Biker Slave 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 practise 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 nickle 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 advise 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 spitshine. 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 bikeshow 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.