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“Inaaaaa…” Kiara moans sadly, practically flopping onto the diner table.
Ina nods empathically. “Hmm, hmm, let it all out.”
The two close friends are seated inside a vacant booth within Kiara’s very own KFP’s Diner. Her baby, her beauty, her pride and joy; KFP’s Diner currently looks roughly the same as it always does during peak busy lunch time hours: nearly devoid of life. An issue that frustrates its orange-haired owner to no end.
“I’m at the end of my fucking rope here,” Kiara continues to grouse. “People like the food, they like the look and theming, they even said my uniform looks cute!”
“And you should be proud of that,” Ina says with a smile.
“But why is it always so damn hard to get enough customers to make ends meet?!” Kiara slams a fist on the table. She doesn’t even bother with keeping her voice down. No one around to be bothered, anyway. “If business doesn’t pick up soon, KFP’s Diner won’t last another half a year!”
The anger in her builds and builds, but just as quickly the steam deflates, leaving Kiara slumping backwards against the padded chair.
“I’m sorry, Kiara,” Ina says. “I’d help if I could. I just… don’t really know anything about cooking.”
“It’s alright. Just being here, being my rant earpiece is more than enough.” Kiara shoots a sad smile across the booth. Her gaze glazes over, until it lands upon the drawing tablet aside from Ina. She blinks, then nearly shoots out of her seat. “Oh, wait! But you’re a designer, right?”
“Uh… you can say that.”
Kiara smiles wide, bright as the sun. “Then maybe you can help with the whole aesthetic of the place!”
“Ehh, interior design isn’t really my forte, either.” Ina shrugs. “I’m an illustrator. I draw people, characters, outfits-”
“Then do my outfit!”
Ina frowns. “But you said you designed that yourself. I don’t want to take over your creation like that.”
“Ina, I’m begging you! I’m not a pro like you. There has to be something I missed. Some secret sauce to really make the outfit pop!”
“I don’t know…”
“Pretty please?” Kiara clasps her hands together, tilting her head cutely. “I’ll pay you, even. We can write up a whole contract!”
“Okay, okay, calm down.” Ina chuckles. Her friend’s enthusiasm never stops being amusing. She gives her friend a once over, looking at Kiara’s diner waitress outfit with the critical eyes of one befitting her expertise. “So you’re open to any suggestion I might have?”
“Anything.” Kiara nods with determination.
“Alright then,” Ina’s unsure frown shifts into a cunning smirk, “here’s an idea…”
Ina’s idea worked. It worked beyond Kiara’s wildest expectations. Within a couple months, the once-struggling KFP’s Diner is now getting so many customers they have to become reservation-only on the weekends just to keep pace. Kiara might think, and still do think, that Ina’s idea is completely crazy, but she can’t complain about the results.
And what exactly is Ina’s idea?
A nervous young couple enters the diner. They glance about at the interior, still almost at full capacity even after two hours past lunchtime. They spot an empty booth and promptly make their way to it, too nervous to make eye contact with anyone inside. On the table is a batch of simple condiments, but no menu, as well as an ominous orange button.
The girl timidly taps the smooth button. “From what I heard, you press this to call… the waitress.”
“Then do it! Come on,” the boy whispers, anxious and curious.
The girl gulps, then pushes down.
Kiara perks up as she feels the call. Table 7 wants to order. Kiara shoulders open the kitchen door and steps onto the dining floor.
Heads turn at her entrance, because who wouldn’t look when a gorgeous woman like Kiara walks into the room wearing what is essentially a diner waitress-themed bikini. Her top can only just contain her bust, and always looks dangerously close to a slip. Her skirt bottom is barely long enough to cover her rear, and sways with every step. Her apron is tied just below her breasts, covering only the front portion of her toned tummy. Her headdress is tastefully crooked slightly to the side. Her tights are pulled up to just halfway up her plump thighs, and slips easily into her black platform high heels. All of it is, of course, still patterned after the Diner’s signature mix of orange, white, and blue.
An outfit this sexy is already incredibly provocative, but that alone isn’t enough. What really garnered so much attention so quickly is all of the… additional accessories.
Leather cuffs are locked around her wrists and elbows. A 10-inch long chain connects the elbow cuffs behind her, while a 12-inch long chain connects the wrist cuffs in front of her. These restraints greatly limit the reach of her hands and forces her to slightly arch her back, the position intentionally emphasizing her breasts.
Below, a second set of leather cuffs are locked onto Kiara, these ones around her ankles and thighs. An 8-inch long hobble chain connects the ankle cuffs, while her thigh cuffs are clipped together. When she walks, she is forced to only take small steps.
A leather collar is locked around Kiara’s neck. A leather panel gag harness is locked around her head, the panel covering her lips and the large rubber bulb on the inside filling her mouth, robbing her of coherent speech. Lastly, a blindfold that is part of the harness covers her eyes, robbing her of sight.
And, of course, all of the restraints are patterned after KFP Diner’s signature orange, white, and blue.
Completing the look is a custom tray made to fit the curve of her stomach, hung there with sturdy wires from her shoulders.
The Diner’s patrons watch in amazement as Kiara, though restrained and blindfolded, moves without a stumble to her step, reaching the young couple’s table easily. Really, it’s just a matter of memorization. Straight from the kitchen door, twenty steps forward, turn right, sixteen steps forward, face left.
“Oh. Oh, wow ,” the girl breathes.
“She actually stopped at our table. How did she do that?” the boy wonders.
Hearing this, Kiara hums with amusement to herself. These two must be first-time customers. How this is possible is thanks to a clever, yet naughty system that Ina devised, and Kiara’s own extensive training. Under her uniform, Kiara wears a pair of nipple clamps, visibly bulging through the fabric, and both her lower holes are filled with a pair of plugs, held in place with a belt. When a customer wants to order, the clamps and plugs give her a short, pleasant vibration, and when an order is ready to be served, they give her a short, sharp shock instead. The different combinations of the clamps and plugs let her know which table to serve. For example, Table 7 wanting to order means she receives a pleasant vibe from her left nipple clamp and anal plug.
Kiara leans forward to give the young couple a clear view of the tray’s surface, as well as an intentional, enticing close-up of her assets. With her limited hand movements, she gestures towards the QR code printed on the center of the tray, which a customer can scan to browse the Diner’s menu and place an order.
“O-oh, right,” the boy stammers. “Guess we have to order now.”
Kiara chuckles into her gag as the couple fumbles through placing an order. They sound adorable, and the fact that they’re new means KFP’s Diner continues to grow.
“Uh, okay, we made an order,” the girl says. “Thank you, miss.”
Kiara leans back, nods, and mmphs something that can be taken as a thanks. She pivots in place and begins hobbling back to the kitchen.
Partway through, Kiara squeals as she receives a short shock to her right nipple and asshole. The order for Table 9 is ready. She pauses to pivot in place, changing course to the counter.
The cook is ready to hand over the order to Kiara. “Chicken pot pie and orange squash for Table 9. Careful, it’s hot,” she says as she places the dishes on the tray.
Kiara carefully pivots around. Straight from the counter, fifteen steps forward, turn right, another fifteen steps forward, face left.
“Ah, how lovely,” says the customer on Table 9, who sounds to be a mature, older woman. “The service here is just incredible. Out of this world.”
Kiara makes a muffled, gagged noise as thanks. She leans forward, using her limited hand range as best she can to first move the plate of chicken pot pie from the tray to the table, then the glass of orange squash.
“Goodness me,” the woman chuckles. “Darling, you’re good.”
From how impressed the woman sounds, Kiara didn’t spill anything. Awesome. She’s on a perfect hot streak.
Such is Kiara’s daily routine now as the bondage waitress of the new and improved KFP’s Diner, providing her customers good food and a unique, memorable, and kinky experience.
The hours pass by. Just as Kiara was finishing up delivering Table 12’s order, she receives pleasant vibe from the vaginal plug. Table 3 wants to order. As quick as she can, she hobbles over to Table 3, turns to face the booth, and leans forward to display the QR code.
“I see business is booming, Miss Takanashi.”
Kiara perks up. It’s Ina’s voice!
“ Mnn'rm hmrm !” (You’re here!)
“Was passing through, so I thought I’d drop by.” Kiara can hear the sweet smile on Ina’s lips. “Looks like everyone is enjoying themselves. Including you.”
“ Nmm phhnnhph phn mnn .” (All thanks to you.)
It really cannot be understated how crucial Ina is to KFP Diner’s successful reinvention. She helped redesign the diner waitress outfit. She designed the entire ordering system from scratch. She stress-tested the system for any contingency they can think of. She even personally trained Kiara to remember all the table placements for two full-shift weeks.
“Give yourself more credit, Kiara,” Ina humbly counters. “Sure, I came up with the crazy idea, but you agreed to be the main attraction of the crazy idea.”
“ Nn hng nmnm, rmnmmm .” Kiara shrugs, but she’s always been bad at hiding when she feels flattered. “ N'm nnphph nn nnfmnphnrnnph phpnrnph .” (No big deal, really. I’m just an adventurous spirit.)
Ina giggles. “More like a horny spirit.”
Kiara glares through the blindfold at where Ina’s voice is coming from. “ Mnn, nf nmm pmnpmm, nn nnph gmph phn nmnm phhm hnrnm cnrn .” (You, of all people, do not get to deal the horny card.)
Ina’s giggle escalates to a full belly laugh. Kiara joins in, laughing into the panel gag.
“ Phn, mmnmm mnn hm nrnmrnng nnmphhnng, Mnphph Nnnnmnm ?” (So, will you be ordering anything, Miss Ninomae?)
“I just did.” Somehow, Kiara can picture Ina with a devious smirk. “I also put in the Extra Special Tip.”
As if on cue, Kiara squeals into her gag, as both clamps and both plugs suddenly come alive .
Kiara knows exactly what’s going on. This is one more profit-making scenario that Ina devised. When someone pays for the Extra Special Tip, both clamps and both plugs will begin to vibrate continuously for a certain amount of time. The vibration on this is much stronger than the short vibes she usually receives. What’s more, for the duration Kiara is forbidden from returning to the kitchen and must walk about on the dining floor. It’ll pause briefly to notify her of orders and finished dishes, but otherwise it continues for the duration, and Kiara has no way of knowing how long it’ll last. Only the person who pays for the Extra Special Tip knows the duration, in this case being Ina, depending on how much they paid for the tip.
“Off you go then, Miss Takanashi.” Ina’s words positively radiate evil. “Order up!”
Kiara leaves with a huff, trying her best to continue her waitressing duties with the clamps and plugs buzzing merrily away. She’s not sure the duration Ina put in, but this is a long one – she lost track after fifteen minutes, and there is a hard limit of thirty minutes. With the constant stimulation, the burst of vibes and shocks from the ordering system, and the natural jostling of the clamps and plugs when she moves, it’s only a matter of time until the inevitable happens.
Kiara stops in the middle of getting an order from Table 10, parking by the nearest booth, leaning against it to steady herself as she climaxes. In the middle of her own restaurant. In public. With a couple dozen people watching.
Once, it would’ve been a mortifying experience that left her red-faced and paralyzed. But by now, that wasn’t even her first climax of the day. Ina’s idea might be crazy, but Kiara is even crazier for getting used to it so quickly.
Doesn’t mean she’s free to come anytime she wants, though. If Kiara can’t hold back, then every table in the Diner gets one free drink of their choice, so she has an incentive to hold out as long as she can. Still, even with the occasional freebie, she’s still making bank.
All in all, the future looks bright, and kinky, for KFP’s Diner.
Though, if Kiara’s being perfectly honest, she is a little worried she won’t be able to keep up with the pace. Accepting orders, delivering dishes, contending with Extra Special Tips for a full shift, every day, all while locked in her unique outfit – it’s a lot. At the rate that this is going, she’s going to have to seriously consider hiring a second bondage waitress.
Maybe she’ll ask if Ina is interested…