It was the kind of party Lisa hated. Late afternoon in a swanky bar at the top of one of the cities tallest buildings. Great view, immaculately fashionable leather and chrome furniture and lots of dull people talking about the markets or theatre as if they had an opinion beyond the one they had read in the mornings paper. Expensive people in expensive suits almost entirely male. A young girl walking around serving drinks and over complicated canapes.
Lisa usually described her job as Magicians Assistant. part of the time that was true and performing on stage was something she enjoyed a lot. However her boss Matt's business went rather beyond producing the odd rabbit from a hat and it made Lisa's life much easier to keep quiet about the rest of her job, especially as only the rich and usually not at all famous could afford her and Matt's services. In any event even if she did dare tell her friends some of her exploits no one would believe her. It did make life awkward sometimes , especially when she wasn't around for days at a time.
Lisa was also a bit worried that she was getting a bit addicted to Matt's magic, and to the tricks and thrills some of her more unusual assignments had provided. She was increasingly finding herself doing things, subject to things that she couldn't have imagined just a few months ago. Hearing Matt explain to a total stranger how well "trained" she was and how little there was that she wouldn't attempt was weird. She should be angry, offended perhaps. Instead she felt a pang of excitement and an odd sense of pride.
Her career contemplation was rudely interrupted as she once more pondered the canapes. They were particularly ambitious looking, some concoction of pastry cheese and mini micro bits she couldn't quite identify, not that she had any wish to try one. But as this afternoon she was the young girl moving round the room serving the damn things the fact that the tray was all but empty meant she had to head back to the kitchen.
She smiled at the number of eyes that followed her across the room . She did feel she was looking rather fabulous, in a deep red strapless dress , tight over her body, long and flowing down to her ankles with a generous adventurous slit up the right thigh to the very top of her hip. She pushed through the swing door in search of more lifeless overpriced morsels. It made her laugh really the mock outrage at her "exploitation" as the sexy waitress amongst these powerful men, stockbrokers she thought Matt has said. As usual she had no idea what Matt had in mind for the show she assumed would be happening later, but she bet there would be more than a few eyes on stalks.
Heading back in to the room tray in hand she was stopped within a few feet by Matt who was talking to a couple of the suits.
"Hey Lisa this is Henry and Oliver. They are worried that a smart girl like you shouldn't be being taken advantage of by waitressing in that sexy dress." Matt grinned. Lisa knew right away he was messing with them, and that would likely mean messing with her.
"Of course not. I am just helping out as the waitress called in sick. It's my dress, and I guess they haven't seen one of our shows?" she answered with a sparkling grin.
The guy called Henry, looked concerned. "Well I guess if you are ok with it, its just not something I thought a bright girl like you seem to be would choose "
"Well I did as you say choose. Maybe not the canapes" Lisa flashed another winning smile.
"Henry I hadn't realised it was the dress that offended you so much" Matt added.
"Well i....."
"Its easy enough to fix Henry" Matt took the tray from Lisa "Lisa take off your dress"
It took every last bit of Lisa's self control not to let her jaw drop, or to look at Matt like he was mad. She was shocked, not having seen that coming at all, but that devilish voice in the back of her head told her it was a bit thrilling too. Plus she had a feeling Matt was setting the office bores up for something bigger. Digging to deep to portay an outer calmness she didnt really feel she replied as if Matt's request was the most reasonable in the world.
"Of course".
You could hear a pin drop and Lisa could feel every set of eyes in the room glued to her. She stepped out of her red heels and turned her back to the second guy , who must be Oliver.
"Would you mind?"
"Hey ? what ? er ? of course"
Fumbling like a teenager the second suit managed to release the clasp on the low cut back of Lisa's sensuous dress. Without a second look she took a step, turned to face her doubters and wriggled seductively. The dress slid smoothly over her hips and down her long legs puddling at her feet as it reached the floor, and proving that Lisa had not managed to hide any underwear under its revealing cut.
"Could you ? " Lisa smiled politely and nodded down at the discarded dress.
" Er yes yes sure" . She grinned as the two lawyers bent and scrambled to retrieve and fold the dress. A twinkle in Matt's eye told her she had done well, and flushed with pride and the power that comes from every man in the room looking at you she took up the tray and calmly continued serving.
"Lisa, Oliver and Henry think that your little trick with the dress is just a front and that you wouldn't possibly submit to any further humiliation as they call it." Matt grinned as she passed by again a little while later
"Who exactly is humiliated ? " asked Lisa looking at Oliver's flushed cheeks as she stood right next to him.
"I just cant imagine that its possible that you would enjoy being treated as , well as a sex object."
"You would be amazed at what it is possible to enjoy Oliver" Lisa smiled enigmatically thinking back to some of her previous adventures.
"Ok Lisa lets try something else". Matt reached for a small box under the table that Lisa was certain wasn't there a few moments earlier. By now the small party was totally taken over, all eyes on the unfolding events. And Lisa.
"Folks your colleagues here have challenged Lisa and I a little. They are worried, I think, that Lisa is feeling objectified and exploited and can not possibly being having fun. So I will accept the challenge."
Lisa was just wondering if what Matt had said even made sense when she realised he was taking two metal cuffs out of the box. Working with his usual quiet efficiency and without unnecessary flannel he locked them around her ankles, connecting them with a chain not much more than 6 inches long. "well that's sure gonna slow down service "Lisa smiled and then took a slight double take at what Matt was doing next. Somehow he had pulled from the box a metal bar probably 5 feet long. Much larger than the box. The bar had a small metal cuff at each end and a larger one in the middle. Wasting no time he locked the central collar around Lisa's neck and stretched each arm out to lock her wrist to each end.
All the time Lisa stood impassively, accepting her fate and trusting Matt.
"Ok?" he asked and she simply smiled and nodded "Why on earth not ? "
Matt s next addition was even more unexpected. A sort of crescent shaped piece of wood and metal. Lisa watched as he held it up to her ribs tight under her boobs so it stood out like a shelf. Having strapped it round her back he supported the front with two small chains which locked to the front of Lisa's collar. The room watched intently in near silence. The final part of Lisa's new look was a bright red ball gag. Seeing Matt hold it up Lisa opened wide without question and soon it was buckled in place.
Matt gingerly added 8 or 10 glasses of champagne to the unusual serving tray. "Ok Lisa? " Lisa smiled and made an thumbs up sign with her right hand , which ofcourse was bound at right angles to her shoulders. "Good stuff". He handed Lisa a basket full of small cakes which he hung from each of her outstretched hands then tapped her playfully on her butt and she went back to serving the room, which by now had only one topic of conversation. Shuffling slowly and carefully so as not to spill any drinks Lisa moved from small group to small group. Most were discussing her shocking display of submission. She couldn't help feeling some people were brushing her boobs more than was absolutely necessary as they took a glass.
The kitchen staff had replenished her tray four or five times and Lisa's arms were aching a bit from being held out at right angles, when Matt beckoned her across the room out of some sliding doors to a small roof garden. Lisa felt of rush of cool spring air as she shuffled slowly outside and another rush as she saw the commanding view.
"Lisa " Matt said loudly, clearly addressing the small audience that had to a person followed them out " would you believe that Henry and Oliver no think you have reached your limits in terms of what you will do in the name of entertainment?"
Lisa was powerless to do much more than raise an eyebrow as Matt removed her baskets and tray. As usual he offered no explanation as he helped her shuffle to the edge of the the roof space then kneel and replace the short chain between her ankles with a long bar similar to the one trapping her arms, holding them uncomfortably wide apart .Walking behind her he returned dragging a heavy looking metal chain, which he fastened to a ring in the middle of the bar with the biggest heaviest looking padlock Lisa had ever seen.
"Oliver ... do you know what this is ? " Matt asked holding out a small tube for inspection.
"Superglue"
"Correct. And what happens if we get you to squeeze superglue into these locks ? "
"Er I dont.... er I guess it would be very hard to get them off?"
"Ok lets do it "
As Lisa watched helplessly the flushed suit squeezed clear liquid into each of the locks at her ankles, the oversize one between, the locks at her cuffs and neck and finally, after Matt nodded, the small lock at the back of Lisa's gag. Matt selected one of the younger women from the group to check Oliver's handy work and she confirmed each lock was sealed and all she could think was they would have to be cut off.
Still offering no explanation Matt helped Lisa sit on the cold concrete deck and then lie back. He took a step back and after a thumbs up called out "OK up"
As one everyone including Lisa looked up and back. She couldnt quite beleive what she saw. The chain between her ankles went back and up to a small crane that she guessed was used for window cleaning and the like. It slowly reeled in the slack chain then began to lift her legs up off the cold concrete. Matt made a hand signal and the chain paused once only the tip of Lisa's pony tail was barely touching the floor.
As she swung slowly upside down, legs spread wide at the onlookers eye level Lisa saw Matt once more rummage in a small box. Even she couldn't totally hide her surprise when he withdrew a pair of nipple clamps. They looked like the normal clover clamps, except the chain linking them was much chunkier than usual, and seemed long enough that the end was still in the box even when Matt stooped to clip them one at a time to her throbbing nipples. Returning to the box ignoring Lisa's quiet gagged whimper he used both hands to lift the end of the chain clear of the box , with it a weight the size of a kids soccer ball, setting it on the floor by Lisa's face.
"No fucking way....." the silence of the onlookers was broken by the young women who had checked the locks.
Matt reached into his box one last time. The final object looked like one of those "men at work" lamps finished in bright yellow , set on a short blunt metal pole. Lisa didn't have to try very hard to guess where that was going. Sure enough Matt planted the light deep into her wide open pussy with no hesitation or ceremony. he fumbled with a switch and it began a slow orange flash as something inside rotated the light . Lisa flinched a little as she realised the slow rotation was causing a gentle stirring inside her....
Matt wasn't to be diverted and commenced some more hand signals presumably to the operator of the crane. Slowly Lisa was lifted higher until she was fully 30 feet above the roof garden, swaying gently upside down, gasping at the un natural pull of the weight on her nipples, which itself was swaying some 10 feet below her. A different signal and the crane began to move her outwards away from the building until she was suspended fully 50 feet out in the 60 storey chasm between the building and its neighbour.
"Henry.... pick a number between one and twenty"
" Er ? What .... 12?"
"Thanks Chuck", Matt called up " yeah you can lock it off there, and you can finish early if you like, we won't need you again till morning....... Twelve hours from now is fine".
"Ok folks show's over for now. be sure to drop by tomorrow and check Lisa hasn't escaped. Shes quite safe, if not perhaps comfortable. But please enjoy the view, shes there for your entertainment afterall."
Lisa swung helplessly. She couldn't believe it. She was naked upside down and spread eagled.....swinging high above the city. She had to assume the crane wasn't about to let her go as she watched the guests trail back in to their champagne. The air was getting colder but her pussy and nipples were on fire. Sh wondered who else if anyone could see her swaying gently in the early evening breeze.
As the last guests caught their cabs from the lobby as darkness fell, not a single one could help but look up and see the faint orange glow......