Story: Dating Serviced, part 4

Author: Abe Froman

The following story is a work of fiction. It contains scenes of an adult nature, so if you are under 18, stop reading now. This story contains explicit sexual language and fantasies involving the mental and physical control of others. If you are offended by such activities, do not read any further. This is purely a fantasy. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead is purely coincidental. The author is not responsible for any damage resulting from reading this work. It is written with thanks to Ms. Fraser for her input and enthusiasm.

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Jackie’s mind was spinning, and not just because she had been hit hard by a powerful orgasm. The feeling of her own juices trickling down the insides of her thighs as she knelt before a virtual stranger was certainly another concrete example of how different this weekend was from, say, every other weekend in her life.

Breathing deep, she tried to confirm for herself that all of this was really happening. She was dressed in high-heeled patent leather boots, lace trimmed stockings, a tiny skirt that barely covered anything (even less than usual with her in this position) as it was laced and stretched around her hips and a tight leather waist cincher was pushing her breasts high while giving her even more of an hourglass figure. Hell, she hadn’t even gotten used to the D cups she now had and they seemed even larger now. In the name of decency her nipples were covered with an X of black tape and a tight sheer top stretched over her torso. The latest accessory was the most alarming to her – she wore a black leather collar around her neck and there was a leash clipped to it. She was leashed like an animal.

Holding her leash was SirMaxx, the man she’d met for the first time just minutes ago and before that just a name on her computer screen. His first words to her had made her cumm instantly. The pleasure had been building in her all day. It was a lust and need that had grown with each small command he’d given her, with each piece of clothing she had stretched onto her body. With every little way that she’d been a good girl.

But as this handsome man looked down at her with a smile and a tug at her leash, part of her still couldn’t believe it. She did want to see more of what was going on at this strange nightclub, but he’d said that he wanted to show her off as well. Oh god, but look at her, she was barely covered at all, and she felt sluttier than naked. Could she really be doing this? His words still rang in her ears – he wanted to show what a good girl she was. It sent a hot shiver through her. Before tonight she had felt the wonderful emotion caused by just seeing those words on her computer screen. Hearing them spoken aloud was something exponentially better – a sense of happiness, lust, satisfaction and pure joy seemed to emanate from her core and out through every pore.

If she was a good girl for dressing this way, how could it be wrong? Maybe she looked like a whore but she wasn’t alone in this club it seemed. Plus it was clearly bringing SirMaxx pleasure, not to mention a few others she saw staring rather obviously at her. If being a good girl meant following this beautiful man at the end of his leash, her purse heavy with lewd toys and devices, seeing new and amazing things while being on display as a pure sexual object of desire then that was all she needed.

Jackie lifted herself back onto her feet, steadying herself on Maxx’s offered arm. Once she was balanced on the heels he moved off in front of her leaving her to follow the guidance of her leash. They moved slowly and she was able to drink in the sights and sounds that surrounded them. At one table there was a woman wearing little more than a leather thong with metal cuffs holding her wrists tight behind her while more than one man slowly and intimately inspected her breasts. Down a little farther, on a small wooden chair was a woman bound securely with bright white rope squirming and moaning into a gag while at least two visible vibrators hummed over her flesh while an audience of men and women watched and cheered.

Even more eyes were directed up at the club’s small stage where two incredibly beautiful women, both blindfolded, were making their way towards each other with slow guided steps and hands cautiously outstretched. They were dressed in identical but differently colored bikinis that appeared to be made of some kind of shimmering plastic – one in white the other in bright pink. Once they found each other their hands and mouths leapt to action, kissing and groping with a palpable hunger. Jackie was frozen in rapt attention watching them. They were so beautiful and the lights glistened on their skin, sparkling as they moved in their lust-driven dance. Jackie felt her eyes searching over them, following each line and curve of their bodies and they intertwined.

A soft tug at her leash woke her from her reverie and she looked up at SirMaxx with a flushed smile. As she continued to walk behind him she was aware of a refreshed warmth and wetness between her thighs. She knew that without any panties it would continue to trickle down to mark and stain her stockings, but she was helpless to stop it.

She was led over to a booth and Maxx sat. She waited beside him, still standing, until he indicated with a hand gesture that she should kneel beside him. Together, with his hand in her hair caressing her they continued to watch the two women on stage and started to idly chat.

“Tell me Jacquelyn,” he said, “have you spent a lot of time in clubs like this, dressed like you are now? And please be honest – you could only disappoint me by trying to tell me what you think I want to hear.”

“No Sir, this is very new to me.”

“I see,” he smiled, “and do you like it?”

“Ohhh yesss,” she found herself nearly purring, “It’s so amazing, Sir. I can’t believe all the things that are happening here, all the fascinating outfits, and…” She paused, embarrassed by her own thoughts.

“Continue, sweet girl.”

“Well, Sir, it feels so strange, but to feel the people here looking at me, seeing me in the way that I’ve dressed for you – part of me feels so embarrassed, but even more I’m feeling a kind of joy at it, feeling their lusts transferred to me. Knowing that it makes you, and them, happy to see me like this… well, it makes me genuinely happy too, Sir.”

Maxx smiled, “I’m very glad to hear that, Jacquelyn, and it does make me very happy to see you like this. You’re a very good girl to follow your instructions so perfectly.”

Hearing those words, pleasure washed over her like an ocean wave. She seemed barely able to keep herself upright. She knew that the changes she’d made with the Dating Service profile was causing this, but any regret and worry about it were worlds away at this moment.

Their discussion paused with the approaching climax on stage. Neither woman had any of their bikini left intact though they both remained blindfolded. They were kissing each other hard and each had at least two fingers pumping into the other’s cunt. They were both clearing reaching the edge, and their bodies were grinding together as they slid down, first to their knees, then all the way to the surface of the stage. With fingers and mouths searching they guided themselves into a 69 position. Within minutes of tongues finding their opposing pussies, both were screaming and writhing under the affect of their orgasms. Jackie couldn’t turn away until after they recovered and were let off opposite sides of the stage, still without seeing each other.

Jackie found herself licking her lips then blushing deeply as she observed Maxx noticing her reaction. She lowered her eyes to the floor.

“Sweet Jacquelyn, you don’t have to try to hide what pleases you,” he comforted her. “So, you’ve said that you enjoy the feeling that you get when others get to see how good you look, especially in outfits that suit you as perfectly as this one?”

All Jackie could do was nod, her eyes down, seeing the curves of her enlarged breasts, still so new to her. She could feel her nipples stiffly straining at the tape covering them.

“And I seem to recall from your profile that you’ve also got a lovely little attachment to certain personal entertainment devices?” he half-asked, a smile growing on his lips.

She silently cursed her own imagination – what had inspired her to include things like that? “Yes, Sir,” she whispered in response.

“Good,” he answered through a full smile, “because the stage is open now, and I want you to show everyone here that you’ve been a very good girl. Would you like that?” He rose from the booth and moved towards the stage, pausing as her leash swayed slowly in an arc between his hand and her collar. “Would you, Jacquelyn? Would you like everyone to see what a good girl you are?”

Her mind fought with the sensations that were causing her body to tingle from head to toe. She wasn’t this kind of woman, was she? She had just wanted a date with a nice man, then maybe to tease a few that were ignoring her in favor of big-breasted bimbos – not to hand herself over to someone for pleasure, with an audience no less. But the radiating feeling between her legs only grew. If she could take this step, think what a good girl she would be, and how pleased he would be with her. She started to allow herself to think about it more, imagining all those eyes on her, just the way hers had been on those two women just moments ago. The whole club’s lust and desire and pleasure would be flowing to her. There was no other choice.

“Yes Sir, I’d like that very much.” She rose to follow him, and he led her up onto the stage. With her first step into the circle of light the applause and cheers rang out. She could barely see anything with the light bright in her eyes, but she could certainly hear them and feel their presence. SirMaxx had found a chair and he sat down near her as she stood in the centre of the stage. There was a microphone in his hand, and his questions for her rang out throughout the club.

“Are you a good girl, Jacquelyn?”

“Yes, Sir, I try to be.”

“Do you think you’re dressed like a good girl?”

“I’m dressed like a slut, Sir, but it’s because you asked me to.” Saying the word slut out loud made it even more real. Her answer generated a smile from Maxx and a good laugh from the crowd.

“I see. Tell me, Jacquelyn, is that a purse you have there?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Give it to me.” She slipped it off her shoulder and handed it to him. He promptly opened it up and unceremoniously dumped its contents onto the stage. The toys he’d commanded her to carry rattled out for all to see, mortifying her. There was her obscenely large bright orange dildo, an equally bright pink butt plug and a large white ball gag. “Are these your toys, Jacquelyn?”

She could feel the pounding of her heart rising up in her throat. She felt her face burn red. A raucous mixture of laughter and rude comments were being offered by those watching her, but all she could see was the light in her eyes.

“Yes Sir, those are my toys.” Whoops of pleasure from the crowd.

“If they are yours, my dear, they must fit you. Is that correct?”

Oh god, he wouldn’t. “Yes, Sir, I suppose so.”

“Be a good girl, Jacquelyn, and show us how well they fit.” He gathered up the gag and held it out to her. Then he and the suddenly hushed crowd waited.

Jackie’s hands were shaking as she took the gag from him, but deep down she knew that she wanted this as much as he did. It was a desire she felt so deeply that it seemed inconceivable she might not have felt it days ago. Guiding her fingers to the leather straps she maneuvered the large rubber ball between her lips and started to push it into her mouth. She had to open wide to get it past her teeth and even then she had to work it in slowly, feeling it compress before it popped in. She finished by buckling it securely behind her head. She made sure it was tight, and felt the ball in her mouth pull even further back and stretch her lips. She felt even more helpless and submissive now but at the same time she got a wave of pleasure imagining how the white gag might look against her bright red lipstick.

With her mouth wide and full, her eyes lifted back up to Maxx. Now in his hand was the ominous looking plug. She took it from him, and looked at it fearfully. She’d never tried this before, and it certainly seemed a bit large compared to the opening it was supposed to fill. She noticed a bit of gleam on it and she realized that while she had been busy he had mercifully given it a thin coating of some kind of lubricant.

“On all fours, pet, and face your bottom to your fans,” he instructed.

She carefully complied. She waist cincher held her tight as she moved but she managed to get herself settled on her hands and knees. Her ridiculously short skirt was giving the crowd behind her a very good view, even before she felt Maxx hike her skirt up her hips and to her waist, baring her bottom completely, and then urging her thighs wider open.

“Go ahead, pet, show us how a good girl uses her toys,” his voice was a throaty whisper in her ear.

She reached back with her right hand, and guided the soft tip of the plug to her tight rosebud. She could hear the crowd growing more enthusiastic – of course they had a much better view of what was happening than she did. She could only imagine how it looked, her on all fours, her thighs spread, her hairless pussy and ass exposed for all to see. And even now she could feel the warm wetness of her cunt, announcing to all how aroused she was.

She started to push the plug into herself, and she felt her body stretching to accept it, feeling how rapidly it seemed to widen. She moaned into her gag with the strange aching, but she couldn’t stop. The excitement of showing herself off to a leering audience was intoxicating, and added to her level of pleasure that was easily keeping pace with the discomfort. She could hear them, unseen in the darkness, shouting out hoots of encouragement. Finally, with a moan that her gag barely stifled, she felt the plug slide fully in, its contours firmly held now by her body. She knew that all that could be seen of it now was the plug’s wide pink base between her firm ass cheeks. There was a loud cheer to celebrate the accomplishment.

SirMaxx’s touch and a tug at her collar urged her back up onto her feet. She moved slowly and carefully. Now she had not only the high heeled boots to contend with, but also the very strange sensation of the plug feeling so deep and full inside of her. She couldn’t make a move without being aware of it. Maxx pointed towards the chair, and she sat. The plug pushed even deeper and if the waist cincher wasn’t controller her posture already, this surely would. She was drooling around the gag. The sensations from her body and the flood of new experiences and emotions was driving her to a new level of lust, and it was evident to all that saw her. Not only was her pussy glistening and flush but her eyes had a glazed look of need about them.

Maxx guided her forwards in the chair and guided her thighs apart with a smile. “Don’t hide, pet, show off your beauty. Now the last one.” With that, he handed her the eight-inch dildo.

She took it eagerly. By now she was dying to have something inside her hungry cunt. Also, facing the crowd, she felt much more able to act out her part as an exhibitionist slut, a whore eager to show her brazen need as well as her obedience. She teased herself with the dildo, sliding the brightly colored toy between her lips, feeling it drag over her perked clit. Only once she felt her juices coat it from top to bottom and heard the approval of her audience did she guide it into her silky folds. She took her time, her eyes drifting closed with the pure heavenly sensation of it, starting a pattern of pushing it in two inches, then back out one.

She must have been getting a bit too enthusiastic as her body edged closer and closer to release, because Maxx whispered a caution in her ear, “Don’t fuck it, pet, just put it inside.” Even that minor amount of chastisement hit her hard; she feared that she might have disappointed him and she summoned the strength to postpone her orgasm and she slowly pushed the dildo the rest of the way into her, until only its base was visible. With her legs spread this way, her two holes were both now filled with brightly colored toys.

Maxx surprised her by taking out what seemed to be a harness made of leather straps. First it went around her waist like a belt, buckling tight. The second strap was fasted to the first and dangled down from the front. Max stood her up, and pulled it down between her legs and back up behind her. Her eyes widened in a jolt and her gag stifled yet another moan as he pulled it tightly upwards. It pushed at both toys, teasing them tightly into her, and pulled between her ass cheeks. She felt him fasten a buckle at the back of the harness’s belt.

Satisfied that the toys weren’t going anywhere, he pulled her skirt down over her hips once more. The harness belt was clearly visible above it. To complete her submission, he guided her arms back behind her and she felt soft but strong leather cuffs lock around her wrists.

With that complete, he kissed her on the lips, opening his mouth to match her lips as they stretched around the gag. The guests were on their feet, laughing and cheering, and Maxx was trying to restrain a very wide smile as he led Jackie proudly off the stage.

“You’re a very good girl, Jacquelyn, and you’ve made me proud and very happy. A very good girl indeed.”

She nearly came, and she did wobble visibly. She wanted to cum so badly. She felt the movement of the toys with each stride. Now that she was out of the spotlight the club was visible to her once more and the anonymous roars had been transformed into men’s and women’s facings smiling and staring at her. She’d never been this hot before, this wet – nectar was dripping around the dildo and trailing down her thighs. She could even smell it. God, every single person here knew she was doubly stuffed with sex toys. They were all looking at her with lust in their hearts. As Jackie’s eyes darted from one face to another, she knew in her heart that there wasn’t anyone here she wouldn’t fuck right now for release.

But she was led back to the booth and once again kneeled at SirMaxx’s feet. He ordered a drink and for the next few minutes she was forced to simmer with growing need as he accepted the congratulation of appreciative onlookers who would stop by the table. What made it worse for Jackie was that as she was kneeling on the floor she was eye level with the bulging trousers of the men and the short fragrant skirts of the women.

Finally she couldn’t take it any longer. She started to rub herself against his legs, both to bring herself some sensation by attempting to grind her full pussy against his shins and to tempt him with the smooth touch of her full breasts against him.

He smiled down at her, “Hungry, my pet?”

She moaned and nodded urgently.

“We’d better feed you then, shouldn’t we?”

Again, nodding was all she could do to communicate her need.

He reached behind her head and she felt the gag loosened, then removed from her mouth. Her lips were wet with drool, and she swallowed, blushing. He reached down, guiding her closer to him but leaving her wrists cuffed behind her. Then his hands moved to his own trousers. In seconds, his stiff cock sprung out before her, only inches from her mouth.

She didn’t need a single word of instruction. She wiggled closer in between his spread thighs and quickly sucked it in. She suckled at his significant cock with earnest need and desire, her head bobbing. As he grew even harder in the warmth of her mouth she was making loud slurps, as without the use of her hands she had only suction and the position of her body to keep the hot shaft in her mouth. Each moan of pleasure that escaped his lips or twitch of his cock sent a complementary flush of pleasure through Jackie’s body. It also helped that the toys inside her cunt and bottom were being tightly gripped by her muscles as she worked her lips and tongue up and down. Even the tight full feeling the plug gave her was wonderful as her body took tight hold of it.

After a few minutes of her ministrations, she was glistening with sweat and she felt him twitch and his muscles tighten. She prepared herself for his release by sucking him deep into her mouth, waiting to feel the hot cum in her mouth. Maxx had other intentions, however, and he pulled back leaving her looking up at him with wide eyes and a wide mouth. He took his full wet cock in his hand as his cum exploded from him, shooting it over her lips, face and breasts. She felt the hot ropey cum land on her cheeks and just under her left eye. He was shaking with the last of his spasms as she sucked him back into her mouth. Tasting the salty cum on her tongue and knowing she was marked with it, she heard his words come out with a guttural moan, “Good girl, very good girl. Come for me my good girl.”

She came hard, her body one tight writhing knot of muscles from head to toe, gripping the toys inside her. She kept her jaws from closing on his cock, but her instinctive suckling milked him dry. With all three holes filled, she rode the orgasm as long as she could, feeling his hands in her hair, stroking her as the waves crashed over and over.

As she recovered, he released her wrists from the cuffs and lifted her up on to the seat beside him. She felt his arm around her as she came down from the high, and she used her fingers and tongue to lap up his drying cum from her face.

Even after the heavenly moments she spent in his embrace, she still felt flushed as he led her out of the club. He kissed her warmly as he bundled her into a cab.

“Take care, my sweet Jacquelyn. I will be getting in contact with you again soon. You’re not only a very good girl, but you were the sexiest pet in the club tonight. Be good, and be well. You will serve me again soon.” His smile was contagious, and as the cab pulled away from the curb, she felt aglow.

As she got farther from the club and the natural high of her orgasm faded, reality sank back in. The events of the evening were racing through her head. She recalled her own actions in disbelief. It seemed like a dream or a drug induced haze – that seemed the only way to explain how she had acted. There was no denying it though – she was still dressed like a whore, with cum stains on her sheer top. And, as she shifted in the cab’s back seat, she was very much still buckled full of toys. She’d been told she could remove them when she got home, but that the harness and the toys were the last things she was to remove. Even the black X’s on her nipples had to come off first.

It was another shock to her – even with her full post-orgasm awareness of the strange and shameless nature of her behavior, even feeling near crippling embarrassment each time the cabbie glanced in his rear-view mirror – she knew she’d obey her instructions, and she knew that it would feel delicious to do so. Her head dropped in her hands as the realization of what this dating service had done to her, or what she’d done to her self, sank in.

When she finally got home, she was mentally and physically exhausted. Peeling the tight clothing from her body seemed to take forever, especially as her pussy and ass had to wait to be emptied until it was all done. She took a deep breath, rejoicing as she unzipped waist cincher. She was staggering in a daze of near sleep by the time she carefully peeled the tape free of her stiff nipples. In the bathroom she tugged and eased the toys from her body, and as she feared, she was filled with the pleasure of knowing that she was a good girl who had followed her instructions, and she gripped the sink tightly as another orgasm rolled over her.

She was able to stumble to the bed and collapsed naked onto it. She was asleep in seconds.

Jackie’s head was cloudy when she awoke, but the smell of her own sweat and sex was a quick reminder of the way she spent the previous day. When she finally did find the energy to open her eyes, she was shocked at the time. She’d slept away half of her Sunday. Her new sex drive was also telling her that it was a long time since she’d cum. She resolved to fight her urges at least long enough to check the computer once more. Maybe her profile was unlocked by now, and she’d be able to put a stop to this. Well, at least some of it. The strange bounce and weight of her new breasts were certainly still new to her, but she was starting to really enjoy them as she felt the air move over them and her nipples quickly crinkle.

“These will be tough to explain at work, that’s for sure,” she told herself. It took a split second for her thoughts to ricochet through various thought paths and connections before it hit her. Work, the dating service, Sharon. Fuck.

She needed to call her, warn her, something. She didn’t know what to say. She hoped for some good luck – maybe she’d be able to change herself back, and Sharon won’t have done anything, and everything would be okay. Sure, it could happen. Her computer was finally warmed up.

With a ping, there was an email from Sharon. Jackie took a deep breath, working up the nerve to open it. She gathered up her resolve, still hanging on to some optimism, and double-clicked.

As soon as she’d read it, she knew it was worse than she’d thought. The tone that Sharon had used was so strange, so out of place. She’d never heard anything like if from such a meek girl. After all, as much as they were friends, it always seemed to linger that Sharon could never be completely free or open, since at the end of the workday she had to report to Jackie. Now, however, her tone was commanding, and it had struck at the core of Jackie’s new lusts and needs. She was fighting her emotions, trying to force out the mental image of herself kneeling at Mistress Sharon’s feet.

It was a losing battle, and she knew it. After all, as these thoughts were spinning through her mind she was already showered, perfumed and in her car halfway to Sharon’s house, dressed only in a short pleated miniskirt and a cropped low-cut tank top. A dufflebag full of freshly cleaned and battery filled sex toys sat on the seat beside her. And as much as she fought it, she couldn’t get there fast enough.

TO BE CONTINUED

Dating Serviced, part 5