Warning: This story features public humiliation and bondage.

Context: This is a short story written for Day 3 of Kinktober 2025 using the prompt words Fishnet / Nylon.

The kitchen’s double-doors bounced open as a waitress pushed backwards through it, butt-first. I hung back behind the doors in trepidation as they swung closed, hesitant to return to the busy main dining area of the restaurant.

The waitress uniform barely qualified as clothes in my opinion. The top half was only a pink bra partially covered by a black fishnet top, which had full sleeves for the arms but wansn’t low enough to cover my midriff. The bottom half was dark-brown nylon pantyhose with pink high-cut panties over them, leaving my buttcheeks basically covered only by the thin hosiery. White trainers to finish.

Another waitress scooted by. Her uniform had the same fishnets, nylons and shoes, but with green bra and panties instead of pink ones. Every girl’s uniform had a unique colour.

“Nina! Why are you standing around? Get out there!”

I jolted as my friend Tabitha she shoved me forward, pushing me out of the kitchen. We stepped out into the main space of BadGirlz, the themed casual-dining restaurant.

Tabitha was the manager of this location. She helped me get the job since I was struggling to find work on my own. I was a suitable candidate for the restaurant’s main gimmick of attractive waitresses serving in sexy uniforms.

I’d only been working a week and was already regretting it. I approached one of my designated tables to take the orders of a group of boisterous men, trying to ignore their unabashed leering at my body. I’d almost got through it without incident, when the last person did the very thing I feared.

“I’ll have the Very Bad Girl special. With curly fries.”

“Uhmm... are you sure? The chicken wings are very good today...”

“The special please.”

I returned to the kitchen despondent, dragging my feet and procrastinating as much as I could get away with without Tabitha noticing. When I eventually returned with the special order in hand, they looked more excited than annoyed, despite the long wait. I set down a plate of French fries and waited for the next step. I hated this part.

“Excuse me miss, but I asked for the curly fries.”

“Oh no, I’m so sorry. I must have messed up your order. I... sigh... I’ve been a very baaad girl.”

The customer grinned. “Yes you have~”

“I... I’m so naughty. Are you going to punish me for being such a bad girl?”

I slowly turned around, bending over and grabbing my knees. I braced for impact, only to hear him cough for attention. I turned around in confusion. He was sitting sideways at the edge of his seat, patting his knee. He couldn’t be serious?

Tabitha caught my eye from two tables over and nodded at me, making a downward pointing motion with her finger. This was the worst.

I stepped up beside the customer, and very slowly lowered myself, giving him all the time in the world to change his mind. He didn’t. He waited patiently until I was laying down across his lap. I clenched up.

SMACK!!

“Aahh!”

The room went quiet as everyone else in the room, customer and waitress alike, stopped whatever they were doing to observe the spectacle.

“What do you have to say for yourself?”

“I’m sorry I was so baAAaahhd!! Th-thank you sir for tea-AAHH! F-for teaching me a lesson.”

I squirmed and moaned on the customer’s lap as he spanked my ass through the thin nylon.

“You deserve this don’t you?”

SMACK!

“Gahh! Yes s-sir. A bad girl like me deserves a spanking.”

He rested his hand on my butt between smacks, squeezing and fondling it roughly. I could feel his excitement growing, poking into my hips.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Aaaah! Oww! Okay, there, that’s ten.” SMACK! “Ow! Stop, you’ve done your ten!”

I pushed myself up off him. We were both breathing heavily and blushing.

“E-Enjoy your food sir.”

I turned and hurried back into the kitchen in shame. I could sense so many eyes staring at my backside as I pushed through the double-doors, at the reddened patches of skin beneath the pantyhose.

“I quit.”

“What? Nina you can’t just quit on me like that.”

The light outside had dimmed to the orange-yellow of early sunset. Only Tabitha and I were left, as I was on closing duty.

On a lucky day I might only have to endure one or two specials. Following that first request, I received a whole slew of Very Bad Girl orders, all deciding they liked what they saw and wanted a turn. I rubbed my butt tenderly. It had been a long painful day.

“I can’t hang around to convince you right now. Can we talk tomorrow morning? You’ll close up tonight at least right? Please?”

“Yes I’ll lock up for tonight, but then that’s it. I can’t do another day like that Tabitha.”

“And take out the laundry too?”

“Yeah whatever.”

“Atta girl~”

slap!

“Oww! Tabitha! Not there! Sensitive!”

“Oops, hehe. Sorry, I forgot. Ok bye!”

With her exit, I was the last ‘bad girl’ standing. Despite Tabitha’s inevitable disappointment, I felt a weight lift knowing I’d never have to enter the establishment again after tonight.

tring!

“Huh? Sorry, we’re closed.”

A party of four people had just entered the front door. The place was empty and half the lights were off. Did they really think we were still serving?

They stepped forward into the light. I did a double-take on properly seeing their headwear. They all wore thick knitted woolen scarves and shawls and hats of various colours, enough to cover almost their entire heads, everything but the eyes. Patchwork balaclavas.

“We are the Sisters of Decency!”

“Or Sods for short!”

“It’s a working title...”

“And we are here to send a message!”

From their voices (and title) I realised the four visitors were all women.

“Uhh, okay. My boss is gone for the day. Maybe come back with your message tomorrow?”

The first woman raised her hand, pointing a condemning finger at me.

“Your disgraceful uniforms are an affront to all women!”

“You should be ashamed of yourself!”

“You could’ve at least added some pants...”

“And we are here to send a message!”

I was starting to get worried. I backed up slowly, like retreating from a wild animal without encouraging a chase.

“We’re going to show this town what happens to shameless harlots like you who dress like that!”

“Down with BadGirlz! Modesty shall reign supreme!”

“The petition didn’t get many signatures...”

“And you will be part of the message!”

“Whoa whoa hold on. I’m on your side ladies. I don’t approve of these uniforms either. H-hey wait!”

The quartet rushed forward, grabbing me by the arms.

“Hold her down. You, check the back.”

Three of them pulled me onto a table, holding down my limbs. One of them gave me a warning spank on the ass.

“AAHH!!”

The sting shot through my body, very effectively forcing me to be calm. The fourth girl emerged from the back room, wheeling a large container before her.

“Found it!”

The basket was filled half with shades of brown and black, half with patches of vibrant colour. It was fully loaded with worn unwashed waitress uniforms.

“H-hold on, please. I don’t even work here anymore. Honestly, I mean it. Maybe I could help you somehow, or-”

“Silence wench!”

“Mhrrhmmph?!”

A tightly rolled up pair of nylons was inserted deep into my mouth. “Another!” The tea-cosy masked lady beside her shoved another pantyhose pair in. The bundle expanded in my mouth, pushing against my tongue and cheeks.

The tangy taste was horribly concentrated. The waitresses that wore these must have done a double-shift, or skipped the previous laundry load. Had she... got wet while wearing these? From watching me suffer through so many specials?

A pair of bright green panties was stretched over my face, the crotch pulling against my nose.

“Mmmgh?!”

“Come on sisters, there’s plenty more to use.”

A red pair was folded and squashed under my nose, then a blue pair hooded on to hold them there. Then a purple pair, a yellow pair, a white pair. Thanks to the unique colours, I knew precisely which girl each pair of panties belonged to. And to my disgust, I learned what each of their privates smelled like as each pair was added to the amalgamation.

Another set of nylons was stretched and pulled down over my head, right to my neck. The light squeeze of the transparent legwear added pressure to the wadding within my mouth and against my face. That pressure increased when yet another pair was layered over it. And another. My vision gradually transitioned to a uniform brown. I had to breathe very deeply through the many layers, inhaling their suffocating stench.

While two of the girls were adding ungodly amounts of laundry around my head, the other duo did something similar to the rest of my body. My arms and legs were each encased in multiple pairs of stockings, holding them together. Bras were circled around my fastened limbs and knotted off tightly. My legs were pulled up, and more bras were used to join them to my wrists in a strict hogtie.

More pantyhose was pulled over my bent knees, up my legs, and along my torso. Bit by bit, I became fully encased. When they finally ran out of hosiery, my whole hogtied form was obscured by a blanket of brown.

Lastly they moved onto the fishnet tops. It didn’t add much to the security of the bondage by that point. It was more adding insult to injury. The final layer was a dense criss-cross of black netting all over me. The laundry bin was empty.

“Now you are forced to suck on and struggle in the very garbs of seduction you used to betray your own kind!”

“Suffer the consequences of your sins!”

“This might have been a bit overkill...”

“And thus we have delivered the message!”

I could only faintly hear their celebratory declarations, followed by a door slamming shut. I was again the only person left in the restaurant.

I wriggled against the cocoon of clothing. The sheer volume of it meant I could barely move a muscle. Trying just made me inhale the foul scent of my work colleagues even deeper. I whined at the hopelessness of it all, knowing that I was going to be stuck like this all night long.

I felt stiff and sweaty as I was awoken. Hands wrenched at the pantyhose around my head, tearing a hole wide enough for the morning light to hit my eyes. Tabitha spoke.

“Nina? That you in there? At first I thought you’d piled these all together as a protest or something.”

“Mmmgh!”

“I don’t know how this happened, but I don’t care right now. I need to know, are you still planning on quitting?”

“Ymmmph!!”

“Well here’s the thing. If you’re not working for me, why should I go to the effort of freeing you? Maybe I should leave you like this in the back office all day long.” FLASH! “Or maybe I should send this photo to everyone we know~”

“Mmmpgh?!”

“Or you don’t quit, and no-one else will ever see it. You’ll work today. In fact, you’ll do weekend shifts from now on. The drunken crowds get pretty handsy so it’s hard to convince the other girls.”

“mmmh….”

“Is that a change of heart I hear?”

“… ymmmh...”

“Splendid! You know... ropes and a gag could actually be a fun addition to the special order’s punishment. A Very Very Bad Girl special, just for you Nina~. Ok wait here 20 minutes. I’m gonna go update and print new menus!”

“MMMGH!”