Pumpkin Spice Bondage
“One Pumpkin Spice Latte … for another basic bitch…” Katie murmured under her breath as she scribbled a rough semblance of the customer’s name on the sleeve of the festive, orange cup before sliding it across the counter where the innocent blonde on her cell phone was waiting patiently for her drink.
Looking on at the barista’s lack of couth as she cleared a table from across the store, Amy gave her employee the benefit of the doubt and watched a few more of her less than cordial transactions before finally walking over and commenting, “Hey, Katie – once you’re done with that customer, I need you to come help me in the stockroom with something.”
Following her manager through the winding hallway with a look of defeat on her face, the young girl was taken off guard when Amy closed and locked the heavy, wooden door behind them before reaching for a small backpack that was tucked away behind one of the shelves.
“Take your shirt off,” she told Katie with a grin as she unzipped the bag to reveal several coils of black, cotton rope along with a few other bondage goodies hidden inside.
“Here?!” the girl responded with a flabbergasted look as she eyed the bag in her manager’s hands.
“I mean, if you’d rather do it out where all of the customers can see…”
Katie scowled as she begrudgingly untied her smock and threw it to the side, then pulled her white blouse over her head to reveal the soft pink lace bra that she was wearing underneath.
“I’ve been saving this for a rainy day, or rather a grumpy day in your case!” Amy said laughing to herself as she uncoiled one of several bundles of rope, then gestured for the girl to remove her bra as well before crossing her wrists in front of her and tying them snugly together with the first piece of rope.
“Does it have to be so tight???” Katie grumbled as the woman expertly knotted off her wrists, then pulling a bucket nearby to stand on reached up above Katie’s head, tossed the free end of the rope over one of the shelving supports behind her, and then pulled down on it hard until the barista was forced onto her tiptoes with her hands bound to the shelf above her.
“You didn’t complain this much the last time I tied you up…” Amy smirked as she then hopped down from the bucket and took another piece of rope from her bag, this time looping it several times around the girl’s chest – both above and below her perky breasts – until she noticed Katie’s demeanor slowly beginning to change as she momentarily closed her eyes and purred softly at the ropes that her friend was weaving around her chest.
After adding a shorter length between her breasts to cinch the ropes together into a proper harness that Amy had tied Katie in countless times before, Amy then grinned as she couldn’t help but lean in and give one of the girl’s nipples a sensuous lick which was now standing at prompt attention as Katie’s unexpected bondage continued to progress.
“Amy – somebody’s going to see!” Katie protested despite undeniably enjoying the sensations as her muscles already strained from her predicament that was far from complete.
“You’re fine! The door’s locked … for now, anyways…” she shrugged her off with a snicker, pinching her other nipple between her fingers as she chuckled at the subsequent yelp before reaching down into her backpack and producing a distinctive, bright orange ball gag.
“Rather festive, isn’t it?” Amy remarked with a playful grin as she held the ball up to her plaything’s mouth, eventually tapping her foot as Katie clenched her lips shut in resistance and finally pinching the end of her nose until the girl was forced to open her mouth to breathe.
“Has anyone ever told you that you whine too much?” the woman laughed as she carefully fitted the orange ball between her teeth and then stepped up onto the bucket again to cinch the black leather strap behind her hair.
“Voo dooo, cnsfently!!!” Katie attempted to cry out through her gag, though her muffled voice just seemed to amuse her sly captor all the more who then hopped back down and unceremoniously unbuttoned the girl’s pants, their eyes locking as Katie shook her head no while Amy made quick work of sliding them down her legs and tossing them aside with the rest of her clothes.
With two more coils of rope, Amy crouched at her naughty friend’s feet as she looped the first around her left ankle and knotted it snug in place, then repeating the same with her right ankle until both had a healthy trail of cotton rope leading from each makeshift cuff.
Swiftly guiding each free end around the nearby post on opposite ends of the shelving unit that Katie was being lashed to, the rigger then looked up at her with a satisfied grin as she announced with a firm tug on each rope simultaneously…
“I think you know where this is going next!”
The sassy barista whimpered into her gag as the next thing she knew it felt as if Amy was pulling her feet out from under her, inching them further and further apart as Katie did her best to stay perched on the tips of her toes while her body was stretched taut against the rack filled with heavy sacks of coffee beans in the center of the store’s dark stockroom.
“Mmmmmppppphhhhhh!!!” Katie squealed out in panic, but it was no use as her manager pulled her ankles wider and wider until she was balanced precariously on her toes with a look of utter shock and fear in her eyes as the orange ball gag held her lips wide open and the predicament in general left her nipples erect and eager for more attention.
Tying each of the ropes at her captive’s feet off with a sturdy pair of knots, Amy took a step back to admire her handy work – “The mouthy barista isn’t so mouthy anymore!” she thought to herself with a satisfied grin, however staring Katie’s taut rope bondage up and down, she couldn’t help but think that she was still missing something more.
Glancing around the stockroom in search of inspiration while Katie hung in the balance in the most literal of senses, the boss finally beamed happily as she reached around her friend to produce something special from one of the shelves hidden behind the bound barista…
“I think you’ll agree that I did a great job here today,” Amy spoke as she shook the aerosol can in her hand while Katie stared back at her, “but we could still stand to brighten you up for the season a bit more, don’t you think?”
With that, Amy took the can of whipped cream that was normally reserved for the types of drinks that Katie despised serving and instead applied a thorough topping to each of the girl’s exposed breasts until they were buried under veritable mountains of the white cream.
Then giggling with delight, the manager produced a small shaker of their signature drink’s iconic garnish and proceeded to sprinkle just enough pumpkin pie spice over each of the girl’s bound breasts, thus transforming Katie into the human coffee ad that would’ve had customers lining up around the block for a taste!
Chuckling to herself as she lastly grabbed a fat, red-tipped permanent marker that they used for making promotional signs, Amy thought for a moment and then christened her masterpiece with a special title that her friend would have to wait until she got released to be able to see, signing #PSL Slut in big red letters right in the middle of the bound girl’s naked belly.
“There we go!” the boss announced happily as she slipped the cap back onto her marker.
Licking a small amount of whipped cream off the poor girl’s chest, Amy added with a smile, “Yummy!” before depositing a playful dab on the very tip of the helpless girl’s nose and then turning for the door, which as expected elicited another round of panic from Katie.
Turning back to address her employee, Amy scolded Katie with a stern look, “So I’m going to give you a while here to cool down – when I come back, I expect to find the pleasant, more tolerably bitchy Katie here waiting for me or I’ll call Jason to come in and cover for the rest of your shift and you can spend the entire day in here reflecting on how delighted you are that pumpkin season is here upon us once again!”
“Mmmmmmmppppppphhhhhhh!!!” Katie screamed into her gag, shaking her head as her friend and superior turned and unlocked the door, but Amy only looked over her shoulder as she warned the girl…
“Careful – I wouldn’t be too loud in here if I were you. I’m not the only one with keys to this stockroom and I can’t be watching the door to steer your coworkers away all day.”
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