[en] [slave-girl] Tory Was a Clerk Who Enjoyed Bondage

They were rope marks, that much I knew. Right along her wrists, two braided indentations – whoever it was that had tied her had been thoughtful enough to wrap more than a few coils around her – one coil was too harsh. It bit too much, unless that was what you wanted, the biting and the hurting. I glanced at the little nametag on the Video Mart polo that they all wore. Tory. Probably short for “Victoria”.

– Do you have your Video Mart card? – She barely looked up at me as I pulled out my wallet and looked around for the card, but my eyes were not focused on what my fingers wanted them to see – it was those rope marks that they kept sliding to. Rope marks on a young and pretty woman…
– How did you get those marks, Tory? Was your Master being mean or do you just like things rough? – Tory looked up at me and smiled a dazzling smile, the color rising to her cheeks.
– I was being naughty, I guess. – Then she looked away shyly. – But I do like it rough.

I put my hand over her wrists, locking them together. Her gaze swung around to me and for a moment I could see that she was into it. She caught me looking at her wrists and quickly hid them under the counter. I lay the card on top of the video and she snatched it up – a quick sidelong glance was all she gave me. I was sure that at that moment she wished that the standard Video Mart uniform included long sleeved shirts she sucked in breath and I was delighted that I had a nice view of her chest heaving.

– Do you like your breast tied, Tory? – Her wrists squirmed in mine, and I could see the red creeping down her neck.
– Oh yes. I like them to be wrapped in so much rope that it hurts and then I like. – She stopped and looked down quickly. I squeezed her wrists tighter and she moaned.
– What, Tory? What do you like next? – She glanced at the store but there was no one in hearing distance. Eyes unable to look at me, she leaned forward and whispered:
– I like them to be slapped. – And then she did look up at me, full in the face so that there was no question in either of our minds what she was saying. – Slapped so hard that they hurt for days…

– You are checking out “The Secretary”. – Tory popped the display case open and slipped the DVD inside, the hum of the receipt printer droning out her moans as I clicked the door lock and flicked out the Video Mart sign on the street. The last of the customers had left a few minutes earlier and Tory had already slipped behind the counter and handcuffed her wrists behind her with the set of cuffs that she had in her purse. I knelt down beside her and roughly cupped her breasts, squeezing and playing with the soft mounds of flesh, all the while Tory alternately whimpered and moaned
– That’s four dollars, sir. – Tory ripped the receipt from the printer and slid it and a pen to my side of the counter. Her rope marks were clearly visible and stood out harshly in the neon lit store. – Your return date is the next Tuesday. – Once again, her hands quickly disappeared behind the counter.
– Have you seen it? “The Secretary”? – I signed the receipt and caught her looking at me.

Tory had an apetite for submission

She looked away quickly, tearing the top sheet of the receipt away from the bottom:
– No, no, no, no! – Now her voice was small and tiny, like a child that had misbehaved. I slid my hands beneath her Video Mart skirt and roughly pulled her panties down her hips. I had barely started wrapping her breasts with the ropes that she kept hidden in the stockroom when she decided that she would be vocal.
– Well, that’s OK with me. I have a passion for gagged lips. – At first Tory wasn’t buying into the idea of her panties taped inside her mouth, but what woman does? Wasn’t that a predominantly male fetish.
– No. I haven’t seen it yet. – Without looking at me, she slid the receipt into the fold of the DVD case and turned. – I’ll meet you on the other side of the counter…

Her breasts had started to turn a deep red, but I wanted more of her than the little space behind the counter afforded. She wasn’t heavy, maybe 110 pounds, and she didn’t struggle as I lifted her onto the counter. Good thing the Video Mart had heavy drapes to block out the windows because the sight of a half-naked clerk, bound with starchy white rope and gagged, laying on the counter while a customer methodically roped her legs – well that wouldn’t cut it. She looked up at me, pleading, as I turned her legs into a single squirming thing that would have to be anchored by the “Terminator 3” display at the end of the counter. Dimly I wondered if she could be trusted not to fuss in the back seat or whether I would have to find room in the trunk I walked through the theft detector to pick up my video, but she had already gone, leaving the video alone on the counter. I paused and looked at her back as she waited on the next customer and I knotted the rope from her breasts to her elbows, behind her back.

– I’m going to take you home, video girl. Would you like that? – She nodded her head “yes” and that was all I needed. I would slip her into the back seat in a position that I could reach back and fondle her bound body at the stop lights, and then she would be mine, all mine…
– Sir! – I had my hand on the door, about to walk out into the glaring mid-day sun, when Tory’s voice came from behind me. I turned, my heart missing a beat then I pulled the tape from her lips, and she rolled the wet panties out of her mouth. – Kiss me, Sir, kiss me and hurt me, and tie me, and make me your slave forever. You forgot your video card, Mr. Mitty. – She smiled at me and for the first time I saw her eyes sparkle.

I laughed, taking the card from her outstretched hands, the ones that had the nice, faint, delicate rows of rope marks across her wrists. Our eyes locked and for just that second, we both knew what those marks meant.
– Sorry. I must have been daydreaming. – Her smile peaked. – Have a nice day. Sir.

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