Crystal and the Fetish Store · Part 1 (1/2)
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Chapter 1 The story
“Have we got time for this now?” Sandra, Bromley Henderson’s wife asked “I thought the guys were coming round later?”
“They are” Bromley replied a little annoyed. “Now let’s start with these panties and your corset” he continued, handing the purple corset to Sandra.
Sandra quickly stepped into the black panties then pulled the corset around her trim body, connected the front busks and manoeuvred the ¼ cups into place under her generous breasts. She then turned with her back to Bromley so he could tighten the laces. He pulled the lace ends taking up the slack before starting at both top and bottom working his way along the individual lacings, pulling on each lace pair before again taking up the slack with the lace ends.
Slowly Sandra’s waist nipped in and her breasts rose as Bromley started over again pulling her waist in further. A third time brought her waist now down to a trim 22” accentuating the flair of her hips. Her breasts now jutted out from the top of the corset, rising and falling with each breath.
“I doesn’t matter how many times I see you in this corset it always raises my pulse, as well as other things!” he smiled.
Bromley handed Sandra a packet containing new seamed black stockings which she carefully she opened before removing the stockings; she always felt there was something sensual about opening the packet and removing the stockings.
She pointed her toe and carefully slid her foot inside and down the first stocking. She eased it up, over her knee, then her thigh; adjusting the seam position as she went before securing it in the first suspender. She made a few final alignment adjustments before engaging the second and third suspenders.
She repeated the process with her other leg, then stood and looked at herself in the mirror; the black stockings contrasting the milky white flesh between the stockings and the black panties.
She turned side on, to take in her profile, her now narrow waist, her breasts prominently displayed and her nipples already stiff from her excitement. Bromley approached with a matching purple single gloves and Sandra placed her hands palms together behind her back ready for it to be slid up her arms.
Straps either side of the glove went under her armpits then back over her shoulders to meet behind her neck. A third central strap was pulled up to meet the other two straps again behind her neck. After a few adjustments Bromley started tightening the laces; as with the corset he took the slack from the loose ends first then started working his way up the lace pairs.
Sandra’s arms slowly became closer, with her elbows only a couple of inches apart after just the first round of tightening. The second round welded her wrists tightly together and her elbows within ½” of each other. The third round of tightening now fused both arms together from fingertip to elbow; her upper arms flaring out to meet her shoulders.
Bromley tied off the laces while Sandra admired herself full face in the mirror, a curvaceous figure looked back; a figure with no arms.
“Now, foot up” Bromley commanded as Sandra lifted her foot and slid it into her black patent 5” heels with a ½” wide ankle strap; this had a metal D ring and allowed the shoes to be locked on.
The second shoe quickly followed but Sandra was a little puzzled as Bromley didn’t slip the padlocks through the rings on the ankle straps.
“Now a little something to keep you quiet” Bromley said as he held up the penis gag. Bromley knew Sandra didn’t like this one; it was so big and almost made her gag. It started to give her bad feelings; Bromley rarely used this one and when he did something heavy normally followed!
He held it to her mouth and she opened her mouth wide and wriggled her head from side to side to accommodate its full depth. Bromley strapped it tightly behind her head forcing it deeper into her mouth than normal. Once he was satisfied it was secure he produced a leather blindfold and buckled it over her eyes so she was now in total darkness.
Finally a 3” posture collar was buckled around Sandra’s slender neck keeping her head erect and further accentuating her bare breasts and prominent nipples
All this is taking so long Sandra thought, I’m sure his friends were due in twenty minutes or so, even if we had a quickie, it would take that long to release me from all this.
“This way” Bromley commanded pulling on the leash he had clipped to the front of the collar; Sandra meekly followed not being able to resist.
“Mind the stairs” Bromley continued as he led Sandra down the stairs. Where is he taking me Sandra thought, his friends will be here soon, what happens if they arrive early? She thought now becoming a little worried.
At the bottom of the stairs Bromley turned Sandra around a couple of times so she was disorientated and didn’t know in which direction or room she was entering. After another few disorientating manoeuvres Sandra was totally lost and when Bromley backed her into the corner of a room she had no idea which room it was.
However the only room that had an empty corner was the hall, Sandra concluded, but why all the turning and twisting?
“Spread your legs” Bromley instructed Sandra spread her legs slightly and felt her panties being pulled to one side and a vibrator being eased into her pussy. Once fully inserted the crotch of her panties was released preventing the vibrator from slipping out. A double length of rope was then fed around her waist; the free ends were fed through the loop next to her spine and pulled tight. The ends then went down between her cheeks before being pulled through between her legs and into her slit; this forced her panties into her slit and the vibrator deeper into her.
Bromley pulled the rope ends up over her clit and then tucked them under the waist rope at the front. “Ok, slide down the wall and sit on the floor” Bromley ordered, Now sitting on the floor with her back into the corner of two walls Sandra felt something being fitted to her right ankle. She then heard a click and assumed it was the padlock being fitted to the ankle strap of her heels; but why now, she thought?
She soon found out why as her ankles were forced apart, a second click was heard from her left ankle and she now found she could no longer bring legs together. Bromley had fitted a spreader bar; this must be his latest piece of bondage equipment.
She then felt a pull on the crotch rope and also her spread ankles being pulled closer to her body. There was a fumbling sound then; trying to push her ankles away from her body she found the pressure on her crotch increase and the vibrator being pushed deeper.
It didn’t take a genius to conclude the crotch rope was now tied to the centre of the spreader bar!
“Now” said Bromley “I’m going to remove your blindfold so you can see the extent of your predicament.”
With the blindfold removed Sandra could see she was not in the hall but in the lounge, behind the sofa. They had a large corner unit sofa, but one with a sweeping rounded corner. This meant that there was a triangular space between the sofa and the corner walls. Bromley had pulled it forward to gain access and he was now pushing back into position thus trapping Sandra in the triangular space.
“Last time the guys came around you really embarrassed me, kicking off in front of them saying I think more of them than you; so this will ensure you don’t do it again. I’m standing against the front of the sofa and I can’t see you nor you see me; so as long as you keep quiet while they are here they won’t know your there.” Bromley explained.
True enough, looking up, all Sandra could see was the ceiling.
“However if you make a noise” Bromley continued “Then they might just look over the back of the sofa and she you bound and gagged with your breasts out on display. They will probably ask what is going on, but I will say you are just a German bondage slut and crave this type of sexual arousal. I might even suggest they fondle your breasts as this is one of your favourite fantasies.”
Sandra was horrified, she knew that she had gone a bit too far last time Bromley’s friends were round, but they had planned to go out together and he ended up watching the game with them. She had got dressed up in a new outfit especially as well.
She heard Bromley leave the room and leave her with the thought of being found bound and gagged, legs spread wide and breast and nipples on display. The other awful thing was that this situation was getting her aroused and she could feel herself becoming wet.
The sound of the door bell brought her out of her trance, the door opened and she heard the sound of Bromley’s coarse friends entering.
“Where’s that German wife of yours, Brom?” one said.
“Yeah… where is Frau Henderson tonight? Not going to come in and tell you off again is she Brom” another commented.
“No, she’s tied up tonight” Bromley said jokingly.
“Yeah hogtied in the cupboard under the stairs I bet” said the one called Jack. Sandra particularly disliked him. She heard the stairs cupboard open and him say “Typical, no hogtied woman” then the door closed.
“Come on Brom, where are the beers? The game starts in ten minutes” Jack said as he slumped down in the corner of the sofa only a foot or so from where Sandra was. A shiver went down her spine and quiver through her pussy as it got slightly wetter.
Bromley returned from the fridge, “The bitch hasn’t bought any beers! I told her specifically to by another four cases, there are only a few in here. Just wait till I see her”
A second shiver ran up Sandra’s spine, she had forgotten, Bromley would be really mad! What would he do to her now?
“Look guys, there are enough beers to keep you going while I go and buy some more. It’ll only take ten to fifteen minutes so I’ll only miss the first five minutes or so.”
“Ok Brom, see you in a while” Jack called out.
Bromley collected his wallet and car keys and headed for the door but just as he was about to open it he turned and ran back up stairs reappearing a few seconds later.
Sandra heard him reach the bottom of the stairs and call out, ‘Women – I’ll make her pay for this’ then the door slammed shut. Almost immediately the vibrator kicked into life; Bromley had gone up to the bedroom to get its remote control unit.
The sudden shock of it bursting into life caused her to make an involuntary “Uuuummmm”
Jack, sitting only a foot a so away said “Did you hear that?”
“What” the others enquired.
“That noise. Sort of a moan or grunt” Jack explained. “Listen”
They all went quiet. Sandra dared not breathe, so all was silent apart from the buzz of the vibrator. Surely they must hear it she thought; but they didn’t. They began talking again and she relaxed slightly and breathed slowly out through her nose.
Then the guys started playing around; Jack snatched the baseball cap off Geoff’s head and threw it to Scott. Geoff made a move towards Scott who threw it back to Jack. Geoff then went towards Jack who promptly threw it to Scott.
Geoff now having seen their play made a sudden movement towards Scott who in his haste threw the cap too high and too hard. It went over Jack’s head hit the wall behind him where it fell onto Sandra.
She jumped as the cap hit her on the head then fell to floor to sit between widely spread legs, immediately in front of her now wet panties. Her heart pumped as she knew someone was bound to reach over the back of the sofa to reach it. She stared at the top of the sofa waiting for a face to appear.
Sure enough a few seconds later Jack’s face appeared.
His eyes opened wide as did his mouth as he gulped the air.
“It… it… it’s Brom’s wife!” he stammered “She’s tied up behind the sofa, breasts out and legs spread wide!”
“Yeah, of course she is” came the reply.
Sandra didn’t know what to do? But what could she do? Her only option was to have her eyes open or close them. She waited, heart thumping at the thought of two more faces appearing over the back of the sofa.
The other two faces appeared with their eyes and mouths as wide as Jack’s.
“Wow, horny bitch, look at those panties they’re soaked! She is lovin’ this” Scott exclaimed.
Sandra tried to look down to avoid their eyes and also to try and see the wet panties but the collar kept her head erect. Her mind raced; what would they do now as Bromley wouldn’t be back for another fifteen minutes.
Written by Mac the Rope
‘Oh, they always do that’ the girl reading the story via the internet thought.
You get to the good part of the story; there is Sandra bound and gagged with her breasts and nipples prominently on display, her legs spread wide showing her soaked panties being leered at by three guys and then it ends and you have to wait for the next instalment.
Chapter 2 The Reply
However the story had really aroused her to the point that she felt she had to reply to the author and tell them how good she thought it was. She began typing:
Dear Mac the Rope
Greetings from Bavaria.
I am called Sandra also and am from Germany. I have just finished reading the latest part of your story and I had to tell how good I thought it was.
I felt as though it was me bound behind the sofa, imagining what Jack and the other two guys would do to me. I hope you write the next part soon.
I am not looking often at this website so perhaps you could tell me when the next part of the story is published.
Yours Sandra
The next day Sandra received a reply from ‘Mac the Rope’ thanking her for the comment and he would indeed mail her when the next part was published.
Some weeks later Sandra received another mail from ‘Mac the Rope’ this time with a link to next part of the story.
After having read it Sandra again mailed ‘Mac the Rope’ to again say how she enjoyed it, how it had been in her mind when she went to bed and how she had brought herself to orgasm imagining she was the ‘Sandra’ in the story.
The flow of mails between the two increased as Sandra explained how she identified with the female character and how she wished that she could experience similar situations.
One particular mail from Mac (as she now called him) gave Sandra butterflies in her stomach and she let out a huge sigh as she read it. The mail said ‘Perhaps you would like to act out some similar scenarios? I will send you instructions by e-mail that you are to follow. Perhaps you would like to think about the idea?’
Sandra sent a mail almost immediately, ‘Dear Mac, I do not need to think about it – let’s do it’
So a virtual relationship developed with Sandra being a remote submissive and being given the slave name Crystal.
Crystal sent Mac photos of all her clothes so he could choose what she wore, to work, to the gym or out with her friends.
After a few months the relationship was ready to move to the next stage and Mac invited Crystal from her home in Bavaria, southern Germany to England to attend a party he was hosting.
Chapter 3 Crystal visits England
Crystal and the Fetish Store · Part 1 (1/2)
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