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Kim & The Shop part 1 THE SHOP 7 Saturday morning dawned bright and sunny. Kim made a decision upon waking. She quickly got out of bed and ran to the bathroom. After showering and dressing, she got in her car and drove to the nearest hardware store. She quickly found the aisle she was looking for and picked out a package containing a fifty-foot coil of soft nylon rope. Her hands trembled slightly as she handed the cashier the to for her purchase. Kim’s next stop was an novelty and bookstore she had seen on the way to work. She was sure she would find other the other items she decided to purchase that day in the shop. She had to park a block away from the storefront. She walked hesitantly along the sidewalk, unsure now if she was doing the right thing. After pausing at the door to the shop, she took a deep breath and entered. She was surprised at how bright the interior of the shop was. She had expected a seedy, rundown dump, not a clean brightly lit boutique type atmosphere. Embarrassment filled Kim as she selected magazines depicting women in bondage from a rack along the wall next to the door. Glancing furtively around the shop to see if anyone was staring at her, she walked further into the shop. There were clothing racks of provocative attire all around the interior of the shop. Display cases showed toys and novelties along walls. The displays of sex toys soon had Kim excited, her embarrassment gone. Long minutes Kim stood over a glass case that had vibrators and other phalluses displayed inside. She was a bit surprised that that the toys came in so many shapes, sizes and colors. The older, but somehow stately, woman behind the counter came over to Kim and asked if she could be of any help. Her voice, though polite, had a commanding tone to it. The woman was dressed in a scant, black leather dress that came down to mid-thigh and showed ample cleavage over the low-cut neckline. Her Black hair hung loosely over her long neck and then down her back and was speckled with gray flecks here and there. Her coal black eyes seemed to pierce Kim’s mind. Her nametag read simply, ‘MISTRESS’. “Ah, yes. I’d like to buy these ,” Kim answered in a shy manner, her cheeks reddening as she pointed to the items she had chosen. A -inch, flesh-tone, pliable rubber phallus and a -inch, black rubber phallus. Both were battery operated with remote controls. The ‘Mistress’ also set on the counter a leather waist harness. “You will want this harness to secure these in place,” stated the ‘Mistress’ with confidence. Though it was a recommendation by the woman, Kim felt compelled to accept it as a directive. “Thank you. I hadn’t thought of that,” Kim murmured quietly, looking down at the harness and away from the hypnotic black eyes. “Lisa? Come over here.” The woman called out in a commanding tone to another woman across the shop. “Yes Mistress.” Acknowledged the much younger woman named Lisa obediently. As the ‘Mistress’ turned her back momentarily to Kim after hearing Lisa’s acknowledgement, Kim took the opportunity to glance over shoulder at the approaching woman. Lisa looked to be in her very early twenties. Her hair was blonde and worn in a long ponytail. As Lisa got closer, Kim saw Lisa’s deep blue eyes looking to “Mistress” with anticipation. She wore a sheer red skirt and blouse that did nothing to hide the black panties, garter belt and stockings she wore beneath. It was clear she wore no bra. On her feet, she wore red leather pumps with -inch heels. Kim noticed the black leather belt, collar, wrist and ankle bracelets as well. All with silver studs embellishing them. When Kim turned her head back to ‘Mistress’, she saw that the woman had brought out another item. Kim watched as ‘Mistress’ pushed a red rubber ball into Lisa’s mouth. Using a leather strap that passed through the ball, she then buckled the gag tightly in place. While watching this, Kim noticed Lisa’s collar had a nameplate centered in the front of it with her name engraved on it. “Now Lisa, tell us, how much this gag retails for?” ‘Mistress’ asked with a knowing grin on her lips. gurgles came from Lisa’s throat in reply. “See how effective it is?” she asked turning her head to Kim. “Um, yes, I see. I guess I’ll take that also,” Kim answered, again unable to do anything but agree. The stately woman further ‘helped’ Kim pick out a pair of stainless steel police handcuffs and a pair of chrome nipple clips that were connected by a short chrome chain. Kim handed the woman her credit card as payment. The woman waved the still gagged Lisa away and began ringing the sale into the register. Kim was in such a daze that she didn’t look at the total of the purchase as she absent-mindedly signed her name to the credit slip. The sight of the gag in Lisa’s mouth had stirred her emotions and she was eager to return home to try her purchases on herself. “My name is Mistress Inga. I hope you return soon my dear Kim.” The woman stated evenly after finishing the transaction. Kim looked at the woman in surprise when she heard her own name. But the surprise passed as Inga handed Kim back her credit card. Kim didn’t know what to say in reply, her senses were reeling. “Um …Thank you,” was all Kim could manage as she took her bagged purchase from the woman and started for the door. *** Back at home, Kim spent much of the afternoon on her bed, staring into the pages of the bondage magazines she had purchased. Her hands unconsciously moved to her breasts or between her legs depending on the picture she saw in the magazine. Her mind placed her in the pages of the magazine, helpless in the vulnerable positions depicted by the<b> models </font></b>that seemed to be straining against the bonds that wrapped around their bodies. After hours of staring at the pages, she set the magazines aside and rose from the bed. She began undressing slowly, not at all sure if she really wanted to continue with her plan. The front door was locked, all the shades were drawn. The illumination in the room came from the dim bulbs in her bedside lamps. Standing naked beside her bed, Kim shivered. Was it just a chill in the air on her naked skin? On the other hand, was it something else? Could it be excitement, apprehension, fear? Or was it something darker than emotions? With hesitation, she lifted strands of rope that she had cut off the coil earlier. Kim guessed that the strands were about feet long. She sat on the edge of the bed, wrapped of the strands around her right ankle, and knotted it tightly. She tugged at the knot, testing it. Satisfied the knot would hold she wrapped her left ankle the same way. Standing and still unsure of herself, she buckled the waist strap of the leather harness around her. Kim cinched the buckle as tight as she could, inhaling deeply to find the tightest notch in the belt. The second strap of the harness dangled from the back, grazing along her bottom. She reached down to the bed for the gag and squeezed the red rubber ball in her hand. She took a deep breath and placed the ball between her teeth. She instantly detested the taste and smell of the rubber ball. Quickly, before she changed her mind, Kim buckled the strap of the gag tightly behind her head, forcing the straps to dig into her cheeks. Kim now climbed onto the bed and moved to the center of it. She sat down and stretched her legs out wide towards the posts of the bed's footboard. With much difficulty, she reached down and secured her ankles to the bedposts. Her breathing became labored because of the gag and the tightness of the waist strap. Her legs already started to ache at how wide they were stretched. Carefully, she reached over to the nightstand for the -inch phallus and brought it down to her already wet sex. Slowly, she edged the of it into herself. A slight moan started in her throat and escaped the gag. With a steady push, Kim moved the phallus about inches inside her sex. With her free hand, she reached between her legs for the second strap of the harness that she was now lying on. With a pull, she was able to bring it between her legs and attach the bottom of the phallus to it. Kim paused for a moment to steady her breathing. Carefully, she pulled the strap to her waist and threaded it through the buckle on the waist belt. With eyes closed, she debated again whether to stop or continue. Making her mind, she jerked the strap taut, forcing the phallus the rest of the way inside herself. Her nostrils flared at the sudden intrusion deep within her. When finally her breathing calmed, Kim reached for the nightstand another time. She took care lifting the handcuffs, and especially the keys from the nightstand. She had looped the keys onto a thick rubber band and now she stretched the band around her wrist. She closed a cuff on her left wrist, letting the other cuff dangle freely. She left the cuff loose, just tight enough that she couldn't slide her wrist free. A last reach for the nightstand brought the nipple clips to her. With caution, she pinched open the clips and slowly closed them on her excitement hardened nipples. Although she had adjusted the tension on the clips to a minimum, Kim still winced and gasped behind the ball gag as the clips bit into her sensitive flesh. The control box to the vibrating phallus was next to her head. She took it into her right hand and hesitantly moved her arms over her head and through the ornamental bars of the headboard. The dangling cuff clanked on the thick wood of the bars. Just as she was to close the open cuff on her right wrist, she decided the clips on her nipples hurt too much. She started to move her left hand to remove the clips, but froze. She clinched her hand into a fist, locked her eyes closed and bit hard into the rubber ball between her teeth. "I have to leave them on!" she screamed to herself silently. She thrust her left hand back through the bars and quickly locked her right wrist with the open cuff, the chain running behind the sturdy wood bar in the headboard. Kim let her arms go limp as she rested in her bondage. Her legs were drawn wide and taut, the muscles aching from the strain. She wriggled her wrists in the cuffs and with deliberation, squeezed each cuff until the steel pinched into her wrists. Finally, she turned on the remote control and tossed it aside. The rubber phallus hummed to life. It pulsed deep within her. Kim looked at the bedside clock and saw it was o'clock. She decided not to free herself for hour. Until o'clock, no matter what, she would remain in the bondage of her own making. Within fifteen minutes, Kim's excitement built to a fever pitch. She was gasping for air around the ball gag, her head rolling from side to side. Her wrists pulled at the chain that linked the cuffs. She strained her legs against the ropes that spread them wide. She moaned at the soreness of her nipples pinched inside the jaws of the clips. Trying to push herself over the edge, Kim bucked her hips, trying to move the phallus inside her. She arched her back and dug her heels into the mattress, moaning with excitement. With a sharp intake of oxygen through her nose, her orgasm broke over her. She tried to scream her pleasure, but a whine emerged from around the gag. Her body shook with orgasmic spasms, intensifying the pain in her nipples as they moved across her chest. The sensations flooded her body beyond her endurance. With her eyes clenched shut from both pain and ecstasy, her hands grabbed at the key to her cuffs and unlocked her wrists. Immediately after freeing her wrists, Kim removed the clips from her nipples. To her dismay, and agony, the pain increased in her nipples as blood rushed back into the blood vessels in her nipples. The sensation of pins and needles pushed her into another spasm of orgasm. Writhing on the satin sheets, Kim searched for the remote control. Her flailing arms knocked it off the bed and onto the floor. She wailed in frustration, still gasping and trembling from the vibrations deep inside her sex. She franticly pulled at the leather strap that held the phallus in place. It took long minutes before she thought clearly enough to move her fingers to the buckle and longer minutes to finally unbuckle the strap. With a yank Kim pulled the phallus from her sex and fell flat onto the bed breathing heavily. her hands moved. Kim brought her hands to the buckle that held the gag tight. Her fingers tugged at the strap and buckle. She desperately wanted the foul tasting rubber out of her mouth. Her jaw ached as she spit out the red ball. She rested for a moment, before turning her head to the clock. Kim couldn't believe her eyes. The clock read thirty. She had lasted a half-hour. Slowly sitting , she reached down and untied her ankles, leaving the rope tied around the bedposts. Rolling over on the bed, she groped on the floor and found the remote control. She turned off the vibrator with closed eyes. Kim fell asleep sexually sated, but dissatisfied with herself. *** For the second time that day, Kim walked into the Bookstore. When she had wakened from her post-orgasmic nap, a sleep that had no intruders, she decided quickly that she needed advice. She wanted her self-bondage experience to be more realistic, more out of her control, more frightening, and more exciting. The people Kim could think of to turn to were the people here in the shop. She recalled how Mistress Inga had placed the gag on the sales clerk Lisa. Moreover, Kim recalled how Lisa had accepted the foul tasting rubber ball into her mouth with a stoic downward glance. Kim desperately hoped they could help her. It was after o’clock in the evening when Kim entered the shop and noticed that the same women were working. She let out a short sigh of relief about that fact. Kim wasn’t sure if she could voice her needs to either of these women, let alone anyone she hadn’t met before. As Inga walked along the main aisle of the shop, she saw that Inga was helping a choose something from a display of bras and panties. Kim was sure the couldn’t have been much older than eighteen or . She also noticed that all of the selections that Inga was holding had cut outs in all the right places, from a ’s point of view. Lisa, Kim finally noticed, was again modeling assorted bondage restraints for a . Kim couldn’t take her eyes off Lisa when she finally laid eyes on her. Encasing the clerk’s wrists and ankles were wide, leather restraints with metal rings attached to each. A matching leather collar, so wide that it forced her chin to be held high, wrapped her neck. The black leather, Kim noticed, accented Lisa’s red skirt and blouse. Lisa was calmly connecting chains to the rings of each cuff and the collar. The chain between Lisa’s ankles was a mere twelve inches in length, effectively hobbling her if she were to try to walk. A like length of chain connected her wrists. A third length ran from the midpoint of the ankle chain to the midpoint of the wrist chain, then to her collar. A small padlock secured each end of chain to the metal ring of the cuff and collar. The lock also secured the buckle of the cuffs and collar. Without the keys, which Lisa held in her hand, she could not be freed without cutting the leather restraints from her. The audience for Lisa’s modeling was an older, well dressed and bearded gentleman and his apparent companion. The companion was a much younger, but equally well dressed shapely brunette. Kim guessed that the man was in his forties, the woman, her twenties. The man seemed to be the more impressed with the demonstration of the restraints. His companion shifted her feet nervously, apparently unconvinced or uncertain about finding herself placed in the position of the chained sales clerk. Surely with the keys in someone else’s possession. So intent was Kim’s attention on the trio as she moved through the store, especially on Lisa, that she didn’t notice the approach of Inga from behind her until the woman spoke. “It is good to see you again, but I did not expect you to return so soon.” There was no warmth in the woman’s voice. Kim turned her head, taken off guard by the voice, but found no one behind her. Inga had circled the opposite direction that Kim turned her head. Kim turned her body in a complete circle to face Inga again. “Was there something you forgot to purchase earlier?” Inga questioned with a raised eyebrow. Her lips set in a tight half smile. “No … Well, that is I’m not sure,” stammered Kim. She was embarrassed at being caught staring at the chained Lisa, and not sure she could bring herself to voice her problem with the woman that wore the nametag ‘Mistress’. “I noticed you watching Slave Lisa. You seemed engrossed.” Stated Inga coolly. “Oh, no. Now do not be ashamed.” She added as her remarks turned Kim’s face red in embarrassment. “Are you looking for something in the order of those restraints Lisa is showing?” Kim felt that the entire area was dominated by the woman’s presence. Kim felt so small and helpless before her. “Actually, I’m really … What I mean is … What I need is, ah, advice.” Kim had trouble speaking. “I’m not sure why, but … um … what I have, ah, it just doesn’t seem … well … I guess the word would be adequate.” Kim’s voice trembled as she spoke. “First of all, I want you to relax. There is nothing to be nervous or ashamed of here.” Inga spoke coolly, sounding more like a scolding teacher than a helpful salesperson to Kim. Inga turned and started walking toward the rear of the shop. Feeling impelled to do so, Kim followed behind. “The merchandise you purchased, did you use it on another or was it used on you?” Inga continued as she walked. “On me . . . I ah . . . it was used on me . . . I . . .” Kim couldn’t finish the statement. “You used it on yourself.” Kim felt accused by Inga’s correct statement. She could nod as Inga looked back at her over a shoulder. “And it did not feel true?” she asked Kim, or did she tell Kim. Kim couldn’t be sure from the tone of voice. “Excuse me?” was all Kim could think to say in reply. “It was not real enough. You could free yourself too easily. Correct?” Inga’s words sounded like sarcasm to Kim. Kim’s eyes met Inga’s and locked together. She felt relieved that the words had been brought out into the open. “Yes, yes that’s right.” She said almost smiling. From across the store, Lisa called out to Mistress Inga for assistance. Kim saw that Lisa was still chained before the same couple. Inga told Kim to wait and moved away from her across the shop. Kim felt like she had been commanded, and needed to obey.  |
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Dreams to self bondage
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"Kim fell asleep sexually sated, but dissatisfied with herself." awww
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I think I've been to that toy store 
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4/13/2022 5:35 am |
Took me a while to finish reading! Good stuff as always. 
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How man toy stores are still in business after COVID?
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