Katy (the shop owner, not our pretty damsel) approached her storefront. She frowned, she had been sure to tell the kid who closed the day before to drop the metal gate down. He must have forgotten. Katy was sure to punish her for it, as per their agreement.

Katy slid her key into the lock of the door, opening it to the happy tinkle of the bell. She strode inside, tossing her purse on the counter and walking towards the bathroom in the back.

Our Katy, the one who got stuck the previous night, was hidden under the counter. She was exhausted from the hours and hours of futile struggling she had conducted, trying to get out of the gag and armbinder. She knew someone had come in, and she hoped they would understand her predicament. Katy was just about to show herself when the shopowner had left the main store area and gone to the bathroom. To Katy’s horror, the shop was now open to the public and anybody could walk in, stumbling upon her. Katy briefly thought about running for it (since the door was now unlocked), but she knew she would probably be seen.

She heard the toilet flush in the back, then the faucet turn off. The door opened, and Katy knew that the shop owner was on her way to discover her right now. Just as the other Katy got to the desk, bound and gagged Katy stood up, revealing herself.

The shop owner had jet black hair and had a complete goth complex going, but a mix between kink-related clothing and normal goth clothing. It was a very unique style that Katy immediately loved, but she only noticed in the back of her mind. She was now standing in front of the shop owner, bound and gagged, praying that she would let her go.

Much taller and larger Katy stood with a look of surprise on her face, taken aback by shorter, slimmer, red-headed Katy. Katy moaned into her gag, trying to communicate what had happened.

The shop owner quickly assessed the situation and then spoke. “Shh! Just wait a moment. I can’t understand you anyways…” she looked over at the door, then back at Katy. Katy was desperately waving the armbinder at her, the universal symbol of “get this off me PLEASE!”

“How did you get in here so fast…” the shopowner asked. “I was in the bathroom for less than five…” she glanced down at the floor where Katy had stashed her backpack. There were packages of bondage gear still hanging out of it, and black-haired Katy put two and two together.

“You were trying to rob me?” she asked tentatively.

Katy aggressively shook her head. “MMMnnn! Thmmps monnppphy enth miith bathplapth!” Katy kicked the backpack towards the shop owner, pointing at the top pocket with the armbinder. The shop owner tentatively opened the pack, finding a large wad of cash.

“Jutthhh pleth miith gngo, anth I whill payth youth” she spluttered around the gag that hadn’t moved in hours.

The shop owner stood still, thinking. “So, you broke in, grabbed a bunch of stuff, and were going to leave in the middle of the night, leaving a wad of cash on the counter?”

Katy nodded her head.

“And you got stuck… trying on the equipment?”

Katy nodded again, her body filled with shame.

The shop owner smiled. She knew exactly why Katy had done that, and she thought it was hilarious.

“Well, I should probably get you out of there then, right…” Katy cried out into her gag in relief, jumping forwards, gesturing to the owner with the armbinder. All she needed was the zipper lowered, that was it. Then she was free.

“Or…” the shop owner paused, leaving Katy bewildered. Katy shook the armbinder at her, urging her to let her go. The owner thought for a moment. Katy clearly was enthusiastic about bondage, so much that she had gone to the lengths of breaking into her store to find the equipment she so desperately wanted. She had even tried on the gear to make sure it fit. That took a ton of devotion.

She quickly formulated a plan. She was much larger than Katy, and Katy was already mostly bound. She would have no way to fight against her if she decided to give her a true damsel-in-distress experience…

“Here’s what I’ll do for you” Katy finally said, making up her mind. You can have the stuff for free, but only if you let me try something. The damsel Katy suddenly felt uneasy at the situation. Something she hadn’t counted on was the shop owner taking advantage of her distressed state, which she seemed to be doing.

“I will donate the things in your backpack, as well as the gear you so unfortunately fell into, to you, under one condition”, she paused, watching Katy’s face change. “You don’t press charges on me for what I’m about to do.” She didn’t bother waiting for an answer and pounced on Katy, who was defenseless to fight back.

An hour or so later, a new sign was put up in the window. One of Katy’s friends (the owner Katy, not the damsel Katy), read the sign and hurried into the store. Her name was Ava, and she frequented the store, hanging out with Katy and occasionally trying on new equipment for her. She was a definite kinkster, just like Katy.

The sign read that a new ‘display’ had been put up, a one-time day-long display that would be taken down at the end. It was now or never, come try out a live bondage model for only today…

Ava pushed the door open excitedly, the bell tinkling. The shop owner Katy looked up from behind the counter, excitedly saying, “Hey Ava, did you see the sign?”

“Ohhh, yeah. Let’s see what you got!”

Katy walked Ava towards the back of the store, telling her the story as to how she managed to get a live model in the store. “Her only request was that she stay anonymous, which I had no problem helping her with…”

Ava walked around an aisle and gasped. A damsel stood, bound and gagged, to a pole in the back of the store. She was a beautiful young woman with luscious red hair that was tied in a ponytail, spilling out of the top of a hood. She couldn’t see her face, but the rest of her body was completely visible. Katy had taken the time to pull off her clothes and replace them with leather harnesses, straps and corsets. Her legs were bound together with leather belts, then secured to the pole with more. Her sex was covered with a small chastity belt, but her breasts hung out for all to see.

To Ava’s excitement, there were small wires running down under the chastity belt, which she knew was the reason that the damsel was twitching every now and then. Soft moans sounded from under the hood as she bounced up and down slightly. To Ava’s further excitement, the damsel was tethered to the pole by a belt around her waist, which held her a few inches off the ground. More belts tethered her upper body to the pole, with a collar and leash around her neck, the leash tethered to the pole as well.

“I gave her the silent treatment, so she can’t hear us talk. She wouldn’t know we’re watching her, unless we decided to play with her a little bit.”

Ava stepped forward, brushing her finger along Katy’s (the damsel’s) stomach. She instantly moaned into her gag, her body jerking away from the sharp nail that had grazed her body. The damsel was no longer hanging limply, she was fully attentive, her body pricking with anticipation for the next touch.

“Ha! This is amazing! I can’t believe you got this lucky…” Just then, the front door tinkled again.

“Oh, I bet another person saw the sign. Gotta make sure they find their way back here…”

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed Day 6 of Kinktober 2024!

Find the previous day, Day 5, here! (Day 5 and 6 are the same story line)

Find the next day, Day 7, here! (Day 7 is a different story line)