“Uhm ok” I respond. The next thing I know I am standing at the the computer and I have pink fuzzy handcuffs on both wrists. There is a decently long chain running from student one wrist, around behind the computer, and back to the other wrist essentially allowing me to use all of the keys on the computer but not back away from the counter. “Ok Bridget, it is pretty basic for you on the computer, find what they order and punch it in. Coffees here, Warm drinks here, cold drinks here, if they have adders they are here and here is the special of the day etc. etc. etc.” Truth be told my first day is pretty easy and when customers start coming I enjoy greeting them with “welcome to Taboo Coffee” and punching in their order. The bondage is a bit kinky but my mom was right, more gimmicky than over the top. Some of the customers banter teen back with things like “I see you are a bit tied up but can you get me a vanilla latte” but on the whole they are more than polite. About 9:00 I see that June has added a red wiffle ball like gag to her ensemble which skinny already consisted of a wide black leather collar. She sees me looking at her and gives me a wink. June is very petite at maybe 5’2” with a very small curvy figure and straight brown hair and blue eyes. Definitely pretty in a compact cute sort of way. I don’t have any customers so I unhook the handcuffs and go over to see how she is doing. She is handing customers some kind of fancy coffee drink and despite the gag she acts as if she is talking to them “mmmere mmmooo go mmmjoy” she mumbles through the gag. The customer laughs at her plight. “Thank you missy, I see the boss caught you spending too much time talking again! I’ll have to see if he needs any help punishing his misbehaving help!” June gives the man wide eyes as if she is alarmed making handjob him laugh again as he walks away with his coffee. June reaches behind her head and unstraps the gag flexing her jaw a bit when it comes out. “So, how’s your first day going Bridget?” she asks with a smile. “Its good so far. I’ll be honest I was worried about how it would be.” “Well, B, I’ll be honest, Ben always starts new folks out with lighter assignments. Sometimes things get a bit more risqué but it’s a fun place to work. Now back at it!” I go back to the cash register blowjob and am just welcoming the next customer when someone walks behind me and delivers a huge open handed spank on my butt. “Heh!” I jump and look around behind me to see Ben standing there with a stern look on his face. “Bridget my dear. It would appear that you miss-punched that gentleman’s order and poor June is getting chastised over there for making the wrong drink!” Ben gives me another one of his signature winks and then says “what do you have to say for yourself!” The whole café seems to be watching. really hot and fierce to match the vibe she had been giving me all night , as Taylor approached She was totally oblivious to his tone though and still grinned inanely as she brought the food in. “Well. "Jesus Christ! As she talks and chews at the same time. skinny Other than that, class is over.” Mr. Salvador called. To his credit, Tony held her upright and didn’t let her fall. “May as well,” I replied, “it might give us a clue as to what it all is.” He bent her forward, forcing her to put her arms out in front teen of her against the wall. I grab the blowjob lube from my shorts pocket and sit down. "Of course he does. Very handjob good point said Sandra. “If you are finished with me. But I can take more if you need me. Master told me you can fuck me if you need to.” “It sounds fair to me.” After dinner Silvia took me to change out of my new clothes when l was naked she knelt student me on the bed and left the room to return naked holding a thin cane and whacked my bum 5 times saying she had seen me kissing Robert then l got another 5 whacks, my bum was stinging, but l was now finding her punishing me very erotic rather like taking horrible medicine then getting a lovely treat after. I was living in a small village in a religious cult. But now it was mainly used by dead beats and of cause the local prostitutes. It was all the answer I needed. I thought, well she made it. Opening the door a crack, Melinda was about to say, “Not interested!” but the words died on her lips. Pulling up to our small house with a broken garage door and a shabby yard with mom’s beat up Toyota Camry parked in the driveway, is this what the American dream is? Mom must have just got done with her shift. After about an hour another of Ryan’s colleagues joined us, apparently he’d had to go and do a bit of shopping for a meal that he was preparing later that evening.