Petra the Peddler (MF/F)

Postby LordNelson » Mon Jun 30, 2014 2:52 pm

When Petra met Penelope they immediately became friends in spite of what Penelope had done to her. In an attempt to draw attention to her new shop Penelope had bound and gagged Petra and paraded her around on the street out front. The gimmick not only worked but Petra actually enjoyed it. Now months later they were enjoying a close friendship.

On one day each week Petra would drop by the shop on the way home from work and give Penelope a hand until closing time. Then they would open a bottle of wine and have some food delivered. That day was Friday which is why Petra was surprised to get a phone call from Penelope on Wednesday. She had a few business items to take care of and was wondering if Petra would mind stopping by and running the shop by herself for a few hours.

Petra agreed. She had helped out often enough to know the routine and felt confident she could do it. She also had an ulterior motive to volunteer. The shop seemed to be a magnet for interesting people; interesting as in often odd and sometimes charming and occasionally sexy. One more than one occasion Petra found herself chatting away with them.

As an experienced sales person Penelope knew the value of establishing a rapport with the customers but unfortunately Petra’s approach rarely resulted in sales and often resulted in flirting. As Penelope left the shop she had a premonition and warned Petra ‘strictly business please.’

Once Penelope was gone Petra took a stroll through the shop to familiarize her with any new stock that had arrived since her last visit. She noticed several empty spots that had not been refilled when things had been sold. There were no customers so she when into the stock room to find items to fill those spots. That’s when she saw it.

The shop sold donated household items to raise money for charities. A wide variety of goods had been donated since the shop opened but this was something entirely new. It was a big brass bed, in pieces of course, but it still looked beautiful. Petra had always wanted a brass bed. She not only liked the way they looked and the air of dignity that they brought to a bedroom but she often imagined just how good she would look bound spread eagle on one.

The shop normally doesn’t accept donations of such large items due to lack of space but Petra knew exactly why it was there. Often donators stop by later in the evening or in the early morning when the shop is closed. Most days when Penelope arrives for work there is a pile, large or small, by the back door. “She must have been cursing when she saw this” thought Petra.

Petra imagined the effort it must have taken to bring in the heavy headboard and footboard and the mattress and box spring. It was not only awkward but it took up a large portion of the stockroom. Petra smiled. Considering the inconvenience it must have been for Penelope Petra knew that she would be only too willing to let it go for a very reasonable price just to get rid of it.

Petra gathered up a few small items and went back out into the shop to fill those vacant spots on the shelves. Over the next hour she served several customers, tidied up the shelves and swept the floor but her mind never strayed far from thoughts about that bed. The foremost thought was “I wonder what it looks like when it’s put together?” In one of those impetuous moments, the kind that Penelope feared might happen, Petra couldn’t contain herself.

She went out into the street in front of the shop. She didn’t have to wait long. Along came two athletic looking young men. Petra offered them each any video game from the store for a few minutes of their time. Needless to say they would have done it just because a good looking woman had asked so the additional offer of the game clinched the deal.

They came in and she put them to work. First she had them push back the shelves to widen the center aisle and clear a space in the middle of the shop. Then they lugged the bed out from the back and assembled it. The work went quickly and smoothly except for a few awkward moments when activity stopped because their minds were elsewhere.

As Petra watched these two fine young men flexing their muscles and getting sweaty she imagined herself cuddled up between them on the bed. The lads themselves were each wondering if she might put up the CLOSED sign and invite them to stay. None of their fantasies became reality and the helpers each departed with a video game and a theme for their next wet dream.

The donation of the bed had been accompanied by a large trunk containing sheets, pillows and quilts. Soon Petra had the bed fully ready. It was beautiful. She was tempted to lie down but resisted the urge. There would be plenty of time once the shop was closed and maybe Penelope would help her to explore the full potential of the bed.

The ringing of the bell over the door brought her back from her imaginings. She turned to see a young couple come in. They stopped in their tracks and stared in awe at the bed.

‘Oh my god’ exclaimed the woman ‘it’s incredible!’ ‘Absolutely amazing’ added her companion. Petra suddenly feared that maybe setting up the bed wasn’t such a good idea; now it was available to the public.

After chatting for a while Petra’s natural charm had them telling her their whole story. They, Bill and Kate, were to be married in a few weeks and moving out of their separate flats into a small house. They had a list of appliances and house wares they needed and as they were on a limited budget they had stopped by to see if they could save money by buying used items.

One of the things they needed was a bed but it would have to wait, other things had priority, so they would have to make do with an old mattress on the floor for now. Petra’s heart was already hurting for them but it got worse. The cost of the wedding combined with the cost of the new home meant that they would have to postpone their honeymoon for a year or two. They would be spending their wedding night on a worn out mattress on the floor.

Petra tried to convince them that not only would the bed sell for a very reasonable price but also that Penelope would be open to a payment plan. She gave them her best sales pitch but they weren’t certain. Petra wondered “What would Penelope do now?” and it came to her in an instant. She needed a gimmick.

Petra had noticed that Bill had walked around the bed and pulled on the headboard and footboard. It was a simple enough thing to do and something that most people wouldn’t even think twice about but Petra was fairly certain she knew why he had done it. He had been testing the sturdiness of the frame and given the nature of Petra’s hobbies she knew why. It was apparent to her that he intended to tie his beloved to the bed.

If she mentioned her suspicions they would probably make a dash for the door. If she dropped a few suggestive hints about the versatility of the bed the result would most likely be the same. She had an idea. It was only fifteen minutes until closing so locking the door a bit early wouldn’t be a big deal. She asked them to give her a minute. She flipped the latch, turned the sign from OPEN to CLOSED, dashed down the ladies wear aisle, grabbed a few garments and ducked into the backroom.

When she remerged she was dressed in a black lace negligee and black stockings and a pair of black pumps with four inch heels. Bill’s eyes almost popped out of his head. Kate was stunned. Petra’s approach was usually more subtle but today she was going to try shock tactics.

‘Please allow me to demonstrate some of the many features of this bed’ said Petra as she climbed up onto it. ‘Kate’ she asked ‘would you please take these’ as she held out her hand. Kate reached over and Petra placed two pairs of handcuffs in her hand. Then she rested her head on the pillows and spread her arms high and wide placing her wrists against the intricately curved brass tubing of the headboard.

Kate blushed. She knew what to do but she was too bewildered and shy. Bill urged her to go ahead. He wasn’t so shy. Kate snapped one cuff onto Petra’s wrist and then the other end to the headboard. As she went to the other side to do the same Bill, forgetting that he was with his fiancé, asked ‘What about me?’

‘See what you can do with those stockings’ was Petra’s reply. He eagerly slipped the sexy shoes off of her pretty feet. His fingers trembled with excitement as he undid the garters from the sheer black hose. His hands trembled with anticipation as he slid the stockings down her smooth shapely legs and off of her pretty feet. His whole body trembled with fear when he realized the look that Kate was giving him. As she snapped the last cuff into place she said ‘Go ahead, have your fun, in a few weeks there will only be one person you had better be doing that with.’

He tied the stocking around her ankle and then stretched it to the bedpost and knotted it again. As he moved to do the other side he was so excited that he almost tripped over his own feet trying to get there. When the happy couple was done Petra was spread eagle and looking divine. Kate had overcome her bashfulness and began to chat with Petra. A bit of advice in this area from an experienced veteran was welcome.

Bill was listening intently as they discussed the intricacies of technique, timing and location. He wasn’t aware of what he was doing until Kate spun around and glared at him. Petra had been doing her best to concentrate on her conversation with Kate but with Bill absent mindedly stroking her foot it was only a matter of time before she lost her focus. When he gently ran his nails along her arch she broke. Her eyes closed, her head tipped back and a moan escaped her lips. Kate knew the look and she knew where it was coming from.

She turned quickly and caught Bill. He stammered and stuttered but the apology that was in his brain could not find its way to his lips. Kate’s first instinct was to slap his face but then she thought “not only am I too civilized for that but I’m going to have some fun too.” She walked over to Petra’s other foot, took it in both hands and began to massage it. ‘Two can play this game’ she snapped at Bill.

‘He loves to play with feet’ Kate said to Petra ‘but he does it all with his hands. I think it’s time to show him a few new tricks.’ Kate bent over and began to flick the tip of her tongue against Petra’s toes. The talented tongue licked each toe, wrapped around them and darted between them. Petra was in heaven and writhed and moaned at Kate’s expert attentions.

The handcuffs rattled and the stockings stretched as Petra squirmed with glee. Kate knew just what to do make Petra happy. As her tongue did its magic her hands were busy too. She massaged Petra’s arches and ankles while her mouth was busy with the toes.

‘Don’t you think you’ve shown me enough’ said Bill in a concerned voice. His fiancé was having way too much fun for his liking. ‘I’m not finished until she’s finished’ she answered back in a snappy tone ‘if you get what I mean!’

Even though Petra was enjoying the attention she didn’t want to be the cause of a dispute between two lovers destined for the altar. She tried to figure out what to say that could peaceably end the hostilities before they went too far.

At that moment Penelope was returning from her errands. She was puzzled. From a full block away she could see a crowd gathered outside of the shop. She looked at her watch and it was ten after. The shop should be closed up for the day. “What has she done now!” thought Penelope.

Pushing her way through the crowd she reached the door. It was locked as it should be and the CLOSED sign hung in the window. Then she looked in through the display window. There was Petra bound hand and foot to a bed that should be in the stockroom having her feet massaged and played with by an attractive young couple. Petra had forgotten to close the blinds.

Penelope fumbled through her purse for the keys. She opened the door and entered. She had to push back several people who tried to follow her and then she latched the lock again. “What the hell is going on’ she hissed as she went around pulling down the blinds to a loud chorus of “BOO” from the throng outside.

Petra, Kate and Bill all looked at her with that look; the one that a child has when caught with “his hand in the cookie jar”. The one that’s says ‘its okay isn’t it?’

The three of them explained the circumstances; often all talking at the same time and Penelope was actually able to make some sense of it. In the end a payment plan was worked out and Petra’s dream bed went to a deserving couple.

Penelope let the couple out. She then went into the back room for a moment. When she came back out she approached Petra from behind. Petra couldn’t see what she was carrying until the ball gag was pressed against her lips. She opened wide to let it in but it wasn’t going to be that easy.

In their “toy box” that they used to make Friday nights interesting was an oversized red ball gag harness that was meant for strict, punishing activities. They had never used it because their own games were a bit more playful. ‘You’ve been a bad girl’ said Penelope in a stern tone ‘and you need to be disciplined.’

She pushed firmly on the ball and Petra stretched her jaw as far as it would go. It took a bit of work but it eventually was in her mouth. Then Penelope buckled up the straps; one behind Petra’s neck, one under her chin and the last one over her head and fastened behind. She pulled them tight. She took hold of the top strap and gave it a vigorous shake to make sure it was secure. Penelope had never been so rough before and Petra knew she was in for an interesting evening.

Penelope returned to the back room. Petra tried to imagine what was going to come out of the “toy box” next. Would it be the studded oak paddle or the latex flogger or the leather crop? Her feet tingled at the thought of what clever punishments Penelope had thought up. She would have to wait a little longer to find out.
When Penelope came back again all she was carrying was her handbag. Petra sat up as much as she could and said ‘Whhh uh ooh gnnng?’

‘I’m going to get a bottle of wine’ Penelope said as she winked at Petra ‘there’s no point in waiting until Friday. And while I’m at it I think I’ll pick up a feather duster too.’

Re: Petra the Peddler (MF/F)

Postby putasockinit2 » Mon Jun 30, 2014 3:08 pm

Wow this is really good, please continue :D
'Too many friends and not enough true friends'
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