A Tugs Like No Other-The Time To Dance

Postby sarwrductan » Tue Mar 01, 2011 10:40 am

Sitting there on the side of my bed watching as Cindy and Linda work these tights(they'd made out of sweat pants material)..up my legs
having me stand up,then pulling em up around my waist...its like I'm so spaced...so distant...wondering how I got there to that moment.
Linda bent over having me step into the leotard, my hand on her shoulder for balance, letting go as she drawls that upon me guiding my arms
into it and Cindy drawling it from behind where she zips it closing me in an all over tightness except for my hands and head; I felt as if my knees
would buckle
The final touch was snapping the collar of the leotard and locking it and the zipper at the back of my neck as Linda adjusts the leg elastic
kinda flipping it teasing me.
I feel so belittled its almost so indescribable :big: Then came the sarah jane style ballet slippers on my feet and the little padlocks in place.
Oh -mi- gosh ..this is it... I'm thinking. I'm finished now! A bright full fitting red leotard over canary yellow tights, one pair homemade one
pair store bought, seeing myself in a mirror I looked pretty much like walking fire.
Four well placed pieces of skin colored duct tape are now put over my mouth but not before a bandanna is folded and stuffed in my mouth.
Linda puts my hands in these mitts making my fingers useless and having hasps around the wrists are drawn and the belts put through the hoop fastening
my hands down to each side of my thighs after the strap goes between my legs and drawn up.
It's all I can do to stand up to this and not fail or fall flat on my face This outfit is a full body massage in action as I take in a deep breath and let out.
Linda buckles my feet in Hobbles and its time. Grabbing the keys and I.D.s we're off.
Oh the humility and degradation in front of all those we met...The wise cracks...the scorn..redicule..and insults mocking my situation to humiliate
me more and me so helpless...
Ohhh the all over feeling on my body!...I fel as if my knees will buckle at any minute and I'm posturing myself trying to adjust looking like a
little boy who has to potty legs crossed and all trying to hide my swelling bulge
This is my uniform and I have to serve drinks and meals dressed this way to guests at a convention of people who make deceisions. It is the dance
I've ben commanded to do after several dressed rehearsals and training classes with fellow waiters and waitresses
All of us are required to wear the uniform and perform serving guests with grace accepting all comments and critticisms no losing poise
no losing composure, no losing focus nor concentration on our jobs. which got easier for me after I "stopped trying to rise" beneath the tight layers I'm
wearing.
Did I mention the bright red spandex head caps? Why the outfits? What was the theme? Why these colors? We were never told although we suspected
our instructors knew having little doubt of it.
Cindy around this time was busty ,5'5",130 lbs, blonde hair, hazel eyes had a temper a no nonsense kind of person when it comes to her work and
when she plays she has a good time and does it with will and determination.
Linda around this time was average busted, 5'9" black hair brown eyes a serious nature about her plus a mean streak sometimes that showed
when she was with we subjects as we are referred to. Both women are social workers and Cindy is MY girl,(lol)
All we "subjects" have to address all other women as "madam or as ma-am "and gentlemen as "sirs"
Steven, a twenty eight year old subject , got irate and disrespectful to one man and cursed him before all and was ballgagged right there as
security held him down then lifted him up to be taken away.I was given the task of dealing with this dude and already wired from Steven's humiliating
him verbally he decided he was going to push me to it. Lucky him I couldn't get my foot up to his mouth or the side of his head because of my hobbles
I endured his loud and lewd remarks awhile and was fastly reaching intolerance level and Cindy, who by now had been alerted just looked at me
when she heard one of the fool's remarks. She knew if I wasn't hobbled the man would be having paramedics helping him look for his head under all
the tables wher it'd rolled after I did him a roundhouser.
Fighting back the only way I could in this situation since I'd assumed Cindy wasn't going to do anything, I accidently spilled hot coffee in the fool's lap
upon bringing it to him at his request making it appear I'd tripped on someone's chair.
Well the uproar that followed got me relieved of duty as Steven had been ballgag included, and it got the man asked to remove himself from th premises.
I found out what they'd done to Steven, I got the same! We re stripped of our outfits and strapped up hands behind to our waists; no clothes on ; then our ankles strapped together then wheeled into what used to be walkin coolers and were locked in and left till the event was over.
Three or four hours later, security came and loosed us from the gournies and literally made us hop back to the subject locker rooms naked holding us so
we didn't slip, fall, or try to get away wearing blindfolds Man! Talk about goosebumps you get in a cold drafty hall Whew!..
We were put in these disposeable briefs,then put in these tights that had a locking belt around our waists, While suspended six inches or so above the floor
and once we were set loose a ballgag still in place, we were to dance to a video that repeated steps over and over again, along with the subjects rules for the next three days non stop 8:00 a.m. til 5:00 p.m. getting whapped with flipped towels if we stopped.
Those who walk forward always looking back, don't see that which makes them stumble