Stories of Tie Up Games

Jan, a 36-year-old blonde with a figure that could make a saint sinful, hummed a catchy tune as she meticulously organized her store. Each shelf sparkled with lace and silk, whispering tantalizing promises to the passing shadows. Her eyes danced over the delicate garments, a knowing smile playing on her lips as she rearranged the displays. The shop, a bastion of feminine allure, catered to the secret desires of women from 18 to 80, offering a sanctuary of sensuality in a world often too harsh and unforgiving.

The bell over the door chimed, and Jan looked up, her heart quickening. A new customer had arrived. She recognized the woman from previous visits; young, nervous, and always alone. Jan greeted her warmly, her voice a siren's call in the velvet-covered walls. "Welcome back, darling. Is there anything in particular you're looking for today?" The customer's eyes darted around the room, landing on a crimson corset that seemed to pulse with the heartbeat of desire. Jan stepped closer, her hips swaying to the unheard rhythm of seduction. "That's a popular choice," she said, her voice dropping to a purr. "It's like a second skin, a declaration of war against inhibition."

The young woman's cheeks flushed as she reached out to touch the fabric. Jan could see the yearning in her eyes, the unspoken curiosity. She knew this was the moment to introduce the basement, the secret playground where the truly adventurous came to unleash their inner vixens. "But," Jan continued, "if you're feeling particularly daring, I have something downstairs that might tickle your fancy." She led the customer to the back of the store, her hand lingering on the worn wooden banister as they descended the stairs. The air grew thicker with anticipation, the scent of leather and something else, something primal, wafting up from below.

In the dimly lit basement, Jan unlocked the door to the try-out room with a dramatic flourish. Inside, Susan and Danny, a young married couple, were bound and gagged. Their naked bodies glistened with sweat, their eyes wide with fear and arousal. Jan had found them in a seedy bar, desperate for money and willing to indulge in her peculiar brand of entertainment. She had promised them freedom, but only after they had served their purpose. The customer's eyes widened in shock, but Jan saw the flicker of excitement. She stepped closer, her voice a seductive whisper. "Would you like to try something... more interactive?"

Susan squirmed against her restraints, her breasts heaving as she whimpered through the gag. Danny's eyes were filled with a mix of terror and desire, his erection straining against the ropes that held him in place. Jan ignored their plight, focusing instead on the customer's reaction. She watched as the young woman's hand moved to her own throat, her pupils dilating. "This is where the real fun begins," Jan said, her eyes gleaming. "You can touch, taste, explore... Whatever you want. They're all yours."

The customer took a tentative step forward, her hand trembling as she reached out to trace the outline of Susan's breast harness. The fabric was warm and slightly damp, a testament to the woman's fear and the excitement the couple had endured all day. Jan's smile grew wider as she observed the transformation, the innocence peeling away like a snake shedding its skin. She knew the allure of power was a potent aphrodisiac, and she had no qualms about using it to her advantage. "Go ahead," Jan urged. "They won't bite. Unless, of course, you want me. to take their gags out.."

The young woman's hand grew bolder, her fingertips brushing against Susan's nipple, causing the bound woman to gasp muffledly. Danny's eyes rolled back in his head, his body jerking with every touch. The air was electric, charged with the anticipation of the unspeakable. Jan felt a thrill of pleasure at the sight of the couple's vulnerability, a reminder of her own power and control. She had meticulously chosen Susan and Danny for their youth and beauty, a living, breathing testament to the desires that her clientele paid handsomely to explore.

The customer's breathing grew shallower as she stepped closer to Danny, his cock standing at attention despite his predicament. Jan handed her a velvet-covered feather tickler, a twinkle of mischief in her eyes. "Why don't you start with this?" she suggested, her voice a sultry whisper. "It's perfect for teasing, for building the tension before you decide how far you want to go." The young woman took the feather, her eyes never leaving Danny's. She began to run it along the contours of his abs, watching his body react to the gentle strokes. His muscles tightened, his breathing grew ragged, and Jan knew that the couple's suffering was only just beginning.

Susan watched with a mix of envy and despair as the feather danced across her husband's body. Her own nipples were stiff with need, the metal clamps biting into her tender flesh. She wished she could scream out for release, but the gag muffled any sound she could make. Jan noticed the longing in her eyes and stepped over, tracing the line of the gag with a fingertip. "Would you like to play too?" she murmured, her voice thick with innuendo. Susan nodded frantically, her eyes pleading. Jan's smile grew colder. "Perhaps later," she said, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "For now, just watch and learn."

The young customer's eyes wandered from Danny to Jan, curiosity and lust warring within her. Jan leaned in closer, her breasts brushing against the customer's arm. "You can do anything you want to them," she murmured, her voice a siren's call. "They're here for your pleasure." The customer's hand hovered over Susan's exposed skin, the feather forgotten. Jan took the opportunity to slip away, leaving the three of them in the dimly lit room. She knew the couple's fate was sealed, and she reveled in the power she held over them.

Fantastic start and build up. Setting the scene in beautiful detail and I can't wait for the next part.

I can't help but feel I'd like to be a 'guest' at Jan's store.

Reidy wrote: 1 month ago I can't help but feel I'd like to be a 'guest' at Jan's store.

I had thought the same thing

Reidy wrote: 1 month ago I can't help but feel I'd like to be a 'guest' at Jan's store.

Make that 3 of us!

I wish such a store would exist where i live. Alyway very nice Story hope it will be continued.

The young woman's touch grew bolder, her tentative strokes becoming more confident as she explored Susan's bound form. The older woman watched, her breath hitching as the feather danced around her nipples, sending waves of pleasure and pain crashing through her body. The room was a symphony of quiet gasps and muffled moans, punctuated by the occasional slap of leather on flesh. Jan had taught Susan and Danny well; they knew how to perform for an audience, how to make every touch, every bite of pain, into a show of erotic theatre that would leave the customers begging for more. Well it was partly Jan’s training, partly the sheer feeling of utter helplessness the miserable couple were forced to endure under Jan’s regime.

Jan stepped back into the shadows, her eyes glinting with sadistic satisfaction as she observed the scene unfolding before her. She had always loved the power dynamics that played out in her little dungeon, the way that pain and pleasure could blur into something so utterly delicious. She watched as the customer's hand grew more insistent, her strokes more forceful. Susan's eyes rolled back in her head, a silent scream of ecstasy trapped behind the gag. The sight of Susan's submission was intoxicating, and Jan felt a familiar warmth spread through her core.

Danny's restrained body quivered as he watched his wife's torment, his cock straining against the ropes that bound him. Jan knew he was torn between the humiliation of his own impotence and the carnality of watching another woman touch his wife so intimately. It was a heady mix, and Jan reveled in the knowledge that she had orchestrated it all. She slid her hand down her own body, her fingertips tracing the edge of her panties as she took in the sight before her. The room was alive with the unspoken desires of the three figures, each playing their part in a dance as old as time.

But business was business, and Jan had an empire to run. She stepped away from the scene, her heels clicking against the cold concrete as she ascended the stairs. The bell over the shop door chimed again, signaling the arrival of another eager patron. Jan smoothed her hair and straightened her posture, the cool air of the main floor a stark contrast to the heat of the basement. She took a deep breath, savoring the sweet scent of desire that lingered in the air, and stepped into the bright lights of the store.

Several customers came and went, some made purchases, some were happy, and a little shocked, to browse. After an hour or so the young woman came up from the basement, her face red and sounding somewhat short of breath. She immediately purchased a tickler, a large selection of handcuffs, two ball gags and a set of nipple clamps. “Another satisfied customer.” Thiught Jan. “the “models” in the basement. We’re certainly a smart investment.”

A middle-aged woman with a bobbed haircut and a knowing smile perused the shelves, her eyes lingering on the more risque items. Jan recognized her as a regular, someone who knew exactly what she wanted and wasn't afraid to ask for it. She greeted the woman with a warm smile, her mind already racing with the possibilities of what this encounter could hold. "Welcome back," Jan said. "Is there anything special you're looking for tonight?"

The customer looked up, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I've heard whispers about your basement," she said, her voice low and sultry.

Jan's smile grew, a silent acknowledgment of the woman's curiosity. "Perhaps it's time for a little demonstration," she murmured, her voice carrying the promise of dark delights.

They descended the stairs together, the air growing denser with every step. The basement was Jan's domain, a place where the line between reality and fantasy blurred. She watched as the woman's gaze took in the bound couple, her eyes widening with excitement. "Choose your weapon," Jan said, gesturing to the wall of whips and paddles. "Or perhaps you'd prefer to choose your victim."

The customer's eyes lit up as she approached Susan, who squirmed in her bonds, naked , her body now adorned with crimson stripes from the earlier attention. "I think I'll start with her," she said, a note of excitement in her voice. Jan nodded, handing her a set of fur-lined handcuffs. "Gentle or rough?"

"I think I'll start gentle," the woman replied, a hint of challenge in her eyes. Jan stepped aside, watching as the customer secured Susan's wrists and ankles to the four corners of a large, steel frame. Susan whimpered as the cold metal bit into her skin, but the anticipation in her eyes never wavered. She was not a pro at this game, but a somewhat willing participant in Jan's twisted dance of desire. If only for the money she and Danny so desperately needed.

The customer took her time, savoring the moment. She traced the leather of the crop against Susan's thigh, watching the goosebumps rise on her skin. Jan felt a twinge of envy, remembering the first time she had wielded the power of domination. The thrill had been like nothing she had ever experienced. Now, it was almost second nature to her, a thrilling performance that never grew old.

With a flick of her wrist, the customer brought the crop down lightly on Susan's ass. The sound echoed in the small room, a sharp crack that made the young woman's body jump. Jan noticed the way Susan's eyes glazed over, her pupils dilating with the mix of pain and pleasure. It was a look Jan knew well, a look that said she was in the right place, doing exactly what she was meant to do.

Danny watched from the corner, his own restraints biting into his skin as he struggled against them. The sight of his wife at the mercy of another woman's whims was an agonizing mix of fear and excitement. His cock was still hard, bobbing with every breath he took. Jan knew he was close to the edge, his own needs forgotten in the face of Susan's plight. She stepped closer to him, her hand brushing over his erection, her thumb circling the tip. "Be patient," she murmured, her voice a sweet promise of release. "Your turn will come."

The customer took Jan's advice to heart, her strokes with the crop growing more confident as she explored Susan's body. She paused, looking up at Jan with a question in her eyes. Jan nodded, a knowing smile playing on her lips. It was time to up the ante. The customer leaned in, her breath hot against Susan's ear. "Ready for more?" she whispered. Susan nodded, a soft moan escaping her gag. The woman's smile grew feral as she brought the crop down harder, the sound of leather meeting flesh filling the room.

Jan - you REALLY must tell us just where this store is! Superb!

I've got Google maps loaded and ready

A really fun story, you have a talent for writing. I would love to chat to you some time if you would like

This is incredible and beautiful writing. I feel like I'm right there and feeling all of the intensity. And I like your use of language like the yearning in the customer's eye and innocence peeling away.

This is really well written work, sensual and descriptive.