Karen - Flight Attendant

The plane landed smoothly after the long eight hours trans-Atlantic flight from Montreal to Frankfurt.

Once the plane had come to a complete stop, Karen unbuckled her safety belt and, along with the other flight attendants, helped the travellers safely get off the plane. When all was done, she disembarked the plane along with her fellow flight attendants.

"So? Quite an experience, right?" asked Suzy

"Yeah. I mean I never event took a trans-Atlantic flight as a passenger so, as a flight attendant, and on my first flight, that was a... high learning curve experience," answered Karen, forcing a smile.

"You look exhausted."

"Yes. I didn't slept much last night. I mean, my first assignments were supposed to be a couple of regional flights, the longest being 2 hours, not this flight. So... yes. After eight hours? I'm exhausted."

"Come on," said Valerie, "let's have dinner and a few beers and hit the bed. We have to be on the return flight in ten hours. I know a good restaurant here."

They all headed for said restaurant, sat down and order some beer and food. Things were great. Suzy, Annie and Valerie recalled some of their early flights and memories of their worst flights while Karen listened with great attention. She just loved those stories and couldn't wait to live one by herself.

When it was time to leave, Karen moaned.

"Damn, I'm aching from everywhere!" she said, stretching up. "I'm not used to so much physical activities and, just sitting there for the past hour or so, I don't know... I feel stiff."

"Oh, I know," said Valerie "I know that great massage parlour not very far from here," said Annie.

"Oh, yes, It's very good," added Suzy. "You can even have the choice of the masseuse or... masseur," she added with a sultry voice. "What was his name? Hanz! Oh, yes. Such muscular hands and... beautiful body. I was literally melting when I got out of there"

"Oh yes, " said Valerie, "He was awesome," she added, her eyes day dreaming.

"But the best one was Lydia. Soft hands. You don't feel like a truck is going over you like when it's Hanz." said Annie. "It's Lydia... I think..." said Valerie, "and yes, she's good. You'll be as good as new by the morning."

"Lydia? You mean... Lynda," said Valerie with a puzzled look.

"Lydia, Lynda, probably the same person," said Annie.

"Hummm... Sounds interesting. Where is this massage parlor located?"

They gave her directions, sometimes contradicting one another, turn left, turn right at the second crossing, no that's left at the first crossing, etc. Karen was trying her best to make sense of it but she took her phone.

"How is it called? It should show on the map," she said.

"Oh, right, it's... what is it called. I'm not sure..." said Annie, frowning.

"It's Frankfurter Universal-Massagesalon," said Suzy with a definitely good German accent.

"Okay... How do you spell... No need, I got it. Well, according to that map, it's just about one block past the hotel. Ill try that, Thank you," said Karen.

Valerie and Suzy gave each other an nod. They all walk together to the hotel. When Karen continued to walk, they asked.

"Where are you going?"

To that massage parlor. I think it will do me good."

"Really? You're really going there? asked Annie.

"Don't forget to ask for Lydia," said Valerie.

"No, Hans!" yelled Annie as Karen walked away.

"It's Lynda, LYNDA... I think." yelled Suzy, "or Lydia?... Fuck I can't remember."

As Karen turned the corner, they entered the hotel lobby.

"That was mean, Suzy," said Valerie.

Following the directions on her phone, Karen found the place after a 10 minute walk. Oddly enough, it was surrounded by places offering "girls, girls, girls" and sex shops. Naive as she was, she didn't made any connection. She found the place, just a small door between two adult entertainment business. Only a small engraved metal plate indicated the place.

She carefully opened the heavy wooden door and was faced with a staircase going down, in the basement.

"Well, every free space count, right?" she mumbled as she went down the staircase, the handrails lit with red lights.

Once down, she entered a small waiting room with a desk and a woman behind it, wearing just a negligee. She found it rather shiny, like made out of plastic but perhaps that was "the thing" in Germany.

"Guten Abend. Wie kann ich Ihnen helfen?"

"Uh... Sorry..." stuttered Karen. "English?"

"Of course, miss. How may I help you?" she said, in relatively good English but with a strong German accent.

"I need to relax and I was told to come here by my fellow coworkers."

"This is... the place..." said the lady with a puzzled look. "What's your name?"

"Karen. My name is Karen. I would like to see... Lynda? If possible, of course."

"Yes, Lynda... First time, right?"

"Yes, first time."

The receptionist punched at her computer.

"Kareen... Right. Very good. Can you fill-up this form in the meantime?" she asked, handing Karen a pad. "I'm sorry, we ran out of the international version and this is German only. I provided a translation paper with it," she said, handing a loose sheet of paper.

"Oh, okay. Thanks."

Karen sat down and looked at the form. Name, nickname? Address. Some choices were evidently about any medical issues, heart problems, etc. She was okay with that, she filled similar forms just for a dental exam. Then there was a question with a lot of options that wasn't translated: Bestätigen sie das sie kein Interesse haben an: schwere Fesselung, Disziplin, Atemspiele, Mumifizierung, Keuschheit and five or six other words.

She raised her head to talk to the lady but she was busy on the phone so, she answered "no" to all of them, playing it safe, putting the pad back on the counter. The woman took it and fed it through a scanner, smiling at Karen and gesturing to take back her seat.

About five minutes later a door opened and a small woman, wearing some tight fitting red plastic catsuit and a tight corset appeared.

"Miss... Kareen?" she asked, with a soft spoken voice but with a strong German accent.

"Yes, Karen," she said, standing up.

"Please come with me," she said, opening her arm to allow Karen into the door.

Karen entered. It was a rather small dark room. It looked more like a changing room with a locker.

"Hallo. My name is Sandra. It is here first time, ja?"

"Ja... Yes, it's my first time."

"Do you know neck entry catsuit?" she asked, taking something black, shiny and heavy from a plastic envelope.

"A what catsuit?"

"A neck entry catsuit," she continued, unfolding the long garment.

It was a catsuit, Karen could see that, but without any zipper.

"You stretch neck. Feet first. Then you pull up. use powder. Many powder." she said, struggling a little with her English. "Me back later," she added before leaving.

Karen, a little puzzle, took the catsuit.

"What the heck is that? Rubber?" she asked herself, taking it up and stretching the neck. "I doubt it but, hey, if she said so..." she said, sitting down and putting her feet through the neck opening and pulling the suit up to her knees, feeding the torso then the legs, where it became clear that that suit was quite small and it would be tight fit but it stretched and somehow, she liked the feeling of that smooth rubber sliding up her legs. She pulled the attached toe socks, giggling as each toe found it's little pocket. Then she pulled the suit upward, feeling the tight collar over her hips then her waist then up, stopping just below her breasts.

"No way I'm gonna fin in this thing," she mumbled, just as that woman in red entered again.

"Need, you, help?" she asked.

"Yes," said Karen, evidently not having a clue how to put it over her shoulders with her arms in the way.

Sandra pulled on the neck and gently took Karen's arm, folding it and pushing her elbow inside the suit while pulling up on it.

"Arm in... arm. Push!" she said.

Karen executed, feeling the tight rubber wrap around her arm and hand, until she reached the attached glove. Sandra then pulled the other side of the neck and instructed Karen to put her arm in, and then, magically, the collar rose to her neck and her arms were pushed into the sleeves, the last pocket of air exhausting with a funny sound, making Karen giggle.

"Ya, good fit." she said as she looked at Karen gleaming black body. "What is shoe size?"

"Shoe size? What for?" asked Karen but Sandra had picked Karen's own shoes. "

Ah... US size... I think okay." she said, disappearing without giving any explanation, to come back with boots. High heel boots!

Karen took it and looked at them. She was about to ask a question when she heard someone shout in German, and she thought she heard "Sandra" amidst the thing said. Sandra smiled at her and excused herself before disappearing behind the same door she had came in.

Karen found it weird to wear this strange suit and high heel boots for a massage for, she figured it must be a German thing, and put the boots on. The fit was okay. She was standing up, looking at a mirror when Sandra came back.

"Come, now." said Sandra.

"Why do I have to wear... this," she said touching her latex catsuit, "and that?" asked, pointing at the boots while passing the door.

"Mistress Lynda requires it."

"Ah... uh... wait!" said Karen as her eyes grew wide "Did you say Mistress Lynda?"

She didn't had time to react. her arm was grabbed, she was twisted around and was pushed against a wall while someone was dragging her arms in her back. She felt something being wrapped around her wrists.

"Hey! What are you doing? Stopmmmffgnn...!!"

Her protests were cut short by something large and rubbery being stuffed in her mouth while leather straps were wrapped around her head, keeping the gag firmly in place. She felt her wrists linked together and some more straps were tightly wrapped around her ankles., linking them She was turned around and backed against the wall. Standing in front of her was a blond woman wearing a tight fitting leather outfit. Her looks were severe.

She smiled, but it was a severe smile. She approached Karen with a large leather band she wrapped tightly around her neck, then snapped a leash on it.

"You, come." she drily said, pulling on the leash.

Karen resisted at first but she was pulled harder then yanked so hard she was pulled forward. She stumbled with her linked ankles, leaving them with only about 10cm of freedom. Walking in high heels with her hands in her back was... different. Especially since she hadn't much experience in heels.

Her eyes grew wide as they went past a curtain and she entered a large room lit in white and red, and she saw all the... equipment: crosses, frames, tables, all with attachment points. Chains hanging from the ceiling, rings on the floor.

"Mffffmgg..." she said, trying to tell that there has been a mistake. She wasn't there to see a mistress but have a massage. Damn, did the words mistress and massage sounds the same in German? Well, they do sound similar in English...

She was struggling, trying to get free, squirming, pulling on her wrists as she was forced to take tiny steps. She was led in the middle of the room where a chain was linked to her wrists. She was then forced to bend down as another chain was linked from the floor to her collar. The chain from her wrists was pulled up, forcing her into a severe strappado. Her legs were spread out and linked to more rings on the floor. Karen protested and pulled on her bonds. That was not what she was after.

"You need a little warming up to know your place here, apparently," said the dominatrix with a strong German accent, snapping a blindfold.

Karen heard her walking away. She didn't saw her take a large wooden paddle and... SMACK!!

She jolted forward but was held in place by the neck and wrist chains. SMACK! again. SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!!!

Now, the latex coating her behind seemed to lessen the blow. Yes, it was hurting but not as strongly as if she had been hit directly. Well, it was what she felt, never really having been spanked before but she imagined it would hurt a lot more. Although, after a dozen of strokes, it did hurt.

Mistress Lynda stopped the spanking and gently rubbed her leather covered hand over Karen's behind, like to spread the pain... It felt weird. She then took a leather whip with a dozen of straps or and, giving it a rotary motion, spanked Karen again. Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap! That one felt milder but her butt had became quite sensitive from the hard spanking.

But the weirdest thing was... she liked it. Wait, could it be? But damn... it made her... horny.

After what seemed like an hour, her legs were shaking, her shoulders were hurting and her butt was on fire, although in reality, the spanking session lasted merely twenty minutes. Mistress Lynda walked to her head, taking the head harness from her gloved hand and pulled it upward, forcing Karen's head up to look at her, although she couldn't.

"Now that this is settled, will you behave?" she asked with a severe tone.

Karen nodded yes. Anything to get out of this position.

Without a word, Mistress Lynda removed the links to the floor to her neck and ceiling from her wrists, allowing her to stand up, but she quickly re-used the ceiling chain to link it to her collar, and it was then cranked up, pulling her, stretching her neck to the point where her feet were about to leave the ground. She had to stand on the tip of her high heels but she knew she couldn't sustain this extreme position for too long. And one big question: why?

Mistress kneeled in front of her and slowly opened the crotch zipper. Putting a disposable nitrile glove over her leather gloved hand, she gently began to rub her finger against Karen's crotch.

She moaned, but her concentration was about to stand up as high as possible so the collar wouldn't strangle her. She felt the Mistress play with her holes, then she felt something cold and greasy push against her vagina. The push was strong and something huge, large and long was pushed in.

Something large and long was also forced up her butt hole and she couldn't do anything about it. That was disturbing. The zipper was closed, Mistress Lynda getting slowly back up, gently sliding her hand along Karen's latex encased body.

She lowered the chain a little, allowing her to stand on her feet and left, to come back a moment later with something wide, wrapping it around Karen's waist.

"Oh fuck! Corset?" she thought.

And she was right. The long and heavy rubber garment was wrapped around he waist and Mistress began to pull the lacing. Karen tried to resist by working her belly muscles but apparently, it wasn't Mistress's first rodeo. She pulled on the lacing for as long as she was able to gather some slack between Karen's breath.

"Dann ist es der harte Weg." said Mistress, yanking the neck chain one notch, slightly strangling Karen.

Now that she was concentrating on not to choke to death, she released the tension on her stomach and Mistress was allowed to tighten the corset. Karen wanted her to stop, that it was tight enough, but Mistress continued to pull and pull, getting the corset tighter and tighter, forcing Karen's breath to become a lot shorter and faster, increasing her sense of panic.

Mistress tugged hard one more time before knotting the lacing and placing them into some sort of pouch attached to the corset, which was locked. Only after that did she loosened the neck chain, allowing Karen to relax. A little.

She took a steel belt and wrapped it around her waist, following by a crotch strap pulled up tightly, forcing those intruders even deeper, making Karen moan. This whole massage idea was aiming for a totally different direction that she had expected.

Finally, the neck chain was lowered and removed, and her ankles were freed from the floor rings, allowing her to finally relax. Sort of. Those intruders were huge and very disturbing. Her feet felt weird in those high heels she wasn't accustomed to. That latex suit, that crushing corset, yes, somehow, it all intrigued her, even aroused her. However, this was NOT what she was expecting. She wanted to relax, not to be whipped.

If this was a prank from her co-flight attendant, it wasn't funny. If it was some sort of mistake, then she had to get the message through. But how? Evidently, that Mistress was having none of it. She had to get help. Maybe the receptionist? A quick look and she saw that Mistress at a table, evidently preparing her next torture experiment. She decided to make a run for it.

Not used to the high heels, she could only run in small very noisy steps which immediately attracted Mistress' attention.

"HALT! Komm zurück!! Wohin denkst du, gehst du?" yelled Mistress Lynda quickly reaching Karen and grabbing her shoulder, making her making a 180 so quick that her feet almost flew off the ground. She grabbed her arm firmly and brought her to a cage sitting on the floor.

"You are a bad girl. You need punishment!" said Mistress Lynda, pushing hard on Karen's head to make her kneel, then crawling while she opened the gate of the cage.

"Inside!" she ordered.

Karen tried to resist but Mistress, obviously, Mistress saw it coming and it wasn't her first dance. She blocked Karen and she had no choice but to go in. At least, the base of the cage was cushioned but still. It was a damn cage! She immediately began to trash around. She wanted out. That wasn't what she was in for. She wanted a massage!

She tried to yell it, to yell the word "massage" but thanks to her heavy gag, only some incomprehensible gargle came out.

And apparently, Mistress Lynda wasn't done with her being only in the cage. Chains began to fly over the top of the cage. Reaching through the cage, she put a chain from the top ring to the base of the front door. Then from the back ring of her collar, over a few bars on top of the cage, down to her wrists cuffs. She added another chain to link her ankle cuffs and one from that chain to the rear of the cage. Another chain was link from a loop at the base of the steel crotch band, to the middle bottom of the cage before taking a step back and looking at Karen's predicament with a satisfied smile.

Karen wasn't smiling. Not one chain was tight. She was allowed to move. But she quickly find out that she was allowed to move... not just enough. She saw Mistress lean over the cage, her hands entering, holding something. And then her sight vanished as the blindfold was applied. She was alone with her thoughts.

To kneel, she had to get her neck up, but the chain from the front of the collar prevented it. She could lay down, but the chain linking her neck to her wrists just pulled her wrists higher as her neck went down. She couldn't stretched her legs out of the cage, thanks to the chain linking her ankles, and if she wanted to sit, her ankles were linked to the rear of the cage. The only way she could sit was to turn around but with the neck to wrist chain going over the cage, that was impossible.

She couldn't kneel. She couldn't sit. She couldn't lay down. She was able to crouch on one hip but it quickly hurt, so she had to move. She grunted out of frustration, hoping it would get Mistress' attention. She tried to trash around the cage but she quickly reached the end of every length of chain, yanking on her collar, on her wrists, on her ankles, on her crotch.

She was on the verge of crying. She wanted to relax, not to struggle tied up inside a cage! What the fuck was all of this for? What did she do to deserve this? Her groans changed to wimps. She wanted out. Desperately. She was willing to do anything to get out. She was surrendering.

And then... the large toys inserted inside her began to hum. Oh damn! Yes, she was getting fucked and screwed now. She was in the most straining and uncomfortable position and she was getting sexually stimulated?

What kind of twisted mind would like that?

Well... hers, apparently.

Her wimps and grunts changed. She twisted within the limits of her chains, every yanks getting her more aroused. The toys didn't stopped, they increased in intensity. Somehow, the discomfort became pleasure. She pulled on her neck chain until it strangled her. Air was whistling through the small nostril holes.

The orgasm was powerful and quite unexpected. How can one orgasm in such a predicament? And how come said orgasm be so powerful, so pleasurable. She had great orgasms before but this one top them all, by many orders of magnitude.

"Good. Enjoying it. You stay longer." she heard Mistress Lynda say.

Karen moaned, grunted and wimped, and pleaded to be released. Yes it had been good but she wanted out! The toys stopped and she felt Mistress handling the chain at the back of her neck. Finally, she would get released.

She thought.

Instead, that chain was shortened and linked directly to the cage. Same thing with her wrist chain, being shortened, forcing her arms painfully up against the top of the cage. Then her front neck chain was also shortened, removing any movements of her head. Her crotch chain was also linked to the bottom with a shorter chain but also another chain going to the top of the cage. Finally, her ankles were released... and her feet stretched out, linking each ankle cuff to the corners of the cage.

Now, she couldn't move at all! On one hand, she could simply let herself hang from the chains, but that was straining on her neck and even chocking her.

Then the toys were turned back on. Oh shit! She tried to trash around the cage but she was held so tightly, she only wiggled as the orgasm built-up once again. Powerful. The more restrained she was, apparently the more aroused she was.

She exploded, again. She was screaming, yelling, grunting, all at the same time. The large ball inside her mouth made her horny. She was yanking at her chastity belt through the chains to increase the toy's effects. The whole setup, the extreme position, the unyielding bondage, the tight latex catsuit, the corset, the gag, the blindfold, everything added up to create the most astonishing sensation.

The orgasm lasted. A long time. She was exhausted. She had been up for how long now? She was supposed to get a good massage and go to bed, ans she wasn't getting any sleep. The orgasm and her exhaustion had the best of her and she slowly faded out, feeling hands around her, freeing hands.

Yes, she was free but she didn't give a damn. She would in no circumstances, try to get out of there.

But they weren't taking any chances. She felt the chains linking her ankles, her arms being secured in front of her while two persons, Mistress Lynda and her aid, Sandra, carried her to a bed, or was it a table, where her ankles were linked to a ring. Her arms were stretched over her head and also linked to something.

Then she heard loud clicking sounds and she felt her wrists being pulled over her head at the same time her ankles were being pulled on the opposite side, stretching her. More and more. She liked it. She squirmed to make herself more comfortable.

She felt straps being wrapped against her body, her legs, being pulled very tightly, as if, although she was stretched, she could get out of that predicament. Heck She didn't even wanted to get out of it. It was so good, so calming. Feeling all secured like that was... arousing?

She squirmed. Her toys came to life again but, wait. It wasn't her toys. Something vibrating had been applied to her chastity belt and that vibration was being transmitted to the toys through it. That was different. That was fucking good!

She moaned. At the same time, someone was gently squishing her breasts. Well, she wanted a massage. That was not the massage she expected but it was relaxing, in its own strange way.

Her brain signed off. That was enough for the day.

She opened her eyes but it was dark. There was something in her mouth and she felt all... constrained. Her brain woke up and she remembered. Or was it just a dream? No, she was still in latex, still corseted but her arms had moved to her sides. She tried to lift them but they were held back, linked at the wrists. Someone was working at her feet, removing her shoes. Ah. She was getting released. But wait. Something else was put on her feet but it wasn't her flight attendant shoes it was weird, like a tube, forcing her toes down, en-pointe.

She moaned.

"Ah, good. Back with us," she heard Mistress Lynda's voice.

Her body was released and her blindfold removed. Mistress Lynda was there, of course, still clad in black leather. Besides her, that woman in red, Sandra, was standing. Her ankles, wrapped in steel cuffs were linked with a short chain. She also had steel cuff on her upper arms and on her wrists. Her wrists cuffs were linked with with medium-length chains to rings on each sides of her chastity belt. She was restrained but she didn't seemed to mind, working along with Mistress Lynda as if she was free.

They helped Karen to stand up but as soon as her feet touched the ground, when she wanted to put her weight on them, her knees flexed. Something was wrong. Her feet didn't felt right. She looked down and she had the same pointed heeled boots as Sandra had. How can someone stand in those? Even walk?

They grabbed her and hold her steady. Karen made small steps.

"Need training," said Mistress Lynda, directing her to... a treadmill?

She was forcibly placed on it, Karen trying to let her self drop on the ground or to run away, but in those heels? No way.

They had her climb on the treadmill. Chains were linked to the side rings of her chastity belt as well as on the sides of her collar. Her ankles were linked with a very short chain and her wrists were linked in her back, before cuffs were added to her elbows and they were forced to touch!

A winch was operated getting Karen up, removing some weight from her feet but at a cost: it was pulling up hard on her chastity belt, which pulled the crotch strap, making it uncomfortable, and it was also pulling on her collar, choking her. To get relief, she had to put weight on her feet. Devilish.

The treadmill was started at a slow pace, maybe one step every 2 seconds. It was difficult and she often tried to let herself being suspended, making her setup quite uncomfortable.

She moaned, trying to convey that she was ready to quit, to surrender to... whatever, but Mistress was having none of it.

She had to put her mind, or rather her feet to it, and to her own surprise, she got the hang of it quite rapidly. What did Mistress do? She lowered the hanging chain, putting more weight on her feet, until Karen was on her own.

"Gut, gut." she said, apparently happy with the results.

After what , for Karen, felt like an eternity, the treadmill was stopped and she was released from the hanging chains.

"Need rest and reward. Gut. Good." said Mistress, leading Karen to another table, that one lined with a loose fitting latex sheet.

The sheet was opened, Karen's arms were released and she was instructed to lay down on that table, then the latex sheet was pulled over her body, a small breathing hole fit over her nose and she felt the latex sheet being pulled tight all around her body.

She wondered what kind of relaxation bed was that. She heard a whooshing sound and her world seemed to collapse as the latex sheet clung to her body, molding it, pinning her down. She could move, a little, but that rubber... things was pulling her back to her original position.

Then her toys turned on again. She squirmed. It was a different experience. She was restrained and at the same time she was not. She was confined, but as the same time she was not. It was as if she was being held by thousands and thousands of elastic bands. Very comfortable but also very restrictive.

Then her toys were turned on! And she felt arms touching her, groping her, squishing her breasts. One latex coated hand blocked her breathing for a moment, boosting her arousal. She felt something cold being run along her body, her inner thighs, her breasts, like ice cubes or something. It was a totally weird experience but one heck of a good one.

Again, it didn't take time before she exploded, an orgasm so powerful it almost knocked her out. Three. Was it four orgasm since she entered that massage parlor?

She lost track of time. She lost how many orgasm she got. She felt good, but totally exhausted. She protested when she felt the pressure being released and the latex sheet was being removed.

Mistress was gone and it was only Sandra, still all chained up. She helped her get out of the table and led her out into the changing room where the chastity belt, corset, suit, hood, gag, everything was removed.

Karen felt released and at the same time missing stuff. She liked it there. It was all like a dream, like she was high or something. She barely remembered being dressed into her flight attendant uniform and led to the receptionist desk. That's where things took a bad turn.

"Sorry, bad credit card . Rejected" said the receptionist with a strong German accent.

"What? How come?" asked Karen, looking more carefully at the display then looking at the amount due. What the fuck? What the hell is that for?"

"Service for Mistress," said the receptionist, handing out a printed copy of an invoice.

Karen looked at it with wide eyes then frowned.

"Oh, there seems to be a mistake. I'm Karen, not Karyn."

"Yes, Kareen?" repeated the receptionist.

"No, Karen. K.A.R.E.N. Not Karyn." she said showing her I.D. badge.

"Oh... You not Kareen?"

"No... I'm Karen.

"You do not want to see Mistress Lynda?"

"You meen Lydia?"

"Lydia? No... Lynda. No Lydia here."

"But isn't this the massage parlor?"

"Massage? Oh... You wait here." she said, quickly getting up from her chair. Karen noticed that she had changed for a short purple dress she now identified as latex.

While waiting she looked at the clock.

"Oh shit! I just have time to get to the airport!" she mumbled to herself.

The door opened and Mistress Lynda appeared, her face puzzled and she looked a the paperwork.

"You are Kareen, right?"

"No, I'm Karen. Not Karyn. I was told to come here for a massage and ask for Lydia."

"Massage? But no massage here. BDSM dungeon. Massage next door. With Lydia."

"There... there seems to have been a mistake," began to explain the receptionist. "Someone named Kareen... Karyn.. had an appointment with Mistress Lynda. You came in with a similar name and asked for Lydia. Nobody else came, so... Karyn apparently missed her appointment. Sorry, language problems but there was a mistake."

"Oh, now it all make sense. So... how much do I owe you,m then?" asked Karen.

"This amount," said the receptionist pointing at the same amount.

"But... I... I just started working... I... I don't have that money... I... I can't pay that...."

The receptionist discussed with Mistress Lynda in German while they glanced at Karen from time to time.

"Well, this is partly our fault... My fault," said the receptionist, "and I will... be punished... for that. We can take one third off," she said, scribbling another amount. "Can you pay that?"

Karen's eyes watered up.

"No... Can we do a... payment plan or something?"

The plane was already boarding when Karen reached it, out of breath.

"You're late," said Valerie.

"Don't remind me... Rough night." said Karen, putting her bag down and carrying on with her duties, but looking strange, and especially moving in a strange way.

"Is everything alright? The massage went okay?" asked Valerie.

"Yeah. Sort of," quickly said Karen, taking place in her seat as all the passengers were seated and the plane ready to take off.

"What do you mean, sort of? You saw Lydia, right?" asked Valerie.

"Not exactly." said Karen.

"Oh... she saw Hanz! That's why she's walking funny!" said Suzy.

Karen only smiled.

"Well, let's just say that I can't wait to be back here next week." said Karen.

"What do you mean, next week?" asked Valerie.

"For the next flight, right? That's what the schedule calls for: Montreal, Frankfurt, London, Lisbon and... "

"Yeah but... you won't be in it for the second tour." said Suzy, puzzled.

"Why not?"

"Come on, Karen," said Valerie. "You don't get the trans-Atlantic flight right off the start. You got it because Steven called in sick at the last minute and you were the quickest replacement. You will go on regional flights first, then some international and eventually, the long flights. You have to earn it, Karen."

"Oh..." said Karen. "And... how long does that takes?"

"It all depends of your performances and also of the spots availability. In my case, it took five years," said Valerie.

"Almost six years for me, although I did a few flights before, like you as a last minute replacement."

"Oh..." said Karen, blushing, putting a hand at her crotch, feeling something hard and cold. Yes, they had made a payment plans and until then, she would be Mistress Lynda's possession. She quietly squeezed her buns, feeling the large toys inside her, mumbling.

"five years..."