Jan and the tattooed Barista (F/F)

[Janbound]

A steamy one. I don’t know how my alter ego keeps finding strange women in cafe’s shoe shops and health clubs to explore her fantasies with. Guess she’s just lucky.

This one focuses on my obsession with feet and tattoos . As the story develops as I write, there are a couple of experiments with unusual directions for me, trampling and slight breath play. Nothing too heavy and I do not pursue those avenues too deeply if it might upset anyone.

Finally if it is too adult for the board please warn me and I shall remove it. Please don’t ban me for testing the limits.

SORRY- I made a mistake. I write these stories in another app and cut and paste to the site. BUT I usually delete my editing notes. All those paragraphs saying SUMMARY, BEGIN, CLIMAX, SCENE 2 etc should have been deleted. Below is the story as intended to be published.




In the quiet corner of the quaint coffee shop, Jan sat sipping her cappuccino, the froth leaving a mustache on her upper lip that she quickly wiped away with a napkin. The warmth of the beverage was a stark contrast to the cool breeze that danced through the open windows, carrying with it the scent of rain-kissed leaves from the nearby park. She glanced around the room, taking in the comforting ambiance of mismatched chairs and the soft murmur of conversations that melded into a gentle background hum. It was her usual spot, a sanctuary from the tumultuous world outside.

Her eyes, however, kept drifting back to the barista, Mara. The young woman's fiery red hair was pulled back into a loose bun, revealing the intricate tattoos that wove down her arms like a series of intertwined vines. But it was her bare feet that captured Jan's attention today. They were adorned with the same patterns of ropes and chains that decorated her legs. Jan felt a peculiar tug in her stomach, a curiosity that had been dormant for too long. Her thoughts flitted to the newfound freedom of her recent divorce and the clandestine desires she had pushed aside for so many years.


As Mara moved with a graceful efficiency behind the counter, Jan couldn't help but admire the way her muscles flexed and her tattoos danced with each step. The black ink against her pale skin was mesmerizing, a silent narrative that whispered of rebellion and desire. She found herself imagining the softness of those feet, the way the ropes might feel wrapped around her own ankles, the gentle tug of restraint that could lead to unexplored realms of pleasure. It was a stark contrast to the controlled, almost mechanical rhythm of her own life, and it beckoned like a siren's call.

Mara, with a keen sense of observation that came from years of reading customers, noticed Jan's lingering gaze. She met Jan's eyes with a knowing smile, one that seemed to hold a secret invitation. Jan felt her cheeks flush, the heat rising to the roots of her hair. She quickly averted her gaze, pretending to be engrossed in her book. But the connection had been made, the unspoken acknowledgment of shared curiosity that hung in the air like a question waiting to be asked.


The coffee shop grew busier as the afternoon progressed, but Jan's eyes remained glued to Mara, taking in the subtle cues of her movements. Each time Mara stepped out from behind the counter, the clinking of her ankle bracelet against the polished floor tiles seemed to echo through the room, a silent symphony that only Jan could hear. The young barista's confidence was palpable, each gesture imbued with a sensuality that seemed to reach out and caress Jan's senses. It was as if Mara's very presence was a declaration of her openness to the world of desire that Jan had only just begun to explore.

Summoning her courage, Jan decided to act on her impulse. She ordered another coffee and a plate of the gourmet cookies displayed on the counter, her voice slightly trembling as she hoped to extend her time in the shop. She watched as Mara's bare toes curled and flexed, moving with an elegant precision that seemed almost choreographed. The sight of those tattooed feet, so close yet so far, was intoxicating. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, the thrill of anticipation making her palms damp.


Mara brought over Jan's order, placing it gently on the table. As she did so, Jan couldn't resist glancing up to meet her eyes. The redhead's gaze was warm and knowing, a hint of mischief playing at the corners of her lips. Jan felt a rush of adrenaline as she realized that Mara was fully aware of the effect she was having. The barista leaned in slightly, the scent of fresh coffee and a faint hint of something sweet wafting from her, and whispered, "Is there anything else I can get for you?" Jan's breath hitched, and she felt her face grow even hotter.

The next few minutes passed in a blur as Jan tried to gather her thoughts. She knew she had to say something, to break the spell that had been cast over her. With a shaky smile, she finally spoke up. "I noticed your tattoos," she began, her voice barely above a murmur. "They're beautiful." Mara's eyes lit up, and she took a step closer, the fabric of her apron brushing against Jan's knee. "Thank you," she said, her voice as smooth as the velvet that Jan imagined the ropes in her tattoos would feel. "They tell a story, you know. A story of power and passion, of giving in to desires that others might find...unusual."


The air between them grew thicker, charged with an electricity that neither could ignore. Jan swallowed hard, her eyes darting between Mara's eyes and the tattoos that snaked down her legs. "I've...I've never seen anything like them before," she stuttered, her voice thick with curiosity and nerves. Mara leaned in even closer, her breath warm against Jan's cheek. "They're not just ink, Jan," she whispered. "They're an invitation."

“An invitation?”

The words hung in the air, loaded with meaning that Jan could almost touch. Her heart raced, and she felt the heat of Mara’s leg against her own. The young barista’s proximity was intoxicating, and Jan found herself leaning in, eager to hear more.

Mara nodded, her smile widening. “To explore, to experience. To find out what truly makes you tick.” She traced a finger along Jan’s hand, sending a shiver up her spine. “You know, I can see it in you too. That spark, that curiosity. It’s like you’re ready to break free from your cocoon.”

Jan felt the weight of those words, the truth in them resonating deep within her. She had spent so long hiding, denying herself the very things that made her feel alive. The thought of stepping into the unknown with Mara, of letting go of her fears and inhibitions, was both terrifying and exhilarating.

"I...I don't know where to begin," Jan confessed, her voice quivering with vulnerability.


Mara's smile softened, her touch lingering on Jan's hand. "There's no rush," she assured her. "We all have our own journeys to walk. But when you're ready, I'd love to help guide you through some of the paths I've explored."

Jan felt a flutter in her stomach, the excitement of potential discovery mixed with the nerves of the uncharted territory ahead. She took a deep breath and made a decision that would alter the course of her evening. "Could I... see you when your shift ends?" she asked, her voice tentative but earnest.

Mara's eyes lit up with interest, and she glanced at the clock on the wall. "I finish in an hour," she said, her voice as smooth as the steam that curled from the espresso machine. "Do you want to wait?"

Jan nodded, her pulse quickening. She felt a strange mix of excitement and trepidation, as if she were about to embark on an adventure she had only ever read about in books. She watched as Mara moved through the coffee shop, her bare feet whispering against the floor with each step. The way she carried herself, the confidence in her stride, was intoxicating. Jan couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have that kind of self-assurance, to wear her desires so openly.


The hour passed in a blur of pages turned and glances stolen towards the clock. The rain outside had turned into a downpour, the droplets racing down the windowpanes creating a soothing rhythm that mirrored Jan's racing thoughts. When the bell above the door finally jingled, signaling Mara's shift had ended, Jan's heart skipped a beat. She looked up to see the redhead waving goodbye to her colleagues, her tattoos peeking out from beneath her apron as she sailed through the room.

Mara approached Jan's table, her bare feet padding quietly across the floor. She removed her apron, revealing a simple black t-shirt and matching shorts that hugged her curves, and a pair of worn-in leather boots that she must have changed into. Jan felt a strange mix of disappointment and relief; she had been so captivated by the sight of Mara's bare feet, but the boots also held a certain allure, hinting at the secrets they could hold.

"Ready?" Mara asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Jan nodded, her heart racing as she gathered her things. They stepped out into the rain-soaked street, the cool droplets kissing their skin as they hurried to Mara's nearby apartment. The scent of damp earth and the sound of rain pattering on the pavement was invigorating, a stark contrast to the warmth of the coffee shop.


Once inside, Mara led Jan to a cozy living room, the walls adorned with more tapestries of ropes and chains, hinting at the hidden world Jan was about to discover. The room was dimly lit, with candles flickering on the mantle, casting shadows that danced on the floor. Jan felt a shiver of anticipation run down her spine as she took in the sight of various pieces of bondage gear neatly arranged on a shelf.

Mara noticed Jan's gaze and gave her a knowing look. "Don't worry," she said, her voice soothing. "We'll take it slow. Just tell me what you're comfortable with." Jan nodded, her eyes wide with both fear and excitement. She watched as Mara unlaced her boots and set them aside, revealing her bare, tattooed feet once more. The younger woman's confidence was contagious, and Jan found herself feeling less apprehensive.

Mara settled onto the couch, her legs folded under her in a way that displayed her feet prominently. Jan couldn't resist the urge any longer; she slipped off her heels and moved closer, her sheer black tights whispering against the fabric as she did so. She reached out tentatively, her hand hovering over Mara's foot. The redhead gave her an encouraging smile, and Jan's fingertips finally made contact with the cool, soft skin. The sensation sent a jolt through her body, and she felt a sudden, intense need to explore more.



Jan knelt on the floor in front of Mara and with trembling hands, traced the delicate tattoos that wrapped around Mara's ankles, her eyes widening as she took in the intricate details. Each loop and knot of the inked ropes seemed to pulse with a life of their own, as if beckoning her to delve deeper into this uncharted territory. Mara watched her with a gentle curiosity, allowing Jan the space to indulge in her newfound fascination. The warmth of Jan's touch seemed to radiate through Mara's body, setting her own desires alight.

"You know," Mara began, her voice a soft purr, "the art of bondage isn't just about restriction. It's about trust, about giving control and receiving it. It's a dance, a silent conversation between the bound and the binder." Jan nodded, her eyes never leaving the tapestry of ink beneath her fingertips. She felt a strange yearning to be a part of that dance, to experience the vulnerability and power that Mara described.

"I've never been...tied up before," Jan admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. The words hung in the air like a confession, a secret shared in the sacred space between them. Mara's eyes searched hers, a silent question lingering. Jan took a deep breath and nodded, giving Mara the unspoken permission to proceed.



Mara stood, her bare feet padding softly across the floor as she moved to the shelf. She selected a length of velvet rope, the same shade of red as her hair, and returned to the couch. She sat, her legs folded again, the rope coiled in her lap. "Let's start with something simple," she suggested, her tone gentle yet firm. "Just to get you accustomed to the feeling."

Jan nodded, her eyes fixed on the rope. It looked so soft, yet the thought of it being wound around her own body made her stomach flip. Mara could see the nerves playing across Jan's face, and she offered a comforting smile. "Remember, you're in control. If you want me to stop, just say the word."

Mara began by wrapping the velvet rope around Jan's wrists, her movements deliberate and precise. Jan felt the warmth of her touch, the gentle pressure as the rope began to coil around her. It was a strange sensation, being bound by someone else, but the trust she felt for Mara was unshakeable. With each loop, Jan felt the tension in her body ease, replaced by a sense of excitement and submission she had never before experienced.


As Mara worked, Jan took in the details of the room, the flickering candlelight playing across the ropes and chains adorning the walls, casting an erotic glow over the scene unfolding before her. The rain outside had turned into a soothing backdrop, its rhythm matching the beating of her heart. She focused on the warmth of Mara's breath, the scent of vanilla and leather that surrounded her, and the feeling of the plush rug beneath her knees.

Mara's gentle touch grew more insistent as she guided Jan's arms behind her back. The velvet rope slithered over Jan's skin, the softness belying the firm grip it would soon have on her. The redhead wrapped the rope around Jan's wrists, each pass a gentle squeeze that sent shivers up her arms. The knot, when it came, was tight but not painful, a perfect blend of control and care. Jan felt a strange sense of liberation as her hands were bound, as if the ropes were freeing her from the constraints she had placed on herself for so long.

Mara stepped back to admire her handiwork, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. Jan could feel her breathing grow ragged, her body responding to the thrill of the moment. She tested the bonds, the ropes holding firm yet giving just enough to remind her of their presence. The sensation was exhilarating, a mix of fear and arousal that was entirely new to her. She looked up at Mara, her eyes wide with wonder and question.


Mara's gaze was focused and intense as she bent down to tie Jan's ankles together with the same velvet rope. Jan felt a rush of heat as the material brushed against her skin through the nylon, sending a wave of anticipation through her body. The way Mara's hands moved, the way she looked at her, it was as if she were unwrapping a precious gift, savoring every moment. The younger woman's touch was both gentle and commanding, a perfect blend that had Jan's knees trembling.

With Jan's ankles bound, Mara stood and stepped back, surveying her handiwork. The rain outside had picked up, the sound of it on the windows adding a sensual rhythm to the room. Jan felt a strange mix of vulnerability and empowerment, her body humming with excitement. She watched as Mara approached her, her bare feet silent on the rug, the tattoos on her legs seeming to writhe with the movement.

Mara took Jan's chin in her hand, tilting her head up to meet her gaze. "How does it feel?" she asked, her voice low and soothing.

Jan searched for the words to describe the tumult of emotions swirling within her. "It's...it's like nothing I've ever felt before," she finally managed to say, her voice breathy with arousal.

Mara's smile grew, her eyes darkening with desire. "Good," she murmured, her thumb tracing Jan's lower lip. "Now, let's see how you do with a little more."


With a grace that seemed almost predatory, Mara sat back on the couch, her bare foot coming to rest on Jan's thigh. The warmth of her skin seeped through the fabric of Jan's skirt, sending a jolt of excitement straight to her core. Jan could feel the strength in Mara's toes as they curled into her thigh, a silent promise of the power dynamics about to unfold. The redhead leaned back, her legs spread slightly, the ropes of her tattoos seemingly reaching out to Jan, an invitation to explore.

Jan's breath hitched as she felt the pressure of Mara's foot increase, as she slid her foot under the older woman’s skirt, the arch of her foot sliding upwards with a delicate yet deliberate force. The silky material of her skirt whispered against her skin tights as Mara's toes inched closer to the apex of her thighs. The anticipation was unbearable, a delicious cocktail of fear and desire that had Jan's heart racing. She could feel her own wetness growing, the fabric of her panties sticking to her skin with a need that was almost painful.

The moment Mara’s other bare foot pressed gently against Jan’s cheek, the world around them seemed to fade away. The only things that remained were the sounds of their breaths, the rain outside, and the warmth of that foot. Jan felt the softness of Mara’s sole, the calloused pad pressing against her skin, and the arch that was so close to her mouth. It was a strange and erotic sensation, one that she had never experienced before.



Her eyes closed, Jan took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of Mara’s skin, a mix of coffee, leather, and something uniquely her. It was an intoxicating aroma that seemed to represent the freedom and excitement that Jan had been craving. Without thinking, she leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on the top of Mara’s foot. The taste of salt and sweetness mingled with the scent, and she felt a tremor run through the redhead’s leg.

Mara’s toes curled slightly in response, urging Jan closer. With a mix of trepidation and thrill, Jan parted her lips and took Mara’s second toe into her mouth. It was a strange sensation, the firmness of the digit and the softness of the skin, yet it was not unpleasant. She began to suck gently, feeling the toe pulse under her touch. The sound of Mara’s intake of breath was like music to her ears, a symphony of pleasure that grew louder with each passing second.

As Jan explored the contours of Mara’s foot with her mouth, she felt the other one begin to move. With surprising deftness, Mara’s toes began to unbutton her red silk blouse, one button at a time. The delicate fabric parted to reveal Jan’s lacy black bra, her breasts rising and falling with each ragged breath she took. Jan’s eyes remained locked on Mara’s, watching the barista’s gaze darken with each button that was released. The act was so intimate, so personal, yet performed with a foot – it was an eroticism that Jan had never even dreamed of.


Mara’s foot reached Jan’s neck, the toes curling around the soft skin as she pulled the blouse away, revealing Jan’s shoulders and the upper swells of her breasts. The cool air of the room kissed Jan’s exposed skin, sending goosebumps racing down her arms. The barista’s foot remained there, a gentle but firm pressure that had Jan’s pulse hammering in her throat. The warmth of Mara’s skin, the gentle scrape of her toes against Jan’s collarbone, was the most erotic thing she had ever felt.

With Jan’s blouse open, Mara’s foot traveled down her chest, the velvet ropes of her tattoos seeming to tighten with every beat of Jan’s racing heart. Jan could feel the warmth of Mara’s leg through her tights, the roughness of the fabric contrasting with the softness of the foot that now rested one between her breasts, one under her skirt. Her bound wrists pressed against the small of her back, the velvet ropes digging in slightly, reminding her of her vulnerability, yet also the thrill of being at the mercy of this younger, more experienced woman.

Mara’s toes traced the edge of Jan’s bra, teasing the sensitive skin, and Jan’s eyes fluttered closed as she moaned softly. The sound seemed to echo in the dimly lit room, bouncing off the walls adorned with ropes and chains, only to be swallowed by the steady beat of the rain outside. The anticipation was almost unbearable, her body begging for more.


With a swift movement, Mara took black fur lined handcuffs out from under a cushion on the sofa and used them to cuff her own hands behind her back, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she secured the bracelet. The sight of the young redhead bound herself was a heady mix of vulnerability and power, and Jan’s breath hitched in her throat. The soft click of the metal was the only sound in the room, a stark contrast to the storm raging outside.

Mara’s bound hands didn’t hinder her ability to control the situation, instead, it added a layer of complexity to the dynamic. She leaned back, her tattooed legs coming to rest on Jan’s shoulders, her bare feet now in the position of power. Jan felt the weight of her body shift as she supported Mara’s legs, the feeling of the ropes round her wrists and ankles pressing into her skin sending a thrill through her.

With a graceful arch of her foot, Mara’s toes slipped beneath the edge of Jan’s bra, hooking the delicate lace. Jan’s breath caught in her throat as she felt the material give way, the anticipation of her breasts being freed was almost too much to bear. The younger woman’s foot flexed, and with a flick of her toes, Jan’s bra gave way. Her breasts spilled out, the cool air of the room making her nipples tighten into hard points. The sight was too much for Jan to handle; she leaned her head back, a low moan escaping her lips as the sensation washed over her.



Mara’s foot slid down Jan’s body, her toes tracing the curve of Jan’s waist before coming to rest at the top of her thighs. The redhead’s eyes never left Jan’s face, watching the play of emotions as she took in the older woman’s bound state. The rain outside grew louder, the thunder rumbling in the distance like a muted applause to their shared moment of intimacy. Jan’s heart was pounding in her chest, her body alive with sensation.

“What would you like next, Jan?” Mara’s voice was low, the question hanging in the air like a caress. Jan’s mind raced, the thrill of the unknown mingling with the comfort of Mara’s gentle guidance. She took a deep breath, the scent of their combined arousal filling the room.

With a shaky voice, Jan whispered, “I... I want to feel more of you. Your feet, your power... I want to know what it’s like to truly submit to someone.” Mara’s smile grew, a knowing glint in her eyes.

She leaned forward, her foot caressing Jan’s cheek. “Tell me, Jan, have you ever experienced the feeling of a foot pressing down on your chest, or mouth?”

Jan’s eyes widened, but she nodded eagerly, her curiosity overpowering any lingering fear. Mara’s smile grew, a hint of mischief playing on her lips. She lifted her other foot, placing it on Jan’s chest, the arch pressing down lightly. Jan’s breath hitched, the pressure both reassuring and exhilarating.



Mara’s nimble fingers moved to her handcuffs, unlocking them with a click that seemed to echo through the room. Mara took Jan’s elbows guiding them closer together before looping the velvet rope around them, pulling them tightly until Jan’s elbows nearly touched. The redhead then took the rope and wrapped it around Jan’s elbows, creating a beautifully intricate knot that bound her arms to her sides. She untied her wrists then pulled her bra and blouse off before relying her wrists. She then tied Jan”s knees together with the red velvet rope. She turned Jan onto her back and said “It will be very uncomfortable lying on your bound arms, but it adds to the thrill. Just say the word if you want to stop.” With that she pulled her own t shirt off revealing she was not wearing a bra , her chest was smaller than Jan’s and she could get away with it, and she cuffed her own hands behind her back again. This time throwing the keys to the far side of the room.

The feeling of the rope against her bare skin was exquisite, sending waves of pleasure through Jan’s body. She could feel the warmth of Mara’s feet as they rested on her chest, the arch pressing down just enough to make her aware of their presence. The weight of Mara’s legs on her thighs was a delicious sensation, a silent reminder of the power dynamics at play. Jan’s eyes remained locked on Mara’s, the intensity of their gaze speaking volumes without a single word passing between them.



Mara’s toes began to explore Jan’s breasts, the soft pads of her feet pressing and releasing, teasing Jan’s nipples until they were hard and sensitive. Jan’s breaths grew shallower, her chest rising and falling with each gentle squeeze. The sensation was like nothing she had ever felt before, the softness of the velvet rope against her skin, the warmth of Mara’s body above her, and the thrill of being bound and exposed. It was a heady mix that had Jan’s mind racing with possibilities.

Mara leaned down, her breath hot against Jan’s ear. “Kiss my foot,” she whispered, the words a command wrapped in a velvet embrace. Jan’s eyes fluttered closed as she felt the soft sole of Mara’s foot against her cheek. She turned her head slightly, her eyes opening to meet Mara’s, the question in her gaze. The younger woman nodded, her eyes dark with desire.

With a sense of reverence, Jan brought her mouth to Mara’s foot, her lips brushing against the soft skin. The taste of rain and leather danced on her tongue as she began to kiss the arch, the curve of the redhead’s foot fitting perfectly against her face. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of submission and power that had Jan’s body trembling with need. She felt Mara’s foot tense slightly, the muscles in her leg flexing as Jan’s kisses grew more insistent.


Mara’s eyes never left Jan’s as she leaned back, her hands still bound behind her back, the keys to her freedom far out of reach. Jan’s own bound wrists were crushed together behind her back, the rope digging into her skin, reminding her of her vulnerability. The pressure was intense, but it only served to heighten her arousal. She watched as Mara’s chest rose and fell with her own quickened breaths, her nipples peaked and hard from Jan’s earlier attentions to her feet.

Mara’s toes began to explore Jan’s face, tracing the outline of her jaw, her cheekbones, and finally, her lips. Jan parted her mouth, welcoming the soft pads of Mara’s toes, sucking gently. The barista’s foot trembled, and Jan felt a surge of power knowing she could elicit such a response. The sound of the rain grew louder, melding with their panting breaths and the occasional crack of thunder, setting the stage for their erotic dance.

Mara’s foot traveled down Jan’s body, the arch coming to rest on Jan’s neck. Jan could feel the warmth of Mara’s toes pressing into the sensitive skin, the gentle threat of increased pressure sending a thrill through her. The redhead’s eyes searched Jan’s, looking for any sign of distress, but finding only want. With a flick of her ankle, Jan’s head was tilted back, exposing her throat to the mercy of Mara’s foot.



Mara’s toes traced the line of Jan’s neck, the roughness of the balls of her soles a stark contrast to Jan’s soft skin. Jan’s eyes closed as she felt the pressure increase, the arch of Mara’s foot pressing down slightly, the ball of her foot nestled in the hollow of Jan’s throat. It was a sensation that was both terrifying and exhilarating, the throb of her pulse mingling with the thrum of desire that was building within her.

Mara leaned closer, her breath hot and sweet as she whispered, “Tell me if you want more.” Jan’s eyes snapped open, the need in her gaze unmistakable. With a nod, she whispered, “Yes, more.”

Mara stood up, placing one foot on Jan’s chest, the other firmly on the floor beside her. The sudden shift in weight had Jan’s breath hitching, her bound body straining against the velvet ropes. Mara’s toes flexed slightly, the arch of her foot pressing into Jan’s chest with a gentle but unyielding force. Jan felt the power dynamic shift even further, her body now completely at the mercy of this younger, more experienced woman.



The redhead’s foot began to move in a slow, circular motion, the sensation both soothing and thrilling. Jan’s eyes remained glued to Mara’s, her chest rising and falling with each shallow breath. The pressure grew, and Jan could feel the pressure on her chest strain against her bound arms under her, the ropes around her elbows digging in just enough to remind her of her restraint. Yet, she felt no fear, only a deep, all-consuming need to submit to Mara’s will.

Mara’s other foot joined the first, both now pressing into Jan’s chest, the balls of her feet pushing into the soft mounds of her breasts. Jan gasped, the sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that sent shockwaves of desire through her body. The ropes around her wrists elbows, knees and ankles felt like they were tightening with every beat of her heart, the velvet embrace of the material both comforting and restrictive. Jan strained now to draw each breath with Mara’s weight on her chest.

The barista stepped off Jan, now kneeling astride her she leaned forward, her bound wrists resting on Jan’s stomach, the metal of the handcuffs cool against her skin. Jan’s eyes widened as she felt the wetness of Mara’s mouth, her tongue tracing the curve of Jan’s ear before moving to her neck, kissing and nipping the sensitive flesh. The younger woman’s teeth grazed Jan’s earlobe, sending a shiver down her spine.



Mara’s breath was hot against Jan’s skin as she whispered, “You’re so beautiful, so strong. I’ve wanted to do this from the moment I saw you looking at my tattoos with such hunger in your eyes.” Jan’s cheeks flushed, the words a heady mix of praise and desire that had her body responding in ways she had never experienced.

The first time Jan had noticed Mara’s bare feet was when she had walked into the coffee shop, the sight of the tattoos wrapping around her ankles and up her legs had been impossible to ignore. It was as if they were an extension of Jan’s own hidden desires, beckoning her to come closer. Now, bound and at the mercy of the young redhead, Jan realized it was more than just the tattoos that had drawn her in – it was the confidence and the allure of the unexplored world that Mara represented.

Mara’s feet were a revelation, a gateway to a new dimension of pleasure that Jan had never before considered. As Mara’s tongue continued to trace patterns across her chest and neck, Jan felt her attraction to the barista grow with each passing second. The knowledge that she had been right about Mara’s openness to her desires was exhilarating, and the way the younger woman handled the ropes and cuffs was nothing short of mesmerizing.

“Have you ever been gagged?” The redhead said, her voice a deep purr of intrigue.

The question hung in the air, a silent echo of Jan’s own curiosity. “Gagged?” she managed to ask, her voice a breathy whisper. Mara’s eyes lit up with excitement at Jan’s willingness to explore further. She leaned back slightly, her bound hands gesturing to a drawer in the nearby dresser. “In there,” she said, her voice low and filled with promise.

The meaning was clear. As Mara sat down and crossed her legs, Jan struggled to her knees then, pushing against the sofa managed to stand. Neve having been tied up before she found it an exhilarating challenge to shuffle and hop, her arms bound behind her , to the draw. And with each hop her boobs bounced on her chest.

With a tremble in her hand, Jan reached for the drawer and pulled it open. Inside, she found an assortment of silk scarves in various colors, each folded neatly beside a velvet-covered ball gag. The sight sent a thrill through her body, a mix of fear and excitement that she hadn’t felt in years. She picked out a black scarf, the colour as dark as the night outside, and the ball gag, and held it up to Mara for approval. The redhead nodded, a smirk playing on her lips.

Mara stood up, her hands still cuffed behind her, and stepped closer, her eyes never leaving Jan’s. With a gentle touch, she took the scarf and gag from Jan’s bound hands. “Floor!” She said firmly but softly.

Jan carefully lowered herself, squatting then trying to kneel she lost her balance and fell to her side. Mara unfurled the scarf and dropped it to the floor, the fabric whispering against Jan’s skin as it fell on her face. Using her left foot, she pushed the scarf into Jan’s mouth , forcing it into her checks with her toes creating a soft but effective gag. Jan’s eyes widened slightly as Mara sat on the floor and picked the ball gag, by its strap, with her toes. She pressed the ball into Jan’s mouth, then with the same deft dexterity she had shown removing Jan’s bra, fastened the strap tightly around her head, closing the buckle at the base of her skull using only her toes. The pressure was firm but not painful, the fabric muffling her words into a soft, incoherent murmur.

“How does it feel to be all tied up and gagged?” Mara purred at her captive.

Jan’s eyes widened further, her breathing shallow and rapid as she tried to adjust to the new sensation. The ball in her mouth was surprisingly comfortable, filling her up in a way that only added to the thrill. She nodded slightly, a muffled sound escaping through the fabric, indicating she was okay.

Mara’s smile grew wider, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She leaned in closer, her breath warm and sweet against Jan’s cheek. “Good girl,” she whispered, her voice a mix of praise and command. Jan felt a rush of heat flood her body, her arousal reaching new heights.

The redhead’s tongue darted out, tracing a wet line from Jan’s collarbone to the valley between her breasts. Jan’s eyes rolled back in her head, the sensation sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet, she had never felt so alive.

Mara’s teeth grazed Jan’s sensitive flesh, her teeth closing gently around Jan’s hardened nipples, one by one. Jan’s muffled cries grew louder, her body arching into the sensation, the ropes around her elbows and knees tightening with every gasp. The feeling of Mara’s tongue flicking against her skin was like nothing she had ever experienced before, each lick and suckle a declaration of the younger woman’s dominance.

The rain outside had become a symphony, each droplet on the window a note that played in time with Jan’s racing heart. The room was alive with the sound of their ragged breaths, the occasional crack of thunder only adding to the intensity of the moment. Jan’s eyes were wide with desire, her body straining against the velvet bonds that held her in place. She could feel the slickness of the scarf in her mouth, the fabric melding with her saliva as she squirmed beneath Mara’s attentions.

Mara stood up again, her legs strong and graceful as she stepped over Jan’s prone form. With a flick of her left foot on Jan’s pelvis, she rolled Jan onto her back, the motion fluid and effortless. Jan’s breath hitched as she felt the smoothness of Mara’s bare feet against her skin, the arch of the younger woman’s foot pressing into her abdomen before releasing. The motion was almost a dance, a silent conversation of power and submission that had Jan’s pulse racing.

Mara’s eyes searched Jan’s, looking for any sign of distress or hesitation. All she found was a deep, unbridled need. With a nod of satisfaction, she straddled Jan’s chest, her bound hands still behind her back. Jan felt the pressure of Mara’s feet against her breasts as she once again stepped onto her chest, the arches pressing down on her boobs, and she realised just how much she enjoyed the feeling of being gagged. The scarf in her mouth muffled her moans, turning them into a symphony of pleasure that only she and Mara could hear. Each breath was now a double struggle, against Mara’s weight and against the packing in her mouth forcing her to strain through her nose.

The gag was a constant reminder of her submission, a silent affirmation of Mara’s control over her. Jan’s eyes never left the younger woman’s face, her gaze a silent plea for more. Mara seemed to understand, her foot moving to Jan’s throat, the toes pressing down with just enough force to make Jan gasp around the scarf. The older woman’s eyes rolled back, the pressure from the gag increasing the sensation of the foot on her throat.

Mara’s movements grew bolder, her foot leaving Mara’s throat and sliding down Jan’s body until it rested on her stomach. She applied gentle but firm pressure through Jan’s skirt to her tender spots. Jan’s eyes widened, but she didn’t protest, her curiosity and desire overriding any fear. Jan leaned in, pressing her pelvis up against the young girl’s heel.

Mara’s toes began to probe the waistband of Jan’s skirt, slipping under the elastic and sliding down. Jan’s breath hitched as the girl’s toes went inside the waistband of her tights, the fabric peeled away from her skin, exposing her matching lacy black panties. The redhead’s eyes danced with mischief as she stepped off Jan’s chest, her foot lingering for a moment before moving down to Jan’s thigh. With a slow motion of her feet she pushed the skirt down to Jan’s ankles, leaving her in nothing but her tights and panties.

Jan’s heart hammered in her chest, the excitement of the moment making her feel both exposed and incredibly aroused. She watched as Mara’s foot slid along her thigh, the ball of her foot tracing the line of Jan’s panties. The younger woman’s eyes never left Jan’s, the intensity of their gaze a silent question. Jan nodded, her breaths coming faster now, her body begging for more.

Mara knelt beside Jan, her eyes still locked on hers. With a slow, deliberate motion, she brought her mouth to Jan’s left foot, the sheer black tights creating a barrier that only heightened the anticipation. Jan felt the warmth of Mara’s breath against her skin, the gentle pressure of her lips as she began to suck on her big toe. The sensation was exquisite, a mix of pleasure and pain as Mara bit down, that sent shivers through her body. The fabric of the tights was a tantalizing barrier, the pressure from Mara’s mouth and the tension of the ropes around her ankles creating a symphony of sensations that had Jan’s toes curling with need.

Mara’s tongue slid out, tracing the outline of Jan’s toes through the tights, the wetness of her mouth leaving a trail of coldness that made Jan’s skin tingle. She moved to Jan’s other foot, her teeth grazing the arch before taking the toe into her mouth. Jan’s body jerked, the gag muffling her cry of surprise and pleasure. The younger woman’s mouth was a maelstrom of sensation, her teeth nipping and her tongue soothing, a dance that Jan had never before experienced. She could feel her orgasm building, the pressure in her core growing with each movement of Mara’s mouth.

Mara’s foot reached up, caressing Jan’s cheek before moving down to the gag, tracing the strap around her head. Jan’s eyes searched Mara’s, the question in them clear. The redhead looked up, her breath hot against Jan’s feet. “Do you want this?” she whispered. Jan’s nod was urgent, her voice a choked, “Yeff, eave.” She tried to reply through the gag.

With a smirk, Mara leaned back, her foot moving away from Jan’s mouth. Jan felt the loss acutely, the absence of pressure making her desperate for more. The barista took her time, enjoying the power she held over Jan, the way the older woman’s body quivered with need. She reached down with her mouth sucking on Jan’s ties once more, kneading the older woman’s breasts with her bare feet.

Mara’s teeth grazed Jan’s toes through the nylon of her tights, the fabric now damp with Jan’s sweat. Jan’s eyes rolled back, her body responding to the gentle bites and the warmth of Mara’s breath against her skin. The pressure on Jan’s wrists and ankles grew tighter, the velvet ropes a constant reminder of her bondage. She was utterly at the mercy of this young woman, and she loved every second of it.

With a sudden, decisive motion, Mara’s teeth sank into the tights, tearing through the sheer material like it was nothing more than a cobweb. Jan gasped around the gag, the feeling of the fabric giving way sending a jolt of pleasure through her. The coolness of the air hit her bare skin, and she could feel the wetness of her arousal as the material fell away, exposing her naked feet to the room.

Mara’s tongue flicked out, tracing the arch of Jan’s foot with a hunger that Jan had never seen in anyone else’s eyes. Jan’s eyes rolled back, her body arching as the younger woman’s mouth closed around her big toe, sucking hard. The sensation was electric, the warm wetness of Mara’s mouth sending shockwaves through Jan’s body. She had never felt so alive, so desired.

Mara’s tongue slithered between Jan’s toes, the wetness of her mouth slipping over Jan’s skin, making her squirm. Jan’s eyes remained locked on Mara, the gag in her mouth doing nothing to diminish the communication between them. The redhead’s eyes were filled with a fiery passion that Jan had never seen before, and she felt her own desire matching it, beat for beat.

With a gentle tug, Mara’s teeth released Jan’s toe, and she began to lick her way up Jan’s legs. The sensation was intoxicating, the contrast between the softness of her tongue and the roughness of Jan’s tights creating a symphony of pleasure. Jan’s breath grew shallower with each stroke, her body arching towards Mara’s mouth as if trying to absorb more of her touch.

Mara’s tongue reached the top of Jan’s tights, tracing the elastic that was cutting into her skin, taunting the hidden flesh beneath. Jan’s eyes begged for more, her legs straining against the velvet ropes that bound her. The young barista’s eyes gleamed with mischief as she slid her tongue along the seam of Jan’s tights, tracing the line of Jan’s panties that lay hidden beneath.

The sensation was maddening, a delicate tease that had Jan’s hips bucking upwards, seeking more contact. The room was a symphony of sighs and moans, the only sound that of the rain beating against the window and the occasional gagged moan, the velvet ropes digging into Jan’s limbs. Mara’s tongue dipped lower, tasting the dampness that had gathered at the top of Jan’s thighs. Jan’s bound hands clenched into fists, the fabric of the couch cushion beneath her palms whispering with each movement.

With a wicked smile, Mara’s teeth sank into the waistband of Jan’s tights, the fabric giving way with a soft rip as she pulled her head away. Jan’s breath caught in her throat, the anticipation unbearable. The younger woman’s eyes locked Jan’s, her gaze filled with a hunger that was both terrifying and thrilling. The sound of the tights tearing grew louder, the fabric peeling away from Jan’s skin like a second layer of skin being shed.

The coolness of the room hit Jan’s exposed flesh, the air feeling like a caress against her sensitive skin. Mara’s mouth moved up Jan’s body, the wetness of her tongue leaving a trail of heat in its wake. Jan’s eyes remained on hers, the gag in her mouth doing nothing to muffle the desperate need that was building inside her.

With a flick of her teeth, Mara pulled at Jan’s lacy black panties, the fabric stretching and then giving way with a soft rip. Jan’s hips bucked involuntarily, her body betraying the depth of her arousal. The younger woman’s eyes never left Jan’s, her teeth now sinking into the elastic waistband of the panties. Jan felt a mix of fear and excitement as the fabric began to slide down her legs, the velvet ropes around her knees ankles preventing any escape.

Mara’s teeth continued to tug, the fabric catching briefly on Jan’s thighs before sliding down to her knees, leaving Jan almost completely bare, besides the ropes the only clothing remaining on her were shreds of sheer black nylon around her shins. The redhead’s gaze raked over Jan’s exposed skin, her eyes dark with desire. Jan’s pussy was slick with need, the anticipation of Mara’s touch driving her wild. The rain outside had become a cacophony, the thunder drowning out the sound of Jan’s muffled whimpers.

Mara straddled Jan’s legs her chin resting oh her pelvis. She locked eyes with Jan. “Do you really want this?”

The words were a whisper in the storm’s crescendo. Jan nodded, her eyes pleading, and Mara felt Jan’s legs quiver under her. The gag in Jan’s mouth turned her cries into a symphony of muffled sounds that filled the room. Mara’s heart raced with excitement, her own breaths quickening as she realized the depth of Jan’s submission.

Her small breasts rubbing in the older woman’s naked thighs, her nipples hard, Mara’s tongue began to trace its way up Jan’s slit, probing deeper as the curly hair tickled her nose.

[Niceandtight31]

Lovely story,I also have a thing for women with tattoos so I definitely understand the attraction

[Theo73]

You're a really talented writer, really expressive, you skillfully convey passion and desire. It's a great story.