Jan and the shoe shop (F/F)

[Janbound]

"Size eight, right?" Jan asked, her voice echoing in the otherwise quiet shoe store. “Yes I do have big feet for a woman before you say it.” The assistant, aged about 20 Jan guessed, nodded, her eyes never leaving Jan’s as she disappeared into the back room. Jan took a deep breath, trying to ignore the flutter in her stomach. It was just a pair of shoes, after all. But something about this place made her feel... different.

The store was peculiar, filled with an assortment of shoes that ranged from the mundane to the avant-garde. The walls were lined with an array of leather and laces, and the air smelled faintly of polish and newness. Jan had stumbled upon it while looking for a gift for her friend's birthday, but she had been drawn in by the mysterious allure of the handcrafted leather pieces displayed in the window.

The assistant returned with a box in hand, a knowing smile playing on her lips. She knelt before Jan, presenting the shoes like a treasure trove. Jan felt a strange warmth spread through her as the clerk gently took her left foot in her hands, her touch lingering a moment longer than it should have. The clerk's eyes searched Jan's for approval, and Jan found herself nodding, unable to look away.

With care, the assistant slid the shoe onto Jan's foot, her fingers deftly caressing the arch before securing the laces. Jan felt a sudden jolt of pleasure at the sensation, and her cheeks grew warm. She had never experienced anything quite like this before. The assistant repeated the process with Jan's right foot, and Jan could feel the tension in the room thicken like the scent of leather surrounding them.

Once both shoes were on, Jan took a tentative step. The fit was exquisite—snug yet somehow liberating. The clerk watched Jan's face intently, waiting for her reaction. Jan couldn't help but let out a soft gasp of delight. "Perfect," she murmured, looking down at her feet now adorned in the elegant, yet peculiar footwear.

The assistant rose to her feet, her own bare feet making no sound on the plush carpet. "Would you like to try something a bit...extra?" she asked, her voice dropping to a whisper. Jan felt her heart race. She had always been curious about her boundaries, and something about this young woman's confidence intrigued her. "What did you have in mind?" Jan replied, her curiosity piqued.

The assistant led Jan to a secluded corner of the store, where a velvet-covered chair shaped like a platform high heeled shoe, sat next to a display of leather restraints. "These are special," she said, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "They're for those who truly appreciate the art of the shoe." Jan swallowed hard, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension. She had never considered herself a submissive person, but the way the assistant spoke made it sound like an adventure she couldn't resist.

With a gentle push, the assistant guided Jan to sit on the chair. Jan felt the cool leather against her skin and the thrill of the unknown as she watched the young woman select a pair of ankle cuffs from the display. The clerk's nimble fingers fastened the cuffs around Jan's ankles, securing her to the chair legs with a quiet click. Jan took another deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest.

The assistant knelt before her again, her eyes never leaving Jan's as she began to untie the laces of the new shoes. Jan felt a rush of excitement and vulnerability, her bare skin exposed to the cool air of the shop. The clerk took her time, her touch lingering on Jan's ankles before moving to her calves., and tightened two more straps round her legs. Jan's breath hitched as the clerk's hands moved higher, the anticipation almost unbearable.

"Relax," the assistant murmured, her voice soothing despite the situation's intensity. "This is just the beginning." Jan nodded, her eyes closing as the shoes were carefully removed, and she was left with only the velvet chair beneath her. The assistant's bare feet padded away, and Jan heard the faint jingle of keys. When she returned, she held a set of soft, supple leather straps in her hands.

With practiced ease, the assistant began to wrap the straps around Jan's wrists, her touch sending shivers up Jan's legs. Each strap was tightened just enough to keep Jan's hands firmly in place, but not enough to cause pain. The feeling of being bound grew more intense as the assistant worked her way up Jan's legs, securing her knees and thighs to the chair. Jan's breath grew shallower, and she could feel the dampness between her legs as her excitement grew.

The assistant sat on Jan’s lap, reaching behind her to pull,out a broad leather strap which went round Jan’s bony just below her anole breasts, and a second that trapped her upper arms and chest above her boobs. Finally she fastened a collar round the olde woman’s neck, holding her back in the chair.

The assistant stepped back to admire her handiwork, her eyes glinting with satisfaction. "Comfortable?" she asked, her voice teasing. Jan nodded, unable to find the words to express the heady mix of fear and excitement coursing through her. The assistant leaned in, her breath hot against Jan's ear. "Good," she whispered, "because now we can really get started."

Her hand trailed along Jan's collarbone, sending waves of desire through her body. Jan's eyes flew open as the assistant reached behind her neck and unclipped something. A blindfold fell into place, blocking out the world. The sudden darkness was disorienting, heightening Jan's other senses. She could hear the sound of the assistant's breathing, feel the warmth of her body close by, and smell the faint scent of leather and lust.

"Now, let's see how well you handle sensory play," the assistant said, her voice a sultry whisper. Jan heard a click as the assistant flicked a switch. She felt the chair shift slightly, and then a dozen small brushes sprang to life, dancing across her bare soles. The sensation was unexpectedly intense, the stiff bristles tickling and teasing her sensitive skin. She wriggled, trying to adjust to the new sensation, but the bindings held her firmly in place.

The assistant leaned closer, her breath hot on Jan's neck. "How does that feel?" Jan gasped out a response, her voice shaky. "It's... it's incredible." The brushes continued their dance, moving in patterns that made Jan's toes curl and her body arch. The assistant leaned in further, her hand sliding up Jan's thigh to rest just above the edge of her skirt. "I can make it even better," she whispered, her hand moving higher.

Jan felt the fabric of her skirt being lifted, exposing her to the cool air of the store. The assistant's hand slipped underneath, finding the damp fabric of Jan's panties. She stroked lightly, teasing the outside before sliding a finger underneath the elastic. Jan's breath hitched as the assistant's touch grew more insistent, her finger gliding along Jan's slick folds. "You're so wet," the assistant murmured, her voice filled with approval.

The assistant flicked another switch, the chair shifted again, and Jan felt something smooth and cold press against her inner thigh. She realized with a start that it was a metal, bullet-shaped probe. Jan's body stiffened as the probe began to slide upward, the sensation strange and yet oddly arousing. When it reached the apex of her thighs, Jan felt a flicker of panic, but the assistant's gentle touch on her cheek calmed her. "Just let go," she whispered, as she guided the probe to its wet target.

The moment the probe touched Jan's clit, she gasped. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before—a mix of pressure and vibration that sent electric currents through her body. The assistant chuckled, her voice low and soothing. "See? It's not so bad." Jan nodded, her breath coming in quick, shallow pants as the probe's intensity grew. She felt the assistant's other hand slip beneath her skirt, pushing aside the damp fabric of her panties to give the probe better access.

The probe's movements grew more deliberate, the vibrations deepening until Jan's entire body was quivering with need. She could feel the wetness spreading, soaking the chair beneath her. The assistant's hand on her cheek grew more insistent, guiding Jan's head back, forcing her to arch her back and expose herself fully to the sensations. Jan's mind was a whirlwind of sensation, her thoughts lost in the overwhelming pleasure.

And then, without warning, Jan felt something new—a soft, leather ball being pushed into her mouth. She instinctively tried to resist, but the assistant was prepared. Her nimble fingers worked quickly, fastening the gag's straps tightly behind Jan's head. Jan's muffled protests turned into moans as the gag filled her mouth, the leather pressing against her tongue and teeth. The assistant's eyes gleamed with excitement as Jan wriggled, the brushes and probe increasing in speed.

The feeling of being silenced only added to Jan's arousal. She could feel the wetness between her legs spreading, soaking the chair beneath her. The assistant took this as a sign of consent, her own breath growing ragged as she watched Jan's reactions. Her hand slipped away from Jan's cheek, and began undoing the buttons of her blouse. Working between the two leather straps holding Jan’s upper body to the chair, the assistant worked Jan’s bra down, exposing her large milky white boobs and their pink nipples. She took turns in licking and sucking each nipple this they stood proud like pink islands rising from a milk ocean.

All of a sudden the warm lips and tongue were gone, only to be replaced by something cold and metallic—a set of nipple clamps. Jan's head shook as the clamps pinched down on her sensitive flesh, the cold metal sending shocks of pleasure-pain through her body.

"Mmm," the assistant hummed appreciatively, watching Jan's reaction with a twinkle in her eye. "You're doing so well." Jan could only whimper into the gag as the clamps tightened slightly, the pressure sending bolts of sensation straight to her core. The probe continued its relentless assault on her clit, the brushes on her feet now became more intense too as the world narrowed to the intense sensations in her most sensitive areas.

Jan felt a tingling in her nipples which stopped, then returned with increased intensity, then stopped again, pulsing. Jan realised the nipple clamps were electrified.

"You like that?" The assistant asked, her voice thick with desire. Jan nodded frantically with surprise and arousal. The assistant leaned in and whispered into Jan's ear, "I'm going to make you come so hard, you'll never want to leave this chair." Jan's body responded with a shiver, her hips bucking involuntarily against the chair's restraint. “Just one more thing.

A pair of padded headphones came out of the back age the chair either side of Jan’s head. They pressed over her ears both muffling sound from the outside world and holding her head in place. Then white noise began to play into Jan’s ears.

The assistant drew the curtain round Jan and left to see to the next customer, leaving Jan cut off from the world, aware only of the brushes in her feet, the electricity in her nipples and the vibration deep inside her. She lost count of how many orgasms she had before passing out.

[SilverLinings]

Great story! Super fun and hot to read and really really well written. Thanks for writing and sharing

[Dpsiic]

Terrific story Jan

[mrjones2009]

It's another well-written story.

Super work.

[LunaDog]

Agree with all of the above. Fantastic!