Laura strode into her new place of work. A four-storey sex store, which claimed to supply all interests. She wore a tight, sleeveless, white top. Her nipples mounted on large breasts evidence that she wore no bra. Her black, leather skirt covering the top half of her thigh. Silver 5" heeled knee-high boots adding to her 5' 7" slim figure. Blond hair hanging between her shoulder blades, bound in a pony-tale. Large blue eyes and full lips crowning her appearance. She moved with a confidence, which came from knowing every man here wanted her.

"Hi Josh." Said Laura as she spied her new boss. A well built man in his 40's. Not bad, but too old for her 26 year old tastes.
"Laura. Glad to see you came dressed for work." He replied, openly drinking her in with an appraising gaze. "You can help Jane here in 'Lingerie'. She's over there." He pointed. Laura joined her new co-worker. 

An hour passed. All was going well. Jane and herself were getting on fine and she'd made a few sales. Then Josh appeared from upstairs. 
"Hey Laura. Do us a favour and relieve Harry for break for an hour. Just next floor up, 'Bondage and Fetish'." 
"Eh. I don't know much about that stuff. You sure you want me to run it."
"I've nobody else right now, I'm afraid. You'll be fine, won't she Jane?"
"Yeah Josh." Jane replied, a knowing glint flashed in her eyes, but was missed by Laura.

Laura met Harry at the top of the stairs.
"Can I help you miss?" He inquired.
"You Harry?" 
"For a nice girl like you. Sure, I'm Harry."
"Quit the crap! If your Harry, it's break time, if not, get lost!"
"Ah. Cheers Laura. See you in an hour."
Harry was gone before she could ask any questions about the 'Bondage and Fetish' section.

Laura made a quick tour of the section she was to run for the next hour. The fetish gear seemed a mixture of some interesting fantasy stuff, though not something she considered worth the money or effort, simple foreplay was more to her taste, and some stuff she just didn't understand or didn't want to know about. The bondage section was closer to the latter half of the fetish section in her opinion. Though teasing some helpless hunk did appeal slightly to her, she preferred her men to be able to touch her as she liked.

Laura had place herself firmly behind the cashiers' desk after 5 minutes of Harry's leaving. She had planned to stay there, but within a few minutes a well-built, tall man in his late 20's came up the stairs and approached her. She was at once aware of his presence. He carried a self-confidence, without arrogance, that she found appealing. She knew she wanted him more than he did her. This in itself was enough to set off her ego. How dare he not lust for her while she found interest in his very entrance!

"I was wondering if you could help me." He began.
She felt confident she could despite her ignorance of the stock she was to sell. She would have his interest to do with as she would, and how dare he not see the beauty that she was. That she could want him and he shows no basic sign of interest was unthinkable!
"Of course sir, what seems to be the problem?" She interrupted.
"I was wondering about a few of your products." He continued as if she had not spoke. His manner conveying no offence, which made his slight all the more frustrating.
"Certainly sir. Show me what your interested in seeing."
"Thank you." He responded, and led her to the bondage rope section.

"Which of these would you recommend? I'm looking for soft, but secure." He enquired. Laura felt herself at a loss.
"I'm not really sure."
"Would you mind if I check them?"
"Eh? Sure." She responded. He had picked out a white length of rope before the word formed in her mouth.
"If you would turn around and put your hands behind your back."
"What?"
"So I can check the rope."
"Oh." Unsure what to do, but still very intent on impressing this man she did as he said. He placed her wrists together, right across left, and began to wrap the rope around horizontally first then vertically, then a combination of both until finally knotting it off.
"How does that feel?"
She tested the rope. First trying to separate her wrists, trying to twist them, then moving her bound arms around to the side as much as she could. The sensation was new to her. Her hands tightly secured, but not uncomfortably so.
"Does it chafe?" He insisted into her silence.
"No." She at last volunteered.
"Good. Now if you come this way please."
"But my hands!" She protested.
"Just a moment. I need to see something else." He walked to a shelf a few feet off. 

Laura felt no choice, but to follow. With her wrists bound she found walking a bit odd. She found she was bending forward slightly. As she reached him he removed a large purple collar and leash from the shelf. He immediately fastened it around her neck. With her wrists bound she found herself unable to prevent him, though he was gentle. She attempted to move her head but found the posture collar made it difficult.
"Is it comfortable?"
"It feels strange. I can barely move my head. Now can you take it off and untie me." Her patience was beginning to run thin. Her interest in this charming man was wavering. But as her request had left her lips, she felt the leash go taut and herself taken with it. "What the?" she blurted.

She was brought stumbling along for another few feet. The customer then picked up a something that Laura could not even guess what its use was. I appeared to be a black ball about an inch and a half in diameter connected to an assortment of purple belt like straps.
"What's that?" She asked, her curiosity distracting her from her predicament.
"I'll show you now." He replied.
Just as she was about to speak again he quickly placed the ball in her mouth and immediately began to fasten the strap at the back of her head. His sudden movement surprised Laura. Her scream was all but silenced by the gag. Strong, gentle hands brought a strap that came from either side of her mouth to join at the bridge of her nose and then over her head to be fastened at the back. He then fastened another strap under her chin. Within seconds the ball in her mouth was firmly secured. It prevented her closing her mouth; while the straps prevented her further opening it or ejecting this alien object.

The gag muffled her protests; as she strained against the rope that prevented her from unfastening the harness gag herself. 
"Something's missing." He commented.
She stared at him with rage. Her useless protests grew. Apparently oblivious to her discomfort he took the leash and led her back the way they'd come. He picked up another length of rope and continued on until they reached a section with various lengths of wood with leather straps on the end. He picked up a 2' long one and lead her to one of the building support poles. Putting down the rope and spreader bar he tied the leash up to a notch on pole. Taking the spreader bar he moved behind her and attached it to her left leg. Moving her slim legs apart with his greater strength he soon fastened the second leg. The position forced her skirt to ride up her legs. Taking the rope he wrapped it around her waist. Then after tying it at the front he brought the rope between her legs, looped it to the rope at her back and brought back under her crotch again to the front and tied it off again. This moved her skirt well up her ass and it was obvious now that she wore no underwear.

Laura was now more than aware of how exposed she was. She struggled hard in her bonds, but to no avail. Unsurprisingly this event was drawing something of a crowd. Many just interested in the show, others unsure of whether to help, a few regular shoppers smiled with knowing grins on their faces, ready for the fun to continue. Meanwhile the would-be customer brought out a small stand and placed it near the bound young lady. It contained a soft cane. Not enough to harm, even under the hardest of lashes, but able to give an immediate sting non-the-less.
Above the cane was a sigh in large bold print.

New employee inauguration!
3 lashes per person!
5 additional lashes for every item purchased!

To start things off with 3 quick lashes to her exposed bottom. Laura felt 3 sharp pains in on her cheeks. Each fading after only a second, but each causing her to jump. Her collar prevented her from seeing when the lash would hit. Beads of spittle began to drip down her chin. A near continuous barrage of lashes had Laura move back and forth. This caused the crouch-rope to stimulate her sex. After continuous attention she soon found that even though the lashes were growing fewer she was still rocking to a fro. Laura's soft moaning made it apparent that she was beginning to enjoy herself. The show had attracted customers who would normally avoid the 'Bondage and Fetish' section. More and more gathered around, taking their turn to administer lashes to the increasingly excited lady. The number of lashes began to increase again. She found the lashes soon began to add to her pleasure, each one being associated with increased pleasure to her womanhood. Her passions began to drive her harder. Mindless now of the people watching her beautiful bound body swaying. Her bondage also forgotten. She rocked continuously, faster and faster, a world of ecstasy building inside her. Her moans turning to grunts as she put all her effort into rocking. The lashes had ceased. Customers gathered to watch the display provided. Laura's passion swelled. With a loud moan she came. The orgasm rippling through her. Drool ran freely from her gagged mouth, cum soaking her crotch-rope. 

As she stood there panting, the would-be customer returned. He removed her dripping gag. Her limp head rising to meet his eyes. Josh and Harry arrived behind him.
"Consider yourself part of the team now Laura." Said Josh.
"You bastard." She rasped. But she could not help the grin that imposed her face, nor could she bare malice after the ecstasy she had experienced.
"Easy there lady." He said lightly. "You got it light. Remind me to tell you of my inauguration sometime. Anyway you were the one who let Peter here put you in this predicament." He added pointing to the would-be customer.
"Suppose I'd better untie you." Josh remarked and moved to undo her collar.
 "No." Laura blurted before thinking. Blushing she added. "I don't feel inaugurated yet. Could you put me back as I was?"
The three men grinned and Josh restored the harness gag. Harry took the opportunity to administer 5 quick lashes. Laura yelps, but felt her sex stimulated again.
 

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