Lisa's Shopping Trip

by Amy Flanagan

Lisa wandered slowly around the floor of the boutique, taking her time as she looked thoroughly over all the lingerie on display. It was a really beautiful day, warm and sunny, and so Lisa had decided to give herself the day off work. She was in the mood to give herself a special treat, and so she had gone to one of her favourite shops, a small shop that specialised in women's intimate apparel. What made this shop so special was its large collection of old-fashioned lingerie: corsets, girdles, ankle-length slips, high-waisted panties and the like, everything from the Victorian era up through the 50s to today. It was hard to find places that carried so much lingerie in this style, and it was Lisa's secret passion. Something about the old-fashioned lingerie made her feel incredibly sexy. Sometimes at home she would dress up in a corset, stockings, suspenders, a thong and stilettos, spend a good few minutes looking at herself in her full-length mirror, twisting and turning to see every angle, and then - well, that would be telling!

"Can I help you, madam?" called the saleswoman from behind the counter. She was the only person working in the shop and, as it was the middle of the afternoon in the middle of the week, Lisa was the only customer.

"I'm fine, thank you." Lisa replied. Lisa took a moment to glance at the saleswoman. She looked to be about Lisa's age, 23, and was highly attractive, with a slender yet curvy body and chestnut brown hair which curled around her shoulders. Lisa thought she might have seen her working here before, but she couldn't be sure. Lisa let her gaze linger for a few seconds on the woman's neck. She was wearing a large square scarf, folded once into a triangle, draped over her right shoulder, and knotted loosely at the left. The scarf stirred something in the back of Lisa's mind. Lisa was also wearing a scarf; hers was a multi-coloured square which she had tied in a choker band around her neck. Lisa fingered her scarf unconsciously as she looked at the woman, and wondered about her. Was her scarf just an accessory or, like Lisa's, did it hold a special deeper meaning? What secrets did that lovely saleswoman have? Lisa began to let her mind delve into the possibilities. With the two scarves, and all this lingerie, they could -

Lisa caught herself. This shop was scarcely the place for that, and she had no idea if the girl could or would want to enter her fantasies. She could indulge herself when she got home. Right now, it was time to make her choices. Lisa selected a number of items and took them to the counter. She would have liked to buy all of them, but she had strictly told herself that she could only afford one item today. The saleswoman smiled and led her to the dressing rooms at the rear of the shop. Lisa chose one and let herself in, then set her packages down and began to undress.

In a matter of moments she had stripped off to her snow-white silk panties, bought last time she was here. Then she picked out the first item to try on. It was an old-fashioned girdle, 50s style, in black satin. She shimmied into the tight-fitting item and adjusted it around her waist and hips, checking herself out in the full-length mirror. She certainly didn't need a garment to make her look slimmer, but she loved the way it hugged her body tightly. Other women might have found it uncomfortable, but Lisa liked to wear garments like that under her normal clothes as she went about her day, knowing that no one knew that she was indulging her secret passion. It made her feel just a little bit naughty.

Lisa picked up the second girdle, this one ivory instead of black. She started to pull the first one off, and then paused. It was quite fiddly to get them on and off, and she wasn't sure which one she would like better. Once she tried this one on, she knew she would probably want to see herself in the other one again, then this one, and so on. It would amount to a lot of effort to keep taking the girdles on and off. Lisa hesitated, looked at herself in the mirror for a moment, and then began to pull the second girdle on over the first. Naturally, it was a tight fit, and Lisa had to suck in her breath to get the second one on much further, but finally she got it in place. Lisa looked at herself in the mirror again, turning this way and that. Wearing both was a bit uncomfortable, but it also felt nice and snug, much more than just wearing one. She idly toyed with the notion of buying them both, and then discarded it. They were far from cheap, and she still had other things to try on. If only she could decide which one she liked better.

Suddenly, the dressing room curtain flew open, and Lisa barely had time to register what was going on, much less react, before a hand was clamped firmly over her mouth. She let out a stifled cry as the hand was removed and a pair of balled-up satin panties was pushed into her mouth. Lisa gasped and began to cough as the panties were shoved roughly into her mouth, triggering her gag reflex. As she struggled to regain her composure, she felt herself being turned and roughly shoved up against the wall. Lisa's wrists were grabbed and yanked painfully behind her back, and then she felt a pair of stockings being wrapped around them. Her wrists were bound together tightly behind her back, the nylon stockings cutting harshly into her wrists. Then Lisa was turned back around again, and she got a look at her assailant.

"Mmppmh gmmphh!" Lisa cried into her gag as she looked into the bright blue eyes of the saleswoman. The woman said nothing as she clamped one hand over Lisa's mouth again, and grabbed her wrists with the other. Lisa felt herself being pushed forward towards the curtain, and she had no choice but to move. Lisa's mind spun wildly as she tried to come to grips with what was going on. This was absolutely crazy!

The saleswoman led Lisa through a doorway into the storeroom. Then she was pushed roughly down onto the carpeted floor. Lisa let out a strangled yelp from her gagged mouth as she was forced down onto her stomach. The saleswoman knelt above her, straddling her waist, and Lisa felt the woman grab her chin and lift her head. She squeezed, and as Lisa's mouth reluctantly opened the saleswoman savagely thrust another pair of panties into her mouth. Lisa began to cough and gasp again as the packing was worked roughly into her mouth, and tears began to roll down her cheeks. The woman pushed and prodded the satin into every corner of her mouth, filling her cheeks to bursting point and pressing her tongue down. She felt her cheeks bulge and strain as the saleswoman shoved the satin in ever deeper, and it was all Lisa could do to keep from choking. By the time the woman was finished, Lisa's mouth had been jacked wide open and every corner of her mouth filled with satin.

Lisa lowered her head and took in deep breaths through her nose as the woman halted her assault on Lisa's mouth. It was all she could do to maintain any sort of composure, much less try to understand what was happening to her. Just as she had caught her breath, she felt her head being yanked upward again. The woman had taken off Lisa's scarf and rolled it into a thick band, and was now pulling it firmly into Lisa's mouth. Lisa cried out as loudly as she could, though most of it was absorbed by the panties crammed into her mouth, as the scarf was knotted tightly behind her head. It bit cruelly into her cheeks, and the knot was painfully tight behind her head. Of course, with all the panties stuffed into her mouth, her jaw had already begun to ache. Lisa tried to shift her tongue to expel the packing, but even without the scarf, the panties were stuffed so thoroughly that it would not have been easy to spit them out. With the scarf pressing tightly into her mouth, it was hopeless.

With Lisa totally gagged, the saleswoman got up and went over to one of the shelves. She came back and knelt beside Lisa again, setting down several cardboard boxes beside her. From the first one, she pulled out a pair of elegant black seamed stockings with lace-trimmed tops. She used one of the pair to bind Lisa's ankles together, and then used the other one to cinch the first. She repeated the process just below Lisa's knees, pulling the stockings so tightly that they bit into her skin and kept her legs pressed together. She then used a third pair on Lisa's wrists, reinforcing the stockings which already bound them together. Then, taking a pair of tights, she tied the legs around the bindings at Lisa's ankles, and then lifted them high into the air.

"Gmmpghh! Hgmmghph!" Lisa cried out into her gag as her ankles were pulled toward her wrists. She felt the woman take the other end of the tights and knot them around her wrist bindings. She was now stringently hogtied and virtually immobilised. The saleswoman wasn't yet finished with her though. Lisa saw her get up and go to one of the hanging racks, where she selected a pair of slips and an ankle-length silk chemise. Straddling Lisa once again, she took the chemise and wound it between Lisa's ankles and wrists before tying it off, adding to the already tight hogtie, and causing Lisa to cry out again.

"Be quiet. We don't want any noise," the woman said, speaking for the first time. Turning to Lisa's head, she took one of the slips and folded it into a band about four inches wide. She pressed the thick band against Lisa's mouth and began to tie it behind her head. Lisa felt the cool silk touch her lips and chin and press tightly against her cheeks, muffling her even further. Lisa squirmed slightly, making a half-hearted attempt to struggle, but all the fight had gone out of her. Anyway, her tight bonds made struggling futile. The saleswoman finished gagging her, and then Lisa's eyes grew wide as she watched her pick up the second slip. The saleswoman folded this one into an even wider band, and then pulled the slip over Lisa's nose and mouth before tying it behind her head. At this point, Lisa's mouth was already so fully stuffed and tightly gagged that the extra layer barely made any difference to the effectiveness of the gag, but by covering her nose it made breathing much more difficult. Lisa found that she had to concentrate closely on breathing, and so could not make any noise. She was well and truly silenced.

With the last part of the gag finished, the saleswoman crouched next to Lisa and rolled her onto her side. Lisa looked up fearfully at her captor, who smiled and pinched one of Lisa's nipples. Lisa cried out in pain, but hardly any sound could escape from behind her heavy muffling gag.

"I have to go back and look after the shop now," she said, standing up. "You just wait quietly and don't go anywhere. I'll return in a couple of hours." With that, she brushed herself off and walked away.  As she left, she turned the lights out, leaving Lisa lying on the floor, bound into immobility and gagged into silence in the dark room.

Lisa lay immobilised on the floor, confused, shocked, and terrified. She had no idea why she had been captured like this, and no idea as to what her captor's future intentions were. Her bindings forced her back to arch into an unnatural position, making it ache, and the stockings binding her wrists, knees and ankles were digging painfully into her skin. She still wore the two girdles that she had been trying on, and now they squeezed her body, making breathing difficult, a difficulty compounded by her gag. Lisa squirmed fitfully on the floor, the carpet rough on her bare skin, as she tried to relieve the strain on her arms and back and find a slightly less uncomfortable position. As she did, she noticed something which she had missed before. The storeroom was behind the dressing rooms, and on the wall facing them was a row of one-way mirrors. Lisa could see clearly into all the dressing rooms, but no-one in those rooms could see her.

As Lisa was absorbing this information, a curtain parted and a young woman entered a dressing room. She looked to be in her early twenties, with long straight blonde hair. Lisa screamed frantically, trying to get the girl's attention, but almost no sound escaped the confines of her gag. Then she began to sputter and cough as the packing in her mouth slid back down her throat. Lisa closed her eyes and breathed in as deeply as she could through her brutal silk slip gag, until she finally regained her composure.

Lisa watched helplessly as the girl began to change in the dressing room. She might as well have been a hundred miles away, for all that Lisa could do to attract her attention. Lisa tried to inch her way to the mirror so that she could tap on it with her feet, but there were boxes piled up around the wall below it, stopping her from getting near the mirror. Instead, Lisa watched in fascination as the pretty girl slipped out of her sweater and miniskirt, and then took off her bra. She was slender, with small but firm breasts and long, graceful legs. Lisa's struggles subsided as she watched the girl put on a pair of old-fashioned, high-waisted panties with matching stockings and a white girdle and bustier. The girl examined herself in the mirror, turning left and right, posing unknowingly for Lisa. Then she stripped down again, only to change into a lacy black Victorian-era corset and suspender belt. Despite her situation, Lisa felt herself getting more and more aroused as she watched the girl in the mirror change from an innocent girl into an alluring seductress.

The shop seemed to be getting quite busy now.  For the rest of the afternoon, a stream of customers went in and out of the dressing rooms. Lisa was treated to the sight of more beautiful women than she could count, trying on every sort of lingerie, while she herself lay just a few feet away, bound and gagged with the very same type of items as they were trying on. Despite her plight, she relished the idea that they were putting on such a great show for her, totally unaware that she was watching their every action.

With each new customer, Lisa felt her arousal build to another level, until it was as unbearable as her torturous bondage. Despite the aching and the pain in her arms and back and jaws and the thick, stifling gag in her mouth and the tight girdles on her body, she found herself hopelessly turned on by her captivity. The tight bonds, the cruel hogtie, and especially the severe gagging all served to work her into a heightened state of arousal. Though she knew she should be terrified by her plight, and the fact that she would be unable to stop the saleswoman doing whatever she wanted to her helpless body when she returned, she couldn't help but revel in her condition. And yet, as much as she was turned on, she couldn't manage to bring herself to orgasm in her position however hard she tried, a fact which left her in a state of frustration greater than any she had previously known. By the time the last customer left the shop, Lisa was drained and exhausted from being perpetually on the edge of a climax yet frustratingly unable to come.

Lisa was snapped out of her reverie as she heard the door to the storeroom open, and she began to tremble as she heard footsteps approach. She saw the saleswoman kneeling down next to her, and then to her surprise she felt her hogtie being released. Lisa felt pain shoot through her body as she stretched out after hours of being bound into a tight arch, and she felt the tension spill out of her back. Lisa felt herself being gently rolled over, and then hands on her shoulder helped her to sit up. The saleswoman knelt before her.

"You like being tied up and gagged and helpless, don't you," the saleswoman said, her eyes twinkling. Lisa blushed and lowered her eyes. "I can see that you like this. It was obvious to me when I saw you in the shop, and I knew I had to do this to you." As the woman spoke, Lisa felt her face burning. She began to squirm in her bonds and whimper through her gag.

"Sh. There, there," said the woman. "No need to struggle. You know this is what you want." She placed her finger on Lisa's gagged lips, and then traced down over her neck, between her breasts, across her stomach, until it came to rest on the now quite damp fabric of her panties.

"See," she said, teasing. "You can't hide even your most secret desires from me. Let's see if I can give you even more of what you want." The woman pulled a box-cutting knife out of her pocket, and Lisa's eyes widened in fear as she opened the blade. The saleswoman reached down to the waistband of her panties, pulled them away from Lisa's hips, and cut right through the panties.  Then she did the same on the other side of Lisa's hips. The air felt cool on her most intimate region as the saleswoman peeled away the moist fabric. She then moved down Lisa's legs, cutting the stockings which bound them together. Lisa moaned through her gag as the saleswoman took her legs and gently spread them apart.

The saleswoman put the knife down, and then reached up to her neck and undid the knot on her scarf. She dangled it in front of Lisa for a moment, and then slowly ran it down the length of her thigh and over her groin and stomach. Lisa's hips squirmed slightly as the silk passed over her body, and she mmmphed softly into her gag. The saleswoman repeated the process several times, running the scarf over her calves and thighs, then over her groin, her stomach and breasts, and then her neck and face. She crawled on top of Lisa, pulling the scarf over her breasts. She bent down and took one of Lisa's nipples in her lips and began to suck gently on it through the silk. The nipple was soon as hard as a bullet. Lisa moaned deeply into her gag as wave after wave of pleasure tingled through every corner of her body.

The saleswoman continued this for a few minutes more, just enough to bring Lisa to the point of climax but not quite enough to tip her over. Then she lifted herself away from Lisa's body, so that she was kneeling above her, her legs straddling Lisa's body. Very slowly, and very deliberately, she began to undress herself. First she unbuttoned her white silk blouse, revealing a lace-trimmed bra of snow white satin. She then slipped off her miniskirt, unveiling a matching pair of panties and suspender belt. Her eyes fixed on Lisa, she reached around and unclasped her bra, pulling it slowly away from her to reveal her firm, soft breasts. She picked up the scarf that she had left draped over Lisa's body and brought it to her breasts. She rubbed and gently pinched Lisa's nipples through the silk, and then she closed her eyes and rubbed the scarf over her own face. Then she smiled, opened her eyes, and folded the scarf into a thick band.

"I think you've seen quite enough for the moment," she said, smiling, as she tied the scarf over Lisa's eyes, blindfolding her. She then slid down the length of Lisa's body, stopping at her breasts to lick and suck at them gently, eliciting a gagged moan from her captive. She then picked up one of the discarded silk slips and began to rub it gently over Lisa's crotch.

"That feels really good, doesn't it" she cooed. She took the slip in her hand and tied a knot in its centre, then took it by each end and lowered the knot down onto Lisa's crotch. She pushed the knot downward, and Lisa instantly responded by thrusting her hips upward and rubbing against the silk. The saleswoman rubbed the slip back and forth slowly over Lisa's clit, applying just enough pressure to increase her arousal without letting her come. Lisa thrust her hips frantically at the silk, desperately trying to get release after so many hours, while she moaned loudly into her gag. Finally, just as Lisa thought she would go mad from frustration, the saleswoman tossed the slip aside and whispered into Lisa's ear.

"Are you ready to come now?" she asked. Lisa nodded her head weakly in assent. The next thing she felt was a tongue plunge deep into her. Lisa moaned loudly into her gag as she felt herself being probed and licked. The saleswoman's tongue played deftly around Lisa's clit, expertly working her into a frenzy. Heat was being forced into Lisa, heat and pleasure; she felt her body rising, catching fire and climbing into a sexual vortex. Lisa's hips began to buck wildly, and she tossed her head from side to side, biting down fiercely again and again on the panties in her mouth as her captor brought her to the brink of climax.

And then finally, all her pent up emotions and desires of the day reached their breaking point and exploded out of her in a torrent of ecstasy as her orgasm erupted out of the core of her body. Never had she known such sensations. Her head felt like a star exploding. She screamed into her gag as the massive orgasmic storm of sensations erupted, her groin blasting out like a volcano. Lisa screamed again as wave after wave of pure pleasure spilled out over her body, a moment frozen in time before the waters receded, draining all the energy out of Lisa and leaving her in a cocoon of warmth and pleasure.

The End?

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