Diana's First Client

The elevator slid to a stop after only a few moments of motion. Diana stood inside, waiting with baited breath. The clamps made her nipples tingle, pinching down on her sensitive breasts just hard enough that she was stimulated with each step, the weights ensuring that she felt every single one. The butt plug was inside of her, making itself known with every turn of her body. The clit-band was the most intense, it hugged her clitoris snugly but tautly. Lurking like a hidden danger within her own body.

_At any point, _it seemed to say, I can get tighter. I can go from ''pleasant'' to ''punishing'' in an instant and there is nothing that you can do about it.

She ran her tongue over the edges of her teeth. Nervousness rising up inside of her like a steam wafting through her mind. As the elevator ground to a stop, as the doors started to open, she knew that she was about to give the performance of her life.

The elevator opened out into a plush bedroom. Diana would have been forgiven for thinking that she was not in the gym anymore at all, but a rich hotel. The walls were carefully decorated to invite a casual and yet sensual atmosphere. The carpet was thick and warm against her bare feet as she stepped out. There was only one door besides her own, and it led to the outside world.

The centre of the room was taken up by a large bed, it was well made and furnished. Comfortable and soft. A row of shelves had been put in on the far side of the room, and these were adorned by many sex toys of various kinds. Diana had to tear her eyes away from before she could sweep them across the rest of the area.

Finally, there was the man himself. Presumably the one she had been sent to service. He was powerful, with tanned skin and a bald head. He was looking at her, checking her out from the moment she'd stepped out of the elevator. Diana was struck with the knowledge of her own nudity, the clamps, the plug, and even the clit-band all singled her out as a sex ****. Her cheeks flushed red.

"So you're the one they sent up, eh?" The man said. "Can't say I've seen you here before. You a new girl?"

"Something like that," Diana said.

"In that case, I'd better break you in." He turned, moving towards the shelves. There was a remote sitting there, waiting for him to take. It looked like a vibrator, but Diana wasn't wearing anything like that.

"First rule," the man told her as he picked it up. "The boss is always ''master''. You're a sex ****, right? You're not my equal. You're not even close."

"O-of course," Diana felt as if she'd been slapped, but did her best to rally. Her chest was tight, and heat broiled through her. "Forgive me, master."

"Second rule," the man thumbed a button on the remote. "Sex slaves should be on their knees."

Instantly, Diana felt a wave of weakness wash through her body. It was followed by a pulse of intense feeling, and her feet buckled under her. Luckily, the carpet was soft, and she landed with her legs splayed, revealing her pussy to the man as her back arched in surprise and shock. The feeling hammered through her in waves, centred between her legs. As her head spun, Diana realised that the clit-band had made good on its unspoken promise. It was squeezing her more tightly, drawing her body into a frenzy of stimulation, trapping her and rendering her helpless. She was gasping, her eyes were wide. Why did it feel so good? How could this be so intense?

The man watched her in satisfaction.

"Oh yeah," he said. "You're a newbie all right. Didn't you know that little band of yours is more than just a punishment? It's a toy too. Every client gets a remote. The shock collars are so the gym can keep you under control, the clit-bands are so that clients can do it. Do you want to see what I can do?"

He hit another button. The band of fabric began to vibrate. Diana had no idea how it did it, but the direct contact with her most sensitive area had the vibrations throbbing through her nerves in an instant. She tried to get up, but her legs were like jelly and she couldn't focus. Her clit was getting hotter, tighter. She could feel the wetness between her legs, the utter despair and the sweet, beautiful powerlessness which had come to dominate her in a single instant.

"Holy fuck," she moaned, "Holy shit."

"Feels good, right?"

He switched it off, and Diana moaned. The sudden lack of sensation right as she had been building to a climax was like a slap in the face. She looked up at him, the man was undoing his pants. His cock sprang forward, already hard.

"You want to cum?" He asked her. "I want you to worship this. Now, I don't mean suck it. I don't mean make it cum. I mean worship it as if it is the most grand thing that you have ever seen. My cock is your whole world for the next hour, and you had better act like it."