The Perils of Petra Part 3 (F/F)

Postby LordNelson » Fri Mar 28, 2014 6:15 pm

Strait to Business

Whenever Petra walked past the rug shop on the way home from work it brought back fond memories. She had enjoyed some good times there with Omar the shopkeeper. He could be an amazing lover when he wasn’t being a dirty rotten kidnapper. The CLOSED sign had been hanging in the window for three weeks now; ever since the day Petra reported him to the police.

Petra was hoping that there would be a clearance sale when it shut down; some of those rugs had good memories for her. Her hopes were dashed the day she walked by and the shop had been cleared out. A large sign said OPENING SOON but didn’t specify what would be opening. Each day there were more and more indications that the shop was being renovated. There was new paint on the outside, new shelves on the inside and piles upon piles of boxes waiting to be unpacked on the floor.

Friday evening after work Petra was on her way to the pub to have a drink or two with her coworkers before going home. There was always the possibility of finding companionship when socializing so she had dressed up for the occasion. She had on her favorite little black dress; sleeveless, low cut sweetheart neckline, tight belted waist and a mid-thigh hemline. She clicked down the cobblestones in a pair of black leather t-strap pumps with three inch heels. She knew that black stockings would have added the final touch but opted for her favorite; bare legs.

When she got as far as the shop she noticed that the sign in the window said NOW OPEN. The sign above the door announced THE JUMBLE SHOP and below that in smaller letters ALL PROCEEDS TO CHARITY. She stopped and a piece of paper was taped to the window.

THE JUMBLE SHOP
All donations are gratefully accepted.
All monies earned go to various local charities.
Please support us.

Petra was curious to see if maybe the rugs had been donated. When she entered the door struck an old fashioned brass bell to announce her entry. A woman looked up from a box she was emptying and said ‘Hello, my name is Penelope. Take a look around and if you need help with anything just ask.’

Petra browsed here and there. There were no rugs in sight but there were plenty of interesting items. Petra had made up her mind that she was going to buy something, just to support the charities, but she had no intention of buying something she didn’t need. She was searching hard when an odd item caught her eye.

She had been to jumble’s before and had seen a lot of unusual things for sale but couldn’t remember ever having seen a pair of handcuffs before. She took a closer look. The clerk wasn’t watching so she picked them up. They were beautiful. They were quite old; the chrome plating had worn off on the inside showing the brass. They were also real cuffs, not those fake ones with the pushbutton to open them, these needed a real key.

Petra was not aware that Penelope was indeed watching her. After many years in retail she knew how to observe her customers. The moment they showed an interest in anything she would move in to make the sale.

Petra knew that they had probably belonged to a veteran police officer and had been used in the line of duty many times but she also had a fanciful notion about them. She really hoped that they had belonged to a loving and adventurous couple who had enjoyed many hours of the pleasures they could bring. She didn’t notice when Penelope walked up to her.

‘Aren’t they pretty’ she said ‘I’ll bet you’re imagining what you husband would look like in them aren’t you.’ Petra put them down and replied ‘I’m not married.’ ‘Then they’re for you?’ Penelope asked with a smile.

When most people are put into an awkward situation they either say nothing or they lie. Petra is in that very small percentage that panics and tells the truth. ‘No, maybe, well yes, I think so’ she stammered ‘I’m not sure.’ Penelope had her now. As an experienced salesperson Penelope knew that once she had a customer in this situation they usually made a purchase just to avoid the embarrassment of looking indecisive. All she had to do now was give Petra a few choices. Giving Petra the opportunity to make the final decision would alleviate her uneasiness.

‘These are the only ones we have on display’ she said ‘but there are all kinds of stuff in the back. Would you like to take a look?’ Petra’s first instinct was to head for the door and never come back but the words “all kinds of stuff” had gotten her attention; just as Penelope knew it would. Petra couldn’t pass up the opportunity to check it out. Petra went into the backroom with her.

‘All this stuff is here by donation’ she told Petra. ‘Often we don’t know what we have until we open the boxes. These boxes were dropped off yesterday and I didn’t know what was in them until this morning.’ The bell rang and Penelope told her ‘Feel free to go through them; I’ll be back in a minute.’

Petra began to open boxes and a shiver of excitement went through her. More handcuffs, shackles, leashes, ball gags, bit gags and ropes filled each box. It looked like the entire contents of someone’s home dungeon. Petra had planned to buy one item and pass it off as a “Halloween prop” to deflect any suspicion that she might be “kinky” but that wasn’t going to work if she offered to buy it all.

The bell rang again as the customer left and Penelope returned. ‘I heard that these people also had stocks, yokes and crosses’ she said ‘but we had no room for stuff that big.’ Petra realized that the look of disappointment on her face had given her away; she had confirmed her “kinkiness”.

The disappointment quickly turned back to excitement as Petra dug through the boxes. Penelope just sat back and waited for the “discovery”. That was the moment when the customer discovered what they wanted most and it would show in their face. Then Penelope would close in for the kill. That moment had come.

Petra opened the last box and the look of amazement on her face told Penelope that it was time to talk. She knew that Petra wanted it but given the unique nature of the gear she was looking at it might take a little push to finish the transaction. ‘Show me what you’ve found’ she said ‘and we can make a deal.’

Petra lifted a straitjacket out of the box and held it up. She had always wanted to try one on to see how it felt and now she had one in her hands. She turned it around. Up the back were five brown leather straps with shiny silver buckles. The sleeve straps and the crotch strap hung down; the buckles jingling like Christmas bells.

Having never seen a real one before Petra didn’t know that this was a fetish jacket. It was made of a soft, stretchy, comfortable Spandex; not the heavy canvas of the institutional ones. Penelope had no experience in selling fetish gear and especially not straitjackets but to her it was just another item of clothing and she knew one thing; if you can get the customer to try it on they will usually buy it.

‘That looks like it would fit you perfectly’ she said in bouncy voice to put Petra at ease ‘why don’t we try it on just to be sure?’ Petra by now had lost all of her inhibitions; Penelope had figured her out and she knew it. She let Penelope take the jacket from her and watched with excitement as she opened the straps.

Penelope held up the jacket and Petra slipped her arms into the sleeves. The moment she realized her hands were now useless she got goose bumps. As Penelope tightened the straps on the back the jacket got tighter and tighter. Then Petra folded her arms across her chest and Penelope took hold of the sleeve straps. She wrapped them around to the back and buckled them together.

Penelope pulled hard on the straps and when Petra gave a little moan of pain she asked ‘Is that too tight?’ ‘No’ replied Petra ‘it’s just right.’ ‘Good’ said Penelope and she tightened it one more hole on the strap. Penelope held up a mirror. Petra turned one way and then the other looking intently at her reflection. The spandex wrapped smoothly and tightly around her curves showing her figure. She looked helpless and sexy. The brass bell rang again. She propped up the mirror against a box for Petra and Penelope excused herself.

Petra was thrilled as she looked at herself. She couldn’t move her arms at all. The jacket was unyielding and yet not uncomfortable at all. She wiggled and twitched but could not loosen it a bit.

The bell rang; Penelope returned and said ‘That customer just gave me a good idea. He said that people on this side of the street could see that I was open but people driving by and people walking on the other side couldn’t. He suggested I do something out front to attract attention.’ She walked over to one of the boxes and then to another until she found what she was looking for. Petra was too distracted by the fun she was having looking at herself to notice what Penelope was doing.

She took something from one of the boxes and moved quickly behind Petra. Before Petra knew it Penelope was pushing a big red ball gag into her mouth. ‘I hope you don’t mind’ she said as she buckled it up ‘but I need to borrow you for a little while my dear. I promise I’ll make it up to you later.’ Once Petra was gagged Penelope moved around to the front to have a look at her. ‘Let’s finish this up’ she said.

She took hold of the crotch strap and passed it between Petra’s legs. Taking hold of it around back with the other hand she pulled up hard on it and buckled it. Petra looked down. While it felt terrific she was a little concerned about how it looked. The strap had hiked up her skirt and her legs were showing right up to her panties. Penelope gave the skirt a little tug on each side, just enough to cover the panties, but leaving the pretty legs showing. ‘You look really good’ she said ‘this should get the shop the attention it needs.’

She reached back into the box and pulled out a black leather blindfold. She strapped it over Petra’s eyes. Then she took a studded collar and put it around her neck and attached a leash. Last of all she shackled Petra’s ankles. The cold rough iron against her ankles felt good. ‘Let’s go for a walk’ she said. She tugged on the leash and Petra wobbled along behind her; the chain on the shackles hobbling her stride.

Penelope stopped and said ‘Take off your shoes before you trip.’ Petra kicked them off and felt the cold floor on her feet. Petra was wondering where they were going as Penelope pulled her along. When she heard the bell over the door she stopped and refused to move; uncertain as to what was happening. Then she realized Penelope was trying to take her outside.

Penelope leaned towards her and whispered into her ear ‘Don’t worry. With all this gear on no one will recognize you. Come give the people a show.’ Gagged, blindfolded and strapped into a straitjacket would not be most people’s idea of a good time but Petra is not most people. The thought of being paraded barefoot and bound in public excited her. She followed Penelope without any further hesitation.

The sidewalk was warm in contrast to the shop floor. As she shuffled along with Penelope the cement got hot whenever they left the shadows. It burned her feet but she wouldn’t have wanted it any other way; it was just another sensation to experience.

Some people ignored them and sped by. Others stopped to look and many asked what it was all about. Penelope explained that the new Jumble Shop had everything a person could want and this exotic paraphernalia was proof positive that they had just about anything. After several trips back and forth; about half a dozen customers had entered the shop. Penelope needed to get back inside. She used the leash to tether Petra to the lamppost in front of the shop.

She went in for a moment and then came back out. She taped a handwritten sign to the post. It simply said in large letters ‘More of this inside.’

Petra may have been physically helpless but she was aware of what was happening around her and loving it. She could hear the bell ringing continuously as people entered and exited the shop. She could hear footsteps of people stopping to look at her and read the sign. She could hear cars slowing down at the sight of her.

For half an hour she put on a show straining against the leash and struggling with the jacket. In that half hour not a single soul offered to help her; they were all enjoying it too much.

Finally Penelope got a break for a minute and came back out. ‘Let’s get you out of the sun for a while.’ She un-tethered the leash and led Petra back in. The cold floor was a shock to Petra’s feet but it was a good shock; today was a day of extremes and Petra was enjoying them all. Penelope sat her down and removed the gag. She held a cold bottle of water to Petra’s lips. Petra drank it all and before she could lick her lips the gag was back in.

Penelope passed the chain of the shackles around the front legs of the chair. It was just barely long enough to reach from one side to the other and Petra’s legs were spread apart, the back of each calf pressed firmly against the legs of the chair.

With surprising strength Penelope pulled the chair out to the center of the shop where Petra could be clearly seen by anyone passing by. Business for the next half hour, until closing time, was brisk. Petra’s sexy confinement brought the customers in and Penelope's sales skills made sure that they didn’t leave empty handed.

Once the door was locked and the CLOSED sign was hung she lowered the blinds to shut out any curious window shoppers. She moved towards Petra to free her and then stopped. ‘It’s going to take me about twenty minutes to balance the cash and do the books for the day. Do you want to be untied now?’ Petra shook her head. ‘So you will wait until I’m done?’ Petra nodded.

Penelope had one eye on the books and the other on Petra. Her instincts had been right about Petra but she was surprised that Petra had given in so willingly and lasted so long. She thought for sure she would have to offer some sort of incentive for her cooperation but Petra had gone along with it without any demands.

When she was done her administrative tasks she removed the blindfold and gag but left her bound. ‘I was thinking that I would give you the straitjacket in return for your help today’ said Penelope ‘but I realized that you can’t put it on yourself. How about I keep it here and whenever you want you can stop by and I’ll bind you up in the back room.’

‘May I make a counter proposal’ suggested Petra. ‘I would like you to keep all of those boxes, including the handcuffs that are out here and when I visit you will bind me up right here in the shop. Our advertising campaign seems to have been successful and I don’t see any reason to stop now.’

It was the start of a wonderful friendship that is still continuing to this day.

Re: The Perils of Petra Part 3 (F/F)

Postby hafnermg » Sat Mar 29, 2014 9:08 am

such a beautiful friendship :) I really do like this series! Can't wait for more!

Re: The Perils of Petra Part 3 (F/F)

Postby LordNelson » Sat Mar 29, 2014 5:52 pm

This series was written at Petra's request which consisted of three fantasy scenarios. This is the last of the three. She had input to make changes and suggestions and none of them were posted until she was satisfied and gave her permission. I am going to write one more which is entirely my story into which I am going to place Petra.

I have invited her to submit more requests if she wishes, so there may be more of her adventures to come.