Chapter 2

A display restaurant? Emma had never been to one. Never even seen one. The perils of living in a small town was that she didn’t get exposed to such things. Her 3 semesters at Clarkson, meeting Scott, his proposal, the wedding, it all still felt like a dream sometimes.

Scott seemed to be quite excited though. He picked out an outfit for her. Since married women weren’t allowed to touch their piercings without permission, he had to dress her. First, he put on the dark red collar. Instead of her name, he clipped her “fuckpuppy” tag onto it, letting her know that for the rest of the night, not only would she be in puppy mode, she would have to respond to the name “Fuckpuppy”. He placed bells on her nipples as well, to jingle and attract attention.

Then, he pulled her arms behind her and put them into a red leather sleeve that bound her arms close together from elbow to wrist, forcing her to stick her chest out. The position was very uncomfortable, but Emma knew she would have to get used to it if she wanted to be a good submissive wife.

Next, Scott brought out the spray-on tattoo gun and sprayed the words “painal slave” on her stomach and her lower back. He made her spread her legs, then attached two soft silicone clamps on her pussy lips. He clipped a silver chain on each of them, ran it around the outside of her thighs, then attached them to another two clamps in the back to keep her pussy wide open. Scott stood back for a moment, then took a few moments to spray on a few more tattoos, decorating Emma’s thighs and flat stomach with stars. The final touches were the red stiletto boots that went up to Emma’s knees, and a burgundy cloak that he swung around Emma’s shoulders.

“There’s something missing,” he mused. “Oh, I know!”

He pulled a penis gag from the rack. Emma opened her mouth obediently and let him insert it. It pressed against her palate and tongue comfortingly, reminding her of the time at Clarkson’s she spent getting comfortable with constant submission.

Unlike Emma, Scott was fully dressed. He wore a burgundy long-sleeved shirt that matched Emma’s cloak, and black trousers that accentuated just how long his legs were. The sleeves did nothing to hide his large biceps that could manhandle Emma so easily. She felt very submissive, very small, very happy.

“Alright, time to go,” Scott said at last, pleased with himself. He clipped Emma’s leash to her clit, a silver one as well, then led her out of the house.

The cloak was long enough to hide most of Emma’s body, but the clit leash unmistakably snaked out from the lower part of the front opening, indicating that she was clit led. Scott, when he was younger, had the privilege of learning how to lead a girl by the clit by practicing on the gardener’s painslut. He used what he learned now, careful to leave enough slack that wouldn’t damage Emma, but also pull at a rate that would keep Emma constantly aware of her pierced glans and give her an incentive to follow closely.

The passenger’s seat was still damp with Emma’s juices from the drive over. Scott lifted her and she spread her legs obediently, letting him guide her holes down onto those large cocks. She moaned through the gag, a little bit of drool escaping her mouth as her pussy and shitter were filled with silicone. With her arms bound tightly behind her, she had no choice but to lean forward a little, which made the toys press together inside her.

Scott petted her hair, pride in his eyes, then pulled the seat belt around her to buckle her in.

Emma closed her eyes. She was bound, impaled, decorated, soon to be humiliated in front of a lot of people, but her pussy was gushing from the thought of it, eager because it knew that Scott only had her best interests in mind and it was good for her to embrace her inner pup.

“That’s a good Fuckpuppy,” Scott praised. He got in at the driver’s seat then started the car.

The drive took forty minutes. It was forty tortuous minutes of having her young holes filled, but unsatisfied. The bells that hung from her nipples jingled every time she squirmed, seeming to fill Scott with pleasure.

Emma watched the scenery go by, trying not to think too much about how every passing car could see that she was gagged. The trees grew sparse, replaced with buildings as they reached the city.

The Daschund was converted from what seemed to be a small warehouse closer to the industrial side of the city. There was a large sign over the entrance that said “THE DASCHUND” followed by “Display Restaurant” in smaller letters. Scott had to park a little further from the entrance, passing by John’s car as they did so. He got out to help Emma out of her special seat.

Emma moaned as her holes were lifted off the dildos. She was sure that both of them were gaping wide open. Scott set her down carefully on the asphalt and she shivered lightly, glad for her cloak.

“It’ll be better in the restaurant,” Scott told her with a comforting pat on her bottom.

He took hold of her leash and gently guided her across the parking lot towards the entrance.

There were a few men and their wives waiting for a table. All of the young women were leashed in one way or another and all wore some sort of warm covering. Emma didn’t doubt, however, that all of them were similarly bare and decorated like her under their cloaks or shawls.

“You made it! Just in time!” John called from the front of the line. He waved Scott and Emma over to where he was standing with Carla, who was collared, leashed and gagged like Emma.

“Four people for Bell, please,” he told the receptionist.

The receptionist, a pretty woman who wore an employee collar, nodded. She consulted the list and then pressed a button to summon a waitstaff. She motioned for them to head on inside.

The main entrance had double doors with frosted glass that most of what went on inside. So Emma wasn’t quite sure what she was expecting. John held the door open for everyone else. Emma tottered in, led by Scott, followed by Carla, who turned around to wait for John.

“This is the coat room,” John said.

There were at least twenty different pieces of outerwear on pegs behind the counter where a young man sat. He smiled at them.

“Welcome to the Daschund, you can check your coats and cloaks here!” he announced. John was already unfastening Carla’s covering and handing it over.

Emma couldn’t help but stare.

During the short few hours between the visit from their new neighbours and coming to the restaurant, John had seen fit to decorate Carla’s generous chest with lashes from a cane. Carla wasn’t wearing a tit support strap, instead, John lifted her nipple chain and hooked it onto the front of her gag, pulling her tits upwards sharply. The bottoms of her breasts had not been spared either. Permanent marker had been used to scrawl “CUMBUCKET” on the top of her right hip, and “FUCKMEAT” on the top of her left hip. Her bottom had been caned as well, the redness of her pale skin accentuated by the gold chains that John had draped around her stomach and hips. Between her legs, large weights hung from her pussy lips.

“That looks amazing,” Scott said with admiration.

“Thanks, your little Fuckpuppy looks incredible too!” John said. He squeezed Carla’s caned bottom and tugged her leash. She moaned, juices flowing down between her legs and soaking her knee high stockings. She was wearing dark brown stiletto boots. There were matching cuffs on her ankles and wrists. Her wrists were chained tightly behind her back, and the chain between her ankles forced her to take tiny stilted steps.

Scott undid Emma’s cloak clasp and handed it to the cloak boy. She felt her ears burn immediately, noticing the way the cloak boy glanced at her shamefully decorated body. Without the cloak, anyone who parted her asscheeks would be able to see how she gaped open.

“Welcome, sirs,” a waiter said, “My name is Ron and I’ll be your waiter today, will you be needing lube?”

Scott looked at John, who shook his head with a smile.

“No lube, just the weiner seats if you please.”

Ron nodded and smiled.

“Of course, this way please.”

Emma followed along, led by the ring in her young pierced clit. Ron led them into the main dining hall. All the men were clothed and all the women were naked. Emma gasped around her gag. She was used to nudity at Clarkson’s, but never saw this many naked women in a public restaurant before!

Immediately the reason for the name of the restaurant became apparent. While the men were sitting on normal restaurant chairs, most of the young wives were straddling chairs with horizontal cylindrical seats, their ankles cuffed to the bottom of the seats or to the backs of the chairs so that they wouldn’t be able to get down or shift on the seat.

At the front of each cylindrical chair, there was a small carving of a Dachshund’s head. All of the female patrons seemed to be sitting astride one of these chairs. The exceptions to the rules seemed to be a woman nearing her thirties who was enthusiastically sucking her master’s cock under the table while a fuck machine pumped dildos into her holes, and a dark-skinned girl who was sitting on what looked like a massive anal cone.

Ron led them to the back of the dining area, and pulled out the Daschund chairs from under the table. He offered Scott and John the menus.

“Oh, these two please,” John said immediately. Scott flipped through the pages, then nodded to himself.

“This,” he told Ron. “And this.”

“Of course, sirs, right away.”

Emma looked at Carla, taking her cues from the older woman. Carla hadn’t made a move to sit down yet, just standing there patiently while John took his seat. Scott followed suit, setting down the first menu.

Emma saw immediately that it wasn’t a menu for food, but rather sexual implements. There was a list of dildos and vibrators that were evidently meant to be attached to the ports in the seats! Before she even had time to digest the idea, the waiter was already returning with two cases. He knelt beside the chair and opened the first case.

Inside, there were two ridged dildos, both with large knots at the base. The waiter attached them to the seat with a few twists of his wrist, then closed the case. The next case was opened as well. In it, two normal looking dildos with bulbous tips. Emma knew immediately that Scott had chosen them for her, opting to go for normal sized and shaped cocks that he knew she could take instead of overwhelming her with some of the stranger options. She felt her heart swell in appreciation.

John bent down to uncuff Carla’s legs.

“Go on, bitchcunt, sit,” John ordered. Carla swung one leg over the chair and sunk down on the dildos without further prompting. John lifted her leash out of the way so that her clit ring wouldn’t be pressed against the wood, and then draped it over the carved dog’s head.

Carla swiftly straddled the special chair and sunk down onto the knotted dildos. Emma watched in fascination as her new neighbour bounced on those two massive knots. Carla moaned softly. Every bounce meant her tits would go up and down again. However, because her nipple chain was still hooked on the outside of her gag, they would be stopped short by the rings in her nipples. Since she was pretty busty, the weight of her breasts tugging on her nipples must have been agony.

The knots popped into her holes and Carla groaned, grinding her cunt against the wood. She was so wet, that the seat under her was already dripping with juices. No doubt, Emma would be soon joining her in depraved sexual pleasure.

Carla bent her legs backwards and John wasted no time in cuffing them together over the back of the chair. There would be no getting off unless John released her!

Then, it was Emma’s turn.

“Sit, fuckpuppy,” Scott said. Emma took a deep breath behind her gag, straddling the weiner chair like Carla had done. She lowered herself onto the dildos, moaning as they split her spread pussy and gaping asshole wide open. Unlike the dildos in the car, these were unlubed, and Emma understood intimately why John had said no lube. The one in her pussy went in easily with how drenched she was, but the one for her ass was too big and too dry, and it hurt!

“C’mon fuckpuppy, show us how much of a painal slave you are!” Scott encouraged her. Emma whimpered and groaned and moaned but she forced the dildo into her ass inch by agonizing inch until her buttcheeks pressed solidly up against the seat, her nipple bells jingling all the while. She was split wide open, both anally and vaginally. Her spread pussy lips meant that she could feel the coldness of the wood against her sensitive inner lips.

“Good girl,” Scott praised her. Emma squirmed, whining in her throat. Scott tapped her knees and Emma bent her legs backwards as well. Like Carla, they were fastened over the back of the chair so that her weight would keep her impaled and dripping. Scott helped her adjust her position so that her clit ring and leash would lie prettily on the wooden surface of the chair instead of being trapped under her. He tugged on her clit leash several times, then fastened it to a hook on the table.

“Let’s order some food, hmm?” John asked, sliding the actual food menu over to Scott.

“What’s good here?” Scott asked.

“The salmon. It’s impressive. Good for the bitches as well,” John said, showing Scott the picture.

Emma looked over at Carla, who appeared to be quite used to this. She didn’t appear interested in what their husbands were doing, instead rocking lightly on her knotted dildos and moaning softly. Emma wanted to enjoy the way she was filled and penetrated too, but a part of her was paralyzed still. Even in a room with so many women who were tied up, and being sexually tortured like she was, she felt a little shy about giving into her desires.