Jan The Relationship Counsellor (F/F)

[Janbound]

Jan spat her coffee out at the comment.

“I’m sorry.” Said Suzanne, “l just thought you knew a thing or two about bondage.”

Jan wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, eyes wide with shock. “I know since getting divorced I’ve erm……..diversified a bit in the bedroom but why did you suddenly say that in a coffee shop?” She replied, still trying to compose herself.

Suzanne leaned in closer, her cheeks flushing a bit. “Well, you know Alan, right?”

“Yes. Your new hunk you’re telling me about so often.”

“Well. He’s into that stuff. He loves it when I tie him up and make him suck my toes. But I just don’t get it. I want to experience it from his perspective, you know, to understand what he finds so exciting about it.”

“Why haven’t you asked him to tie you up then.”

“I have. And he says he doesn’t want to tie me up.”

Jan raised an eyebrow. “Why not?”

Suzanne sighed. “He says it’s not about the power play for him. It’s about the vulnerability, the submission. He gets off on being the one giving pleasure, not receiving it in that way. But I can’t just shrug it off, Jan. It’s like he’s hiding a whole part of himself from me. It’s driving me crazy!”

Jan leaned back in her chair, stroking her chin thoughtfully. “Okay, okay. I see what you’re getting at. But why are you asking me? Do you want me to tell you how it feels, because chances are it won’t be the same as you feel?”

“No silly. I want you to tie me up.”

Jan spat her coffee out again.

[Janbound]

Jan spat her coffee out again, for the second time in five minutes.


"You're serious?" She whispered, looking around to make sure no one had heard.

Suzanne nodded, her eyes earnest. "I need to know, Jan. If I'm going to understand him, I need to feel it for myself."

Jan took a deep breath, considering the gravity of the request. "Alright," she said finally, "but only if you're absolutely sure. And it's got to be in a safe place, with a safe word."

Suzanne's eyes lit up with excitement. "Thank you, Jan. I'll set up my spare room, it's got that sturdy chair and those ties I've been using for my yoga swing."

The following weekend, Jan arrived at Suzanne's apartment 10 am Saturday, with a bag full of supplies. Jan was wearing a red top, short black skirt, sheer black tights and flats, which she kicked of at the door. Her blonde hair was tied back in a pony tail. Suzanne was wearing a pink sports bra, calf length yoga leggings, black with a pink stripe down each leg, and barefoot, showing off her fiery red toenails, her mass of curly brown hair pulled into a messy bun.


They moved into the living room, which was dimly lit, a chair positioned in the centre with soft cushions on the floor. Jan pulled out silk scarves and a blindfold. "I brought these, they're softer than ropes. We're just playing, remember?" Jan laid out the scarves and blindfold on the coffee table. Suzanne felt a flutter of nervousness in her stomach as Jan explained the rules of their little experiment. "If you ever feel uncomfortable, just say 'pineapple'. That's your safe word. No questions asked, I'll untie you and we'll stop immediately."

Suzanne nodded, trying to swallow the lump in her throat. She sat in the chair, leaning back slightly as Jan gently tied her wrists to the chair's arms, using a soft scarf. "It's surprisingly comfortable," she murmured, watching Jan's deft movements.

With a knowing smile, Jan secured her friend's ankles to the chair legs. "It's all about the knots," she whispered. "They need to be tight enough to keep you in place, but not so tight that they cut off your circulation." Suzanne felt a mix of excitement and trepidation as the final scarf was wrapped around her eyes, the world going dark.

"Alright, you're all set," Jan announced, taking a step back to survey her handiwork. "Now, I'm going to leave you here for a few minutes. Just to get used to the feeling."

Suzanne nodded, her breath shallow and quick. The fabric of the scarf was smooth against her skin, yet she could feel the firmness of the knots holding her in place. The room was quiet, save for the faint sound of Jan's footsteps retreating into the kitchen. She could hear the clinking of cups and the hiss of the kettle. Her mind raced with thoughts of Alan, of his eyes glazing over with pleasure as she bound his wrists and ankles. Was this what he felt? The strange mix of helplessness and anticipation?

As the minutes ticked by, the chair's cushion grew warm beneath her. The leather squeaked faintly with each shift of her weight. The scent of the coffee Jan had made drifted in the air, now mingling with the faint smell of Jan's perfume. Suzanne's heart thudded in her chest, her senses heightened. Every little sound, every brush of fabric against her skin was amplified. The silence was suffocating, yet she found herself craving more of it, yearning to delve deeper into this unexplored territory.

The door creaked open, and Jan's footsteps approached. Suzanne felt Jan's warm breath near her ear. "Ready?" Jan whispered.

Suzanne nodded, her heart racing. Jan knelt in the floor before her friend. Suzanne felt Jan's hands on her feet, the gentle pressure as Jan spread her toes apart. She took a deep breath, bracing herself for the sensation she'd watched Alan experience so many times

Jan's touch was tentative at first, her thumb brushing lightly against the arch of Suzanne's foot. Suzanne's body tensed, but she willed herself to relax, to let go of the control she was so used to having. Jan began to massage her feet, the pressure increasing gradually. Suzanne felt the tension in her muscles ease, the sensation strange but not unpleasant. It was a vulnerable position, her feet open and exposed, but she couldn't deny the comfort that the massage brought.

Then, without warning, Jan's fingers danced along the sole of her foot, tickling her mercilessly. Suzanne's giggles started off as small squeaks, but quickly grew into full-blown laughter that shook her entire body. She wriggled in the chair, trying to pull away from Jan's touch, but the scarves held her firmly in place. Jan's own laughter joined hers, the sound rich and warm, filling the room. Suzanne's cheeks grew hot with the effort of not letting the giggles overtake her, trying to keep her composure as Jan's fingers darted in and out of the spaces between her toes.

Her laughter grew until she was gasping for air, her stomach muscles aching. "Jan, stop!" She pleaded, her voice high and breathless. But Jan's tickling only grew more intense, her fingers moving faster, pressing harder into the sensitive spots on the soles of her feet. Suzanne felt a strange sensation building in her belly, a tickling warmth that she hadn't anticipated. It was uncomfortable, sure, but there was something... exhilarating about it too.

As the laughter subsided, Jan's touch grew softer again, returning to the gentle massage. Suzanne's body relaxed, her breathing evening out. But the feeling of helplessness remained, thrumming just beneath the surface. It was a curious sensation, one she'd never experienced in quite this way before. Being tied up, unable to move, was both terrifying and oddly liberating. She could feel herself letting go, allowing Jan to have control over her body in a way she never had with anyone else.

The sensation grew more intense as Jan's fingernails brushed against her big toe. The light pressure was electric, sending shockwaves through her body. Suzanne's stomach flipped, and she realized that she was actually enjoying this. The act of submission, of giving in to the tickling that she'd always hated, was strangely empowering. It was as if by letting Jan do this to her, she was reclaiming the sensation, turning it from something that had always been forced upon her into something she was choosing.

"So, how was that?" Jan's voice was a soft caress in the darkness.

Suzanne took a moment to collect her thoughts, the echoes of her laughter still bouncing around the room. "It was... different," she admitted, her voice a bit shaky. The warmth from the massage lingered on her skin, and she felt a strange, tingling sensation in her toes.

"Different good or different bad?" Jan's voice was gentle, the sound of her untying the scarf from around Suzanne's eyes.

Unseen, Jan was looking at her, a quizzical smile playing on her lips. "Different good," Suzanne murmured, still processing the sensations that lingered from the experience. "I didn't say 'pineapple', even though I wanted you to stop: I didn’t want you to stop. It was... interesting."

Jan chuckled, the sound a warm rumble in the quiet room. "I guess that's one way to put it," she said, as she sat on the sofa, sipping her coffee, placing her feet on Suzanne’s knees and crossing her legs. "So, you liked it?"

Suzanne nodded, turning to the sound of Jan’s voice. "I didn't know what to expect, but yes, I did." She took a deep breath, feeling the last of the tension leave her body as the scarves fell away. "But why? Why would someone find that enjoyable?"

Jan shrugged, setting her coffee down. "It's all about the trust, the connection. When you give someone control like that, it can be incredibly intimate." She leaned back into the sofa, her gaze thoughtful. "And for some, the vulnerability is a turn-on. It's not about the tickling or the ropes. It's about the experience, the feeling of being completely at someone else's mercy."

Suzanne nodded slowly, her eyes still covered. She felt Jan's foot press against her mouth, the rough nylon of Jan's sheer black tights against her skin. The pressure was surprisingly gentle, and she found herself parting her lips slightly to breathe. Jan's toes wiggled playfully, and she felt a thrill run through her. It was a strange sensation, having her friend's foot so close to her face, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she let Jan's toes rest on her lower lip, the soft fabric of the nylon brushing against her.

Suzanne's mind raced as Jan's foot remained in place. She could feel the warmth from Jan's body, the faint scent of her perfume mixed with the slight sweat from her friend’s feet, and the weight of Jan's leg on her shoulders. It was an oddly intimate moment, and she felt a flush of heat spread through her body. Was this what Alan felt when he was tied up? The feeling of being so close to someone, yet so utterly at their mercy?

Her curiosity piqued, she surprised herself by leaning in and pressing her lips to Jan's big toe. The fabric of the tights was warm against her mouth, and she could feel Jan's toes shift slightly in response. It was a strange sensation, but not entirely unpleasant. Suzanne's was shocked at her own action, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she kissed Jan's toes, a bit more firmly this time, feeling the fabric of the tights give way slightly. Jan's foot remained still, and she heard Jan take a sharp intake of breath.

Encouraged, she began to suck gently, her tongue exploring the contours of Jan's toes. Jan's body was tense, but she didn't protest. Suzanne took another deep breath, feeling the warmth of Jan's skin through the tights. She wondered if this was what Alan felt when he was tied up, the thrill of being so close to someone, yet so utterly exposed. The act of sucking Jan's toes was intimate in a way she hadn't anticipated, a dance of power and trust that she found herself getting lost in.

“I can’t hold my legs up like this. If you want to suck toes we need a new position.” Said Jan.

Suzanne’s body jerked. She felt a bit embarrassed but also excited. She hadn’t even realized what she was doing..

Jan untied Suzanne from the chair and moved it to the side. Leaving the blindfold in place, she told Suzanne to lie face down on the floor.

Suzanne felt Jan's hands untangling the scarves from her wrists and ankles. She hesitated for a moment before speaking up, her voice a bit shaky. "Could I, maybe, be naked for this?"

Jan paused, her expression unreadable behind the blindfold. "You're sure?"

Suzanne nodded, her voice a whisper. "Yes. It’s how Alan is when I tie him up and I want to know what he feels. All of it."

“If you want to, I’m cool with it” said Jan. She watched as Suzanne removed her yoga pants and panties, leaving her in just the sports bra. Jan's heart pounded in her chest as she took in the sight of Suzanne's naked body, the soft curves and the way her skin seemed to glow in the dim light. She quickly averted her gaze, reminding herself that this was an experiment, nothing more. Next the bra came over her head and Suzanne paused to adjust the blindfold.

Jan helped her friend to the floor, arranging the cushions beneath her so she was comfortable. Suzanne's breath was quick and shallow, and Jan felt a twinge of guilt for pushing the boundaries of their friendship like this. But she also knew that sometimes you had to go outside your comfort zone to truly understand someone else's desires.

Once Suzanne was settled, Jan straddled her back, her thighs pressing down gently on either side of her waist. "Are you okay?" Jan asked, her voice low and soothing.

Suzanne nodded, the fabric of Jan's skirt brushing against her bare skin. "Yes," she murmured, feeling Jan's weight shift as she leaned forward, and began to tie Suzanne’s hands behind her back with soft, red, velvet rope. her feet coming to rest beside Suzanne's face. The feeling against her wrists was surprisingly comforting.

With her hands secured, Jan began to stroke Suzanne's hair, her touch feather-light. "Remember, 'pineapple' if you need me to stop," Jan whispered. She crossed Suzanne’s ankles, bound them together, then bending her friend’s knees, she tied her hands to her feet in a simple nut effective hogtie.

Suzanne felt the final knot tighten, securing her in place. The feeling was overwhelming, a heady mix of vulnerability and arousal. She took a deep breath, her cheek pressing into the cool floor. Jan took her seat again on the sofa and stretched her left leg out, her foot close to Suzanne’s face, the warmth of it tantalising . Without thinking, Suzanne leaned in and kissed Jan's toe through the fabric of her tights once more.

The taste was faintly salty, and she felt Jan's leg tense for a moment before she relaxed. Jan's toes wiggled, and she could hear Jan’s breathing quicken. Encouraged, she kissed the next toe, then the next, her lips moving up Jan’s foot to her ankle. The feeling of Jan’s tights against her mouth was exhilarating, and she felt a wetness between her legs that she hadn’t expected.

Jan pressed her other foot against Suzanne’s face, the roughness rubbing against the soft skin. Suzanne began to suck harder, poking her tongue between the toes, feeling a thrill from the roughness of the nylon, the faint taste of salt mixed with fabric conditioner , the leather from the shoes and Jan’s perfume. Jan began to wiggle her toes, pushing her feet into Suzanne’s mouth. Suzanne licked and sucked more vigorously in response.

"Take them off," Suzanne gasped, her voice strained. Jan reached up under her skirt with her hands, fumbling with the elastic band of her tights. With a bit of effort, she managed to pull them down to her ankles. Her friend’s almost bare foot now inches from her face, Suzanne took another deep breath, feeling the anticipation build, she grabbed the tights in her teeth and began to pull.

The fabric was tight, but she managed to get them off. Jan’s foot was now bare, the only barrier, the sheer black tights had gone, her pale pink polished nails revealed. Suzanne felt the soft skin of Jan’s arch with her tongue, tasting the faint sweetness of her friend’s skin. Jan’s toes curled and she felt Jan's leg jerk a little.

"Be gentle," Jan murmured, her voice a bit shaky.

Suzanne nodded, her heart racing as she took Jan's naked foot in her mouth. The sensation was vastly different without the barrier of the tights. The skin was soft, the scent more pronounced, and the arch of Jan's foot was a landscape of curves and dips she hadn't noticed before. She kissed each toe, then began to suck them one by one, feeling Jan's body respond with little twitches and gasps.

The room was quiet except for the sound of Jan's breathing and the occasional squeak of the leather chair. Suzanne's tongue danced around Jan's toes, exploring every nook and cranny, tasting the slight saltiness of her skin. Jan's toes were warm and slightly damp with sweat, and the intimacy of the act made Suzanne's heart pound even harder. She felt a strange sense of power, knowing she was the one bringing pleasure to her friend, even as she remained bound and vulnerable.

Suzanne began to suck Jan's big toe, feeling it fill her mouth, the taste of her friend's skin becoming more intense. Jan's breath hitched, and she felt her leg tremble slightly. Suzanne's own arousal grew, her body responding to the unfamiliar sensations. She could feel the wetness between her legs spreading, and she realised that she was getting turned on by this act of submission.

On the sofa, Jan unzipped her skirt and let her fingers slide into her knickers.

Suzanne's senses were on high alert, the smell of Jan’s arousal mixing with the faint scent of the perfume. She felt Jan’s toes clench in her mouth, gripping her tongue, the softness of Jan’s soles against her cheeks. Jan’s breath grew quicker, her moans louder, as she worked her friend’s foot with renewed vigor.

“Oh, fuck!” Jan’s voice was a low moan as she climaxed, her body spasming, her toes flexing in time with her pulses of pleasure. Suzanne felt a wetness between her thighs as it seeped into the cushion she laid on, her own arousal peaking as she heard Jan’s pleasure. She'd never felt so alive, so connected to someone else's desire. But she was so frustrated too. Unable to touch herself or even rub her thighs together tied hand and foot as she was.

Jan’s breath was ragged, her chest rising and falling heavily. She slid her skirt and knickers down her legs and stepped out of it. “Your turn,” she said, her voice still thick with desire. She stood and Suzanne felt Jan’s hand on her cheek, gently turning her face towards Jan’s naked pussy and rolling her body onto her side. Jan’s skin was warm and smooth, and the scent was richer, muskier than she’d ever noticed before.

Jan straddled Suzanne’s face, placing one foot firmly on the floor, and the other leg wrapped around the back of her head, effectively trapping her in place. Suzanne felt Jan’s legs close around her neck, the softness of Jan’s inner thighs pressing against her ears, as Jan’s wetness touched her nose. Jan’s hands held her in position, one hand pressing her face into her sex, the other stroking her hair.

Suzanne’s heart raced, feeling Jan’s heat and the slickness of her arousal. She licked tentatively, the taste was unexpectedly sweet and tangy. Jan’s hips began to rock slightly, guiding her mouth, her thighs tightening their grip around her head. The sensation was overwhelming, the closeness of Jan’s body, the smell of her desire, and the feeling of being utterly controlled.

Jan’s hand slid down to cup the back of Suzanne’s head, pushing her face further into her wetness. Suzanne’s tongue found Jan’s clit, and she began to suck and lick with a newfound fervor. Jan’s moans grew louder, echoing through the room, spurring her on. The knots around her wrists and ankles held firm, reminding her of her vulnerability, but it was the connection, the shared intimacy that had her bound in a way she never thought possible.

Her mouth was wet with Jan’s juices, her breath muffled by the soft flesh surrounding her. Jan’s hand tangled in her hair, holding her in place, guiding her movements. Suzanne felt Jan’s legs tense, her hips bucking against her face as Jan’s orgasm grew closer. The taste, the smell, the sounds of Jan’s pleasure filled her senses, and she felt a strange thrill at being the one to give it to her.

Jan leaned forward, her hands parting Suzanne’s thighs and her face burying in Suzannes’s short curly hair. "Oh, Suzanne," Jan whispered, her voice trembling. "You have no idea how good that feels."

Suzanne's eyes widened, but she didn't protest. Instead, she pushed her wetness against Jan’s face; her tongue exploring, tasting, and teasing Suzanne’s clit. Jan's thighs tightened around her, the pressure against her ears increasing, but she didn't stop. The feeling of Jan's legs around her head, her tongue inside her, the sounds of Jan's pleasure, it was all so new and exciting.


A couple of hours later, the friends lay on Suzanne’s bed wrapped in towels, their bare feet rubbing against each other.

“And that’s why he enjoys it.” Said Jan with a wicked grin.

[psuking1]

Yes indeed. I might have enjoyed that as much as he would. Great story

[Trickster]

Sensational story, especially for someone like me who enjoys bondsge stories that include foot fetish kinks!

[Ringo16885]

Jan has a great life