First shift at the bondage shop

Heather turned and left the room, leaving her four employees to undress. Tamra and Daren helped each other out of their restraints, then their swimsuits. Alyssa looked away as she saw Darren's dick.

Tamara threw off her single item of clothing and then came over to Alyssa. "Here, lets help get you out of those clothes."

Alyssa couldn't exactly stop her so just stood there. "Oh. Uh, do I have to be naked?"

"Yup. We only wear out restraints. Swimsuits detract from the merchandise. Plus, the store across from us sells swimsuits, and we wouldn't want to give them free advertising."

"I guess that makes sense."

Alyssa saw Darren in the corner of her eye, talking to Claire, who seemed to currently be untying her sling bikini from something behind her. As she turned around, Alyssa could see that the swimsuit was completely backless, as the top of the suit ended in straps which were tied around some gold hoop piercings embedded in her shoulders.

"Is that girl alright?" Alyssa asked as she felt her arms shake free.

"Yeah, its her kink or something probably. Her pain tolerance must be through the roof. Some of those piercings would hurt like hell."

"I'd hate to be her at an airport," Alyssa joked.

"Oh yeah, TSA would have a field day."

Alyssa was let out of her leotard by now, and watched as Tamara deposited it with her bikini bottom in a locked cupboard.

"Please tell me I get to cover back up again," Alyssa asked as she covered herself with her hands."

Tamara looked into the adjacent locker. "Sorry. Doesn't look like it. And you won't be able to cover yourself either."

"Why"

Tamara took out an item from the locker. It was a latex box binder with an attached hood. When put on, it would bring Alyssa's arm's behind her in a boxtie.

"Oh yay, more armbinders."

"Hey, armbinders are cool!" Darren called out from across the room. Claire gave a thumbs up at that statement. She then finished untying her swimsuit.

"What are you wearing?" Alyssa asked Tamara.

Tamara looked into another locker. "Body harness with cuffs by the looks of things."

"Hood?" Darren asked.

"I think so."

"Fuck. That means I have to talk to customers."

"Sucks to be you. At least you don't have to dress them."

"I guess I can do neither of those things?" Alyssa asked.

"Nope. You don't have a gag, it seems."

Alyssa was disappointed. The one item she actually wanted she couldn't wear.

Claire looked into her locker and pulled out a bunch of rope, a blindfold and a set of instructions. She had a read of the instructions, then looked down at herself. Now that she was fully naked, Alyssa could see some more piercings. There were obviously several nipple and breasts ones, but there were also a plethora of piercings around her vagina that were stretching it open and leaving it dilated.

"Oh good heavens," Alyssa muttered as she looked away.

Claire laughed through her gag. She took the rope with her and walked out onto the shop floor.

"Ok, lets get you into your outfit, then go put you on display," Tamara said, turning to Alyssa.

"Put me on display?"

"It's easier to show you. Or rather, feel you, since you'll be hooded."

Alyssa sighed. "Might as well get on with it then."

She brought her hands behind her back, where they were promptly grabbed by Tamara and **** into an uncomfortable box tie, each hand gripping the opposite forearm. The box binder slid on over top, and was intricately laced and zipped up. It wasn't as uncomfortable as Alyssa expected, and had the secondary effect of pushing her chest out further and correcting her posture. The hood part slid on over her head next, her short hair disappearing underneath the latex. It was also laced and zipped down to meet the laces of the binder, and then a posture collar was applied over top and locked, preventing the removal of either part of the outfit. Now Alyssa was completely naked from below the shoulders, which did feel a bit odd. She felt Tamara pushing each of her feet into stiletto heels.

"This outfit does feel a bit weird," Alyssa noted.

"You'll get used to it. Now, I need to get dressed, then I can help get you mounted."

"Can't you get dressed after I...wait, mounted?" Alyssa could only stand there while Tamara dressed herself in her own restraints. Her body harness framed her form nicely, and pulled the straps tight to the where her skin bulged around the edges. A vibrator was slotted in before the crotch rope strap was buckled shut. Matching stiletto heels joined the harness. The hood and collar went on next, which, like Alyssa's personal hood, had removable blindfold and gag parts, but they were applied, and once Tamara attached her cuff chain to the hooks on the hips, her hands were unable to reach high enough to remove the hood's panels.

Darren had got dressed by this point. He wore an outfit similar to Alyssa's but without the heels. He wandered out onto the shop floor after Claire.

Tamara reached behind her to find Alyssa's hips, where she blindly lead her onto the shop floor. Alyssa carefully followed, wondering what mess she was about to get herself into.

Alyssa felt soft carpet underneath her shoes, and then was led up to a wooden plinth.

"Mmm mm mmm mm," Tamara mumbled.

"I totally understood that," Alyssa replied.

"She says you need to mount the dildo," Darren called out from across the room.

"What?" Alyssa was shocked. She wasn't particularly sure she wanted to mount anything. "I don't want to mount anything in public!"

"Okay, tell that to Heather."

Alyssa sighed. Darren was right. She had agreed to do this. And besides, her head was covered, no-one would know it was her. Alyssa moved around until she felt something cold brush against her crotch. It was too high to simply slide onto, so she stood on her tiptoes, even more than what she currently was with her heels. The tip of the dildo was still too high.

"I can't reach!" Alyssa sighed. She then felt Tamara hoisting her up further so that she could slide over top and slide onto the lubed member.

"Ahh!" Alyssa let out a moan as the dildo slid into her. She reached the bottom of it, and realised that her feet only just touched the floor. Essentially she wasn't going to be able to get back off the dildo without help.

A few moments after coming to rest on the dildo, it sprung to life and started vibrating. Alyssa let out another series of gasps, and Tamara giggled through her gag.

Unseen to Alyssa, Claire had also been put on display, but in a slightly different manner. She was attached to a box frame in the middle of the shop. The rope that secured her ran through the hoops pierced along the backs of her fingers, and twisted around similar bands of a bigger size down her arm. The ropes eventually tied off individually around the piercings that were around her vagina. The legs were tied similarly, except they twisted around her back and were tied off on her various mouth piercings and gag. A dildo had been slotted into her ring gag, but here eyes were still unblocked, making her the only employee capable of seeing. She squirmed happily in her restraints. Her hands were completely free, but she was still unable to use them to free herself.

One last job left to do, Tamara took the spare gag from her locker and took it over to Heather, who sat at the desk, her latex clad legs up on the counter.

"Ah Tamara, I will need you to free my hands from these mitts while you're at it. As much as I love them, I will not be able to operate the till with them on."

Tamara placed the gag down on the desk and reached out to find Heather's mitt-covered hands.

"Although, I wouldn't mind manning the floor today, to give Alyssa a friendly face. That would mean that I could stay in the mitts and forgo the gag. You would be **** to man the counter though. I know its not your favorite job though, so I'll let you pick. Do you want to be on the floor or behind the counter?