making the waitress my toy [m/f - dom, slave, exhibition] | 2016

It all started when i got a new job, I was working in a run down corner of Detroit for a department of bank which specialised in foreclosures - the money was ok but it was a thankless and ultimately depressing job working from a run-down office block. About the only thing to do in my lunch break was walk down to the row of shops and either get a sandwich from the store or a plate of shitty cafe food from the little diner type place they had.

Well i started having my lunch in the cafe and often i'd be the only person eating in there so i'd chat with the waitress and chef, a lady called Carol. She was about fifteen years older than me, maybe twenty, a larger lady with big pendulous breasts and a wide ass. She loved my English accent and always asked me about home, for my part i asked what Detroit had been like during her youth and what she thought would happen in the long run.

Well to cut a long story short after a number of weeks of the town i was so desperate for entertainment and distraction i become a bit fixated on her. Every lunch i would go down and chat with her, learn more about her and get to know her better until finally i decided i had to have her. I'd learnt she enjoyed serving people more than just food, in fact the very reason she still worked in the rundown cafe was the thrill of serving people. There was nothing else for it, i set myself the task of convincing her into my service.

I took it slow at first, playfully i began to order my food with more determination, adding little details and demands in the style of a bossy master. She played along until soon i was barking orders at her, 'cook me a burger, don't burn the onions, the lettuce better be fresh!' and she was jumping to attention, sometimes i'd even do this while other people were in the cafe - i got a few cold looks but i didn't care.

Finally I tried my luck one quiet wednesday morning, i marched into the shop and upto the counter calling out loudly 'hey, hurry up get cooking you useless whore' she jumped to attention flushing red, i grinned knowing she half hated and half loved being insulted. 'this isn't acceptable, you should have had the grill on ready!' i barked trying to cover my smirk, she tried to protest i'd come early but i shouted at her to shut up. 'you're a useless fucking whore, fuck your excuses!' i spat at her and she winced as it splashed across her face, 'you gotta learn when to shut your face.' i'd been plenty rude to her before but never to this level, i don't think she really knew what to do or say so i thought i'd help her out by yelling at her to stop her blubbering and get her tits out.

For a moment she looked at me in disbelief then when i didn't back down she began to slowly unbutton her top. 'just quickly, what if someone comes in?' she asked while undoing the buttons. 'then they'll know you're a dirty whore who should have had the grill on ready!' i smirked watching her glance out the window furtively before pulling open her shirt and revealing the fat belly and big bra covered tits. 'take it off' she shook her head then slid her shirt from her body, 'the bra' she fiddled with it and wriggled free before unsnapping it and discarding it. 'give it to me' she picked it up again and handed it to me while i admired her big juicy tits. There was a really awkward moment she just stood their looking like she was going to cry, i laughed to ease the tension and told her to put her shirt back on and cook me a fucking burger.

The food had got much better since i'd become more demanding, when it arrive it looked delicious and i commented she'd done well. I told her i want to eat it while watching her play with her tits, she didn't even question my command this time although she did check the coast is clear before unbuttoning her top. Between bites of the burger i commanded her manipulations; demanding she tease her nipples, jiggle her titties, push them together or anything else i could think of.

Finally i was done and i stood up to leave chucking a ten dollar note on the table, i beckoned her to follow me to the door where i kissed her gently on the lips and whispered 'you're ok,' before a sudden thought hit me and i added 'but are you a whore or a slut?' i asked wriggling my hand down her waistband and into her knickers until i felt the tell-tale dampness of sexual excitement. I pulled my fingers free and smeared them under her nose, 'you're a slut' i laughed 'see you tomorrow.'

The next day i was my normal friendly self, we joked about the day before and went over the feelings she'd been having - she still hadn't decided if she'd enjoyed it or not though, although she did admit to pleasuring herself later that night. It was funny she'd only realized i'd stolen her bra when it was too late, one of the other customers who turned up later had even commented on her lack of bra - joking those big old jugs would knock someone out if unrestrained, i really enjoyed this little extra humiliation i'd left her with and decided it'd become a part of my game.

Friday lunch i went in with a pair of scissors and before i'd so much as greeted her I leaned over the counter and cut three of the buttons off her shirt so that that it hung open enough to show her entire cleavage.
'that's how your shirt is from now on.' she looked down at her exposed flesh and blushed, 'and you won't need this' i pulled at her bra and started to cut it off her while she stood in disbelief.

With the straps cut i pulled it from under her shirt and so her large breasts cascaded free, i chucked it behind me before grabbing her tits and jiggling them about in her top, they looked great - really sleazy. She cooked my burger with the requisite perfection and delivered it to me promptly, 'you're coming along nicely, well done' i smiled offering her a seat opposite me 'now be an obedient slut and get your tits out' reaching into her top she pulled out first one then the other tit and let them flop in front of her, i ate and casually tweaked and twisted her nipples. She sat silently watching me eat and occasionally grimacing when i hurt her nipples.

On the monday at lunch i was glad to see she'd kept with the regime and her cleavage was still on display - but i acted disappointed and told her she should have got a tighter shirt to better show it off. I got her tits out and played with them while placing my order in excruciating detail, then i watched while she cooked and her tits hung free - finally my meal was ready and we resumed our ritual of teasing her tits while i chow down.

Half way through i told her to get up and put her tits away, she did so quickly and without fuss but was more hesitant when i demanded she place her knickers on the table. She didn't argue though, after a pause she reached under her skirt and wriggled free of them before scooping them up and placing them in front of me.
'sit down and spread your legs,' she sunk onto the chair opposite me with her legs parted 'show me, i want to see what sort of state your cunt is in.' she blushed and raised the fabric over her sex, i laughed and called her a mangy slut pointing at the thick weave of black hair between her large thighs, 'we're gonna have to clear that away' without any further word i shovelled the last of my burger into my mouth and reaching into my pocket for the scissors leaned into start work.

When i was done there was a small pile of black hair on the table and her cunt was closely shorn, even though she was a larger, older lady her pussy was in good shape - her large outer labia hung evenly either side of the ruffles of inner labia which surrounded them, i was actually impressed how well kept it looked after it's haircut but i covered this with a sneer and a comment about how much work is left to be done.

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