After Hours · Bound 2 · Part 1 (1/2)
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I checked that nobody was inside or coming in and locked the door of the diner. I felt a slight jolt of expectation and arousal in my stomach, just as I had every night for the past couple of weeks. This might be the night.
I drew a deep breath and reminded myself that it was actually quite unlikely since we hadn't managed to play her into our bag, even though we had tried every night. The excitement settled down and I was pleased that I managed to control it. I wasn't every night and it was frustrating to harbour a strong arousal without being able to do anything about it.
Once I was sure the door was thoroughly locked, I walked trough the empty diner and entered the kitchen. Judy and Helen waited at the far end, Judy already ready with the flour jar. We were all still dressed in our work clothes, striped short-sleeved knee-high dresses and white frilly bib aprons.
Judy was a couple of years older than Helen and I. Shorter than me or Helen, but still quite impressive to look at. She took pride in compensating her height with every other aspect of her appearance, and did it well. She clearly worked out a lot and used just the right amount of makeup to underline her naturally beauty without ever overdoing it. She was the senior waitress and not afraid to use that honorary title against us at every turn. She wasn't a mean or unpleasant person by any means, but she could be a serious pain in the ass if she wanted to.
Helen was an old friend of mine, we had known each other for years. We had first met through a BDSM dating site and we had dated for a few months without it leading to anything. It was only a couple of years later when I had met her again in a party and had become friends. We weren't an item, but we always found it a fun undercurrent in our friendship that we had indeed had some very kinky sex together in our past.
"All clear?" Judy asked as I closed the kitchen door behind me.
"Empty and locked," I replied and Judy smiled.
She took a generous helping of the flour and the sprinkled it on the floor. While she was doing it, I went to the dry closet and got a handful of raw peas before closing it again. Helen had kneeled down to draw the target rings to the evenly sprinkled flour. Once she was done, Helen came to us and I handed her some peas as well.
Judy had developed the game some time ago and had convinced us to go along with it. The cook and owner of the diner had very early on decided that the waitresses should do all the cleaning and washing after she had finished the day and left, usually about an hour before closing time. As the work was tedious, none of us really wanted to do it and so Judy had invented the game.
The goal was to throw two peas from a distance to the target, where the rings represented 5, 10 and 15 points respectively. Whoever got the most points got to go home, while the two losers would stay behind and do the dirty work.
The first time she had introduced the game, saying that the two losers would be slaves to the winner, both of us had a moment of alarm. To Judy, it had simply meant that the 'slaves' would do the work for the winner, but obviously the word had quite a different meaning to two practising kinksters.
Judy had been quite puzzled about our early reaction to the word, but once she had explained her meaning, we were pretty willing to accept. That, as it soon turned out, had been a huge mistake.
We had not taken into account that she had way more practise than either of us. And as the inventor of the game, Judy had obviously created a game she'd excel in. So every day Judy beat us and we were the suckers left to work for an extra hour.
Now the game commenced once again and Judy threw her two peas, right in the middle of the target. She smiled broadly as she turned to us.
"Looks like another win for me," Judy said. Her smile wasn't malicious and there wasn't any hostility behind the words, but they still felt like daggers in my heart.
Helen threw next. Her first pea landed on 10. She threw again with a different technique and the pea landed right in the middle of the target, but quickly rolled away.
I was next. I wasn't very good at this game, but I had been practising, especially the past couple of weeks. I had been trying to find a good approach to the throw, but my results were more or less random. I flung the first pea high into the air and by some miracle it landed just inside the 15 point zone. Helen clapped a few times, which amused me.
The second pea I decided to throw differently and the pea took a nice arc, landing way short of the target zone. But by some miracle, it kept on rolling towards the centre and didn't stop until it laid rest on the 15 point line. Peas on lines count as points, so I had tied with Judy, the first time I had managed even that.
My insides took another lurch. There was still a chance.
Judy was blissfully unaware of the arousal I was fighting and seemed to be in good spirits about the lucky draw.
"Looks like we're going again, girls," Judy said as she went to pick up the peas. She carefully picked them up, not moving too much flour and the target was still good to go for a second round.
This time Helen took the first turn and threw her peas. The first one landed on 15 and my hopes took a few notches up again. But the second one went over and landed on a five.
"Which one of you goes next?" Helen asked as she walked back from the throwing line.
"Why don't you go next, Ashley. I'll know how much effort I have to put to it if I go last," Judy said and smiled again at me. I started to hate that smile.
I decided to try to go again like the last time, so I let the pea drop well in advance and hopefully roll it to position. But not surprisingly, I completely underestimated the power needed and the pea stopped short of the target. Our chances didn't look too good. I threw the second one just randomly and hit 10.
We were pretty sure to loose, as Judy didn't even have to try very hard to at least draw with Helen. She took the position and threw the first pea. Sure enough, it was full score from the start. But then a miracle happened. Judy didn't get the second throw off clean and the pea went way over the target.
My insides flared up. It was actually happening. Even though I had completely botched my turn at the throw, Helen had miraculously won the fight. Now it was up to Helen to decide if we were really going to go ahead with it. I glanced at her and she winked. My pulse doubled immediately and I fought hard not to let anything show.
Judy didn't seem too worried about the loss and shrugged as she turned to us.
"Oh well, can't win them all, I guess. Looks like you can go home, Helen," Judy said.
"I don't think so," Helen said with a tone that took Judy completely by surprise.
"What do you mean? You won, so me and Ashley have to do the cleaning."
"That's not what our rules say," Helen said. I couldn't but admire her complete confidence as she confronted Judy. I would've been stuttering like crazy.
"Sure it does, that's how we've always done it."
"Yes we have. But the rules say that the losers would be slaves to the winner. And I'm about to show you what it means to the two of us."
"What are you talking about?"
"As our slave, you'll have to do exactly what we tell you to do. You'll have no control over your fate for the next couple of hours and you'll just be our little playtoy."
Judy was clearly not believing what she was hearing. It would be a thorough job to actually get her to submit and I was even more glad Helen was doing all the talking.
"What do you mean yours?" Judy asked and nodded to me. "Ashley lost too."
"Yes, she has the tendency to do that. But we've worked a little alliance against you during all those times we've had to do the cleaning together."
"What? You mean I'm going to have to do all this by myself? Not going to happen!"
"Don't worry. We'll do the cleaning gladly after we're done with you. You'll just have to do exactly what we say, without questioning."
Judy was clearly completely at a loss now. She didn't have the slightest clue what we had in store for her. She looked us for a few moments and then grinned.
"Well, if I don't have to do any cleaning then go for it."
Helen and I exchanged glances and smiled at each other. We got her. Judy had no idea how much she'd come to regret saying that.
"Excellent. Take off your shoes!" Helen said in a commanding tone. I heard from her voice that she was in her dominant headspace. I had subbed for her only a few times, but those times had been memorable.
"What?"
"I said no questions!"
Judy's grin turned into confusion and she shook her head in disbelief.
She kicked her sneakers off and I took them immediately. We had planned for this for so long that I knew exactly what my part would be. I started to take off the shoelaces while Helen moved closer to Judy.
"You have to understand your place, woman," Helen said as she closed in on Judy. "We're calling the shots and there is no part of you that's off limits anymore."
Judy stood still and let Helen get just inches away from her. I noticed that Helens hand was ready to cup Judys nether regions. I was still working on the shoelaces and decided I couldn't watch it anymore. This could mean trouble. I really didn't have a clue if Judy had any sapphic tendencies or not, but we were about to find out.
Sure enough, Judy's voice shot out loudly just a few seconds later.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!!"
The building arousal within me died immediately. It was all over. And thinking about it now, it had always been hopeless. I didn't know what we were thinking in the first place.
Yes, it had been fun to plan for revenge and to fantasise about the kinky things we'd do for her, but it had all depended on actually getting her to consent. We were going to push her, yes, but there was no way we were going to rape the woman. I tried to convince myself that it had been worth the shot, but I knew it really wasn't. It was idiotic and Helen would probably get herself fired for sexual harassment.
But much to my surprise, Helen didn't give up yet. I looked at them and saw that Judy had been taken a few steps away from her, but she didn't seem like she was going to run.
"Look, sister," Helen said firmly. "We've always done everything you've ever told us to when we've lost the game. We've been your slaves to do whatever you wish, so isn't it only fair that you should be held up to the same expectation?"
"I've never asked you to do anything sexual!"
"That's not our fault, now is it?" Helen said. She had slowly moved very close to Judy again. I could see her hand raising up and suddenly she pulled hard on Judys hair.
Judy let out a yelp, but didn't resist as Helen pulled her head back. Helen went right to her ear and whispered softly: "You might like it, you know."
I couldn't hear the whisper, but it was what we had planned she would say. I saw the expression on Judys face change while Helen let go of her hair. Judy then looked hard at me and I turned my head away, pretending like I was still taking off the shoelaces, even though I had finished the job a while ago.
The silence hung in the room. I really didn't want to be there right then, even if I had been excited to make the situation to come true. It had never been like this in my fantasies. She was always the passive victim to who we could do whatever we wanted, but it was obvious now that horny fantasies don't make good plans for real life.
Finally Judy opened her mouth and I was sure we'd be fired, if not worse.
"Fair enough, you win," Judy said. "I guess I'm yours for the taking."
I couldn't believe my ears. I looked back at them and Helen was smiling broadly. She didn't seem to have any misgivings about anything and I equally admired and feared her cold resolve. She looked at Judy like a vegetarian looked at tofu turkey, knowing that Judy was right where she wanted her.
"Bring the shoelaces," Helen said to me without diverting her stare. I went to them, not quite sure what was going to happen. We had planned for a lot of things, but at least it was clear to me now that plans would have to change, even if Judy really was willing to submit. The questions and uncertainties had made sure that my arousal was gone, at least for now.
"You, put your hands behind your back!" Helen said to Judy.
"What?"
"Now!"
Judy hesitated, but complied. It wasn't until now that Helen looked at me.
"You have the laces?" she asked and I nodded. "Good. Would you like to do the honours? And make sure they're tight."
I was more than happy to. Judy had her hands behind her back and I only had to secure them there. The shoelaces weren't very long, so I wrapped the first one around her wrists and used the second one to cinch the tie. I decided to go with it properly, so I pulled the laces as tight as I could. I felt Judy react, but she didn't say anything or pull her hands away.
Once I was done, I took a few steps back.
"Good," Helen said as she moved right to Judy again. "Let's see what we have here…"
Helens hands started to lift Judys skirt and this caused the reaction I had expected when I had tied her hands. Judy took a step back and yelled: "What the hell are you doing now?!!"
"I'm getting really sick of this. Ashley, come and help me!"
I moved to action and helped Helen to tackle Judy face first over the counter right behind her. I wouldn't have been able to do anything by myself, but Helens confidence had made me decide that I would follow her lead, whatever it might be.
Judy was now bent face down on the counter so that her feet were on the floor, revealing her ass to us. Helen seemed to enjoy the view as she raised Judy's dress to reveal the short stretch pants we wore under our dresses.
Amidst fluent protests, Helen pulled the pants down to her knees without any ceremony. What this revealed, was Judys firm, round and outright delicious buttocks. What it didn't reveal was any underwear.
"Naughty girl," Helen said with a big grin. "Naughty, naughty. What will we use to gag you now?"
Judy was about to say something, but Helen quieted her down with a couple of firm slaps across her buttocks. Judy got the message and remained silent.
"I guess we'll have to use Ashleys, then," Helen said and turned to me while her hand massaged Judy's buttocks. I immediately followed the lead by dropping down my pants and panties with one swoop. As the air touched my now exposed nether regions, I realised that I had actually worked myself to a pretty aroused state in spite of my uncertainties.
I picked up my panties from the floor and handed them to Helen. She immediately rolled them to a small ball and pulled Judy back on her feet.
"Open wide," Helen said as she held the panties right in front of Judys face.
"Look, I'm game with whatever you want to do with me, but I'd really rather not be gagged!" Judy said and Helen smiled at me.
"How sweet. Unfortunately you'll find that what you want has nothing to do with anything anymore."
Helen pinched Judys pussy lips and twisted them sharply. Judy let out a huge yelp and found the panties in her mouth sooner than she had finished processing the pain. Helen immediately pushed her mouth shut and started to look around.
"Now, what should we use to keep those in?" Helen wondered aloud and I started to look for something as well. I was thinking that maybe I'd find some tape, but Helen got an idea before I had found any.
"Hey, Ashley. You remember the red waist aprons that we wore around Christmas? Get me one of those, we can use it as a cleave gag."
I nodded and ran to our small locker room and got an apron that was hanging on the wall. I rolled the hem of the apron around the waistline while I walked back to Judy and Helen.
Judy didn't seem to like her predicament one bit, but I decided not to care. We were so deep into it already that we might as well go the distance. Helens hands were full as she was holding Judys love mound with her other hand and Judys mouth with the other, I put the coiled apron on Judys mouth.
"Now, will you open your mouth one more time like a good girl, or should I incentivise you some more?" Helen asked as she moved her hand away from her mouth. Judy didn't think twice about it and opened her mouth. She didn't even try to push out the panties, but accepted the apron fabric between her teeth without any resistance.
Helen then took over as she grabbed either end of the apron and used them to pull Judy to a standing position. She then started to loop the apron around Judys head. The apron strings were long enough so that Helen had to do several turns, each pass adding more fabric into Judys mouth. Finally she reached the end of the strings and tied off the gag.
Once it was done, Judys mouth was forced about as open as it would go. The gag looked really brutal as Helen had really pulled it tight. Judy looked miserable, but I was completely taken by a rush of arousal. It was probably the most exciting thing I had ever seen and I ached to touch my privates.
"I think that turned out pretty well," Helen said as she admired her handiwork. "Guess we don't have to listen to her bitching for awhile."
Helen then moved in right next to Judy and outstretched her tongue. She then proceeded to lick Judy’s face, slowly and deliciously. I was already about to blow my socks off when Helen turned to me and asked if I’d like to have a go.
I slowly moved as close to Judy as Helen was and stuck out my tongue. I pressed it tightly to Judy’s cheek and marvelled at the feeling. Her skin was warm from blushing and straining and I could feel each detail better than I could’ve imagined. The thing that made my juices flow even more was the feeling of the fabric of her gag. I could feel how tightly it gnawed at her cheeks and how well it was doing what it was designed to do.
I stepped back, licking my lips as her taste still lingered. Helen smiled at me and I could see that she was thoroughly enjoying my commitment to the proceedings.
“Maybe it’s time to introduce our little game to her, don’t you think?” Helen said, not really asking a question. “There should be a bunch of zip ties in that cupboard we can use to tie her legs.”
I was still a little dazed from the sensations, but sprung into action. The zip ties had always been part of the plan, so I didn’t have to look for them. I grabbed a handful of the ties and handed them to Helen.
“Now, be a good girl and bend over the counter like before. I’m sure we don’t have to force you this time around,” Helen said in a tone that was almost too sweet to believe.
Judy just glared at Helen, but bent over the counter on her own just before Helen was about to tackle her. Helen patted her behind as a reward and then kneeled down. She forcefully pushed Judy's legs and ankles together and then proceeded to fasten them together.
While Helen was working with the zip ties, I couldn’t help but lean back on the opposite counter and take in the scene. I couldn’t believe that what was happening was actually happening. It was almost like a scene right from my wildest fantasies and I couldn’t help but take my hand to my crotch and give myself a few desperately needed caresses.
I didn’t want to come just yet, but the temptation seemed almost too great. I closed my eyes as my hand started to work my clitoris more forcefully. In an instant I didn’t care about the plan anymore. My insides screamed for release and I was determined to oblige.
But I snapped out of it immediately when I felt a strong slap on the hand that was doing the deed. I opened my eyes and saw Helen standing in front of me, not looking pleased.
After Hours · Bound 2 · Part 1 (1/2)
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