Always Wear Your Mask (F/F)
Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2021 1:06 am
Janice was tired of all these people at her mall not wearing their mask. Guys in red hats brazenly criticizing people for wearing them while claiming that the “chinese virus” is a hoax, punk teenagers wearing their masks down around their chin, and the “Karens” throwing a massive fit about their rights being taken away from them.
Stephanie was a Karen in all but name. Janice sighed whenever she walked into her store, taking a deep breath and trying to keep her composure. She tried to return things that were clearly worn, attempted to use coupons that expired months ago, and complained when someone didn’t give into her insane demands. Janice had held contempt for her for years, but the pandemic brought it all to a head. She walked into the store wearing Lululemon leggings, a grey pullover sweater, and white sneakers and started browsing. The mask she was wearing was thin, loose, and barely covering her mouth. It looked like it might have been made of lace. She picked out a blue dress and went over to the counter, demanding the dressing room to be unlocked.
“Thank god you people finally had enough sense to reopen your dressing rooms. I was just sure that you’d go out of business and this place would turn into one of those horrid calendar stores for Christmas.” Stephanie complained.
“You know you really should be wearing a proper mask.” Janice said. “And it’s supposed to cover your nose, otherwise it does nothing to stop the spread.
“Listen here.” Stephenie replied. “Your manager would not like hearing you speak to me like that. I spend a lot of money here, and they wouldn’t want to lose the business over a fake virus. So open the door, or we’re going to have a problem.”
Janice held her tongue and opened the door for her. Often she could let it go, but this woman had provoked her. Janice’s daughter was a nurse who called her after every shift in tears. The combination of losing patients along with having to work every day since June and the fear of her dying lead Janice to her breaking point. This caused her to grab the roll of packing tape and a proper disposable mask and head into the dressing room.
Stephanie was a complete bitch, but she was a trophy wife. She was in her early thirties while her husband was in his late sixties. Her perky chest was the result of the best breast money could buy. Her long blonde hair was filled with expensive extensions. Her waist was still firm and slim, mostly because she never had any children. She had taken off her clothes and a mask, standing there in her bra and panties with two little white ankle socks. “What the fuck are you doing in here?!?”
Janice didn’t respond, she just pushed her up against the wall, pulling her hands behind her back. She struggled with every bit of strength that she had, but it was useless. Janice, while she looked like a normal woman, was stronger than most men. She grew up on a farm and was able to bale hay and chop firewood better than her brothers. She held the stuck up bitch against her will, wrapping tape around her wrist. She then wrapped the tape above and below her breast.
From there Janice put her on the ground and taped up her ankles. She did the same above and below her knees. Stephanie was begging to be let go, but Janice paid no mind to her. “Stuff a sock in it, bitch.”
That’s exactly what Janice did. She peeled Stephanie’s socks off of her feet and tried to put them in her mouth. When she refused, Janice pitched her nose, causing her to have to open her mouth. She jammed them in and sealed them with a few strips of tape. She then rolled her onto her back. Stephanie had her thighs and calves taped together and her wrists taped to her waist. Janice then took the mask and placed it over her face, properly covering it for the first time.
“If I come back and find that you’ve taken this off you’re going to be in big trouble.” Janice warned.
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After dragging Stephanie into the supply closet, Janice went back to work. She had a few customers filter through, but no one stayed long. It was a Wednesday, and Wednesdays just aren't busy. After she closed down the store, she went in to check on Stephanie.
Her makeup was stained with tears. The mask that was put on her was on the other side of the room. “What did I tell you bitch?”
Stephaine started crying again. Janice wasn’t having any of it. She put the mask back on her face and laid her face down. She spent a good time spanking the bound woman. She stopped when her ass was bright red. “I know what to do with you.”
Janice placed her inside of a large box and loaded it up on a cart. She brought it down to the freight entrance. She loaded it into the back of her truck and started driving home. Janice was divorced and lived alone in a large farm house. After she left that sorry bastard she used to call her husband, she finally acknowledged that she was more attracted to other women. She had a long affair with a rather kinky gal. She loved to be tied up and tormented.
Janice took Stephanie out of the box and cut the tape on her legs. Stephanie had worked off the mask again, so Janice picked it back up and put it in her back pocket. Janice then grabbed a fist full of her hair and led her into the house’s basement. Inside an old cellar Janice had built a dungeon. There was a wide assortment of different toys. Stephine started crying again, so Janice took a blindfold off the wall and bucleked it on her. She then grabbed a riding crop and whipped her most sensitive areas. “Keep fidgeting and you’ll regret it.”
She took off her panties and put them on the table. Smothering lubricant on her pussy and in her ass, Janice then led her over to a chair in the middle of the room with two pegs sticking out of it. Stephaie was lowered onto the chair, with both pegs finding their way inside of her. Steaphine let out a low moan through her gag. Janice then strapped her legs at the ankles and knees to the chair. She then cut the tape off of her arms. She pulled her bra off, letting Stephanie's boobs swing free. She strapped her midsection to the chair and her wrist handcuffed behind her. Janice then took the tape off of her mouth, stuffed her panties in her mouth along with the socks, and popped a ball gag in on top of everything. Janice fastened it tightly behind her head. She couldn't make a sound.
Janice stood back to admire her work. “Ooh, I know what’s missing.” she said. She played with her nipples, causing them to become erect. She then used butterfly clamps on her nipples. “Don’t worry, when this pandemic is over and it’s safe to resume normal life I’ll probably let you out.”
Stephanie was a Karen in all but name. Janice sighed whenever she walked into her store, taking a deep breath and trying to keep her composure. She tried to return things that were clearly worn, attempted to use coupons that expired months ago, and complained when someone didn’t give into her insane demands. Janice had held contempt for her for years, but the pandemic brought it all to a head. She walked into the store wearing Lululemon leggings, a grey pullover sweater, and white sneakers and started browsing. The mask she was wearing was thin, loose, and barely covering her mouth. It looked like it might have been made of lace. She picked out a blue dress and went over to the counter, demanding the dressing room to be unlocked.
“Thank god you people finally had enough sense to reopen your dressing rooms. I was just sure that you’d go out of business and this place would turn into one of those horrid calendar stores for Christmas.” Stephanie complained.
“You know you really should be wearing a proper mask.” Janice said. “And it’s supposed to cover your nose, otherwise it does nothing to stop the spread.
“Listen here.” Stephenie replied. “Your manager would not like hearing you speak to me like that. I spend a lot of money here, and they wouldn’t want to lose the business over a fake virus. So open the door, or we’re going to have a problem.”
Janice held her tongue and opened the door for her. Often she could let it go, but this woman had provoked her. Janice’s daughter was a nurse who called her after every shift in tears. The combination of losing patients along with having to work every day since June and the fear of her dying lead Janice to her breaking point. This caused her to grab the roll of packing tape and a proper disposable mask and head into the dressing room.
Stephanie was a complete bitch, but she was a trophy wife. She was in her early thirties while her husband was in his late sixties. Her perky chest was the result of the best breast money could buy. Her long blonde hair was filled with expensive extensions. Her waist was still firm and slim, mostly because she never had any children. She had taken off her clothes and a mask, standing there in her bra and panties with two little white ankle socks. “What the fuck are you doing in here?!?”
Janice didn’t respond, she just pushed her up against the wall, pulling her hands behind her back. She struggled with every bit of strength that she had, but it was useless. Janice, while she looked like a normal woman, was stronger than most men. She grew up on a farm and was able to bale hay and chop firewood better than her brothers. She held the stuck up bitch against her will, wrapping tape around her wrist. She then wrapped the tape above and below her breast.
From there Janice put her on the ground and taped up her ankles. She did the same above and below her knees. Stephanie was begging to be let go, but Janice paid no mind to her. “Stuff a sock in it, bitch.”
That’s exactly what Janice did. She peeled Stephanie’s socks off of her feet and tried to put them in her mouth. When she refused, Janice pitched her nose, causing her to have to open her mouth. She jammed them in and sealed them with a few strips of tape. She then rolled her onto her back. Stephanie had her thighs and calves taped together and her wrists taped to her waist. Janice then took the mask and placed it over her face, properly covering it for the first time.
“If I come back and find that you’ve taken this off you’re going to be in big trouble.” Janice warned.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
After dragging Stephanie into the supply closet, Janice went back to work. She had a few customers filter through, but no one stayed long. It was a Wednesday, and Wednesdays just aren't busy. After she closed down the store, she went in to check on Stephanie.
Her makeup was stained with tears. The mask that was put on her was on the other side of the room. “What did I tell you bitch?”
Stephaine started crying again. Janice wasn’t having any of it. She put the mask back on her face and laid her face down. She spent a good time spanking the bound woman. She stopped when her ass was bright red. “I know what to do with you.”
Janice placed her inside of a large box and loaded it up on a cart. She brought it down to the freight entrance. She loaded it into the back of her truck and started driving home. Janice was divorced and lived alone in a large farm house. After she left that sorry bastard she used to call her husband, she finally acknowledged that she was more attracted to other women. She had a long affair with a rather kinky gal. She loved to be tied up and tormented.
Janice took Stephanie out of the box and cut the tape on her legs. Stephanie had worked off the mask again, so Janice picked it back up and put it in her back pocket. Janice then grabbed a fist full of her hair and led her into the house’s basement. Inside an old cellar Janice had built a dungeon. There was a wide assortment of different toys. Stephine started crying again, so Janice took a blindfold off the wall and bucleked it on her. She then grabbed a riding crop and whipped her most sensitive areas. “Keep fidgeting and you’ll regret it.”
She took off her panties and put them on the table. Smothering lubricant on her pussy and in her ass, Janice then led her over to a chair in the middle of the room with two pegs sticking out of it. Stephaie was lowered onto the chair, with both pegs finding their way inside of her. Steaphine let out a low moan through her gag. Janice then strapped her legs at the ankles and knees to the chair. She then cut the tape off of her arms. She pulled her bra off, letting Stephanie's boobs swing free. She strapped her midsection to the chair and her wrist handcuffed behind her. Janice then took the tape off of her mouth, stuffed her panties in her mouth along with the socks, and popped a ball gag in on top of everything. Janice fastened it tightly behind her head. She couldn't make a sound.
Janice stood back to admire her work. “Ooh, I know what’s missing.” she said. She played with her nipples, causing them to become erect. She then used butterfly clamps on her nipples. “Don’t worry, when this pandemic is over and it’s safe to resume normal life I’ll probably let you out.”