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I walked past the shop's entrance three or four times before I eventually plucked up the courage to walk in. It looked innocent enough from the outside (if you ignored the sign that read Adult Accessories) - a plain black door in the middle with a blue-painted window on either side. Even putting my face right up to the window I couldn't see inside - I only saw the brown eyes, full lips, small nose, rosy cheeks and long brown hair of my reflection. The street that housed it was off the beaten track - it was totally deserted. I took a deep breath, put a hand on the doorknob and pushed.

A little bell above my head rang as I quickly slipped into the shop. It took a couple of seconds for my eyes to get used to the darkness within. The shop was split in two by a counter, behind which stood a girl of about my age who looked up as I entered. In front of the counter were shelves of adult magazines, videos and books while behind the counter was the more interesting merchandise - even though it was gloomy, I could make out sexy underwear, vibrators, handcuffs, gags and some more extreme adult toys.

Apart from the girl behind the counter, the only other soul in the shop was a man of about 50 who was browsing the magazines. He was wearing the long brown trenchcoat that I expected and a few strands of silver hair poked out from under his hat. I walked over to the videos and had a quick look through but wasn't paying attention - I was waiting for the man to leave, since I was too shy to start asking the assistant for the toys I wanted while he was there.

Damn that Jim, I thought to myself, I came in here for him. I wanted it to be a surprise, so I hadn't told him that this was where I'd be shopping today. But now my face was getting redder and redder and I could feel two pairs of eyes on my back. Perhaps I was paranoid.

'That'll be £14.99, sir,' the girl said - I looked round to see that the man was buying a hardback book about making raunchy videos.

The bell above the door rang as he left and I breathed a sigh of relief. I turned towards the counter.

'Can I help you, madame?' the girl asked.

She was petite, with bright blue eyes and short blonde hair. I could see her pert nipples jutting through her white crop top - it wasn't particularly cold in the shop, so I assumed that she enjoyed her job very much.

'Yes,' I smiled, stepping closer, 'I'd like something to surprise my boyfriend with.'

Her face flickered from smile to frown and back to a smile again - it all happened in a fraction of a second, so I wasn't sure what exactly I saw. Perhaps she didn't like the idea of me having a boyfriend. Still, she was smiling now - I had probably imagined it.

'What sort of surprise?'

'The works,' I blushed, thinking back to when he had revealed his greatest fantasy to me, 'I want to be wearing the sexiest of underwear and bound helpless for his pleasure.'

There, I said it. And I didn't feel at all uncomfortable about it, either. Her smile grew as she looked me up and down. I was taller than she and wearing my business clothes underneath my coat. I began to wonder if she preferred women to men.

'Sounds like fun,' she grinned, 'I think you'll need the special Adult Accessories makeover.'

She stepped out from behind the counter and crossed to the door. I saw that she was wearing cut-off jeans that showed a quarter of each buttock, white socks and trainers - her tanned body contrasted very well with her light-coloured clothes. She bolted the door and turned the Open/Closed sign around.

'What are you doing?' I asked.

'We'll need some privacy - there aren't any changing rooms in here.'

'Okay...'

'Do you have anything specific in mind?'

'Not really.'

'Do you know anything about self-bondage?'

'Nothing.'

'Okay, let me demonstrate. Take a seat.'

She led me behind the counter where there was a stool to sit on, between two rows of adult toys. I watched as she stood next to an array of whips and began to talk.

'Self-bondage is usually designed to give you intense pleasure until the time comes for you to release yourself. But, in your case, I think you'll want to prevent yourself from getting too much pleasure until your boyfriend arrives... but you may still want an emergency release system, just in case.'

I nodded as she spoke, taking it all in. It sounded a lot more complicated than I had imagined.

'Personally,' she continued, 'I like to be able to bring myself to the brink of orgasm... but not quite over the edge. At least, not until I've released myself. We have different toys to bind various parts of your body and toys to stimulate other parts of your body.'

I glanced towards the shelf of vibrators. I knew what she meant.

'Not just those... what did you say your name was?' she asked.

'I didn't,' I replied, 'Angela.'

'Pleased to meet you,' she grinned, 'I'm Sophie. As I was saying, the toys on that shelf sometimes provide too much stimulation. I sometimes go for a little less... for example, a simple pair of handcuffs.'

She held up a pair of handcuffs, the type that I'd seen on many a police show. They looked good from the restraint point of view, but I couldn't see how they could be stimulating.

'You may be wondering how these can be stimulating. Observe.'

She reached behind her, her fingers going down the back of her cut-offs to retrieve the back of her thong g-string - she quickly threaded the cuffs through until they were hanging by the chain from her underwear. I smiled as she quickly handcuffed her wrists. For some reason, I was beginning to feel rather aroused.

'Now,' she smiled, 'as I struggle, I pull on my underwear... and it feels rather nice.'

Her nipples were now very obviously erect and I could feel my own begin to harden - just as well I was wearing so many clothes, so she didn't notice. She struggled, pulling at the handcuffs and seeming to enjoy herself a great deal. It was then that I realised that I wanted to touch her... I wanted to brush my hand against her hard nipples, stroke her cheek, kiss her lips... What was wrong with me? I had a boyfriend. I wasn't a lesbian. So why did I want to see her naked?

'Angela?'

She derailed my train of thought, and I quickly thought back to what she had said while I had been thinking. Something about keys. I looked at the counter behind me and saw a small keyring populated with numerous keys - I handed it to her and she effortlessly released herself.

'Wow,' I smiled, 'I think you've hit the nail on the head. You seem to know exactly what I want.'

'Good,' she grinned, 'let's sort out what you're going to wear first. Then we can decide how you're going to be bound.'

I looked at the underwear hanging from the walls - most of it was black, and made of rubber or leather. There were a few costumes as well, but it all looked the same to me. I didn't have a clue as to what sort of thing Jim would like.

'What would you recommend?' I asked.

'Well, first things first,' she smiled, 'do you want any areas of your anatomy to be easily accessible?'

'Well... I don't want to be showing off too much... but it would be nice if we can make love without him having to release me.'

I was surprised at myself - discussing such intimate things with this stranger. But she wasn't a complete stranger... my thoughts turned to my out-of-character desire earlier - what had I been thinking? Perhaps it was the shop, so full of sex, that was putting these strange thoughts into my head.

To take my mind off the subject, I looked at the underwear on display in more detail - teddies, g-strings, bras, babydolls... and then I saw something that I knew Jim would love. A catsuit. Black. Latex.

'Found something you like?' Sophie asked.

'Oh... this catsuit here. But I think it's out of my price range.'

'Try it on.'

'No, I shouldn't...'

'Try it on.'

'Oh... alright, then. Where's the changing room?'

'I'm afraid there aren't any. Anyway, you'll need some help to get into it - it's a bit of a squeeze. But, once on, you'll find that you are surprisingly accessible.'

And there, in the middle of the shop, I began to undress. She took the catsuit off the wall, unzipped it and lightly talced the lining while I removed my coat, shoes, blouse, skirt and tights - I was now standing there in just my boring grey bra and panties.

'Take those off too,' she smiled at me.

I hesitated for a second - and then I decided that she knew best. I quickly removed my bra and panties and added them to my neatly-folded pile of clothes, not at all worried about being naked in the company of this stranger. I sat on the stool again and she handed the catsuit to me - it was a complete suit, from boots to gloves to mask. I pushed my feet into the boots and, with her help, pulled the suit up to my midriff. I then put my hands through the arms and into the gloves and she pulled the zip up at the front - the closing suit squashed my ample breasts in a very agreeable way. Lastly, she pulled the mask over my head - it covered my hair, ears and nose, but left my eyes and mouth free. With a small click, she fastened the bottom of the mask to the top of the zip and I was in.

'You can padlock this catsuit closed, if you want...' she smiled, looking at me admiringly.

I walked towards the back of the shop and admired myself in a small mirror - I looked good. The suit had support in all the right places, and accentuated my curves in a very sexy way. There was even a little pair of latex cat ears at the top of the head.

'That won't be necessary,' I grinned, although it was tempting, 'although I don't understand how this can be accessible.'

'Let me show you,' she said, leading me to the middle of the shop to where many pairs of handcuffs and other restraints were hanging from the wall.

She turned me so I was facing the wall and stood behind me, so close that I could feel her pert breasts pressing against my back. She reached around me and held my wrists firmly - she moved them up towards the wall, where I could see a pair of handcuffs that were not hanging from a hook but actually attached by a metal pin to the brickwork. I didn't say anything as she slowly and confidently closed the handcuffs around my wrists.

'Are you okay with this?' she asked.

I nodded a reply, not wanting to say anything in case my voice gave away how aroused I was. Her hands moved to my hips and I suddenly realised what a potentially-stupid position I was in - totally helpless, in the hands of a person I had only met a few minutes ago. And as her hands moved up towards my breasts, I realised what a turn-on it was! She cupped my breasts and I could tell that she could feel my rock-hard nipples through the latex. One of her hands moved down my stomach towards my most private of parts and she whispered into my ear - her voice was slightly muffled due to the layer of latex between us.

'As you can see, Angela, you are fairly accessible anyway. But, if I do this...' she reached for the zip and pulled it down past my breasts, 'you suddenly become even more accessible. Observe.'

Her right hand moved inside the catsuit and cupped my left breast, gripping my nipple hard between her fingers. A moan escaped my lips and suddenly I wanted her with a passion - I pressed backwards, my bottom against her, my back against her breasts, my hands flat against the wall to help me. Her other hand unzipped the catsuit as far as it would go and felt the area between my legs, which was already very slick and wet. As she played with my clitoris, my moans got louder and louder and I writhed on her fingers as she pushed them into me. The hand on my breast gripped hard, crushing, at the same moment that two fingers thrust up into my pussy and my whole body shuddered as I came!

It took a few moments for me to get my breath back. In that time, she managed to unlock the handcuffs and lick her fingers dry.

'Perhaps we should continue this upstairs,' she suggested.

The door at the back of the shop led up a dim, narrow flight of stairs to a small, cramped bedsit. All the way, she was removing her clothes and throwing them on the floor and I was struggling to remove my catsuit. By the time we got to her bathroom, we were both naked. She turned to face me and pulled me into the shower with her, holding me close to her with one hand while the other activated the hot water.

I decided to take charge, so I turned her around so she was facing the shower and grabbed a pink flannel, which I quickly soaked with water. I moved her hands above her head and used the flannel to tie them to the curtain rail... now she was mine.

Grabbing a blue flannel, I rubbed the soap into it until I had a good lather going. And then I turned my attention to my body, scrubbing myself from neck to toe while she watched, unable to do anything else. I finished quickly and turned my attention to her, making sure that I concentrated on her breasts, her buttocks and between her legs. But I was too hot and horny to leave it at that.

I threw the flannel to one side and turned her around, gripping her hips firmly as I began to gently lick her nipples. I sucked, licked, bit and teased, and revelled in the moans escaping from her lips, my passion growing as her nipples hardened. She writhed and pulled at the flannel binding her wrists but my hasty knot somehow held. I kissed down her stomach to the soft curls of her pubic hair and her groans increased in volume and frequency.

I parted her soft, wet lips with my fingers and pushed my tongue into her welcoming pussy, exploring deeply, encouraged by her moans of encouragement. I could taste the mixture of water, soap and her love juices as I delved deeper, pressing my face hard against her, my hands now on her buttocks as she wriggled above me - but I wasn't paying attention to her struggles since I was focussed entirely on driving her over the edge. And that I did. Her body bucked on my face as she had a very violent orgasm, even letting out a scream of pleasure. I pulled away, licking my lips, getting to my feet... and her eyes were full of lust.

I reached up and untied the knot and was surprised by her ferocity and passion as she pushed me back against the tiled wall and plunged her tongue deep into my mouth, her hands crushing my breasts and her leg pressing against my nether regions. I returned the kiss with equal passion and soon we were staggering out of the shower and into the bedroom.

'Time for me to resume my job,' she said, pushing me back onto the bed.

'What do you mean?' I asked.

'We have to sort out the position you are going to tie yourself in!' she grinned.

I loved the sound of that. She jumped off the bed and fetched a cardboard box from her wardrobe. I looked on in amazement as she pulled four pairs of handcuffs from it's depths.

'Angela,' she smiled sweetly, 'Do you prefer to be on your front or on your back?'

'Difficult choice...' I said, 'but I think I'd prefer to be tied up on my back.'

'Okay,' she said, attaching a pair of handcuffs to each corner of the bed, 'I think you know what to do. I'd better go and change.'

She jumped off the bed, blew me a kiss and left the room for the shop downstairs. I looked at the handcuffs around the bed and shuddered - I was totally naked, and feeling a little exposed. And if I bound myself like that, I would be even more exposed. And that sounded like it could be rather exciting...

I wandered over to the box and looked inside. There was an interesting array of toys within, but I knew what I was looking for - a shiny red ballgag. I found one easily and pulled it into my mouth, fastening it behind my head. I tried a couple of experimental mumbles into it and giggled when I heard my muffled voice. And then it was time to complete my bondage.

I laid down on my back and took a deep breath. I sat up and quickly attached my left ankle to the bedpost - now I was stuck, since Sophie had the keys. I spread my legs and attached my right ankle to the other post at the foot of the bed. Totally spread, totally exposed to the next person to enter the room. I laid back and attached my left wrist to a post at the head of the bed... and felt a real rush of excitement. I let my free hand trace a line down my body, past my hardening nipples to my moist sex. I so wanted to pleasure myself there and then... but then I'd spoil Sophie's fun. Taking a deep breath, I decided to control my desire - before I could change my mind, I cuffed my right wrist to the bed.

And there I was. In a stranger's bedroom. Naked. Totally helpless. Totally exposed. And very excited. So I waited. And waited. And waited. And wondered if she would ever come back again. I wondered if she had slipped on the stairs on the way down. Or if there had been a break-in downstairs, and even now the burglars were on their way upstairs to see if there was anything worth taking... and then they would find me here. Helpless. And oh so hot and horny!

The door opened, interrupting my little fantasy. Sophie walked in, dressed in black leather and brandishing a whip. My heart raced... and fell when a middle-aged, overweight man entered behind her. I was too shocked to do anything as he looked me up and down.

'Well done, Sophie,' he grinned toothily, 'you've caught another one.'

'I'm expecting double payment for her,' came Sophie's reply.

'It's a deal,' the man continued to grin, 'but now it's time to start her training...'

And all I could do was stare...