Jan and the cleaner (F/F)

[Janbound]

The morning air was cool and crisp, hinting at the coming autumn. Jan, a 36-year-old woman with blonde hair and a curvy figure, had the day off work. She decided to indulge in a solo adventure she had been contemplating for some time. With a thrill of excitement and a hint of nervousness, she laid out her collection of ropes, handcuffs, and leather belts on her lounge rug. The room was bathed in a soft, natural light that danced across the wooden floorboards, casting shadows from the half-closed blinds.

Carefully selecting each item, Jan began to bind herself, starting with her ankles which she secured with a broad leather belt set of sturdy handcuffs. Her heart raced as she tightened a rope around her knees ensuring she couldn't move freely. The feeling of restriction was both thrilling and terrifying, a delicate balance she had come to crave in her private moments. She had read countless articles and watched tutorials to ensure she was doing everything safely, but there was always that unspoken risk that added to the allure.

She fastened the large red ball gag in her mouth and took a moment to admire herself in the mirror, her blonde hair falling loose from the rough pony tail with strands crossing her face the ball gag even now making her drool onto her bare breasts. Finally she secured her wrists behind her back with a solid set of stainless steel handcuffs, the keys on the kitchen table, two rooms away.

The sound of keys in the front door echoed through the house, a sudden and jolting intrusion into her quiet sanctuary. Jan's eyes widened in surprise and panic. She had forgotten that her cleaning lady, Sarah, had swapped days this week. She had hoped to be done with her self-bondage play before Sarah arrived, but the time had slipped away from her, leaving her bound and vulnerable.

Sarah, a petite redhead with piercing green eyes wearing a pair of skin tight jeans, black AC-DC t-shirt and black high heels, walked in, kicking her patent black shoes off at the door, her bare feet making no sound on the hardwood floor. She froze in the doorway, her hand hovering over the light switch as she took in the scene before her. Jan's eyes met hers in the mirror, pleading for understanding and a quick rescue.

Sarah's eyes grew wide with shock before she quickly burst out laughing, shutting the door behind her with a gentle click. She had always known Jan was adventurous, but this was a side she had never expected to see. A smirk played at the corner of her mouth as she approached Jan, who was now frantically trying to shout her muffled protests around the ball gag.

"Well, well," Sarah began, her Scottish accent thick with amusement, "I guess I know what you've been getting up to when you're not busy with work." Jan's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red as she struggled against the ropes. Sarah leaned down, her red hair brushing against Jan's shoulder, and whispered, "Don't worry, I won't judge." She gently untied the gag, letting it fall to Jan's chest with a soft thud.

"I'm sorry," Jan mumbled, her voice hoarse from the ball gag. "I didn't know you'd be here."

Sarah chuckled, placing a finger to her lips to shush Jan. "It's okay, really. I've seen stranger things in my line of work." She took a moment to appreciate Jan's predicament, the ropes and cuffs stark against her pale skin.

“Can you untie me please.” Whimpered a very subdued Jan.

Sarah looked at Jan, amusement dancing in her eyes. "Well. Last time I checked my contract it didn’t mention untying my client when she got herself a bit tied up. And secondly, if you’ve gone to the trouble of tying yourself up, do you really want to be untied?”

Jan’s eyes widened further, and she stared at Sarah, trying to work out if she did really want to be untied. Sarah leaned in closer, her breath warm against Jan’s ear. "And what if I like you this way? Out of the way whilst I work. So...helpless." Jan's heart raced even faster, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her body.

Sarah took a step back and looked Jan up and down, her eyes lingering on the way the ropes dug into Jan’s skin, leaving faint marks. "But, I suppose, since I'm such a nice person, I'll let you keep your little secret." Jan nodded vigorously, her eyes pleading.

Sarah smirked, then took a seat on the couch, folding her arms across her chest. "But only if you promise to stay put while I clean. It's much more entertaining than watching you try to wiggle out of those." Jan's mind raced, unsure of what to say. The idea of being left like this while Sarah went about her work was both mortifying and exhilarating.

With a deep breath, Jan nodded her agreement. Sarah winked and stood up, her green eyes gleaming with mischief. "Good girl," she said, patting Jan's thigh before walking away to grab her cleaning supplies. Jan felt a strange thrill at the gentle dominance in her voice, and she realized that this situation was going to be more than just embarrassing—it was turning into something she hadn't quite anticipated.

Sarah returned with a feather duster in hand, the soft plumes brushing against Jan's bare skin as she approached. "Now, let's see if I can make this even more interesting for you," she teased. Jan's body tensed as the feathers danced along her arms, sending a shiver down her spine. The tickling sensation grew more intense as Sarah trailed the duster up her neck and across her face, eliciting a giggle from Jan that she couldn't suppress.

With surprising skill, Sarah used the duster to tickle Jan's sides, causing her to squirm and writhe in her binds. The ropes bit into her flesh as she tried to escape the relentless teasing. "I didn't know you had such a sensitive side," Sarah said, her laughter bubbling over. Jan's eyes watered, and she gasped for breath, desperately pleading for mercy.

Sarah's smirk grew wider as she stepped back, surveying her work. "But wait," she said, her voice a playful purr, "I think we can take this to the next level." Jan's heart sank as Sarah picked up a length of rope. The coolness of the rope sent a shiver down Jan's spine as it was looped around her chest and upper arms, tightening it just enough to remind her of her vulnerability.

"Just to keep you from getting too comfortable," Sarah explained, tying an intricate knot that Jan couldn't see behind her back. Jan's breath hitched as the rope dug into her skin, and she felt a strange mix of panic and arousal. She had never been so exposed and at someone else's mercy.

Sarah stepped back, admiring her handiwork. "Now, let's make sure you're not tempted to peek," she said, a glint in her eye. She picked up a soft, black blindfold and gently secured it around Jan's head, plunging her into darkness. The sudden loss of sight heightened Jan's other senses, making every sound and touch feel more intense. Sarah then lifted the ball gag off Jan’s chest and replaced in in her mouth, buckling it tightly behind the blonde’s head.

The doorbell rang, sending a jolt of adrenaline through Jan's body. "Ah, looks like we're about to have some company," Sarah said, her voice thick with amusement. Jan's mind raced as she heard the sound of Sarah's bare feet padding away. Who could it be?

Sarah returned, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "It's just Amazon" she announced, waving a package in the air. "Probably nipple clamps, or a flogger"

Sarah helped Jan up onto the sofa where she made her lie flat, face down. She bent the older woman’s legs up and tied a rope from the leather ankle belt to her handcuffs placing her in a hogtie.

"There, now you won't be distracting me whilst I clean," she said with a wink. Jan felt a mix of humiliation and excitement as she was completely exposed and helpless on her own sofa.

Sarah set to work, her body moving deftly as she began to clean the room. Jan could hear the rustle of the feather duster, the shirt of the vacuum cleaner and the swish of the mop as it glided across the floor. With each step Sarah took, Jan's heart pounded in anticipation. Every time she passed by, she made sure to give Jan's bound feet a little tickle or a playful poke in the side. Jan squirmed and giggled, her body reacting instinctively to the sensations despite her best efforts to remain still.

The sound of Sarah's bare feet on the woodblock floor as she approached was like a whisper of danger, a silent promise of what was to come. Jan could feel the heat rising in her cheeks as she lay there, utterly exposed and at the mercy of her cleaning lady's whims. She had never felt so powerless, yet so alive with sensation.

Sarah began her meticulous dance around the house, dusting the shelves with swift, efficient strokes of the feather duster. Jan felt a strange mix of fear and excitement with each step the redhead took. She knew that at any moment, she could be the subject of Sarah's playful torment once more. The anticipation was almost unbearable, making her squirm and strain against her bonds.

As the vacuum cleaner hummed in the background, Jan heard Sarah's bare feet ascending the stairs, the soft thud of each step echoing through the hallway. Her imagination ran wild, conjuring up scenes of the fiery redhead discovering new ways to tease and torment her. She felt the house around her, alive with the muffled sounds of Sarah's work. The occasional giggle from the other room made Jan's heart skip a beat. Was she being watched?

The smell of cleaning supplies grew stronger as Sarah descended the stairs, a testament to her thoroughness. Jan's ears were sensitive to every sound, her bare skin to every shift in the air currents. The ropes felt like they were burning into her flesh, a constant reminder of her vulnerability. Her breasts felt heavy and sensitive, squashed under her body. Jan hoped Sarah would not open the package and discover it was indeed the nipple clamps she had ordered online, giving her more options of adding an extra layer of discomfort to her predicament.

Sarah's laughter grew fainter as she moved into the kitchen, but Jan knew she wasn't safe. She could feel the younger woman's eyes on her, could almost hear the wheels turning in her head, dreaming up new ways to exploit Jan's helplessness. Jan's own thoughts grew more frantic as she imagined the scenarios that could unfold. Would Sarah leave her like this all day? Would she invite someone over? The fear was delicious, a sweet agony that made Jan's bound body quiver with excitement.

As the minutes stretched into an hour, Jan felt the beginnings of a desperate need to use the bathroom. She had been so caught up in her self-bondage and the unexpected arrival of Sarah that she hadn't considered the practicalities. The ropes had done their job too well; she was utterly unable to move. She moaned softly into the gag, hoping that the sound would carry through the house.

Sarah's footsteps grew louder as she approached the living room, her bare feet slapping against the cool floor. Jan's heart raced in her chest, her mind racing with scenarios. When Sarah appeared in the doorway, Jan's heart was beating in the back of her mouth. "Looks like you're all cozy," Sarah said with a knowing smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "But I suppose I can't have you peeing all over my freshly cleaned floor."

With surprising gentleness, Sarah untied Jan's legs and helped her to a standing position, the ropes and cuffs biting into Jan's skin as she moved. Jan tried to maintain her dignity, but the reality of her situation was undeniable as Sarah guided her into the downstairs bathroom and sitting her down. "Now, don't go anywhere," Sarah said, her voice light and playful. "I'll be right back." Jan nodded, her cheeks burning as she heard the sound of the bathroom door closing.

The moment the door clicked shut, Jan felt a strange sense of relief and disappointment initially mental but soon physical as the pressure in her bladder was relieved. The thrill of being so utterly at Sarah's mercy was intoxicating, but suddenly the thought of how she was going to clean up after her toilet break was too much. She was still gagged, blindfolded and with her hands tied behind her back. Suddenly she heard the sound of a the lock. Panic surged through her as she realized she had been locked in. She struggled against the cuffs, the metal digging into her wrists as she tested the door handle.

Sarah's laughter floated in from the hallway. "Don't worry, I'll be back," she called out. "Just a little surprise for when I get there." Jan's heart raced as she tried to figure out what that could mean. She felt exposed and vulnerable, sitting on the toilet with her bare bottom sticking out. The sound of Sarah's footsteps, quiet in the wood floor anyway, grew fainter as she moved away, leaving Jan alone with her thoughts and fears.

As the minutes ticked by, Jan's panic grew. What was Sarah planning? What kind of "surprise" could she have in store? The room felt smaller, the darkness of the blindfold suffocating. The cuffs around her wrists seemed to tighten with each passing moment, and she began to feel a dull ache in her shoulders from the tension. The need to escape grew stronger with every second, but she knew it was futile.

A click and the door opened again, sending a gust of cool air across Jan's bare skin. She heard the door swing open and felt the presence of someone entering the room. The sound of bare feet approached the toilet, and Jan's breath hitched in anticipation. Sarah's hand touched her shoulder gently, the warmth of her skin a stark contrast to the cold porcelain of the toilet. "Ready for your surprise?" she whispered, her voice a sweet caress that sent shivers down Jan's spine.

Jan suddenly realise Sarah was wearing rubber gloves. She felt a warm wet sponge on the sensitive parts between her legs and the smell of lavender drifting up. “Thought you might appreciate a bit of a clean up after that.” Said Sarah as Jan heard the toilet flush, then felt a soft cotton towel between her legs.

Sarah led Jan back into the lounge and sat her in the couch before quickly relying her ankles and knees with leather straps. She sat next to her trussed up employee, put her feet on the coffee table and took a long slurp from her mug of fresh coffee. “I’d normally leave about now, grab a sandwich and go to my next job. But, I have no appointment this afternoon, soooooo. Do you think there is a chance of me having some unpaid overtime here?” At that moment Sarah’s arm went over Jan’s shoulder and her hand squeezed her employer’s left breast.