powerful orgasm swept through me. That was the first of several that left me drained, exhausted, and very very satisfied.

Monica knew I had a streak of exhibitionism. But at that party, my business partners and I learned just how much I reveled in being observed as I was fucked hard, since I love an appreciative audience. And the orgasms were mind-blowing. John, Monica and I immediately moved forward with our plans for the private club addition to our store. I was now looking forward to 'bondage device special demonstration days' and wondered if anyone at all would bother to show up. I needn't have worried.