The Bondage Artist

OOC: Looking for some bondagely minded females to join in!
...And as business picks up - some male and female employees with a knack for the craft. Apply within.

IC:

They say 1 in 10 of all new businesses fail by the end of their first year, but Jerry wasn’t going to let that phase him. He’d always been self-assured, bordering on cocky at times - and he’d need that to launch a new venture in a new town. Risky? Yes, but he’d never played it safe.

He leased a storefront on a sidestreet off the town’s main drag with part of the $5000 he’d won at Bally’s craps tables. He’d seen the windfall as a sign, and hoped this gamble would pay off as well.

He told the landlord he was an artist. Hey, one of his clients had used the word - it wasn’t total b.s. And there was artistry to his craft - a beauty to how he chose his medium to suit the needs of his clientele - rope, leather, chains, gauze, duct tape, quick-setting concrete that one time.

Unlike most artists’ spaces though, the windows of Jerry’s "gallery" were blacked out with theatrical textiles. Inside, it was pretty spare. A couch, some armchairs arranged about… a large brass bed, with ornate head and foot boards. He’d installed some tasteful lighting sconces and spotlights and strategically placed hooks and eyes and pulleys strategically into the walls and ceiling. He liked to joke he had a "low overhead."

Today, though, he’d see whether his dream and his gamble were the goldmine he suspected or the boondoggle he feared. The truck pulled up outside with the crane lift and Jerry watched as the workman hoisted his sign into place and affixed it to the facia. There it was between Hendrik’s Dry Cleaners and Java Joynt… A tasteful handpainted sign reading "Show of Restraint."

After he paid the sign guys, his Vegas windfall was down to a few hundred bucks. But all he could do is wait. Curiosity, after all, is a powerful force, and it didn’t take long to attract a visitor.

She was in her mid 30s - attractive, if a little frumpy - her long black hair twisted into a braid. Probably a Mom running some errands, Jerry figured.

"Hi," she said. "Welcome to town."
"Thank you," Jerry said.
"Show of Restraint, huh? What do you do?"
"I’m an artist," he said.
Ms. Black Braid scanned the largely empty room. "What kind of art?" she asked.
"Bondage," he said, as if he did this sort of thing every day (which he pretty much did). "I tie women up."
His visitor blinked a few times. She blushed and backed to the door. "I’m sorry to disturb you." "Good luck," she added as she closed the door behind her.

Jerry watched her through the window in the door, watched her turn and furtively steal a glance back… and another.

Jerry smiled. She’d be back. This was the perfect town for his "art."

He turned the small sign around in his window: OPEN FOR BUSINESS. Walk-Ins Welcome

OOC: would you prefer the frumpy female, or can we create our own 'curious' character?

Any and all comers are welcome...with your own personal preferences. (attractive, but slightly frumpy housewife was just a local curious passer-by with latent bd fantasies... but feel free to play her if that's you.)

Gina, a young housewife, had been on her way to the cleaners when she first saw the sign. She'd stopped and looked at it for a moment, waved at who she guessed must be the owner standing in the doorway, and continued on her way.
Coming out of the cleaners, she saw one of her neighbors just walking away from the stoop of the small shop, and headed back over in that direction herself...a second look wouldn't hurt.
She came to the large sign and read it, taking it in for a moment when she saw the owner again.
"Hello there, neighbor," she said to him. Pulling her eyes from the sign, she came to the doorway.
"Just what is it you do here, anyway?"

blade23 said:

"Just what is it you do here, anyway?"

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"Bondage," Jerry replied quietly, noting two elderly ladies shuffling by on the sidewalk. He held a skein of silk cord he’d been unpacking in his hands, held it out for Gina to examine. "I tie women up. Any type of restraint you like, any style … I do requests… or you can leave it up to me, if you prefer. Would you care to come in and look around?"

She stared wide-eyed, first at him, then at the cord he held out to her.
She held it, running her thumb over the soft line as she took in the thought...

Sudden flashes of her dull life came to her...her dull husband, her dull housework...this could be interesting...different...

She suddenly looked back up, coming out of her reverie at his question.
"I...well...maybe...maybe just a peek..." she uttered softly as he opened the door for her, letting her into the small room.

She looked around, surprised by the scant pieces in the bare room, yet intrigued all the same...

More thoughts came to her, thinking of what happened on that bed...against that wall...
She was absolutely spell-bound by all the new ideas, and, from nowhere, asked him,
"When can we start?"

Ive never joined a thread before, Im interested in yours. Should I just create a character and begin a role?

"When can we start?"

Jerry turned the latch on the door, the bolt slid shut with a CLUNK that resonated through the wide empty space, giving Gina a slight start.

"We can start right now if you'd like," Jerry said, turning the door sign around to read CLOSED. CALL AGAIN.

"I'm Jerry," he said, holding out his hand. Gina offered hers tentatively and Jerry took it, feeling the coolness, the slight tremble that spoke to him of her shyness and excitement.

"Gina," she replied softly.

"Welcome Gina. You're my first customer," he said. "What is it you like? How do you like to be bound, dear?"

Gina blushed and looked nervously away.

"First time, huh? That's okay. Why don't you take a seat... look through my catalog and we can talk about what you might like. Give you an idea of what I do, how much it costs. If you don't see it in there, ask, okay?"

Flustered, maybe regretting her decision now, Gina nodded and took the thick binder from Jerry's strong hands. She sat in an armchair, which, she noted, had steel D clasps screwed onto the armrests and feet.

Gina flipped through the book - a 3-ring binder containing page after page of women in various forms of restraint... rope, chains, leather, stocks... her head felt light but she couldn't deny as she flipped the pages a growing dampness in her crotch.

Jerry watched her cross her legs and went back to unpacking and displaying his inventory. Over a series of hooks in the wall, he slung the silk cord, some smooth white nylon rope, raw, rough sissal cord, electrical cord; then there were the spools of tape - cloth, electrical, duct tape, gauze - ribbons of spandex and cotton and rubberized nylon...

Gina stole a glance up from the catalog, spied the ropes, cuffs and harnesses that Jerry was setting out. She swallowed hard and buried her eyes back in the book.

Jerry stowed the last empty box in a back store room and returned to Gina's side. "See anything you like?" he asked.

"Well I...I don't know..." she soflty muttered.
She was very anxious now, and wanted to kick herself for getting involved in this...
What had she been thinking?
There was housework to be done, groceries to buy...

that's why... she thought.

After looking through the catalog, it all looked so odd, so intriguing, so...exciting.
Never having done it before, she didn't know what she wanted: the simplicity of the ropes and cords attracted her, yet this could be her only chance...maybe she should try something more...

She let out a soft sigh as she worked over what she was doing in her mind, trying to decide what to do...

Maybe since you're new to this...

Gina didn't remember Jerry actually taking her wrist, but she rose from her chair as he guided her up, and now she was standing on her two trembly legs.

"Maybe since you're new to this, we'll start you with something simple, okay?"

Gina bit her lip and nodded.

"It's okay, Gina... you being here." He looked into the young woman's eyes for a moment. "I saw you eyeing the silk cord before, shall we try that?" Jerry asked warmly, trying to reassure his first and only customer, realizing she had half a mind to run out the door and never return.

Again a nod. Gina doubted she could speak if she wanted to.

Jerry crossed to the wall and unspooled a considerable length of the smooth, shiny black cord then cut it with a large scissors he had hanging on a hook. He returned to wear Gina stood, her eyes were fixed on the rope, wondering what the next few minutes would hold for her.

"Do you want to undress yourself or shall I do it?" Jerry asked politely

She looked up, blushing brightly.
"Oh...well...umm.....I-I'll do it m-myself..."

She glanced around the room as though expecting something- whether a changing room or an audience she wasn't sure...

Realizing this was it, her fingers hesitantly fumbled at the buttons of her blouse, having far more difficulty in undoing one than she could remember ever having before.

Finally, all the buttons were undone, and she stood frozen for a moment before taking a deep breath and jumping in, peeling the thin top from her shoulders as he stood, waiting.

"Pardon my manners," Jerry said and brought over a wheeled valet - something you might find in a fancy laundromat with a bar offering a couple of coat hangers, a countertop with a pull-out drawer, even a shoe rack. More of his initial seed money gone, but he thought his customers would appreciate the touch.

"Down to your panties is fine."

Though her cheeks were still flushed, after initially pulling off her blouse the rest of her clothes just seemed to fall away.
In no time, her clothes were pooled around her feet, and she glanced over at him.

"Wh-what do I do now...?" she asked timidly, noticing her heart picking up pace from the anxiety and adrenaline of being stripped in a strange room, in front of a stranger, who was about to do strange things to her...

"The first thing you do is pick up your clothes, young lady," Jerry admonished. I don't think your husband would appreciate you coming home in creased dirty clothes.

Was there playfulness in his chiding or sternness Gina wondered as she stooped to pick up her blouse and skirt and lay them on the cart. Which was she hoping for?

Then Jerry approached her appraisingly like a hairstylist or a painter at a canvas, the rope coiled over his shoulder. He held out his hands. "Give me your hands, dear," he said.

Gina lifted her arms and offered them to him. Jerry crossed her slender wrists in one of his large, strong hands and draped the end of the rope over them. Pulling the cord through a turn, he brought it back around and cinched it firmly in a half-hitch.

There. Her hands were bound. He continued unwinding the coil, crossing the cord so that her hands were tied together by a thick black X. But it was that first moment when she gave herself over to restraint that changed her, that would inform the rest of her life.

Jerry looped and cinched a final knot, a great deal of the original length still in his hands. But now a thin black tether connected the hand-bound Gina to the Bondage Artist.

She watched every motion of his wrist as he tied hers together, the sleek cord gracefully tightening in coils around her thin, pale wrists.
After he finished, she just stood, frozen, staring at her captive wrists...
The initial shock was over.
Now her heart was racing...she was his captive, bound and bare in his little shop...

Her thoughts kept racing through her mind, and she didn't even notice when he started making the next move...

...All she processed was the tug on her wrists as Jerry moved toward the far wall. She hadn't wanted to walk toward the wall, but the coils binding her wrists, the lead that this man held in his hand impelled her to. It was the first of many new sensations, new experiences she was about to discover.

Jerry moved about five feet ahead of her and stopped by a thick black drape that hung from a rod mounted in the wall. Drawing back the curtain, a full length mirror was revealed.. and reflected in it... Gina as she'd never seen herself.

Ooc...

Blade, I'm not going to be around posting this weekend... let's see where we can take it and continue Monday. Okay if I close the thread?

She stared wide-eyed at her reflection.

That can't be me...

But there she was...her slender body standing perfectly still before the glass, her dark hair, released from its usual clip, covering her shoulders in thick waves.

And her wrists...bound together and held by a hand unseen by the mirror.
She was shocked at the spectable she was- though she was nervous and trembling, there was something about herself...something that had changed since the last time she saw herself in mirror that morning.

She kept looking at this new person, so similar to and yet so unlike the Gina she knew, until she was pulled away and into his arms...

ezwriter said:

Blade, I'm not going to be around posting this weekend... let's see where we can take it and continue Monday. Okay if I close the thread?

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sure.

Jerry had drawn her toward him by pulling hand over hand on the silken cord, like a rodeo cowboy roping his calf. And now he drew her close to him. A strange man brushing his fingertips along her bare shoulders. She could do nothing about it... Well, she could...she could tell him to stop... she could kick him in the balls... scream... try to bite him. But she didn't.

"It's strange to see yourself tied up like that, isn't it, Gina," he said. "Like one of the women from the catalog. Strange to feel it too... to cede control like this."

To demonstrate Jerry lifted the cord in one arm and drew Gina's hands up in front of her. Higher now, over her head... higher so she had to rise up on tip toe. "Sometimes people just need someone to take them to a new place. That's where we're going today, Gina. Okay?"

Gina nodded, more forcefully than before. His words made sense to her. He felt him step behind her and draw the cord toward him, bringing her hands behind her head, her elbows pointed straight up... and as she found herself in front of the mirror again, she noted how her straightened back made her breasts jut prominently. But her nipples...what was making them stiffen?

Her heart was racing in her chest as she took in what he said, feeling the truth of his words throughout her captive body...

The experience was so new, so exciting...

She watched his hands as he drew her arms over her head, exposing her fine figure as she stretched upward.

When she again found herself placed before the mirror, staring at the new Gina, it wasn't so strange...she was growing used to this, to seeing herself being positioned and controlled by the stranger now standing behind her, his eyes watching hers in the mirror, occasionally trailing down to take in her form before looking at her reaction again.

This was the escape she needed from the monotony...something she was growing to want...and her body had begun to show it, standing there in the dimly lit room, as she watched in wonder and interest...

"Very nice," Jerry mused taking in Gina's reflection, admiring at once his handiwork, her form and the way his client seemed to be accepting her new role.

"I think we're ready to move on, Gina."

Jerry reached his arm around to wind the end of the rope once around her waist. Looping it and pulling it tight, the knot both held Gina's hands firmly against the center of her back and supported the coil of extra rope. She was now tied just to herself...

With a hand to her shoulder he led the young housewife to a thickly cushioned cot of sort - a cloth covered mattress sitting resting on four wooden legs. Gina observed the legs also were replete with steel D-clasps.

"I think you'll like this, Gina," Jerry said. "It'll get you off you feet anyway." Supporting her waist, the lean but athletically built man guided her down to sitting, then lying flat on her back. His hands grasped her calves and pulled her legs over the edge of the mattress so that her feet dangled to the floor. "Be right back."

Gina lay there, immobile on her back, her hands pinioned behind her head, feeling so vulnerable in just her panties... and yet so exhilirated.

She watched him retrieve a pair of leather cuffs from a drawer and return... then saw him kneel down by her feet. And felt him buckle each of her ankles into a thick leather cuff. And heard the clasp snap shut as he affixed her feet to the legs of the mattress.

She followed his control to the cot, lying down as he positioned her.

Her confidence in the situation took only a minor dip as she felt so vulnerable, pinned to the mattress, bound to herself.

She stared at the low ceiling as he shuffled away, trying to distract herself from the situation and reminding herself this was what she wanted, needed....

She jumped slightly as he grabbed her calves, positioning her the way he wanted her and clasping her ankles in the cuffs, effectively binding her still.

Once it was clear she had limited movement of her own, proven as she lightly squirmed in her new accessories, he moved over her, running a hand on her leg.

She met his eyes at his touch, as it traced up her soft flesh, bringing another fresh sensation with it...was it pleasure?

His hand and his eyes meandered up her prone and helpless body. He felt her eyes on him, moving from his own eyes to the spot on her body he was examining.

She had exquisite skin, nicely toned. Her shyness, manifested by her silence would linger for a while, he knew, but she was already slipping into his possession. He listened with his fingers as he grazed her flesh. Listened to her body yielding to him. Her breathing had become more relaxed. He watched her breasts rise and fall against her rib cage. He noted the slight patch of dampness in her cotton panties.

"Is it okay if I touch you?" Jerry asked, the ridges of his fingerprints grazing the puckered flesh of her nipples. Before she could answer though he brought his index finger upright to her lips, as if to silence her."

"Trick question. It doesn't matter if it's okay with you."

Jerry raised an eyebrow and return his soft, teasing carress to her breasts.

OOC: Gone for the weekend

carry on ... or see you Monday.

EZ