The new Girl (F/F)

[Janbound]

"Jen, I've got your coffee," Linda called out from the kitchen, interrupting the silence of their shared office space.

"Thanks," Jennifer responded with a smile, not taking her eyes off the screen. She had just turned fifty-six, and the office had started to feel like a second home. The grey in her hair had started to show more prominently lately, and she found herself often scrolling through articles titled "How to look younger" during her lunch breaks. The thought of dying her hair had been floating around in her mind for weeks. It was time for a change.

Thecatch on the door clicked as a young woman entered the office, her heels clicking against the tiles. She was a new intern, Mandy, with a fiery red hair and a skirt that barely grazed her thighs. The energy she brought with her was palpable, a stark contrast to the monotony of the workplace. She looked like a breath of fresh air in a stale room. As Mandy approached the desks, her eyes locked onto Jennifer, and a knowing smile played on her lips.

"Hi, I'm Mandy," she introduced herself, her voice bubbly and infectious. "I'm going to be helping out around here."

Jennifer looked up, immediately intrigued by the youthful sparkle in Mandy's eyes. "Nice to meet you," she said, extending a hand. "I'm Jenny."

Their handshake was firm, a silent agreement of mutual respect. Mandy's eyes wandered to the screen, catching a glimpse of the article titled "Embracing Your Wild Side After 50." A mischievous glint flashed across her face, but she said nothing. Instead, she set down a box of files next to Jennifer's desk and started to organize them.

Days turned into weeks, and the two women grew closer. They discovered shared interests in fashion and lifestyle, often swapping stories about their weekends. One evening, as they were leaving the office together, Mandy pointed to a flyer on the community board for an upcoming burlesque show. "You should come," she said casually. "It'll be a blast."

Jennifer felt a thrill at the suggestion. She had always been curious about the world of burlesque, but never had the courage to step into it. "I'd love to," she replied, surprising even herself. Mandy's excitement was contagious, and the idea of doing something so out of the ordinary was exhilarating.

The night of the show, they met at a bar across the street, sipping on cocktails that matched Mandy's vibrant hair color. The venue was dimly lit, with a hint of glamour in the air. As they entered the theater, the smell of cheap perfume and the sound of sultry jazz filled the space. The stage was set with velvet drapes and a single chair, hinting at the seductive performances to come.

Jennifer felt a strange mix of anticipation and nerves. She had never been to a burlesque show before, and the thought of watching women flaunt their bodies in such a brazen manner was both exhilarating and intimidating. She took a seat next to Mandy, who was already scanning the room with an air of excitement.

The lights dimmed, and the music grew louder, setting the tone for the evening. The first act took the stage, and Jennifer found herself unable to look away. The performers were a mix of shapes, sizes, and ages, but they all had one thing in common: confidence. They owned the stage, their movements fluid and mesmerizing. Each act brought a new story to life, a new form of empowerment, and a new reason for the audience to cheer.

Mandy leaned in, whispering in Jennifer's ear, "Isn't it amazing?"

Jennifer nodded, her heart racing. She felt something stirring inside her, a long-forgotten sense of adventure and desire for self-expression. The women on stage were unapologetically bold, their every gesture a declaration of freedom. It was intoxicating.

As the final act began, the music grew darker, more intense. Two of the dancers emerged, dressed in black leather and fishnets. They approached a third, who was blindfolded and tied to a chair with a crimson ribbon. The sight of the ropes around the woman's wrists made Jennifer's breath hitch. Without thinking, she reached over and gripped Mandy's thigh. The young woman looked at her, a knowing smile curving her lips, and gently placed her hand on top of Jennifer's.

The performance was a dance of power and submission, the bound woman's body moving with the grace of a captured bird. The tension in the room was palpable, the audience leaning in, their breaths bated. As the leather-clad dancers untied her, the bound woman transformed from a helpless figure into a creature of pure power. The crowd erupted in applause, the energy in the room crackling with electricity.

Jennifer's hand was still on Mandy's thigh, and she felt the younger woman's muscles tense and relax under her grip. She looked over and saw the heat in Mandy's eyes, the same heat she felt burning in her own. They shared a moment of understanding, a silent acknowledgment of their shared desires. The burlesque show had ignited something in them, a spark that threatened to consume them if not acted upon.

As the applause died down, they both took a deep breath and leaned back in their seats. "Wow," Mandy breathed. "I knew you'd love it."

"It was... intense," Jennifer admitted, her heart still racing.

Mandy nodded, her gaze lingering on the now-empty stage. "And I think I know what really piqued your interests." she said thoughtfully.

Jennifer felt a blush creep up her neck, unsure if she wanted to acknowledge the unspoken truth. "The ropes?" she ventured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Mandy turned to her, her own cheeks flushed. "Yes," she said simply, her eyes never leaving Jennifer's. "I saw the way you reacted. It's not just about the performance for you, is it?"

Jennifer took a sip of her drink, considering Mandy's words. "No," she finally admitted. "It's something... more."

Mandy's eyes lit up, her smile growing wider. "Come back to my place," she said impulsively. "I've got something to show you."

Jennifer felt a thrill of excitement and trepidation mingle in her chest. She had never been so spontaneous, but something about Mandy made her want to break free from her usual routine. "Okay," she found herself saying.

Mandy's apartment was a reflection of her vibrant personality—colorful, cluttered, and filled with a sense of playfulness. They stepped inside, the sound of their heels echoing in the quiet hallway. The walls were adorned with framed posters of burlesque dancers and vintage pin-up girls, and the scent of incense lingered in the air.

Mandy made Jenny a coffee with a good measure of brandy, then kicking off her heels, retrieved a large wooden chest. Unlocking it revealed a multitude of metal and leather cuffs, gags, and various other bondage gear. Jennifer's eyes widened, a mix of fascination and nerves coursing through her. "These are... yours?" she managed to ask.

Mandy nodded, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "I've been into this for a while now," she said, her voice low and intimate. "I think it's about time I showed you the real me." She held out a pair of red leather cuffs, the metal buckles gleaming under the soft light. "Would you like to try?"

Jennifer's hand trembled as she took the cuffs, the leather cool and smooth against her skin. She had never felt so alive, so exposed. The thought of entrusting herself to Mandy was both terrifying and exhilarating. She looked up, meeting Mandy's gaze. "I've never done anything like this before," she confessed.

Mandy's smile was gentle and reassuring. "There's nothing to be afraid of, Jenny," she said, her voice a soft purr. “Five years ago, neither had I.”

They sat on the velvet couch, the chest between them. Mandy took the cuffs from Jenny's unsteady hands, and demonstrated how they worked. She fastened them around her own wrists, showing the ease and safety of the release. "See?" she said, with a playful smile. "It's all about trust and communication."

Jennifer nodded, trying to hide the racing of her heart. She watched as Mandy removed the cuffs from her wrists and remastered them on her ankles. Then reaching into the chest she retrieved two sets of steel cuffs, one linked with a few centimetres of chain, the other anout 50. "Would you like me to tie you up?" Mandy asked, her voice a seductive whisper that sent a shiver down Jenny's spine.

Jennifer took a deep breath, her mind racing. She had never been one to shy away from new experiences, but this was uncharted territory. The thought of being bound, of giving up control to this young, vibrant woman was... thrilling. She nodded slowly, feeling the weight of her decision. Mandy's eyes lit up like a child on Christmas morning.

They moved to the bedroom, the air thick with anticipation. Mandy led the way, her hips swaying with each step as she shuffled in her ankle cuffs. Jenny removed her own heels and followed. The room was dimly lit, with a four-poster bed dressed in red and black satin sheets. Above the bed, a series of hooks and chains adorned the ceiling, hinting at the adventures that had already taken place within these walls.

Mandy turned to face her, her eyes smoldering. "Are you sure?" she asked one final time.

Jennifer took a deep breath and nodded. "I'm sure."

Mandy's smile grew, and she stepped closer, her eyes never leaving Jennifer's. She gently took her by the wrists, guiding her to the bed. With surprising tenderness, she helped her sit on the edge, the cool metal of the cuffs a stark contrast against the warm satin.

Jennifer felt a rush of excitement mixed with nerves as she watched Mandy select the longer chain set. The younger woman approached with the cuffs, her movements deliberate and precise. She knelt in front of her, taking one of her feet, and began to attach the first cuff. The cool metal clicked shut around her ankle, sending a thrill up her leg.

Mandy then took the short chain and connected it to Jenny’s left wrist. She repeated the process with the other ankle, ensuring they were both secure before standing up and admiring her handiwork. "Beautiful," she murmured, her eyes traveling up Jenny's legs to meet hers. “Now lie face down kn the bed.

Jenny complied, her heart hammering in her chest. She felt vulnerable, yet incredibly alive. The softness of the satin cushioned her face as she listened to Mandy move around the room, the chink of metal and rustle of fabric the only sounds. Mandy’s warmth returned as she straddled Jenny’s thighs, her weight pressing down slightly as she folded the older woman’s knees, threaded the short chain through the longer, and cuffed Jenny’s right wrist.

The feeling of being bound was more intense than she had ever imagined. The slightest movements sent the chains jingling, a constant reminder of her newfound vulnerability. Yet, the fear was overshadowed by an all-consuming curiosity, a yearning to explore the uncharted depths of this thrilling new world.

Mandy's touch was gentle as she lifted Jenny's chin, placing a soft leather blindfold over her eyes. The darkness was immediate, enveloping her in a cocoon of sensory deprivation. She heard Mandy's breathing, felt the heat of her body, but could no longer see the smoldering gaze that had led her here. The sudden absence of sight heightened her other senses, making the scent of the incense and the feel of the cool metal even more pronounced.

Next, Mandy's hands touched her again, this time sliding a rubber ball gag into her mouth. The stretch of the leather straps around her head and the pressure of the ball between her teeth brought a new wave of excitement and fear. The gag was not uncomfortable, but the knowledge that she could no longer speak, that she was now completely at Mandy's mercy, was a powerful sensation. The only sounds she could make were muffled moans, which only served to add to the eroticism of the situation.

She felt Mandy’s weight move on the bed then felt her breath on the side of her face as she spoke: “You’re all mine now. You cant run away. You cant see. You can’t call for help. I can do anything I want to you and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

The words sent a shiver down Jenny’s spine, the thrill of it all making her wetter than she’d ever been. Her heart was racing as she felt Mandy’s hands trace the line of her neck and down her spine, sending a ripple of goosebumps across her skin. The leather of the cuffs and the ball gag were the only things grounding her in reality, the rest of the world had disappeared.

[DioA]

Wow, this was so, so hot. Love the idea of a burlesque dancer tying someone up.

[LunaDog]

Agreed. This is superb!