THE GIG

I pulled the clip from my hair and sat down with a smile, exhausted. I'd worked hard all day and it was time for my reward: curling up in front of the television for the night. I kicked off my shoes and closed my eyes, relishing the moment of peace and quiet. Pauline, however, had other plans for my evening.

"Hey, hey, hey!" she said, sitting beside me, pushing my feet off the sofa, "You can't do that!"

"Why not?" I asked, my eyes still closed.

"Didn't you get my message?"

"What message?"

"Laura," she tutted, "what am I going to do with you?"

I opened my eyes and looked at her. Then I closed my eyes, pinched myself to check I wasn't dreaming, and opened my eyes again. Pauline was sitting next to me wearing her Catwoman mask, a leather collar, elbow-length gloves, my sling bikini and thigh-length stiletto-heeled boots. All in black. I looked her up and down, smiling - I noted that while I looked indecent in my sling bikini, she looked positively obscenely scandalous!

"Wow," was all I could think to say.

"I got us a gig. Tonight. In a pub on the other side of town."

"Do we have to?"

"It helps pay the bills. And I know you enjoy it..."

"Do I have time for a shower?"

"Don't do your hair. I'll find you something to wear. Now step to it, slave girl!"

She shooed me off the sofa and ushered me upstairs to the ensuite bathroom. I quickly stripped out of my work clothes, ignored her comment about my stockings and suspenders (hey, I like to tease my work colleagues) and jumped into the shower. After a thorough soaping in all those hard-to-reach places, a light talc'ing and a touch of makeup, I returned to the bedroom to find an outfit waiting for me on the bed.

First on was a latex body - a tight shiny black second skin with high-cut hips, a thong which nestled comfortably between my buttocks and small cut-outs which kept my breasts bare (and gripped the base of each boob just enough to make them bulge very pleasantly). The zip went up the back of the garment, and I padlocked it to a leather collar, which went around my neck. Next, I pulled on a pair of fishnet hold-up stockings and a pair of strappy black stiletto heels, which I padlocked onto my feet. The final touch was a pair of black latex opera gloves.

I gave myself an appraising look in the mirror before I set off downstairs. Pauline was waiting for me on the sofa, dressed the same as before - without her Catwoman mask, but with a long overcoat. She looked me up and down and licked her lips before throwing my overcoat to me - as I put it on, she fastened a leash to the front of my collar. Looked like it was my turn to be the slave tonight...

She hefted a black backpack onto her shoulder and led the way out to the car. A short, uneventful drive later, and we were standing in the pub carpark. I waited outside while she went in to chat with the landlord - I took the opportunity to look inside the backpack, and I couldn't help but grin when I saw the interesting array of toys inside.

"We're on," Pauline smiled on her return, "we can go change in the Ladies. The party are in a back room, so we can walk straight through."

I nodded, and followed her inside. It was a typical English pub - possibly more crowded than usual due to the cold weather, which meant that it was uncomfortably noisy and smoky inside. We made a beeline for the toilets, and received a few appreciative glances on the way - I wondered what they'd make of us the next time they saw us...

Inside the Ladies, we removed our coats and folded them neatly into the backpack. Pauline selected a head harness and hood combination for me to wear - it kept my identity a secret, and also kept me firmly ring-gagged. It was attached to the back of my collar with another padlock. She then retrieved a pair of handcuffs from the backpack and used them to cuff my gloved wrists behind my back. The last step was to pull the leash attached to the front of my collar between my legs and up between my buttocks, so she could padlock it to my handcuffs... so any struggles on my part would pull it very deliciously tight between my legs. If I hadn't been gagged, I'd have called her fiendish... She smiled at me and put on her Catwoman mask. The last thing she retrieved from the backpack was a riding crop - a few practise swats against my bare buttocks soon had me jumping around the room and moaning with pleasure since I couldn't avoid pulling against the leash.

"Ready, slave?" she asked, her rosebud lips forming an evil grin.

I nodded. She placed a blindfold over my eyes, grabbed the leash between my breasts and tugged - I had no choice but to follow her. The sudden rush of noise, the smell of smoke and the carpet under my heels told me that we had left the Ladies and had entered the main area of the pub. I couldn't help but wonder what peoples' reactions were, to the two of us walking through that quiet little English pub... particularly me, with my forced-open mouth, bound hands and bare breasts. Not the most common of sights. I sensed the conversation around us tail off as we passed.

Pauline led me through a doorway and into what I guessed was the back room. My suspicions were confirmed when an all-male cheer went up. Pauline pulled me forward - the smell of smoke wasn't so bad in here, and I could hear the conversations in the main room returning to their original volume.

"Gentlemen," Pauline announced, "I am Mistress Pauline, this is Laura. We are here to provide you with some light relief... with just a few rules..."

While Pauline discussed the rules for the party, my mind wandered. With the blindfold over my eyes, I was in my own little world - which definitely helped, since I'm a naturally shy person. You wouldn't think that, if you saw me standing there in a room full of men, wearing an outfit which would get me thrown out of most nightclubs. I fidgetted a little, pulling at my handcuffs, feeling the leash between my legs tighten against my aching pussy. I couldn't believe it - I was feeling horny already. I just hoped that Pauline would finish her monologue soon so I could get some action...

Pauline's grip tightening around the leash between my bare breasts brought me back to reality.

"So," she continued, "you can kiss her..." and she demonstrated it, pressing her lips against my ring-gag, her tongue pushing into my mouth and playing with my tongue... and as my tongue found hers, she closed her teeth around my tongue gently and pulled before letting go, "...play with her breasts..." and she demonstrated it, fondling my right breast with her gloved hand before gripping it tightly and lightly biting my hardening nipple, "...pull on her leash..." and she demonstrated it, hard enough to make me groan loudly, "...play with her buttocks..." and she demonstrated it, turning me around so she could grip them hard with her gloved fingers for everyone to see, "...or even just stroke her lovely long legs, if that's what you want to do..." and she demonstrated it, with a flourish.

She turned me back to face our audience. I was so horny, I could feel the drool running down my chin and I knew that I would feel moistness between my legs if only I could reach...

"So," Pauline said, "who wants to play with her first?"

I couldn't see what happened, but I knew from experience (from the times that Pauline had been the slave at such gigs) that people were almost clambering over each other in an attempt to be noticed and chosen to have the first go with the cute, helpless slave girl.

"You, sir," Pauline said, "what's your name?"

"Tim," came the reply.

"Be gentle with her," Pauline said, leading me forward, "and remember - if any of you are not satisfied with her performance, she will be punished..."

I was guided into a sitting position, on Tim's lap. I shuffled a little, getting myself comfortable (since the new position put additional pressure on the leash running through my crotch). Tim was a little bit shy, I could tell. A tentative hand went onto my thigh, half on fishnet stocking, half on bare flesh. Another hand found my latex-coated waist. I felt the first hand stroking my leg gently, nervously, while the second hand didn't move a muscle.

"No need to be that gentle," Pauline said, a light tone of humour in her voice, "give her a kiss."

I felt Pauline's hand guiding my head towards Tim's, and all of a sudden I had a mouthful of tongue. Tim's grip on me tightened as he lost his inhibitions and his tongue found mine - I played with his in return, moaning softly, ignoring the smell of beer on his breath as I pressed against him. The hand on my thigh moved up to my breast, and he gripped hard, trapping my nipple between two of his fingers. I moaned aloud, pulling the leash tight between my legs as I became more aroused. He broke off the kiss so he could turn his full attention to my bare breasts, cupping them and licking them with passion.

"This is so great," he said, between nibbles of my nipples.

I jumped, an action which caused me to pull at the leash again and groan loudly into the ring-gag. I had recognised his voice... from somewhere. It took me a while to place it, distracted as I was by his sucking at my rock-hard nipples. Tim... Tim... not Tim in Accounts..? His hands moved down to grip my bum as he buried his face between my breasts. I had a picture in my head now, of his face - I'd only seen him a few times around the office, since I rarely had need to venture towards the Accounts department and he rarely had need to venture near mine. I worried for a second that perhaps he would recognise me... I wouldn't be able to live that down, it would be so embarrassing if my work colleagues ever found out about what I did in my spare time! But, then, since he had never seen me from this particular angle before, I decided that the chance of him identifying me were nigh on impossible.

Frenzied nibbling on my breasts brought me back to reality with a groan. I made a mental note to walk past him in a short skirt at some point in the future, as a way of saying thankyou. Anyway, I'd always known that there was a very slight possibility of the two sides of my double life crossing paths... but the likelihood had been so miniscule that I'd thought it was worth the risk. If I wasn't ring-gagged, I would have gritted my teeth with determination - all I had to do was get through this, enjoy myself, and not be recognised.

"That's quite enough for now," Pauline said, guiding me to my feet, "we can't have her getting too excited so early on in the night. Who's next?"

The next lap was a bit meatier, and I sat astride instead of side-saddle. I was so relieved to have run the gauntlet of Tim's lap without him recognising me that I didn't recognise the voice of my boss for at least a few seconds...

"Aah, Laura, I've been looking forward to this..."

I tensed, so much in shock that I yelped when his strong hands found my buttocks and pulled me close to him. I could feel his growing excitement between my legs, pressing against his clothing and mine. It was then that I remembered that Pauline had introduced me to everyone as Laura earlier... so, I didn't think I'd been recognised but I couldn't be sure. But if Tim from Accounts and my boss were both here... who else was in this room? Pauline had never met my work colleagues, so she wouldn't recognise them and they wouldn't recognise her... and I had no real way of telling her of the position I was in. The best plan, I decided, was to just enjoy myself... even if the chances of being recognised had been greatly increased with this turn of events.

I soon discovered that my boss was a breast man. I wondered what he would do if he found out that it was me who was sitting on his lap right now... I wondered if I would get a pay rise! While his hands kneaded my breasts, his tongue found mine - his breath stank of cigarettes but I could do nothing to stop him from pushing his tongue deep into my mouth. I writhed on his lap, getting pleasure from the experience by pulling on the leash. I think Pauline must have spotted his lack of technique, since she soon moved me on to the next lap.

It was the lap of Alf, who sits opposite me. I wasn't sitting on his lap for long, though, since he soon had me bent over his knee so he could spank my bare buttocks. The new position meant I had no choice but to pull hard at the leash between my legs, and the little jerk which accompanied each spank sent shivers of pleasure through my body. It was after the fourth spank that I noticed I had something to rest my head on - another lap, which from the voice sounded like it was Jim, the trainee (technically, my subordinate). Jim reached underneath me and started massaging my hanging breasts as I lay there, and I decided there and then to be very positive at his next appraisal.

Alf shifted his position, which shifted my position (and produced another small animal groan from my gag). I felt Jim's other hand on the back of my head, guiding my ring-gag towards his hardening cock - I reached out with my tongue and licked his trousers, running it up and down the zip of his flies. I stretched, and managed to trap the zip between my tongue and the top of the ring-gag... a quick, gentle tug was all that was needed... I found that I wanted him so much, I was feeling so horny now... I wanted to reach up with my hands and crush my breasts, I wanted to feel all of my holes completely filled, I wanted it all...

But Pauline had other plans for me. She grabbed the leash and pulled me to my feet, and I felt for a second a thin line of drool connecting my tongue to the front of Jim's trousers...

"She's definitely getting too excited," Pauline said to the audience, "and I can tell you are too. It's time to decide if her performance was good enough for the reward she has been craving all evening... or a nasty punishment... Who thinks she deserves to be punished?"

I heard a rustling of movement in front of me. It sounded like someone had put their hand up. But who on earth would vote me to be punished, after the horny performance I'd just given? I made a mental note: if I found out who it was, I'd...

"I think she deserves to be punished," said my boss, "since if this Laura is anything like the Laura that works in our office, who teases us with flirty smiles and short skirts all day, she's got it coming to her..."

I couldn't fault his logic. And, in some sort of ironic way, perhaps I did deserve whatever punishment Pauline had dreamed up for me.

"In that case," Pauline said, "I will need two volunteers. Her nipples will need to be rock-hard for this..."

Oh no! Not the clover clamps!

The two volunteers were not hard to find. Within moments, I had a mouth around each nipple, sucking and nibbling and biting and licking... and I had nowhere to run. I just stood there and accepted my fate.

"Funnily enough," Pauline said, while I moaned quietly beside her, "Laura does work in an office during the day. You never know, this could be your Laura!"

I feigned a stagger, in an attempt to step on her foot with one of my stiletto heels... but blindfolded and distracted as I was, I missed completely. Still, it got her attention and she thanked the two volunteers for doing such a good job. Moments later, I felt her presence before me and the evil, painful grip of a pair of clover clamps on my nipples... immediately, I began pulling hard at my bonds in an attempt to reach them, to take them off, but it only resulted in me pulling the leash tighter between my legs and stimulating myself even more. I struggled there, standing in the middle of the room, conscious that everyone was watching my one-woman-show, but too wrapped up in my own little world of pain and pleasure to care. I struggled so much, I even felt my own drool on my breasts.

"Feel free to use the chain between her nipples as a new leash," Pauline said, "but don't let her have too much pleasure. I'll be back in a sec, and she'll tell me if you've misbehaved in my absence."

She was leaving me? On my own, bound helpless, half naked, in a room full of my unknowing friends and colleagues? I struggled all the harder - it was very irresponsible of her, but perhaps she just needed a quick drink or something. I'd have probably done the same, if the positions were reversed. Nothing could have prepared me for the conversation I overheard amongst my work colleagues, though...

"I wonder if this is the Laura from our office," said my boss.

"She'd never do anything like this... would she?" asked Alf.

"I wouldn't put it past her," said Tim, from Accounts.

"Let's find out," said Jim, the trainee - no more good appraisals for him.

I jumped when a pair of hands grabbed my latex waist and pulled me close. A second pair of hands gripped the blindfold and ripped it from me. I blinked in the light, and found myself looking at my boss. He saw the recognition in my eyes and smiled.

"Laura!"

"Mmmmmph?" I drooled.

"What on earth are you doing?"

I was about to reply when I was blinded by a flash of light. Someone was taking photos... I struggled all the harder then, trying to cover myself up, but it was no use... I'd be the laughing stock of the company.

"What are we going to do with her?" asked Jim.

"Hmmmmm," pondered Alf, "we have photos... sounds like an excellent blackmail opportunity. We get a few free performances out of her, and she has a privacy intact. What do you say, Laura?"

All I could do was nod. I couldn't really think about the ramifications and consequences of that nod, since I was a little distracted by a vicious pair of clover clamps which were doing a very good job of squeezing a dimension out of my nipples.

"Since we're getting this for free, do you think we could get the same out of her friend?" asked Tim from Accounts.

"Mistress Pauline?" asked Jim, the trainee.

"She has no choice but to play along with anything we want to do," smiled my boss, "given Laura's unfortunate situation."

"There are plenty of toys in this backpack," came Alf's voice from behind me, "let's ambush her and tie her up."

"Good plan," grinned my boss, "but first..."

And, with that, he removed his trousers and pushed me down to my knees. I moaned as I inadvertently pulled on the leash between my legs... this whole situation was conspiring to make me hornier and hornier. I quite liked the evil plan my colleagues had developed... particularly since it would no doubt result in even more bondage fun for me. I was woken from my daydream by my boss' sizeable cock being pushed firmly through the ring-gag and into my open mouth.

I moaned softly, enjoying the taste, licking the length, feeling it harden and grow inside my mouth, groaning with pleasure as I saw my colleagues looking on. My arousal had arrived at the point where I found absolutely anything sexy... even the ever-present pain from the grip of the clamps turned me on. I began to move back and forth, sucking as best I could, licking around, moaning as I worked, pulling at the leash between my legs... and then I heard Pauline return.

"Laura!?!"

I was shocked and surprised. I tried to pull away, but my boss' cock had grown so that the ring-gag was a very tight fit... the sudden motion was enough to send him over the edge and he began to pump jet after jet of hot cum down my throat... and as I swallowed every last drop, I saw Pauline marching towards me out of the corner of my eye. She didn't see Alf sneaking up behind her until it was too late.

Within seconds, her hands were cuffed to the back of the collar around her neck, and she was as helpless as I. In the struggle, the sling bikini had moved, and was no longer covering her nipples.

"What's going on?" she demanded.

"We've come to an arrangement with Laura," Alf replied, smirking.

"Is this true?" Pauline asked, looking at me.

I nodded, which caused my boss to moan softly.

"You're both our slaves now," my boss grinned, withdrawing from my mouth.

Pauline was about to reply when a ballgag was pulled into her mouth. All she could do was mmmmph and struggle as clover clamps were attached to her nipples and my colleagues ran their hands all over her body...