Last weekend I attended a favorite Winter distraction, a Motorcycle show. This
is an annual affair with dealers displaying their parts and accessories. Tattoo
artists come to practice their art. Even though it is the coldest part of
February, people from all around wade through the ice and snow to shake off the
Winter blues and look forward to better days to follow. The location is little
more than a warehouse but the women still wear their skimpy halter tops and
bikini bottoms. That alone is enough to break my hibernation. A quick pass
around the hall gave a overall view of the show. Individual exhibitors were
mainly located around the outside. Dealers had the center of the building. Gas
fired heaters, placed around the area, gave warmth while one was right below
them but between heaters it was none too comfortable. At the far end, a
semi-trailer provided a stage for a loud band. Their brand of Rock-N-Roll was
low on quality but high on decibels. The stage had a dozen straw bales with a
blue plastic tarp spread inside them arranged in front. This was the mud
wrestling pit. I toured around the rest of the area and saw the Big Python
Display and The Jap Motorcycle Bash. There was quite a commotion around the
stage and the band had, mercifully, stopped. Mud wrestlers had begun their
contest but it was over before I could get there. The crowd was packed so thick
I couldn't see anyway! On the way to the mud wrestlers, I passed one of the
individual exhibitors that caught my eye. The bike was nothing special as Harley
Shovel-Heads go. Mild rake, chrome, fancy seat and the usual display. I still
don't know why this situation struck me. The couple were sitting in the display
on folding chairs. She has a black leather skirt, leather vest (with nothing
underneath), heels, and leather collar. Granted the leather collar is unusual
but not at a bike show. He was wearing a screen print T-shirt, leather vest,
boots and pants. I am no foot fetishist, but the outstanding thing about this
guy was the boots. These dudes were shined like a military school cadet's. Here
we are, dead of winter, snow ass deep and this guy has boots you can see
yourself in! On second glance, she had something too. There was a gold chain
between the front of her vest. I first wrote it off as some sort of jewelry, but
that made no sense. Then it struck me. This chick had a chain between her tits!
When I looked again, she was in the process of getting up from the folding chair
and going the back of the display where they had a curtain strung up to make a
sort of backdrop for the display and to store their stuff out of the way during
the show. I saw an old friend at one of the dealer's trailers in the middle of
the building. "Hey Curt!" I went over to shoot the shit for a while. We swapped
gossip and parted later. When leaving the trailer, I spied the chick with the
vest and nothing under it. Remember her? Well, this time she had changed her
stuff a bit while she was behind the backdrop for the display. She had an even
wider collar on and was pulling her hair out of the way to get to a padlock she
was hooking in the back. In addition, she had put leather cuffs on her ankles
that were padlocked together with about eighteen inches of chain. I could not
help but stare at this sight when the dealer came over and offered me a
convenient folding chair at his booth. "Take a load off. If this goes like last
night, You are going to see quite a show." Well, I hadn't spent a nickel with
this guy but I know hospitality when I see it. I took him up on his offer. After
all, a ringside seat is nothing to sneeze at! She had gotten her hair untangled
from the collar and I had gotten my dick untangled from my underwear. I sat down
to see what transpired next. Well, she had a problem sitting down. She had
fastened a chrome dog lead to the collar and the guy with the shiny boots was
using it to direct her to the folding chair. She had both hands on either side
of the chair easing her butt down like the thing was a block of ice. This made
no sense at all! Sure it was cold in there. But their display was near one of
the heaters. Finally, she got parked with a lot of squirming and grimacing. The
salesman for the dealer pulled up a chair next to me and asked for an update. I
told him that nothing much happened. "She just sat down." He told me that he was
taking a break because he figured that the place was about to get covered by
lookers. "Last night these bikes on display were covered with people drooling
all over themselves." "What for?" I asked. "What's the big deal? Just a biker
chick with half her chest exposed. Nothing special." "You'll see," He replied.
"These two are slave and master. He worked her into a frenzy last night." Always
willing to take advice from a pro, I prepared for a show. I did not have long to
wait as it turned out. The guy with the shiny boots, the master, motioned with
the dog lead for her to get up. This she did willingly. She then revealed the
reason for the shiny boots! She pulled out a shoe shine box and proceeded to
kneel down before him and brush the boots to an even higher gloss. She was
turned toward me and occasionally I could see where the gold chain was connected
to. Sure enough, her tits had been pierced and there were gold rings through
them. From my seated vantage point I could see it all. Slave rings! However,
most people passed with little more than a quick glance. A few stopped and tried
to look like they were shopping for bikes. "Go out there and close a sale." I
told my salesman partner. He laughed and leaned back. "No need to waste my time.
Those bikes won't be selling soon. I can see it happening all over again." After
she had shined on his boots for a while, he pulled her up and said something to
her. She nodded her head and, holding the lead in her left hand, walked back
behind the backdrop. Walking is really not the proper term. Although her ankles
were hobbled, she was not limited to the point that she should walk all that
bad. Something else was going on here. Maybe she had kneeled too long and her
legs had not yet regained circulation. That was probably it, I prided myself on
my deductive powers. "Did you see her walk?" My partner spoke. "Looks like she
has a cob up her ass!" An old saying but I never thought it would apply here.
She brought out a stand with a sign on it. "Shoe Shine 25 Cents." Now there's an
old fashioned bargain if ever I saw one! Quickly a line formed. Let me describe
this as best I can. This biker chick, slave if you will, is facing away from me.
She is shining boots that have been out in the slop and snow and walking around
this show and mud and crap. Well, you get the picture. These are messy boots!
Anyway, the leather skirt is not covering her butt as well as it did earlier
because her master picks it up occasionally to give her a swat with his hand
because she is not doing a good enough job. "Maybe you can't see well enough."
He tells her. So to improve her view, he connects the dog lead to the shoe shine
box. I can't imagine her being that far-sighted. He has her nose about 10 inches
from this customer's grubby boot. It becomes obvious that this will take some
time and most of these patrons are not much on waiting their turn. They join the
crowd of spectators that is growing by the minute. "Told you that there was no
need to get excited. There won't be any bikes sold here 'til this show is over."
My salesman friend said. The slave girl is busting her brushes now but the
results are not pleasing the master. He raises the hem more often for a spank
now and from my ringside seat I can see her bottom is turning red. Once he
raised it higher than usual and I got a glimpse of some angry red stripes across
her butt. My hypothesis of her sitting down so carefully was at once formulated
and shattered. Those stripes, from some kind of whip, could not be the reason
she approached the chair so carefully. She had been sitting in that very chair
only minutes earlier. This has my curiosity aroused as well as some other parts
of me aroused. The master is acting pissed now. I know he is acting because,
regularly, he bends to her ear and asks her something. She nods her head
affirmatively and he proceeds. He has gone over to the bike and picked up a
short whip from the display. The crowd backs up a bit when they see what he has
in mind. I silently thank them for improving my view. Master raises her skirt to
expose her whole butt. The crowd goes nuts with whooping and cheering at the
sight of her rounded hips. Slavegirl pauses her buffing momentarily when she
feels the cold on her exposed flesh. Her red cheeks don't stay cold long as
master applies the whip to her. I have to marvel at this whole spectacle. Here I
am, not five feet away from this naked assed slave girl, and all my mind can
think of is the leather strap up the crack of her butt. I figured she was
wearing leather panties or maybe nothing. But this! There is a belt around her
waist that has another belt connected that goes between her legs. This whole
affair is locked by a padlock in front. I can see it swinging as she moves. Now
she doesn't move much. Her ankles were still connected and her collar was
connected to the shoeshine box. And yes, she was still brushing. This pair of
boots was beginning to show some results! This leather strap is drawing my
attention again. I believe, yes it is, there is a dildo in her! Two of them! No
wonder she can't sit down. The dilemma is solved. At least for me. Slavegirl's
problems, however, continue. In order to get a satisfactory luster, these boots
will have to get a spit shine. Master tells her to lick the boots. She does this
willingly while he eases off on the whip a bit. Her red bottom is still moving
around with the dildoes still working their magic within her. She starts
breathing heavier and the crowd is yelling. Her master puts his boot next to the
customers and she licks both of them at almost the same time. Suddenly, she
pauses and stretches her neck as far as the chain will allow and makes a sound
like none I have ever heard before. A sound that echoes throughout the hall and
causes the crowd to silence for a moment in wonder. "MMMAAASSSTTTEEERRRRRR!" And
then she goes limp like a puddle of pudding. She lays there breathing slowly and
shaking a bit periodically. Master unfastened the collar chain and carried her
back to the display. The customer with the now-shiny boots picked up the shoe
shine box and carried it to them. Master thanked him. He dug down in his jeans.
"Here's your quarter, lady." He replied. "Thanks for the shine." Master gets the
dildo belt removed and straightens her up a bit. She has her eyes open but is
crying a bit. She is smiling too so she must be OK. "Told you there was a hell
of a show." My partner broke the moment. I had to agree with him. "Thanks for
the ringside seat. Now that we can talk, what is the price on the bike over
there?" "I can give you a bike show special on that under one condition."
"What?" "You don't make me clean the damn thing up after this show tonight.
These lookers make a mess of everything." "Deal!" Well I was the proud owner of
new wheels and had witnessed the show of my life. "You know," He said. "The guy
that sat in your chair last night bought one the same way you did." I guess his
evening wasn't a total loss either.
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