Short stand-alone bondage story out of the MATRIA setting, featuring tight ropes and gags and multiple damsels … and gagdrops.

The shop was quite small, located at the end of a narrow alley in one of the most remote districts of Lashayette, the city of the rainbow, capital of the Republic of Achaia and one of the largest cities of the world.
On entering the house, one reached it over a long stone staircase going down, as the shop was underground, in the cellar of the house.
You would expect a shop selling criminally obtained goods here, or maybe ancient relics, or questionable medicine against ailments like crocodile claws in aspic against the squitters or hippopotamus muck against aphthous oral infection.
Instead, this here was the first and finest address for a special kind of overknee boots not only in Lashayette or Achaia, but in all of Arankalor, the continent of the fair skinned women.
The boots were mainly out of leather like most boots are, but they had a thin coating on the outside out of Shagjat, a material normally used for houses and streets, very hard, but lightweight, its look and feel very similar to our worlds PVC. No leather could ever be so smooth or shiny, or so resilient. And on the inside, these boots had a likewise very thin coating of lustcream impregnatd latexa, for Matrian women the hottest material ever invented.
So, these boots were the ultimate boots to wear. Ladies came from all over the world to purchase them. Oddly enough, the old lady owning the store refused to export them, and she didn’t ever sell more than one pair to the same customer at the same time.
These strange business customs were accepted nonetheless, as to the quality of the special boots came an astonishingly affordable price.
The old lady liked to have time for a customer, to find the best boots for the lady in question. Accordingly, customers had to make an appointment with the lady at the shop first, which was done at a small office in the inner city run by one of the old owners granddaughters – or maybe great-grand daughters.
Like others before her, Knightress Lady Aleyna of Guldurow and Rask, had accepted all this, because she craved such boots desperately.
The Guljanian beauty, a country to the East of the Doranian Empire and West of the Rondakian realm, had come to the alley alone and on foot, feeling like having a pleasant walk through the city in solitude, free of her always bubbling she-squire, which she had left in a street café near the famous Alshaonysette, the multi colored artificial waterfall giving the city its nickname. She had provided her with enough coins to eat herself through the whole assortment of cakes and tarts of the café and then once more, and she was quite sure the silly thing would do exactly that.
On reaching the end of the alley, Aleyna stopped before the house, produced a tan Pagimo pack, mouthed a filtered stick, sucking in need and anticipation on the blonde filter, and hastily lit the cigarette with a match.
She had been warned that smoking was not allowed in the shop and that the “session” would last for more than an hour. After finishing the smoke, she entered the house through the door, which was not locked. The staircase leading downwards was dimly lit by old fashioned candles on alcoves in the wall.
Aleyna through back her waist long blonde hair and proceeded downstairs. The door at the staircases end was locked after all, and as she had been instructed, she struck a small bell hanging down beside the wooden door on a chain.
The old lady opened her in person. By Pludareva, the daughtergodess of all things old, thisc woman was more a unwrapped mummy than a living being. Leathern, sunken in skin, barely any flesh, hair as white as the sealing band of a standard latexa gag, a hunchback, no teeth left in the mouth, hands like claws, the joints big knots standing out – this was some creepy old bitch.
Anyway, she sold the coolest boots of Matria, and was so dumb to do it far under value to boot.
The blonde noble put a smile on her pretty face and bowed deeply.
“Ahhh, you must be Lady Aleyna. What a beautiful girl you are, Mylady.”
The mummies voice matched exactly her appearance. Like from a monster out of a horror dream her sister liked to have with the magical dreamer, a pervert kind of dreams produced mainly in Dacia, a country south of Guljana, where, supposedly, vampires were still about.
“Thank you, Madamelle. You make me blush.”
Aleyna widened her big blue eyes and worked a bit with her long eyelashes. Did the trick all the time.
“Please, come in. Will shall begin immediately. Your long legs need to be booted as soon as possible. Have you already thought about a color?”
“Ohhh… well, I thought about black first, natural. But maybe red or blue would fit me well too. And I always had an affinity to silver colored outfits. Maybe…”
“We will see, young lady. Come in, come in, will you…”
The old lady had turned about and hobbled deeper into the shop.
The blonde beauty shrugged and followed her…
XXX

“That’s super! They look great, and the feeling of the latexa inside is even hotter than I had imagined,”
Aleyna beamed with red cheeks, viewing herself in the large mirror. She now wore thigh high skintight high heeled overknee boots in a glossy black and opera gloves of the same color and material.
Did we mention that on Matria overknee boots always went with opera gloves, corresponding in length, color and material with the boots? Anyway, if a lady bought boots, she always bought opera gloves too.
The old lady sat on a sofa in an ugly brown which looked like it was actually only hold together by the dust it had accumulated over the centuries.
She smiled, or what went for it and offered from a small tin box filled with colorful sugar drops.
Without thought, still in her “I am a nice, polite little girl mode”, Aleyna took a blue drop and popped it in her mouth, turning to the mirror again. How hot these boots and gloves felt and looked!
The drop in her mouth suddenly expanded, becoming soft and glibbery in the process, in an instant filling her entire oral orifice and expanding further.
“UMMMMPPHH!”
Alyenas eyes bulged, she groaned into the effective gag, her gloved hands going up to her face, to remove this thing immediately.
Out of nowhere, two young women appeared beside her, muscled, ugly brutes, her lower jaws hanging down, they drooling. They seized Alyena by the arms.
“MMMPPHH! UMMMPPH!”
The blonde struggled in the brutal, tight grip. The drop had expanded further in the meantime, her cheeks bulged out like halfmoons, the blue stuff started to protrude out of her gaping mouth, already completely covering her teeth.
There was much lustcream in it too. Alyena felt her nipples harden and her quivering pussy filling with her love juice.    
The brutes produced coils of strong white rope and started to tie her up efficiently and elaborately – and very tight.
Her elbows were bound together behind her back, then her wrists. Her blue silken mini dress was ripped away, likewise her silken bra and panties. Rope bound her arms to the body above and below the breasts and around the waist, cinched extremely tight.
She wriggled in the bonds, screamed into the gag, all to no avail. She was quickly and mercilessly packaged.  
“UMMMPPHH! MMMUMMPPFF! MMPPH!”
The two moronic minions bound her legs with more rope too.
A strip of sticky, shiny blue tape was put with force and much speed over her mouth, followed by more blue tape being wrapped around her lower face. One of the minions held her blonde hair out of the way, but Aleyna was hardly in a mood to be thankful for the courtesy. The tapewrap gag had no less than twelve loops and was extremely tight, cutting deeply into her bulging cheeks. The drop had stopped expanding in her mouth. There would have been hardly any more room available without breaking her jaws.
One of the brutes loaded the package onto her broad shoulders, head to the rear, and carried her off.
The old lady hadnt said anything during the packaging and hadn’t even moved a muscle. Now she took a small book and a pencil out of her cloak like black garment and wrote something down.
To the second minion who had remained in the room she said:
“Make tea. There is time for one until the next customer is due.”
“Yes, great- grandmother.”
XXX
Aleyna was dropped to the floor like a sack of grain. She screamed into her huge, tight gag and wriggled about like a snake to get her upper body upright against a wall. The monster which had brought her here left the small storage room without looking back.
Astonishingly, the room was very well lit by a modern magical lamp and the four walls were in fact huge mirrors of top quality. The floor and ceiling were of white, glossy Shagjat.
The damsel was not alone in the room. Five other young beauties, they too naked save for boots and gloves, struggled in tight ropes and mewed into blue tapewrap gags, surely with a stuffing out of a expanding sugar drop behind the tape and milked avidly dildos in their dripping pussies and quivering butts.
None of them had the milk white skin and petite build of the Achaians, all were foreigners.
There was a tall, skinny Alboran redhead with small breasts and freckles in her face; a black skinned voluptuous Mambaka with high cheekbones and white symbols painted on her body and face; a soft, petite udhyan beauty with brown skin, huge black eyes and a golden nose ring, her waistlong black hair glossy and smooth as silk; a yellow skinned, muscled girl of a xishaikan subrace with the black hair in a high tower on her head and a dragon tattooed onto her back; and finally even a green skinned Kiguka with the dark hair in a bob and very large, beautiful breasts for her slender body.
They starred wide eyed at Alyena, who starred back with the same perplexed, shocked and unwillingly aroused expression she saw in their bulging eyes too.
The blonde started to struggle in earnest. 20 minutes later, panting heavily and groaning constantly into the squeaking gag, she had to realize she couldn’t get free from her bonds.
Frustrated and shocked, she screamed into her gag like the other girls were doing all the time.
XXX
Ull-Mi-Tresh stopped before the house and produced her Malego pack. She had been warned that smoking was not allowed in the shop and that the “session” would last for more than an hour. The beautiful young Rondaka with the red skin, black waist long hair in a plait and clad in a traditional Rondakian outfit of suede, mouthed a stick and quickly lit up, the contact of the blonde filter with her soft, delicate, black painted lips immediately watering her shaved pussy.
She lit up quickly, and smoked with barely hidden lust and need. She was very excited, because today she would finally get the boots and gloves she had craved for so long. Her mothers had gifted to her this journey to Lashayette to her 25th birthday, which was in her culture just as important as the 18th.
When finished with her smoke, she entered the house eagerly, looking forward with anticipation to the coming hour.
XXX
“How many today?”
“12 as usual. 4 others I sold boots and gloves to. You know, there have to be subjects coming back home with the merchandise, otherwise there would quickly be suspicions.”
“Sure. I trust you in that you always bag the most beautiful and hottest, while letting sub-standard merchandise go.”
“So its 24.000. 2.000 for each.”
“Agreed. By the way, what I always wanted to ask you: What do you charge for the boots?”
“180 per set.”
“I see.”