Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: The Shopping Mall (Mf, bdsm, cons)
Date: 4 Oct 1995 00:04:18 GMT

			  The Shopping Mall

	Saturday afternoon was, as most Saturday afternoons are,
boring. Being new in town, I didn't have too many friends yet. Usually
the evenings I had something going with someone from work. But this
day, the entire day was mine to use anyway I wanted.

	I arose about 10:30, getting in around 1:00 last night from
bar hopping. But by noon, I was bored.

	But a happy thought came to mind. Since it was warm out, and
as the thermometer rises, so rises the amount of exposed skin on
female bodies, I decided to take a trip to the shopping mall. That's
the afternoon hang out for a lot of women during the weekend. Beside,
I needed some new clothes for summer anyway.

	I hopped into my car, and cruised down to the mall. I parked
my car next to an old black panel van and was in the center of the
mall at around 1:00.

	As I expected, the mall had a good assortment of girls,
running around in shorts, T-shirts, miniskirts, and tight jeans. A few
were of particular interest.

	One girl was waring a pair of cut off jeans and a halter top.
The checks of her ass hung out just about as much as her nipples
showed through her shirt. She paraded around the place, showing how
tough she was. She really had a nice body, but she looked like she was
a real cocky bitch.

	There was another pair of babes who must have called one
another so the could match their clothes. Both were waring pull-overs,
one pink, the other light blue, acid dyed jeans, and white sneakers.
They both had their hair in banana clips and had their sunglasses hung
around their necks with pink cords. They chattered and giggled like
talk was totally in style.

	There was one, a tall blond, who really caught my eye. She
showed a long pair of legs from under a white miniskirt. She wore a
tight red blouse which really showed off her tits. She had one of
those wide red belts around her waist, a thin gold necklace and
matching gold ankle bracelet, and these funky red high heels with gold
heels and toes. I couldn't get a good look at her eyes because of her
sunglasses, but she was a real looker.

	I followed her around for a while. She didn't seem to be in a
real hurry. Just looking at things a her leisure. I, on the other
hand, had such a hard-on, from just looking at her, that I thought I
might need to jack off in the bathroom.

	I thought about going up to her and starting a conversation
and maybe getting her phone number, or even asking her put on a date.
But before I worked up my nerve, she ducked into a store that I didn't
want to enter. I gave up my pursuit, and marked it down as a happy
fantasy.

	I went on and did my shopping, picking up a new suit for work,
and some casual clothes. It was around a little after 2:00 and thing
were getting boring, so I headed out to the car. I threw my packages
into the back and was about to get in when I heard someone calling.

	`Excuse me.'

	The voice was calling form the black panel van parked next to
my car. When I looked up, it was the blond who I was following
earlier. She was sitting in the drivers set, trying to get my
attention.

	`Excuse me. I was wondering if you could help me for a
moment.'

	I wasn't sure if it was really me she was talking to. There
seemed to be no one else around it could have been but me. She
confirmed that it was indeed really me that she was speaking to.

	`Oh yes, you. Please, could you help me. It won't take to
long.'

	`Sure. What can I help you with,' I said so calmly.

	`For starters, if you would come around to the other side.'

	I walked around to the other side of the van. As I did, I
wondered what she needed. My heart was pounding like a hammer. She
asked me to get in the van. Of course, the fantasies were running wild
in my head.

	I got into the van on the passenger side. She was seat behind
the steering wheel. The first thing I noticed about the van was that
there was a heavy curtain running from the floor to the ceiling and to
both sides separating the cab from the rest of the van.

	She wasn't wearing her sunglasses anymore. She had the most
beautiful pair of green eyes I ever saw. They were captivating. I
couldn't help but stare into them for a moment. Her voice, which was
all feminine, brought be back.

	`I know this is going to sound strange, but I need you to help
me with something. I don't think there's anyway I can do it alone. At
least not the right way.'

	`I'll help, if I can,' I stammered out. I was so nervous. This
girl really had a hold on me.

	`I'll give you something in return, for compensation for your
time.'

	`Really, I haven't anything else to do today. If it takes
time, I've got plenty of that.' The truth was, I'd rob a church, just
to spend a few moments with this lady.

	`Good. Then let me start by giving you some background about
what I need help on.

	`My boyfriend and I play this game. We drive to some place
that has a lot of people at them. Shopping malls usually work the
best. He'll drop me off at one end of the mall, then park somewhere on
the lot and come in at another place.

	`We pretend we don't know one another. We both walk around for
a while until he spots me. He begin to follow me around for a while,
as if he checking me over.

	`Finally, he makes his move on me. He comes over and tries to
pick me up. Sometimes, I'm an easy target. Other times, I play real
hard to get. It's a lot of fun. Especially when his lines don't work
and he get flustered. But he never gives up. In the end, he wins me
over. He'll suggest we go somewhere to "get to know one another
better". That's his usual line.

	`We go out to his van. Somehow, he always finds a way to get
me into the back of the van. He usually uses the line that he locked
the doors and the only way in is from the back. As soon as I'm in the
van, he has me. Then the real fun begins.

	`You see, I like to tied up and have wild, erotic sex while I
an unable to resist his every whim. I get so horny when I in bondage
and under a man's complete control. My boyfriend likes having me that
way too, so it works out good.

	`Out comes whatever kind of restraining device he wants to use
that day. We have a good assortment to choose from. There's chains and
cuffs, leather straps, some homemade and catalog stuff, gags and
blindfolds, and lots of soft rope. That's my favorite. I love the feel
of rope more than anything else.

	`In whatever position or style he wants, that's how I am
bound, hand and foot. I struggle a little and mutter my
discontentment, just to keep the game going. But it always winds up
the same. I'm bound and gagged tight with no hope of escape.

	`The amount of clothing I'm allowed to wear various. One time,
I'm fully clothed, another I'm naked. I'll usually like to wear some
very reveling lingerie for him, just to keep his interest up too.

	`He'll then set a timer. He tell me that he'll be back in a so
long of a period of time. Sometimes it's as little as fifteen minutes.
Other times it's up to a couple of hours.

	`Sometimes when he comes back, he just removes some of my
clothes and re-ties me, then leaves me again. But most times, he ties
me so my body is completely open for his use. He ravishes my body. He
uses his tongue, vibrators, his hard cock, whatever he wants. By the
time he's done, I'm usually exhausted but definitely satisfied.

	I sat listening to this girl's incredible story. When she
first remarked about her boyfriend, I got depressed. But now, I was so
excited, I thought I might shot my load right in my pants. What a
lucky guy he was. This was the kind of girl I always had dreamed of.

	`Well, this all brings me to today. We decided to play and we
came out to the mall. Everything went as usual. When I got into the
back, he pinned me, tied my wrists behind my back, tied my knees and
ankles together, and stuffed a cloth gag into my mouth. He decided to
keep me clothed today, until he got back. I think his plan is to come
back, strip, re-tie me and leave again.

	`He set the clock for a hour and a half. Why an hour and a
half, I don't know. Off he went, thinking he had me in place, as
usual, for the duration.

	`Usually the ropes are so tight, no mater how hard I try,
there isn't a chance of escape. But this time, there was a flaw and he
made a mistake. He left to much slack in the rope. For once, I got
loose. Within ten minutes, I was completely free and wondering what to
do next.

	`I thought about going back into the mall and letting him see
me, to see what he would do. Or maybe trying to catch him when he
returned.

	`But here I had a chance to get even with him. Twice, he has
altered the conditions on me, and I want to get even.

	`The first time was a couple of months ago. We had one of his
friends over for dinner. After dinner, I remarked to him that I
thought his friend was cute. Before I knew what was happening, I was
naked, tied spread eagle to the coffee table, my boyfriend's cock in
my mouth, and his friend licking my cunt. They took turns on me,
giving me their cocks and filling me with cum all evening. Don't get
me wrong, because I loved it. But still, they did get the better of
me.

	`Then, just a month or so ago, we came out here to play. I
wandered around for well over an hour before I realized that maybe he
was up to something else. I happened to catch him coming into the mall
with some little tramp on his arm. I didn't confront him then, but
later, I got him to tell me all about how he picked up the girl
instead of me. Were not married, so I let him get away with it, with
an apology and a steak dinner.

	`So I thought I'd give him a surprise. I want to see the look
on his face when he see me all tied up in the back, and it's not his
rope work. Though it probably won't phase him a bit, it'll at least
make me more excited.

	`This is where you come in. I really can't tie myself into
that kind of position. I need someone who isn't afraid to tie me good
and tight. My boyfriend won't be back for over an hour yet. Do you
think you can help me?.'

	I was stunned. For a moment I didn't say a word. I had to
think if this was really happening. I just couldn't believe this was
real.

	`Please,' she said. `I'll make it worth your while.'

	I didn't need any more influencing than that. I agreed to help
her out. What the heck. At the very least, I get to put the girl of my
dreams into bondage, plus help out a fellow bondage lover.

	We crawled into the back of the van. At that point, my whole
outlook on vans changed. This thing was a rolling dungeon. It had all
the necessary items to keep a young lady well trussed and totally
unseen built right into it. I must admit, this thing was impressive.

	In the center, there was a low bed. It was more of a mattress
sitting on the floor rather than a bed. But there were short post at
each of the corners, with rails running in between them. It provided
limitless possibilities.

	The van was panelled in a medium brown wood, with soft
carpeting on the floor and ceiling. Two spot-type lights illuminated
the area. There were no windows to let in natural light.

	Throughout the back, on the floor, walls and ceiling, were
several eye hooks. Combined with the bed, one could create virtually
any type of environment they wanted. The victim could be suspended in
any way, or even pinned to the ceiling, if desired.

	Two locking wall panels, located just behind the cab, were the
storage areas for the bondage apparatus. My partner showed me the
location of every piece of equipment the van supplied. Let me tell
you, there was a lot.

	We got down to business. She had already decided how she
wanted things done. The idea was to show her boyfriend that she was
capable of the save treachery he was.

	`I need to be availably,' she said, `and wearing less
clothing.' She sat on the bed and removed her blouse. She took her
time, watching what effect she was having on me. Each button was
slower that the last. At last, she pulled it down off her shoulders,
let it fall to the floor and reveling the red lace bra she was waring
underneath. For a moment, I hoped it was me she was doing all this
for.

	Next came her skirt. Again she took time, slowly removing her
belt and slipping off her tight skirt. This girl could really tease.
But the wait was worth it. She wore matching red lace underwear and,
to my surprise, garter belt and tan stockings. This lady was really
after my heart.

	I was instructed to pull out lots of soft rope from the
closet. She wanted to be tied spread eagle to the bed and I was could
use as much rope as I wanted. Believe me, I had no problem with that.
She lay down on the bed. I was just about to start when she stopped
me.

	`I think I want to be topless when he returns. That'll get
him.' She sat up and undid the front latch of her bra. Slowly, she
revealed her tits to me. I'm a real tit man. As long as they are firm,
the more the better. Saggy tits are a real downer. But hers were far
from that. She must workout or something. They were perfect and round,
with small nipples. What a sight. I lost myself in them. But she
brought me around to my work again.

	She decided she wanted some rope around her chest. Why not. So
I decided to give her a "cross you heart" rope bra. I had her sit with
her arms over her head. I wound a long length of rope above, below and
in between he chest, pulling the rope tight. When I was done, she
remarked that I seemed to know what I was doing. I admitted to her
that bondage was my favorite indoor sport. She smiled and said she was
glad she found someone that enjoyed this kind of thing to help her.

	I decided to start at the top and work my way down. I laid her
down and worked on her wrists. I tied them to the short post at the
head of the bed. Again I used lots and lots of rope. I made sure she
wasn't going to be disappointed again by escaping again.

	Next I wound some rope around her waist and thighs, and
attached the ends to the side rails. I figured she didn't need to move
her hips around much. She thought it was a nice touch. I did the same
for her chest, attaching rope to her rope bra, and anchoring the ends.

	Now it was time for her ankles. I was just about to deprive
her legs of movement when she decided for a slight alteration.

	`I thing that nothing should hinder access to me. Don't you
think?' She looked at me for a response. Before I could, she spoke
again. `Would you please take my panties off. I don't seem to be able
to reach.'

	I didn't need to be asked again. I reached up, and very slowly
pulled her panties down off of her. This I wanted to relish. Her pussy
was as nice as the rest of her. My heart was pounding. All that she
had left on was her garter belt and stockings, her high heels and her
jewelry.

	I spread he legs and tied her ankles to the posts. She
prompted me to pass rope around her feet, so she wouldn't loose her
shoes. I did as the lady asked. The final touch was rope around her
knees and tied to the rails. All movements of her body was cut off.
She tried and tested her webbing, but found no escape.

	`You do this quite well. Now, how about a gag. There are
several to choose from. Pick the one you like.'

	The box contained several types of gags. A few looked like the
could rip someone mouth apart if used wrong. I picked a simple, yet
effective red ball gag, figuring that it matched what little clothing
was left to her.

	`Will this do?' I asked.

	`Oh yes. That will do nicely,' she said. `Now. Before you gag
me, I need to tell you a couple things. First, I want to thank you for
helping me. I can see you enjoy this kind of thing. Second, my
boyfriend won't be back for another hour. And third, once I am gagged,
I cannot resist anything you want to do. I am total at YOUR mercy.
Just ungag me before you leave. Now, you better shut me up, so I know
what's good for me.'

	I was in shock, not really knowing if what I heard was really
what I thought she said. I looked at her, waiting for a conformation
of what she said. At first, all she did was look at me as she
struggled in her ropes. Then she realized the questioning look in my
eyes. She smiled and spoke.

	`You heard me right. Please do hurry with the gag. We don't
have much time, and I might change my mind.'

	`Just one thing,' I asked. `I want to know what your name is.'

	`Mary Beth,' She said.

	`Nice to meet you, Mary,' I said.

	She opened her mouth to receive the ball. She made a sound,
like a cross between a grunt and a sigh, as I pushed the ball between
her lips and tied the ends behind her head. It seemed to be just the
right size for her. Not to big to make it uncomfortable, but not to
small to let out any unwanted noise. A nice, snug fit.

	My work was finished. For the first few moments, I was still
in disbelief. Here was this gorgeous girl, tied naked and gagged in
the back of a rolling prison cell, wanting me to screw her before her
boyfriend got back and did it. It didn't make a lot of sense. I sat
thinking for a few minutes while my captive struggled in her ropes.
She twisted and turned as much as she could, grunting and moaning into
her gag, but to no prevail. She looked over at me from time to time. I
think the anticipation of me jumping her at any moment was driving her
wild.

	But what the heck, I thought. This was a dream come true for
me, and it was what she wanted. No one was doing anything they didn't
want to happen. And nobody was going to get hurt. I might as well
indulge myself.

	I started with her tits. My hands squeezed her fleshy mounds.
She liked that, because she sighed into her gag. I gave her nipples
the treatment, rolling them between my fingers and lightly pulling on
them. Finally, I licked and sucked on them until I thought she was
going to have an orgasm. She was twisting and moaning like crazy.

	I figured if my mouth worked so well on her nipples, the same
could be done on her clit. I fingered and kissed and sucked and licked
her clit and cunt. She tasted so sweet. She loved every minute and
came very quickly. I don't know how many times she came that hour, but
it was a lot.

	Now my hardon was calling for relief. I undid the my fly and
pulled my pants down. She seemed to cry out in delight. I stroked it
for a minute, getting it bigger. Her eyes pleaded with me to stick it
into her.

	I crawled on top of her and rammed my rod home. She groaned
into the gag as I plunged in and out of her. I was going crazy. I
don't think I ever fucked that hard before.

	Finally, I felt my load boiling up. I tried to hold back as
long as I could, but it wasn't too long. I rammed into her as hard as
I could, and filled her with my load. I don't think I ever came so
much in one load.

	I kept it in her till every last drop as out. I pulled out,
hitched up my pants, and looked over my prisoner. She lay in
contentment, breathing deeply. I remembered what she asked me to do
before I left, and pulled the gag out of her mouth.

	`Ooohh. That was wonderful she said.

	`I enjoyed it too,' I responded.

	`Could you please untie me for a few moments. I want to thank
you.'

	As I undid her legs, I told her that she had already done
that, but she insisted. Beside, I could then retie her, if I wanted
to. In a few moments, she was free. Then I had another surprise.

	She said it wasn't fair that I was the only one to have used
his mouth for sex. With that, she pushed me down on the bed, pulled my
pants off and began to play with my dick. At first, I didn't think I
could get it up again so soon. But between her soft touch and her slow
kisses on me, I was soon ready for her.

	She alternated using her mouth and hands, using her own saliva
for lubrication, repaying me for my services. She started slowly, but
she steadily speeded up until she was pumping like mad. It felt so
good.

	It took awhile before I felt my climax build up again. She
must have sensed it because before I shot, she slowed down and let me
back off again. She teased me like this three times before she finally
let me shot my load down her throat. She took every drop I gave, never
once gagging.

	I lay back on the bed exhausted. She lay down at me side,
cuddling up to me, her head on my chest. Never in my life had I had
such an experience. I was so content. But reality took me over again.

	`I think I better leave, before you boyfriend gets back,' I
said.

	She looked up at me and giggled a little. `I have a little
confession to make,' she said looking like a little girl. `My
boyfriend is not my boyfriend, but my husband.'

	`Oh,' I said. `So I just did all this with a married woman.'

	`No silly,' she giggled again, `I used him to make the story
sound good. We were divorced three months ago.' She then told me the
whole store.

	Her and her husband were married two years ago. The were
attracted to one another through bondage, and things went fine the
first year. That's when the fixed up the van, along with their house.
A couple nights a week and almost all weekend long, Mary was in
bondage courtesy of her husband. There were times she was tied so
tight, she couldn't move for hours. Other times, the she could move,
but was constantly being probed and plundered.

	But after that, her husband decided one woman was not enough.
He started playing around. At first, it was with someone he picked up
at a bar, and never saw again. But later, he got bolder, and continued
to see this one girl. In fact, this was the one Mary caught her
husband with coming back into the mall. That was all a set up for the
two of them to get together.

	They got the divorce on the grounds of adultery. She got most
of their things. The house, one car, most of the furniture, and the
van. She didn't really want it, but she didn't want him to have it.

	It's been several months since she had been tied up. So she
decided to take a trip out to the mall and see if she could get
someone to fulfill her needs. She saw me walking around in the mall,
but never thought I was parked next to her.

	We got dressed and went to get some lunch, and get to know one
another better. We talked for over two hours finding out about each
other, learning about one another's tastes and likes. She then asked
me if I'd like to get into more comfortable surroundings and go back
to her place. I naturally agreed.

	Her house was a fairly new place. Two stories, four bedrooms,
two baths, an attached garage, large patio, and a basement. Like the
van, the house had little items hidden throughout the place that could
be used as anchoring points for a bondage victim.

	Mary took me around the house and showed all the points of the
place, from garage to basement. One room was of special interest. She
called it the playpen. It turned out to be a whole bedroom that had
been converted into a haven for bondage lovers.

	All the furniture was made of sturdy wood and suited for rope
to pass through and securely hold someone down. There were eye loops
in the ceiling where hooks or pulleys could be attached. And the
closet was filled a huge assortment of ropes, chains, straps, gags and
just about every kind of restraining device one could ever want.

	This is where the tour finished, and the fun began. Seeing her
love of restraint, I took some rope, sat her down in a chair and
started binding. I tied her wrists to the arms of the chair, and her
ankles to the legs. I wound rope around her chest and the chair. I sat
down across from her. As she twisted and turned in her ropes, I told
her of my love for bondage and all the ideas I had for a willing
partner.

	When I had finished, she said that she would do anything I
wanted her to do. For the rest of the weekend, she was my slave. I
tied and gagged her repeatedly, sometimes in sexy lingerie, sometimes
complete naked. From time to time, I'd get her hot and leave her
squirm in her excitement. I had her on her knees sucking my rod until
is shot my load all over her. We enjoyed every minute.

	Well, to make a long story short, we hit it off perfectly. We
have several other mutually interests. We both like tennis and play on
a co-ed softball team. She loves to dance, so to the nightclubs we go.
And, like me, she loves a good steak and a cold beer.

	I moved into her place a few weeks ago, and we are having a
great time. In a year and a half, or so, we'll probably get married.
We talked about it, and we want to wait till we know each other very
well.

	We use the playpen a lot, and the van gets a good work out.
She says that I'm a better rope worker than her husband was, plus she
has more fun with me. I tell you, I plan on never losing my dream
girl, and Saturdays are now far from boring.