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Roped in
Chapter 1 - Little private thrill
Roped in
Chapter 1 - Little private thrill
The door gave a loud creak and the brass bell rang in the small shop. Magda stood up from behind the counter and smiled as she saw who’d walked in her little secondhand store.
“Hello there!”
“Hi”, Chelsey replied as she weaved her way between the clothes racks. Magda walked to meet her and they kissed briefly. “Nice to see you again.”
“You too”, Magda replied.
“Any new shoes”, Chelsey asked.
Magda chuckled. “Nope, not since you last visited.”
“Bummer”, Chelsey replied, pouting. She headed to the shoe shelves. Like the rest of the store, these were packed as full as they possibly could be with shoes of every size, shape and description. Worn combat boots stood beside a gleaming pair of stilettos, next to a pair of clogs. Chelsey looked through the shelves, more out of habit than of genuine interest. She turned around. “Magda?”
“Yes”, the shopkeeper replied from behind the counter.
“Your new mannequin”, Chelsey said, pointing to a platform in the corner. The small elevated surface had a small, round table and a wooden chair with a plastic mannequin doll sitting on the chair. The mannequin was wearing a bright red long-sleeved dress.
“Like it? I got it the day before yesterday.”
Chelsey cocked her head. “What’s with the face”, she asked, pointing. The bottom of the mannequin’s face was covered with a brightly colored scarf, tied ‘bandit’-style.
Magda walked over to the platform. “Yeah, that. Its face was, well, see for yourself”, she said, pulling the scarf down. The mannequin’s nose was mostly missing and its cheeks and chin were badly gouged. “I’m going to try to fix those one of these days, but I don’t have the time right now, so I thought up this for a quick fix… and ended up doing the same for all the other mannequins, as well”, she said, waving her hand around. Chelsey saw the three other mannequins around the space, each with their faces similarly covered.
Chelsey nodded. “I kinda like the look, to be honest.”
“Yeah, me too. Maybe I’ll let them be like this for a while. I got this one because I’m having a friend of mine come over in a couple of days to get some photos for the website.”
“The posture is a bit… stiff, though”, Chelsey said.
“Yeah, it is… but that’s part of the problem with second hand mannequins. You get what you get”, Magda said, looking at the doll that sat with its legs tightly together and its hands in its lap.
“I see.”
“So, what’s up? You haven’t been around for a few days.”
“Work stuff”, Chelsey said, making a face. “I’ve been tied up at the office most nights last week.”
Magda clapped her hands in mock enthusiasm. “Tied up? Oooh, tell me more. What’s she like?”
Chelsey stuck out her tongue. “I wish.”
“Aah, poor baby. Haven’t had any fun recently?”
“Why do you think I came here?”
Magda wrapped her arms around Chelsey, their noses touching. “Well, now that you mention it, I think there is room in the back for a girl like you…”
Chelsey kissed her. “I bet there is, but I can’t - not now. As much as I’d love to, I have stuff.”
“Bummer. Look, I’m having the photographer over the day after tomorrow. Want to come and watch?”
Chelsey thought for a moment. “Maybe. I’ll call you.”
Magda nodded and hugged Chelsey one last time. “See you, then.”
Chelsey’s phone rang in the early afternoon two days later.
“Chelsey.”
“Look, I’m sorry to disturb, but I’m having a situation here. Any chance you could come over? I really need help and I couldn’t think of anyone else to call”, Magda rattled out, sounding out of breath and frantic.
Chelsey looked at the clock. “My shift ends in an hour…”
“Pleasepleaseplease can’t you come sooner? The photographer is due in an hour or two and I really, really need help before that. Please?”
Chelsey frowned. “What’s happened?”
Magda was silent for a few seconds. “Chelsey, please?”
“Okay. I’ll have to go ask the manager about it. I’ll call you, ok?”
“Thank you”, Magda said, relief plainly audible in her voice.
Twenty minutes later Chelsey pushed open the door to Magda’s store. She found the redhead shopkeeper in the corner of the store. Magda was crouched beside the platform with the table and chair. The floor beside the platform was strewn with mannequin parts. Magda was holding an arm.
“Oh, thankyouthankyouthankyou for coming over. I was just dressing this and…” Magda waved the arm in the air. It was plain for anyone to see that the socket/joint that connected the arm to the mannequin body was cracked.
“Ouch.”
“Tell me about it.” Magda put the arm down on the floor and looked at the mess, shaking her head.
“So, you need help cleaning this up”, Chelsey asked.
Magda shook her head. “No time. Oh, sure, we could get this carnage swept up, but then I’d be stuck with the empty table and chair and we definitely don’t have time to rearrange the whole thing or get one of the other dolls posed in its place… plus I think this is the only one that had legs that could sit.”
Chelsey cocked her head. “So… what exactly did you have in mind, then? Why was it so important for me to come here?”
Magda stood up. She looked at Chelsey, then the table and back at Chelsey. “I hate to even ask, but I’m… I don’t have a lot of options here. Please don’t be mad.”
“Okay…”
Magda took a deep breath. “Could you fill in for the mannequin?”
Chelsey startled, her eyes wide as saucers. “What?”
Magda raised her hands to calm her guest down. “Listen, please! All you have to do is sit there for the photographer. I’ll make sure she won’t take any closeups of you. I’ll dress you up, cover your face, you can get a pair of sunglasses to cover your eyes, nobody will know it’s you… Please, Chelsey. I’ll make it worth your while.”
Chelsey looked at Magda, the wrecked mannequin and the chair, her gaze jumping from one to another. “I don’t know… Aren’t you going to have customers?”
“Yeah, there may be someone coming in, but I’ll keep an eye on you, ok? Please”, Magda said, wrapping her arms around Chelsey. “Please?”
Chelsey held the redhead, pondering the situation. “How would you ‘make it worth my while’, then?”
Magda leaned her face closer to Chelsey’s ear. “Oh, I’m fairly sure I can think of something to make it… interesting…”
Chelsey shivered. She looked at Magda for a few seconds before replying. “Okay. I must be crazy, but okay. I’ll do it. But you have to take care of me, okay?”
“Pinky swear”, Magda replied and hugged Chelsey tightly. “Thank you so much.”
They collected the parts of the wrecked mannequin from the floor and carried them to the back. Madga swept up the dust and debris before joining Chelsey in the back.
“So, what do I do now”, Chelsey asked, standing in the middle of the store room.
“Strip. I’ll go get what you’re going to be wearing”, Magda said and vanished into the store. When she returned, she saw Chelsey standing there in her underwear.
With Magda’s help, Chelsey put on a skirt, blouse and high-heeled, knee-length boots. She pulled on leather gloves and finished with a tan overcoat. Magda stepped back and looked at her. “You know, maybe you should dress like this more often. It becomes you.”
Chelsey looked down at herself. “I feel like my mom”, she said, making a face.
Magda kissed her on the cheek. “Come on, now, you look good. Just the finishing touches”, she said, walking behind Chelsey.
Chelsey looked at her gloved hands. “I’d hate to… MMMPPSHHH?”
Magda stood behind her, one arm wrapped around Chelsey’s chest, the other pushing a wadded-up pair of socks into her mouth. Chelsey tried to turn around, but Magda’s grip held firm.
“Sssshh, lovely. You know I’d never hurt you, right?”
Chelsey, still taken aback by the surprise, managed a nod, but didn’t stop squirming.
“I said I’d make it worth your while… and I thought I’d give you a nice little adventure out of it. Nobody will see anything out of place, but you’ll get to have a little private thrill. If you don’t want to, shake your head and I’ll take the gag out right away. However, I think you’re going to like what I have in mind…”, Magda cooed into Chelsey’s ear.
Chelsey stood still for a few long seconds. She trusted Magda without question, but still… At the same time, whenever the redhead had come up with some naughty thing or another, the results had been very, very, very enjoyable… to say the least. She nodded.
Magda kissed her neck. “Thank you.” The redhead took a scarf and tied it over Chelsey’s mouth to cover her lips before finally covering the bottom of her face with another scarf. Then, as Chelsey watched, she pulled out a length of black rope and tied Chelsey’s wrists together in front of her. Then, smiling naughtily, she took two more scarves and pulled Chelsey’s skirt down. Chelsey yelped as Magda took off her panties as well.
“Ssshhh, dear. You’re going to love this.” As Chelsey watched, Magda tied a long, rolled-up scarf around her waist. Then she tied the other scarf to the waist scarf - and pulled that through Chelsey’s legs, tying the other end to the scarf behind Chelsey’s back. The smooth, soft, warm silk settled right onto Chelsey’s pussy, making her groan with the sensation.
“I thought you’d like that”, Magda said as she stood up, pulling the skirt back up. Then she took Chelsey by the hand. “Come along, now. We don’t have a lot of time before the photographer shows up.”
Magda led Chelsey into the store and to the platform in the corner. She helped the bound woman climb onto the platform and sit down in the chair. She fussed with Chelsey’s clothes for a bit and then produced a few lengths of tan rope. “As much as I’d love to tie you up good and proper, I think my customers wouldn’t really understand if you were too visibly restrained. So, we’ll have to do with this.”
Gagged, Chelsey watched as Magda tied a rope around each arm just above the elbows, binding the arms to the vertical bars of the chair back. She carefully arranged the folds of the coat to conceal the ropes - which did, in fact, blend in with the coat quite well. As minimal as the restraints were, Chelsey could immediately tell she wasn’t going anywhere. Magda wrapped a longer rope around the chair seat and Chelsey’s thighs, threading it through the wrist bindings before knotting the cord underneath the chair seat. This not only kept Chelsey seated, but also trapped her hands to her lap. Magda then raised the hem of Chelsey’s skirt and tied each booted leg to the front legs of the chair with more black rope. She was able to be a bit more thorough here, since the bindings were hidden by the skirt hem. Once she got the last rope tied off, she looked up at Chelsey.
“Comfy?”
Chelsey rolled her eyes, but nodded. ‘What have I gotten myself into…’
Smiling mischievously, Magda slipped her hand up Chelsey’s skirt. The bound woman jumped as she felt the shopkeeper’s fingers brush against the scarf that covered her pussy. Her breath caught as Magda lightly rubbed her fingertips along the scarf.
“You’re already moist…”, the redhead said with a smile. She got up and leaned close to Chelsey’s face. “I think you like this. Am I right?”
Chelsey was torn. Part of her was freaking out, thinking up all the ways this could backfire horribly… but another part, one that was growing more and more vocal by the second, was relishing the restraint and the thrill of the situation. She nodded.
“Just sit tight and enjoy”, Magda said. She stepped back and looked at Chelsey appraisingly. She walked across the store, picked up a large, floppy hat and walked back to where Chelsey sat. She arranged the hat onto Chelsey’s head and nodded. “There. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re a mannequin through and through. I’ll keep an eye on you, okay?”
Magda walked off, leaving Chelsey seated on the platform. She swallowed, trying to calm her nerves. Behind the sunglasses, she could look around a little, but made a point to stay in place… not only because she didn’t want to give anyone any reason to wonder why a supposed mannequin was moving its head, but also because the crotch scarf Magda had tied on her made its devious and delightful presence known the moment she moved the tiniest amount. ‘I’ll get her back for this’, Chelsey fumed, but at the same time she was thrilled with the situation. Never before in her life had she been tied up in full view for everyone to see - and, she had to admit, it was a turn-on. Scary, true, but an even bigger turn-on.
She watched Magda walk around the store, fussing with this and that. The redheaded shopkeeper was obviously nervous. Whether it was because of the upcoming photographer visit or the fact that she’d tied up Chelsey in plain view… who knew. Still, Chelsey had never seen the normally oh-so-very-cool-and-collected Magda this obviously nervous.
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There you go. Any and all feedback is, once again, welcome. I'm planning to post part 2 on Wednesday. Until then.
What I like very much you describe Chelseas Feelings, her fear of being discovered - and the End: Magazin teasing her Mannequin, letting her simmer on low Temperature 
Very well done!