The Perfect Buns Restaurant

The Perfect Buns Restaurant

by Apollo

This story is intended to be quite long, and the start can be boring for people who like only the action. Still I hope you enjoy it! Feel free to write to me for comments and suggestions.

My native language is not English, sorry for the inevitable mistakes.

I'd really appreciate your suggestions for the continuation of the story!

apollo440 [the at here] lavabit [and a dot] com

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Second Part

"Hi Rose, this is Emily, our last acquisition"

"Hey, welcome to hell! Wow, nice boobs, compliments!"

"Ehm... thank you..." was Emily's simple reply.

"Shy? It's not the right place for you, then!"

"Well it's just all so strange... I'm not shy, let's say I feel uncomfortable"

"Yes, I know... But you'll get used to it! You see, now we are quite happy, we don't mind anymore!" in the meantime, Rose was already lacing the waist cincher around Sarah's waist, and it was changing completely her figure: from her natural 34 - 24 - 32 1/2, she was gradually forced into a 34 - 18 - 32, making her appear like a hourglass, as Emily already appeared.

"We should have the Palmers this evening... tighten it a little more, I want to have a good rating!" Emily couldn't believe her ears and her eyes: her petite friend had already had her waist reduced by 6 inches, and it had to hurt and block her movements a lot, and she wanted to suffer even more! "Hey, Emily, wake up! What do you have to stare at? Take a razor there in the drawer, and shave those hairs! Rose, c'mon, it's late, pull those strings! Close completely this damn cincher: this evening I want to be a wasp!"

All that resolution in Sarah's voice was new to Emily, moreover because it was aimed to hurt herself (and to expose even more Emily's nudities). But she knew that she had to do everything Sarah told her, so she reached for the razor, squatted on the toilet and started to remove the remaining hairs. It was a very difficult operation with that cincher that impeded her to bend, and she cut in a pair of places. In the meantime, she was assisting to Rose's dressing, whose slim body with a big round firm ass was probably the best for the uniform, and in fact the cincher changed her figure very little. But it had its contra, and it was clear when she wore the uniform: since she was tall, the hem of the skirt ended (when she was perfectly still) exactly at the hem of her buttocks. But when she walked the large fluffy skirt swayed a lot, and her ass was perfectly visible, as well as the outline of her labia. Emily was already startled by all this exposure, but her jaw dropped when Rose bent over at 180 degrees to lace her sandals (a movement she thought impossible to manage on tiptoes, but that was forced by the presence of the cincher) and seemed now like a fetish picture, with the skirt so risen that her buttocks were completely naked and her pussy perfectly on view between them.

"Stop staring at her ass! Yes, she has gorgeous buttocks, but you have too, and you will have the chance to show them as well! You are bleeding. Here, take this alcohol and napkin, and wipe your pussy clean!"

After a little moment to return on Earth "Alcohol? But it will burn!"

"And who cares? So you will get used to pain quickly! Come on! So I can put your dress on properly" Sarah also had already her uniform on, and with her petite body she seemed like a doll: over a thin white low-necked camisole, that arrived to cover up to her nipples (but that was so light that the erected long outline was perfectly visible), she wore the multi-colored dress, composed by a corset laced on the front, that circled under her breasts supporting them (but not covering them, leaving only the thin camisole), and then finished with the short large skirt. Her hair were gathered into a knot, leaving her neck exposed, and her slender legs were completely nude, except for the lace that crisscrossed her ankles, that emphasized the nakedness of her feet and their unnatural vertical position. It seemed impossible that she could walk and move so freely standing only on her toes, with her torso forced upright and her waist so incredibly reduced. The impression was that she was going to break in two, and when Sarah measured her reduced waist, Emily thought that her friend was completely insane: "The Palmers will be very happy this evening! 16 inches!"

When finally her uniform was on, Emily felt terribly exposed. The sensation was somehow actually even worst than be nude: the swaying of the skirt emphasized the little tiny border between being dressed or naked, and the whirls and fluttering sensation it produced on her buttocks made her constantly aware of her exposedness. If she looked at her boobs, they seemed practically naked: brought to improbable heights by the corset and the forced upright position, the round lines of her cleavage were left totally naked by the camisole, and even if her nipples and the lower part of her breasts were covered, the outline was really too visible to make her feel comfortable. The make up Sarah had applied on her face was in the middle between gothic and slutty: the powder made her face vary pale, so that the red glossy lipstick emphasized her succulent lips. In addition to all of this, her feet felt already very tired by that vertical position, and she almost stumbled a pair of times.

"Emily, may I give you a suggestion? Concentrate on your legs: feel and control every single muscle. Instead of just trying not to fall and save the strain, push against the floor, tensing voluntarily your muscles."

Emily tried to apply Rose's suggestions, but her feet and legs were already very sore. She could push and resist in tension for a minute, but then the strain was too much and she had to go back to try to lean on the (useless) heels and soles.

"I think you should follow the special gym class that Michael - our boss - has organized in the near sport center. I felt unstable like you in the beginning, but now it's much better. Obviously ballerinas don't have this kind of problems..." pointing to Sarah, who was pirouetting and dancing elegantly, even if so constrained. "Hey, take this, put it into your pussy!"

Emily was given a vibrating egg, and saw Rose and Sarah inserting deeply another pair "Must I? I mean, is it part of the rules???"

"No no absolutely! It's just a little ritual we do every evening before work, just to give us a lift! You know, some pleasure can make the pain more bearable! But be careful not to come! The important thing is the tension you can build and that will accompany you during the evening. Eventually, only after finished the evening, you can give yourself an orgasm, to reward yourself for all the pain and effort."

Emily felt now completely in a parallel universe, so she followed the suggestion without questioning, and waves of pleasure suddenly started to produce in her body, demanding her to relax. But obviously she couldn't relax any single muscle, so she started a terrible fight to remain tensed. Every step was a problem, and she stared at Sarah, who had resumed her dance, and was now hopping out of the dressing room. "Hey, come, let's eat some food before beginning to work!"

Eating with the waist so tightened was almost impossible: Emily felt she just hadn't any place where to put the food. And the stimulation in her vagina wasn't helping her at all, plus the cold metal under her bare buttocks. Sarah had her same problems, with her waist reduced more than usual, and was in fact eating just a soup, while Rose seemed at ease, probably because her natural waist had to be reduced of just 2 inches. They introduced Emily to the chefs and the rest of the staff, who seemed nice people. They explained some of the practices they used, but Emily had a lot of problems to concentrate, due to the stimulation that was bringing her on the edge of an orgasm. Fortunately all the distress from the rest of her body distracted her enough, but after a while it became very annoying. It seemed to be a common problem, in fact Sarah excused herself and went back to the dressing room, and Rose did it as well, so she felt entitled to go away as well, to remove that egg.

Since it was Wednesday evening, they didn't expect many people to come. The first clients who arrived were two businessmen, who had never been there, and Rose was assigned to them. They were quite astonished by her beauty and her nakedness, and complimented a lot about her cleavage, which was just a little smaller than Emily's. Rose replied with a big smile and seemed very pleased by their appreciation, and did everything she could to please their eyes. While pointing to the specials of the day on the menu, she bent of 90 degrees, putting her tits on their faces, in turn, while giving a full view of her ass to the other. And when she saw that one of them leaned out to watch better into her crack, she even winked at him!

After a while they worked there, it was for those girls an automatic reflex to behave like that, and they were even pleased of the sexual appreciation they received. It had cost them a lot of training, obviously, first to loose completely the shyness or even the disgust to be treated like sexual objects, and then to become sexy machines trained to act erotically and enjoy the lustful feedback. Sarah's reaction on the bus was a typical result of that training: she had accepted with gratitude the perverted attentions that one year before she would have found disgusting, disrespectful, violent, invasive and much more.

After a little time, during which they hadn't permission to seat, because everybody had to be always available (causing even more distress in their feet and legs, forced to stand still like statues), the Palmer family arrived, and Sarah welcomed them warmly. Mr. Palmer, an handsome and dignified man, dressed in a grey suit and red tie, was accompanied by his wife, a wonderful and courteous woman in a tight long black dress and high heeled sandals that exalted her slim figure, and his daughter Mary, a lovely 14 years old dressed in a white brocade extremely-tight very-short tube, that ended just above her small tits, and just below her buttocks, leaving her long firm legs completely naked, adorned only by matching white high-heeled flip-flops.

"Hi Sarah! It's so nice to see you again!"

"Hi Mary. I'm very pleased as well"

"Do you like these? They are 4 inches! I won the dance display, and so I obtained to buy these sandals, this dress and to come here to dinner!"

"Hey, compliments!" and then to Mr. and Mrs. Palmer "I always knew your daughter is talented, she will make a lot of way!"

"I don't know, she needs more concentration, more discipline, more self-command." replied Mrs. Palmer.

"But we are very proud of her! And we wanted to give her this little prize. You know, she is very fond of you: you studied ballet as she does, and you are her example of abnegation and stoicism, for the endurance of strain and pain."

The little girl wanted to impress Sarah: "Yes, I know that endurance is an important quality in ballet, and in life in general. And I want to improve. For example, I looked for sandals as similar as possible to yours, and found these. You see" raising a foot and in the process uncovering an inch of her buttock "the sole is very narrow, so I have to support myself on my toes as you do: I'm constantly in semi-pointe! And the string between the toes is very thin, I can assure you that it hurts!"

"Yes I know well those sandals, I wore their twins yesterday! They are lovely!"

"You mean that you wore them all the day long?"

"Yes, I'm used to worse. But maybe you should wait a few years..."

"I want to try, I like to challenge myself.... For example this dress can be tightened on the waist, so I can have a smaller waist, as you do. You see, I'm 20 inches instead of my normal 22! I know that my natural waist is already small, but I want to keep it so and improve it! Hey, but you look thinner than usual this evening! Did you change something?"

"I hoped you noticed that! Yes, I'm 16 inches now!"

"Wowwww!!! I esteem you so much! I want to become like you!"

"Training, Mary, just training..."

In the meantime they were seated, and Emily's presence urged to be explained: "She's Emily, my friend, this is her first day here, so she is a little clumsy. But I'm sure she will learn quickly."

"Hi Emily, nice pair of tits! Compliments!" said peacefully Mr. Palmer, provoking a hatred sight from her wife.

"Thank you, Mr. Palmer" was all Emily could reply. While they were going back to take the menus, Sarah hissed in her hear "Stupid! You should have bent over to offer a better view! Take a chance now, giving him the menu".

With her feet that now hurt terribly, her muscles tensed in the effort to keep her balanced, she managed somehow to bend over at 90 degrees without falling, and in the meantime to fake a lovely smile, while her tits swayed in front of Mr. Palmer's lustful eyes. What she didn't considered was the speed of the operation: trying to do it very quickly, the sway she created was too abundant, and her tits went out of the camisole, remaining completely naked when she straightened. The thing didn't go unnoticed by the two businessmen at the other table, who started to clap their hands. "I'm very sorry..." red in face she had started the even more embarrassing operation of putting her jugs back, when she was stopped "You don't have to be sorry of such abundance! Instead, please leave them out, now that you kindly showed them". But the final taunt came from Mary: "Are they real or fake?"

She reasoned quickly and understood that she had to stay calm and manage the situation according to the rules and practices of that strange place, so she adjusted the camisole beneath her breasts, fiercely straightened her bust to better show her naked tits, and with a warm smile replied "They are real, luckily!" Inside she was dying from the shame, but she was learning not to betray her emotions (and she necessarily had to, otherwise her face would have been a mask of pain: from her feet, legs and waist).

"They are wonderful, I wish mine were the same!"

"You are still young, who knows, maybe in the next years..."

"No, mine will be like mum's..."

"Sweetheart, large breasts are not for ballerinas. They are vulgar, we must be elegant instead" was Mrs. Palmer's resentful reply, that closed the conversation.

After they ordered and Emily was given her first plates to bring (balancing ever more difficulty as the time went by and the strain in her muscles increased), her boss eventually noticed her boobs' nakedness: "Is it a new fashion?" he joked, and without giving Emily the time to reply "anyway it's very nice, you boobs sway lovingly while you walk: why don't you always stay this way? It's just a suggestion, obviously, but it seems our clients appreciate it a lot!"

The rest of the night went on without problems, there were no other clients, and both the Palmers and the businessmen left very early. The only other challenge for Emily was when, after asked permission to her parents, Mary asked if she could touch Emily's tits. Emily's mind was so overwhelmed by the tiredness that she agreed automatically, and Mary happily fondled her big breasts, raising even some pleasure in Emily, whose judgment was now completely out. Her mother hated that, and her father secretly envied Mary, but the problem came when the two businessmen asked cheerfully (after a full bottle of wine) if they could do the same thing. She had to accept, but in her mind a voice said "whore, bitch, you are letting yourself to be treated like a piece of flesh", while she tried to maintain her lovely smile, even if bending had become a painful exercise, and in addition there was also the pain from the businessmen's harsh pinching at her big erect nipples. She managed the situation, with resources she didn't think she had, and everybody (except her, and Mrs. Palmer) was very happy when left the restaurant.

Back in the dressing room, Sarah and Rose had put the eggs back inside at the shout of "Orgasm time!", at their maximum speed, and had started to masturbate, instead Emily had just inserted the egg to imitate her friend, but was too shy to masturbate in public, so she removed her dress, sandals and cincher, remaining completely naked, and felt suddenly better. She started to inspect her hurting feet, finding (to her disbelief) that there was no cut from the string and no blister from the friction, just a lot of redness, sign that Rose's suggestions had worked (and maybe she had to go to the near gym), when suddenly the lights went out. Sarah was startled like her, but Rose instead began to sing "Happy Birthday", and soon the rest of the staff arrived, bringing on a trolley a big cake with 19 candles. Sarah was very moved and started to cry from the joy: in all the concentration needed for her job, she had even forgotten it was her birthday!

She blew out the candles, but when she started to remove the first, she realized there was something strange: it took long to pull out, and the base... it ended with a needle! She was puzzled, but then they turned on the light and she found that the cake was actually an ass, in a contortionist pose, and from the voice that came out of the trolley she discovered it was Lara's ass, another waitress who was a good friend (and who was a truly masochist) and who came purposely that evening to act like a cake. She had resisted inside the trolley for half an hour, lying on her nape and neck, her back vertical, ass up in the air (the only part sticking from the trolley), legs bent over her bust, feet behind her head, with her ass coated with hot chocolate, custard and whipped cream, and pierced with 19 needles ending with 19 candles. And all this suffering, just to make this surprise!

Sarah knew it was a very special present: Lara had offered her suffering to her, and according to the restaurant's practices, it was the best offering one could make. In one year it had happened just once, but it was different, since it was for their boss' birthday and they had organized a special choreography that was just a little painful, for everybody.

They ate the "cake" directly from Lara's buttocks with the spoons, and as an exchange Sarah decided to lick Lara's ass and pussy clear of the remainings, with her first real lesbian act in her life, that ended with Lara's exploding orgasm.

Then she opened the other presents. Her boss gave her a choker, that she wore at once. It was made by very thin chains of white gold, spaced out with thin vertical bars: its width was almost two inches, and she suddenly found that it was very very tight around her neck, cutting much of her air, the few air that remained with her waist already so tightened. It was a wonderful, sadistic gift. She thanked him very much and went on with the other gift. The card read just "Your sister Meredith found them somewhere, and they ask you to start again." Inside the box she found her beloved pointe shoes, and she didn't resist the urge to put them on. The operation was actually very difficult, with her cincher still so tightened around her and that torturing collar: she couldn't bend anything in her body, but after a while she was walking in her beloved shoes, ready to go en-pointe.

Everybody in the room was just stunned watching Sarah dancing gracefully on her points, her frame so thin due to the cincher that reduced her to an incredible 16 inches, every muscle in her legs tensed, and still she was obviously happy, with a big smile on her face. She felt the egg vibrate inside her, but tried to ignore it: she liked so much to dance that she didn't want to be distracted by anything, was it pleasurable like the egg or painful like the cincher and the choker. Although her movements were impeded by these restraints she managed to be graceful, although her breath was extremely short she sustained the heavy effort of dancing on points for a few minutes. All these sensations summed over time: the pleasure, the pain, the strain to balance, the lack of oxygen, but she went on dancing, trying to keep everything under control, but feeling that her body was starting to betray her. In fact after a while the physical effort was too much for that little available oxygen, and suddenly she didn't understand anything, just felt a big orgasm exploding inside her, and their colleagues saw her fall on the floor and have convulsions for a good half minute. Rose's orgasm, that was mounting inside her since the start of the party, exploded at that sight.

When they started to be worried, fortunately she regained her consciousness, and thanked everybody for the wonderful gift: "Ok, I promise in front of you that I will start again my ballet classes. You are just incredibly kind: you knew how I miss them!"

"Well, actually maybe it would be even useful for a little project I have in mind" glossed her boss, leaving everybody with a question mark. The party was over, Emily and Rose had already worn their normal clothes (Emily desired desperately her sneakers, instead of those other pair of high-heeled sandals), Sarah instead, after having washed her face and removed the pointe shoes, was chatting with a chef, with the cincher still reducing her waist of painful 8 inches. As many other times, he was offering a lift, since taking the bus at that hour could be risky. She knew what he wanted in exchange, but it wasn't a problem since she liked him. This evening it was a little different just for the fact that she asked to give a lift to Emily as well, and he asked her to keep the cincher on, since he was very excited by her wasp waist. So she wore her light minidress over the cincher and slipped again in impossible heels, then went to Emily who watched her in disbelief: how could she appear so relaxed and joyful after such a tiring evening, so much pain (and pleasure), and still endure some of it, if not in her feet, surely in her waist.

It was the end of the summer, and the night was already cold: Emily and Sarah were more than half naked, with their legs and arms totally uncovered, and very thin dresses. Their skin went to goose, and their nipples protruded fiercely through the thin fabrics. Emily sat on the backseat and quickly fell asleep: she was just too tired. Sarah instead started to tease Bob's cock, and when they stopped to let Emily get out, his dick was hard in her hand. Emily just didn't want to know: she was too tired and just wanted to forget everything and sleep, so she said goodnight and stumbled on her heels up to her door, went inside and collapsed on the bed still dressed.

Sarah instead still hadn't finished her day: they drove to a secluded place, then, as she did other times, she removed her little dress, went out, bent over at 180, with her legs crossed and perfectly straight (so it was even more uncomfortable and unstable, with an incredible strain in her toes and every muscle in her legs tensed, buttocks included) until she was able to grab her ankles with her arms, and remained in that position to wait Bob's cock. It didn't took long: with a single thrust Bob entered her ass, causing a gasp out of her mouth, but she remained still, perfectly balanced, feeling and perfectly controlling the tension in every muscle. Then Bob started to pound in her ass, and this time the sensation was heightened by the very little space left inside her by the cincher. The force that tightened her from the outside, this evening was much stronger than she had ever experienced, and its unbeatable strength contrasted the force that expanded her from the inside. In the middle of this clash there was her flesh, her muscles, nerves, blood, that nothing could do: they just had to surrender, to displace and compress, to submit to the unavoidable pain. She stayed still, almost pleased by her ability to endure all that pain, and felt his cock tear inside her, his balls slapping against her pussy, sign that despite all he had managed to thrust all his 8 inches inside her. He liked the renewed tightness in her ass, and although normally he liked to prolong as much as possible his victims' suffering, the pleasure was so intense that after a few minutes he exploded, and she felt the hot fluid splashing inside her.

When he pulled out, they found some blood on his cock, but it wasn't new: the strange sensation for Sarah was that she couldn't manage to keep the fluids from leak from her. The pressure exerted by the cincher was too strong, even if she clenched her anus, and a trickle of semen and blood started to flow from her ass on her legs.

"You won't dare to stain my car, would you?"

"Have you got a tissue? I don't have any"

"Uhm... no, sorry. But you could seat on your dress." and he took her white linen minidress, folded it and placed it on the seat. She knew that it was useless (and maybe even harmful, since he was the most important chef in the restaurant) to discuss, so she just seated, dressed only in her cincher and sandals, with the trickle staining her sexy lovely dress, trying not to feel the pain inside her guts, and she gave him a warm smile.

They drove to her gate, and since her dress was unwearable, she went into the palace and up to her apartment practically naked, or probably even worst, with her waist perversely reduced to a small circle, her feet vertically stretched into her sandals, and a trickle of semen and blood still running on her legs. She closed herself in her bathroom, finally undid the laces and removed the cincher, took a big long vibrating dildo and under a hot shower she masturbated furiously until she had a powerful orgasm, and finally she allowed herself to collapse under the hot stream, freed of all the self-imposed constraints.