The man forgot to mention a couple of details

On her way back to the bar, a couple of older men did a double take as she walked past them with her breasts bouncing. She had sort of gotten used to being topless just now, but that brought attention to it, and she felt like covering up, but resisted, keeping her hands by her sides. There wasn’t really much point now anyway.

“The hands-free challenge?” the barman asked before she even got there.

Naomi nodded in defeat and he came around the bar. It looked like he was already prepared. He approached with the platter that was connected to a belt, a pair of handcuffs on top of it, the little chains rattled around as he carried them. He left it on the bar and went back around for something else, reappearing a moment later with a pair of black high heels.

Naomi gulped. “Nobody mentioned those.”

“It’s part of the challenge, I’m afraid.” He gave her a wry smile.

She stared daggers at the blonde man, who raised his glass to her.

“It’ll be easier if you put the heels on first,” the barman said. “Then I’ll sort the rest out.”

Naomi huffed, then crouched and slipped her foot into the first one. Damn they were uncomfortable, they must have been at least four inches high. She slipped the buckle on then did the other one and stood to her full height, immediately feeling the difference in her posture.

The barman placed the platter against her waist, pulling the belt around her tight and buckling it. Then he lifted both the chains and connected them to her collar.

“Hands behind your back,” he ordered as he took the handcuffs from the platter.

Naomi complied immediately, and she felt a little horny as they were clasped to the first wrist, then she was cuffed to the other one. Her heart raced at the thought of being restrained, being a little helpless.

When he was done with the handcuffs, the barman walked back around, admiring her from the front, before cupping his hand under one of her breasts.

“Hey, what are you doing?” she snapped.

“I guess he forgot to tell you that too. The customers are allowed to have a feel while you serve them.”

Naomi glared over as the blonde man raised his glass again, this time having a drink after.

“His table have just ordered.”