The music in the bar pumped around her. Her every sense was heightened. The earlier beating she received was still resonating through her. It had been just a tease, a way of getting her to relax before the big event. However, this, this she had never counted on.

She nervously removed her coat, exposing the outfit he had chosen. The see-through shirt that showed off the chain dangling between her breasts, the clamps securely attached to her nipples. A short skirt that showed off her naked ass and cunt if she bent over. The stay-up stockings. The four-inch heels. She would never have chosen the outfit herself. She would never have the guts. She felt the blood rush to her face and between her legs as she imagined everyone was staring at her.

She moved around to his side of the table and crouched down to whisper in his ear. He shook his head and looked down at the floor. He wanted her to kneel when she made her request. She glanced nervously around the bar before lowering her head and kneeling down beside him. Wetness developed between her legs. "May I sit in a chair please Sir?" she said quietly, shaking with her head bowed. She could not bear too look up. She quivered as he reached out his hand. He stroked his finger down her chest to the chain and pulled. He pulled her into a standing position. He then pulled the chain to get her to bend over and kiss him. It was a second before she realized her bare ass and wet cunt could be seen by anyone that looked. Letting go of the chain and letter her stand up straight, he nodded his head. She moved to her seat across from his. The chain tugging at her nipples with every step. The throbbing between her legs increased and almost became unbearable.

He signaled the waiter over and ordered himself a drink. The waiter looked to her for her order. She looked up at her Sir with the question on her face. He had warned her before hand that she was to speak to no one but him. Her Sir smiled with approval but dismissed the waiter without ordering anything for her. As the waiter left, her Sir spoke to her quietly. "Do you think you deserve something to drink?" he asked. She just stared at him, not trusting herself, before answering with "That is for you to decide Sir." "So it is, but what is your thinking on the subject?" He smiled at her as she thought through her answer. "I do not think I have gone against your instructions Sir, so I would have to say I do Sir. But of course, the final decision is up to you Sir." He smiled at this answer.

The waiter returned with her sir's drink. As the waiter placed the glass on the table, her sir spoke. "What do you think?" taking a glance at the waiter's name tag, "Jeff. Do you think she deserves a drink?" The waiter looked at her and blushed when he saw the chain and clamps through the sheer fabric. He stammered an "I guess so" as he took her sir's money. "Well then," her sir said, "What would you like to drink slut?" She blushed and answered "What ever you feel would be good for me Sir" with a quiet voice. "She will have a large Coke then" he ordered and dismissed the young man.

He watched her then. The look in his eyes sending a shiver, down her spine, to her clit. She wondered if he knew just how wet she was. He cocked his finger at her, motioning her to be next to him. She stood and walked to his side. He, again, motioned her to kneel. She, glancing around the room, knelt down beside him, and almost groaned aloud from the sheer pleasure she felt at being able to please him. He unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her breasts and the clamps that tortured her nipples. She gasped, aloud this time, as the blood rushed the sharp pain down between her legs. He placed the clamps on the table, keeping his eyes on her the entire time. He lifted her head with a finger on her chin. She looked up into his smile and shivered. A quiet "please?" escaped her lips. He nodded, and watching her eyes, smiled as she reached her orgasm.

She came, there, kneeling on the floor of the bar, people all around. She did not even see the young waiter return with her drink and then walk away.

Her sir bent down and kissed her as the last waves passed through her. He whispered into her ear "That is all dear. You have done well. Now go sit, and drink your Coke. We will be leaving soon." She nodded as she stood. Her legs quivered. She kept one hand on the table to steady herself as she walked back and sat down. She clasped the drink in both hands so as not to spill it. She took a long slow gulp then placed the glass down and nodded to her Sir. Her Sir stood and picked up her coat. He grasped the back of her hair, pulled her up to stand, and draped the coat over her shoulders so she could slip her arms in. Then, his hand wrapped around her back, he guided her out of the bar, into the cold night.