𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝖣𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗌 •|KTH |• 21+

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚠𝚘 🥀

"Are you certain this is the one, boss?" the young woman in front of me inquired, her eyes already undressing my body . "Indeed, now prepare her," he responded, leaving me in her care.

This evening marked the first night of my actual employment, and I would be dishonest if I claimed my fingers were not quivering during our entire conversation. If that was what we were having..

She began to walk, and I followed, assuming she was leading me to my designated location. Her denim skirt was quite revealing, barely containing her figure, and her tight bralet left little to the imagination regarding her cleavage.

She guided me into what appeared to be the dressing room, which was occupied by other women—nude women. I found myself staring at them, akin to a child in a candy store. They were all exceptionally tall and stunning. I had never anticipated having to compete with such beauty. At this rate, I felt utterly outmatched.

"Do you require assistance?" the woman, whose name I still did not know, asked me. I glanced at the black lace she was indicating. My initial thought was that there was no way that minuscule piece of fabric would fit my body, yet I shook my head and replied, "No, thank you."

I set my bag on the floor and picked up the delicate material. It seemed fragile enough to tear with a single misstep. Moreover, it offered no support for my breasts, leaving nothing to the imagination regarding my physique.

My gaze then fell upon the matching silk ribbon and choker. "What are you waiting for? Go get ready!" the staff member snapped at me, causing me to flinch as I hurried behind the curtain. I struggled considerably, but eventually managed to put it on correctly. I still could not believe the way it transformed my appearance. I had let my hair down, but it was too short to adequately cover my backside.

I pulled at the lace in an attempt to cover a sufficient portion of my front, but my efforts were in vain; my finger had already slipped through, creating a barely noticeable tear. I swallowed hard and drew the curtains apart. To my astonishment, no one seemed to notice me. This realisation brought me a sense of relief, as I felt quite insecure. Despite wearing similar attire, I was acutely aware that I did not resemble them at all.

I approached my table and fastened my choker around my neck, but just as I reached for my blindfold, I was interrupted.

"You left these behind," a woman said from behind me. She unexpectedly seized both of my wrists and pulled them back against my body, catching me off guard. I gasped as she secured a cold metal device around my wrists.

"What are these?" I questioned.

"Handcuffs," she answered, turning me to face her. I then observed her retrieve a silver chain from her back pocket and attach it to my choker, as if I were a pet.

Next came the blindfold. The silk felt incredibly soft against my skin, though the knot was quite tight. "Just walk in a straight line," she instructed, and I felt her grasp the chain. I swallowed nervously and complied.

I followed her until she commanded me to stop. "Kneel and sit back on your heels," she directed. I felt the chain fall against my chest as she released it.

I knelt, my cold feet pressing against my body. Shoes were not permitted, leaving my feet chilly against the marble floor. Fortunately, I was currently kneeling on a soft carpet.