The party

Will was already extremely uncomfortable in his bondage, and he hadn't served a single drink yet. He hated these heels, and this gag. The armbinder pulled on his shoulders and thrust his tits out, but the worst, the absolute worst, was those fucking clamps.

His tray was loaded now, expensive champagne flutes filled with even more expensive champagne weighted it down. Every step made it bounce just slightly. Not enough to spill the contents, just enough to tug the infernal clamps down.

When he got free he was going to give Mina a piece of his mind. How the hell could she fantasize about being treated like this? Because it was clear they were having two different experiences. Mina looked blissed out of her mind, she was practically floating around of the room, high on her own arousal.

Finally the actual event started. He was just supposed to walk around the lobby, letting guests grab a glass or set an empty one down. If he ran out he'd come back for more, otherwise he was just supposed to stay out there. Ok, here goes. It was good that he'd spent the morning practicing because it was not easy to keep the tray steady as he weaved between guests while others tried to take or remove glasses from it. It was stressful, but time seemed to fly as he focused on the job at hand. He was so focused in fact that he nearly forgot about the intruder in his pussy and the clamps on his nipples.

Almost until he saw her...Vivi saw him and walked over, "Such a pretty little slut!" She was positively beaming, "I'd love a glass. Thank you." She sent him off with a pat on his ass. Unfortunately even though the organizers had said they weren't to be touched, he wasn't exactly in a position to protest. He just wanted to get far away from Vivi, and fast. That was a bad move, because he stepped without looking and bumped into someone else. Not only did he knock her down, he also spilled all the remaining glasses on his tray. Some even fell on the poor woman he knocked down. He couldn't even apologize with the gag in his mouth.

Her friends helped her up and she glared at him. She was elderly, maybe 80 or more, but she had a fire in her eyes. She pointed a finger at him, "You'd better watch where you're going! I hope they dock all your pay for that incident. Do you know how much this dress costs? More than you'll make in your lifetime! A klutz like you shouldn't be serving, you need to be punished. I know they planned some entertainment for later, I wish they'd bring you up onstage and teach you some manners, that would be entertaining!" She stormed off and Will was frozen in place. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Her wish was unavoidable, but still part of him hoped that if he did a good job he could mitigate it somehow. Unfortunately he never had a chance, a manager came out to admonish him. The manager undid the serving tray and handed it off to another employee, then grabbed the chains dangling from his nipples and pulled him along as if it were a leash. He struggled to keep up with the manager's fast pace and had tears running down his face by the time they stopped, "Nico!" The manager called out, "Change in plans. I've got a slut that needs to be punished, be sure to put on a good show!" Will paled in dread, who was Nico, and what was going to happen to him? For the millionth time he cursed Mina for getting him into this mess. She was his friend, he trusted and supported her, but she owed him big time.