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Thank you, thank you, thank you. Yes, I know it is boring to say it again and again, but your comments keep me going and (at times) give me ideas I had not thought off.

A new chapter can be found below, although I am giving a heads up, it is a little light on ropes. But there is a gag... a real HOM.
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Chapter 44

“How much did you buy?” I asked Elsa when she walked towards the rental where I was waiting for her.

She grinned, showing me the 5 large bags, she carried.

“I needed some new clothes; somebody keeps cutting them up. And this Walmart was huge, they had so much stuff, I could have bought lots more, but I know the truck does not have that much space.”

I laughed. The Walmart Superstore at Samuell Boulevard was indeed large, it had everything that Elsa needed, and it was only 2 miles from where we left the truck. I opened the trunk of the little red Ford and Elsa placed the bag in the trunk, before getting in the passenger seat.

“What now?” She asked when I got into the driver’s seat.

It was a hot afternoon, temperature had gone up to just past 90 and the humidity was high, so it felt like 100 degrees. And, unfortunately, the little red car did not have air conditioning. While I had been waiting for Elsa to finish her shopping, I had rolled down all the windows, all 2 of them.

“I have another store I want to visit.” I told her, not giving any specifics.

I looked at my blond hitchhiker, her hair up in what was her regular style, a ponytail. The heat caused her to sweat, and her t-shirt soaked up most of the water, causing wet spots at certain parts of her body. My muscle shirt was also wet in several locations.

“Far?”

“About 30 minutes.” I stated, starting the engine so that we at least had some air going through the car.

Elsa leaned back in her seat, closing her eyes. I steered the car onto Interstate 30 East until we hit Interstate 635 North. It felt weird driving this little car, as I mostly drove my big truck. Traffic was busy and I really missed my own truck. This Ford Escort was just a small car and I kind of felt very small driving between those large SUV’s and transport trucks. We hit a traffic jam just past Woodbridge. Luckily, it was not an awfully long one, a car had broken down and everybody passing had to rubberneck to see what was going on, causing the delay. The police office trying to get traffic going was clearly frustrated by all cars that slowed down. Once we past the incident scene, traffic flowed well.

“It is warm today.” Elsa said. “We don’t get temperatures like this much in Sweden. And we definitely do get a lot less humidity.”

“Sweden is a lot further north then Dallas.” I grinned.

Elsa grabbed her phone and started browsing.

“Did you know that Dallas is the same distance from the equator than the northern part of Africa, like Morocco, Algeria and Tunisia. No wonder it can be warm here.” Elsa said, not looking up from her phone. “The average temperature in June is 96F.”

For a moment she stopped talking and I could see when I glanced at her, she was doing some calculations in her head.

“That is 36 Celsius. The average temperature in Stockholm is 23 Celsius, which is 74 Fahrenheit.”

“Thank god we have air-conditioning.” I grinned, although currently we were without.

At least while we drove, the incoming air helped a little. Not that it was cool, just the fact that you felt a breeze helped.

“Did you know that the Fahrenheit scale was developed by a Dutch physicist?” Elsa asked me.

“Nope, I did not.”

We turned onto Dallas North Tollway at exit 22B. I had already seen that the car had an NTTA toll tag, so I knew we could use the toll-road. Taking the President George Bush Turnpike east, brought us to where we were heading, The Spot Boutique on Preston Road.

“Oh, I like this.” Elsa said, looking at the store front.

I parked the car and we walked up to the building, just another store in a small mall, but the display window showed a couple of mannequins dressed in sexy lingerie. At least they had air-conditioning and it was a relieve to enter the cooler atmosphere after that warm drive.

“Good afternoon.” A young woman greeted us from behind the counter. “If I can help you with anything let me know, my name is Chyou. Feel free to browse.”

“Thank you, Chyou.” I replied.

Chyou walked around the counter towards us. For a moment I stared at her, my member stirring in my shorts. It was easy to see she was from Chinese origin; she had that eastern beauty that western men like so much. Her long black straight hair hung over one shoulder, the black wetlook sleeveless collared dress fit her like a second skin, the front zipper lowered to just below her firm breasts, showing a lot of cleavage. The short dress barely covered her rear and accentuated her long legs. The black strappy shoes with 3-inch heels made her even taller.

“Uhm.” Elsa grunted next to me.

It broke my concentration and I turned towards Elsa, who was smiling at me.

“Think you can stop undressing her and tell me what we’re doing here?”

Chyou laughed.

“I have this effect on men, and some women. Don’t worry, they all stare the first time coming here. Are you looking for something specific?”

Her English was without an Asian accent, which probably meant she was born here and not in China. With an easygoing demeanor and great looks, she was the perfect salesperson for a store like this.

“Yeah, why are we here?” Elsa joked.

Both women laughed and I blushed a little. For a moment I completely forgot what I was doing and just stood there. I really needed to get my act together in moments like this, as Chyou and Elsa proved I was easily enough to distract.

“He’s cute.” Chyou said to Elsa, who grinned and nodded.

“Euh… What?” I finally got control of my brain again and looked at Elsa, before turning my attention to Chyou.

“This lady would like some lingerie.” I blurted.

“Oh? Am I?” Elsa grinned, still playing me. “Maybe something like Chyou is wearing, to go with the leather single-glove Denise gave me? You would not be able to keep your eyes on the road.”

I knew she was right, as it would make her hot looking. My body reacted to the thought and I noticed that Elsa noticed too, a sly smile on her face.

“Having fun?” She said, stepping in front of me, putting her right hand on my crotch and kissing me.

It did not look like Chyou was offended by what Elsa did, the smile on her face only got bigger.

“You are into bondage, I understand?” She asked.

“Yeah, he likes to tie me up and then fuck another woman while I am helplessly bound and gagged, but able to hear it all.” Elsa replied.

The answer did not seem to phase Chyou. The tall Chinese woman just nodded.

“I hope you get some occasionally.” She replied.

“Oh, occasionally.” Elsa laughed.

To my surprise Elsa walked over to Chyou, who had been standing only a few feet away, and kissed her full on the mouth. If Chyou was surprised by the move, she did not show, as she reacted to the kiss by putting her arms around Elsa and returning the kiss. Elsa’s hands roamed the Chinese beauties body, while Chyou pressed her left leg between Elsa’s legs. I stared in disbelieve. These women had only met a few minutes ago and they were kissing like they were longtime lovers. Don’t get me wrong, it was hot, and my dick reacted to it, it was just unexpected.

“Euh…”

I did not really know what to do. Elsa had lowered the zipper of Chyou’s dress a little more and her hands were playing with the Asian breasts, while one of Chyou’s hands was rummaging through Elsa’s long blond hair, having undone the elastic that kept her hair in the ponytail. It was probably a good thing there was nobody else in the store.

“Wow.” Elsa said when the two women finally let go after a few minutes.

“You know, maybe we should tie him up and have another round? Will make him feel like you when he does that to you.” Chyou added in response.

My body reacted and I turned red again.

“He is cute. And you are hot.” Chyou said to Elsa.

Elsa did up her ponytail again and Chyou pulled the zipper of her dress up to where it had been before, just below her breasts.

“Any specific type of lingerie?” She asked me, as if nothing had happened.

My mind was still processing what just had happened, but Elsa had already moved on and pointed at some of the displays.

“Something like that, I like.” She stated matter of fact.

“Let me show you a few things.” Chyou said, taking Elsa by the arm and walking towards the section of the store that housed the clothing lines.

Finally, my brain shifted into gear. I followed the two women and looked at what Chyou was showing Elsa. Imagining her in the different outfits was not difficult.

“You like this one?” Elsa asked me, holding up a frilly dark red lingerie set, consisting of a 3 pieces garter set.

“That will look great on you.” I said, getting my confidence back.

“Why don’t you try it on?” Chyou said when Elsa showed me a black corset style bodysuit with a zippered front and cross straps above the breasts.

While Elsa went into the changeroom, Chyou walked to the front door of the store and turned the open sign off and locked the front door.

“Don’t think we’ll see anybody else tonight anymore.” She grinned, turning off some of the lights in the store.

Elsa came out of the changing room, her blond hair hanging down loose again, the corset style clothing hugging her forms, lifting, as if that were needed, her breasts. The straps running above her breasts creating the illusion of straps holding her bound.

“Wow.” I said, looking at the woman who was sharing her life with me.

Something stirred inside of me again. Chyou walked up to Elsa and adjusted a strap, before turning her around and showing her off to me.

“Really fits her well.” Chyou said, a smile on her face while cupping Elsa’s breasts from behind.

Elsa grinned and leaned back into the Chinese woman. I knew from after the time we spend at Mandy and Megan that Elsa had wondered if she liked women too. To me it looked she found the answer to that question. Chyou kissed Elsa’s neck, her hands still kneading Elsa’s breasts. The scene was hot and made my manhood push itself against my shorts.

“Like it?” Chyou asked.

Not sure the question was directed at me or Elsa. I was not sure it mattered, as it looked like she did not need an answer anyway. Her left hand lowered the front zipper of the garment Elsa was wearing and her hand slid inside. Elsa’s breathing became heavier, and a low moan escaped her lips. Her head leaned back towards Chyou.

“Don’t stop.” She whispered, almost too soft for me to hear.

It did not look like Chyou had any inkling of stopping. The fire burning inside Elsa’s loins felt like a volcano and it was obvious that the Chinese woman knew exactly what she was doing as the body of Elsa tensed and a scream tried to escape her lips. Before she could finish the scream, Chyou’s free hand covered her mouth and muffled the sound.

“Not so loud my love, not so loud.”

“Hmmppffff.” Elsa grunted in the hand gag, climaxing right in front of me.

The moans, as Chyou did not remove her hands, kept coming. I could see how Chyou’s hand was still playing with Elsa’s clit, extending the orgasm for her. I could see how her body tensed, but the hand stayed in place, muffling any sounds Elsa wanted to make.

“Enjoying the show?” Chyou asked, looking at me.

As usual, I did not know what to say or do. I never had two women go at it like Elsa and Chyou were doing and therefore I did not know what to answer. In the end I just nodded. Chyou grinned. Elsa’s climax was over, and she leaned against Chyou, exhausted from the high she just experienced.

“Herregud, det var en första. Jag hade aldrig gjort det så.” Elsa said, not noticing she was speaking Swedish.

“Wǒ de róngxìng.” Chyou answered in Chinese.

“Oh, sorry.” Elsa laughed.

Chyou let go of Elsa and stepped around her, kissing her on the lips.

“Glad you enjoyed that.” She said, a genuine smile on her face.

“That was not what I expected to happen when we walked in here.” Elsa said.

Chyou laughed.

“We go the extra mile for our special clients.” She replied.

“You can say that again.” I stated.

“I assume you are buying this set?” Chyou asked, pointing at what Elsa was wearing. “We can’t take back used goods.”

“Hell yeah.” The Swedish blond said, looking at herself in the mirror.

I had no idea what it would cost, but I agreed.

“Why the hand over the mouth?” Elsa asked, looking at Chyou.

“Because you were noisy.” She grinned. “And your eyes look great over a gag.”

“I know.” I said, thinking about all the times I had looked into those eyes, even when she was not gagged.

“I bet you look great in bondage too. Your tits are nice and firm, even better than mine. And you look flexible enough to have your elbows tied together.” Chyou said, looking at Elsa.

“You want to tie me up, is that it?”

Chyou laughed. Elsa laughed too, which did not surprise me. I was always impressed by the way Elsa handled situations, her openness and honesty were great to see.

“Yes, if you want. I would love to do a Kinbaku on you.”

“Kinbaku?” Elsa asked. "I have been tied in a Shibari, but I never heard of a Kinbaku."

Chyou walked over to the counter and came back with a tablet. She showed Elsa some photos.

“That looks really difficult to tie.” Elsa said, looking intensely at the photos.

“Shibari is derived from Hojojutsu, a martial art used in the Edo period, which was between 1600 and the mid-1800s, by the Samurai to arrest and restrain prisoners with rope. Often prisoners were publicly shamed by being displayed tied in ropes, which usually conveyed their class and crime, before execution or imprisonment. Shibari is more the decorative way of tying, Kinbaku is the tighter version.”

“So, you want to tie me tight, instead of decorative?”

“No, Kinbaku is tight AND decorative.”

“Okay, I am game. What do I need to do, other than visit the washroom?”
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Tugs are important, but are not everything. This chapter is hot, hot, hot. And it appears that it is going to get even more interesting.
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Already looking forward to the Shibari lesson :) [mention]slackywacky[/mention] I admire your dialogues! Especially the nonverbal ones in this Chapter :) Seriously hot stuff!
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Slacky as usual the chapter was worth the wait. For whatever reason, your writing always flows very naturally, making it easy to read. I also can't wait for the shibari.

Only one thing threw me off: Elsa mentioned the average temperature in Oslo. Did I miss somethi g or does she have Norwegian roots as well?
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Beaumains wrote: 2 years ago Did I miss somethi g or does she have Norwegian roots as well?
No, she is Swedish. I corrected the geographical error.
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GreyLord wrote: 2 years ago Tugs are important, but are not everything.
I agree and this chapter flowed well enough without any restraints ;)

Writing this chapter was interesting. When I started this chapter, I knew they needed to do some shopping, and I figured nobody would be interested in the Walmart part of the shopping, but I did have no idea what I would do with the second store. But once they walked into the door, things just flowed and the chapter was written pretty quick. I think total writing time for this chapter was just under 3 hours. Could have been faster if I could type with 10 fingers... :lol:
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This might be your best chapter in my opinion! Wonderful written, I hope to read the next part soon :D maybe Jack will get some attention soon, too! It would be interesting if he would get tied some time
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FabianStr2016 wrote: 2 years ago This might be your best chapter in my opinion! Wonderful written
Thank you, appreciate the comment. And with regards to Jack getting tied... I considered it for the this chapter, but decided to not do it. That does not mean it might not happen, just not at this time.
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Damn. I guess I need to read the fiction section more often! This last chapter was hot
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Amazing update. Love how you effortlessly flow from one chapter to another and it never seems forced with all these updates. You are an excellent writer. I really did enjoy this chapter. I can't wait for Chyou to string Elsa up like a marionette and gag her. A friendly east versus west rivalry.
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bourbonbeard wrote: 2 years ago Damn. I guess I need to read the fiction section more often! This last chapter was hot
This story has been going for a while, but you are correct, it is a good idea to check in this forum occasionally :P
There are some very good writers on this board.

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dogrednuht123 wrote: 2 years ago Amazing update. Love how you effortlessly flow from one chapter to another and it never seems forced with all these updates. You are an excellent writer.
Thank you for the kind words. I try. Having three main stories going is sometimes a pain, since I want to update them all regularly, but sometimes you just want to continue with the story just updated, but I force myself to keep doing each story. I just updated All in the family, so Bondage Model by Choice is next and then Elsa will get her turn again. The Hitchhiker story gets longer updates than the other stories anyway.

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Thanks for the reply. I really appreciate it.

I actually read this update over and normally I don't do that but it was such a great chapter that I completely did not expect. Without stealing your thunder but I am hoping Elsa replaces one of the mannequins in the front window when Chyou puts her in Kinbaku in order to publicly humiliate her since you took a moment to explain shibari and kinbaku. I may be reading into it, but I'm hoping you are foreshadowing that upcoming event. If not, a guy can always dream.

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Great update as always
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nayte4767 wrote: 2 years ago Great update as always
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Chapter 45

“Elsa is not shy, right?” Chyou asked me.

The question made me grin. I did not think Elsa knew the meaning of the word.

“You ask me, if the woman who kissed you full on the mouth after being in the store for only a few minutes, is shy?”

“Okay, stupid question, I know.” She laughed. “I should have known better.”

Still with a smile on her face, Chyou walked over to the display window and removed two of the mannequins that were displaying some of the lingerie. My eyes followed her, the wetlook dress clinging to her body like a second skin, the curves of her bodacious ass clearly visible.

“You think she minds being on display?”

“I don’t know. Last time I walked her bound, gagged, and blindfolded in public, I did not gave her much of a chance. But we were in the middle of a national park and there was not much traffic.”

“Maybe I will not give her an option either.” Chyou grinned, walking back to the back part of the store, where there was an open area, my eyes glued to her cleavage.

The area could be used for demonstrations, or videos, as there was a projector mounted to the ceiling. In this case Chyou used it to lay out several bundles of hemp rope, more rope I thought than what would be needed to tie Elsa, but I knew that Shibari could use a lot of rope based on the tie that was selected. She turned some more lights off, leaving the demonstration area as the only well litt area.

“Okay, ready.” Elsa said, walking back to where we were standing. “Oh, wow, that is a lot of rope.”

Standing a little to the side, my brain was telling me that I was the luckiest man in the world. Two gorgeous women were standing in front of me, both dressed in tight fitting fetish gear, showing lots of cleavage, and one of them was going to tie the other one up.

“We might not use it all.” Chyou said. “Or we might.”

She indicated to Elsa to come to the middle of the demonstration area, a soft light blue material covered the floor of the area. Slowly Elsa walked to where Chyou stood. I could see she was showing off her body to me, and probably Chyou too, walking slowly, swaying her hips. The black corset style bodysuit showed off her lean body and full breasts. Her blond hair hanging loose over her shoulders.

“Tease.” I said, which caused her to smile.

As she was standing before Chyou, facing the Chinese woman who was taller than Elsa, Chyou placed her hands on Elsa shoulders and turned her around. Now facing away from Chyou, Elsa suddenly felt Chyou’s lips on her neck and her hands on her breasts again.

“Kinbaku is more than just tying somebody up. The connection between the rigger and the model plays a big part in the scene. The translation of Kinbaku, tight, relates just as much to the bondage as to the relation.” Chyou explained while kissing Elsa’s neck.

I could tell Elsa was enjoying herself. Her breath had sped up, her body showed signs of arousal and she pressed herself again against the woman standing behind her. My own body was reacting too, the bulge in my pants was clearly visible.

“You think he likes what he is seeing?” Elsa asked softly.

Both women grinned. Chyou picked up a rope from the floor and softly and slowly took Elsa’s hands and moved them horizontally behind her back. Expertly she tied a basic double column with two loops around Elsa’s lower arms. The rope was long and Chyou ran a loop around Elsa upper body, just above those firm magnificent breasts. After running the rope back to the wrist bondage, another loop followed, skillfully placed right above the first loop. The four strands of rope dug into Elsa’s upper arms as Chyou pulled them tight. Nothing excessive, but there was truly little slack.

“Like it?” Chyou whispered.

It was easy to see that Elsa was enjoying it. Her nipples were trying to poke holes in the bodysuit. Chyou wrapped a loop around Elsa’s body just below her breasts, running it back to the center knots above her bound wrists. A second loop followed, as meticulously placed as the first one. The rope got wrapped around the center of ropes above Elsa’s wrists. Expertly Chyou took a new rope, uncoiled it, and connected it to the rope that was already wrapped around Elsa, extending it for more wraps. First, she cinched the ropes at each arm that ran under Elsa’s breasts, than wraps were lovingly applied around Elsa’s waist. Every rope came back to that center between her shoulder blades and bound hands. Chyou helped Elsa down on the floor in a sitting position.

“You have a great body for this.” Chyou said, taking more rope from where she had put it on the floor.

After uncoiling the rope, Chyou looped it over a shiny metal ring that was suspended from the ceiling and ran it several times between the center of the ropes around Elsa’s body to the ring above her. The ropes were pulled taught enough to make Elsa sit straight up, but her rear still touched the floor, albeit barely.

“Now for those lovely legs.”

Chyou walked over to Elsa after grabbing a new rope and grabbed Elsa’s chin with one hand, before kissing her. The kiss lasted for a long time, at least in my opinion, and both women seem to enjoy it.

“Hmmm, back to work.” Chyou said, licking her lips, tasting Elsa, and looking at me and smiling.

She sat down where Elsa’s ankles were and started on a double column at her ankles, working her way up Elsa’s legs, wrapping around the legs every 2 inches, looping the rope around itself every separate loop. Extending the rope several times, she worked her way all the way up Elsa’s upper legs. There was no cinching the ropes, just wrapping it around itself, but the sheer amount and tightness made sure the ropes did not slip.

“That looks nice.” I said.

“Thank you.” Chyou replied, extending the rope she had used on Elsa’s legs yet again.

Elsa had her eyes closed, her breathing fast, but deep. I could tell she was enjoying the feeling of being tied up. With the final loops around Elsa’s legs just below her hips, Elsa was helpless. The two loops around her wrists might look like they were easy to escape from, but there was no knot to untie and the ropes around her arms prevented her from being able to move her elbows outwards, which in turn prevented her from slipping the ropes over her wrists.

“Want more?” Chyou asked Elsa.

The bright smile on Elsa’s face told the rigger more than enough. Grabbing more rope, Chyou worked at Elsa’s ankles and connected the rope to the ring hanging above her. The same ring that was connected to the ropes behind Elsa’s back. Pulling on the rope had the effect that Elsa’s legs were pulled off the floor, only her rear end was still touching. They were not pulled high, only about a foot in the air.

“Hmmmmmmmmm.” Elsa murmured, losing herself in the moment.

It was not even like she was fighting her bonds, it was more she caressed them, feeling the many strands holding her body in a nice tight hug. For me it was clear she was in a different headspace. Elsa’s breathing changed and her body tensed, a low moan escaping her lips as she experienced an orgasm. Her movements caused her to turn sideways, her rear end losing touch with the ground. With the rope to the ring connected between her shoulder blades and the bound wrists behind her back, her upper body reacted, and Elsa hung in the ropes, fully suspended except for her head.

“Let me help you.” Chyou softly said, helping Elsa sit straight up again.

With yet more rope, Chyou worked on Elsa, creating a web that prevented her from falling over again, connecting her body and knees. It did not take long before Elsa went through a second orgasm, her body tensing against the ropes. Ropes that held her body in the tight embrace they were meant to do, without hurting. Chyou walked over to where I was standing, stopping in front of me and bringing her mouth to my ear.

“Are you going to do what you did to her before?” She whispered.

It took me a moment to understand what she meant. As a tease to me, she lowered the zipper of her dress, showing more of those two perfectly sized mounds. I knew she was teasing me, testing me to see how I would react. But, as I said before, I am not always sure what woman mean when they say things to me, but I was not going to do this to Elsa again.

“Maybe another time.” I answered.

The smile on Chyou’s face only got wider, I could see that was the answer she wanted me to say.

“Right answer, my friend, right answer.”

She walked back to Elsa and started to remove the ropes between the ring and Elsa’s body. First the one that kept her legs up in the air, allowing Elsa to touch the floor again with her legs, than the one between the ring and the main center of the tie. Leaving Elsa sitting on the floor for a moment, Chyou walked to a closet and grabbed a few things.

“Let’s put you on display.” She said when she walked back to Elsa.

In her hand she had a ballgag and a bright red and white Chinese style scarf. Elsa opened her mouth wide when Chyou pressed the big yellow ball to her lips. It was a large size and it plopped behind Elsa’s teeth. To me it looked like she was not even able to push the ball out with her tongue, even if the strap was not tightened. Not that I would find out today, as Chyou did tightly strap the gag in place. I did not think a ballgag was very Shibari, but it looked like Chyou was way ahead of me, as she folded the scarf and placed it over the ballgag, covering Elsa’s face from chin to just over her nose. With the scarf in place, it was impossible to see that Elsa was gagged with a ballgag underneath.

“That will keep you silent.” Chyou grinned.

“Hmmppppfffff.” Our bound captive woman grunted to confirm the statement.

“Can you lift her up for me?” Chyou asked me.

Without trouble I picked up my bound beauty. Ropes still tightly circled her body and there was no way she would get out by herself, but it was obvious that Elsa was not trying to get out, as she did not fight me.

“Place her in the window.” Chyou pointed.

The spot where the two mannequins had been empty and large enough for Elsa. With the ropes holding her upper body to her knees, there was little she could do. Her eyes betrayed her as they showed a little bit of fear, fear of being on display for everybody to see, but then her Swedish nature kicked in. I imagined she was just telling herself this was nothing different from running naked from the sauna in her Swedish house to the lake outside.

“Let’s give her some lights.”

I saw Chyou walk to the light switches and turn on the lights that she had turned off earlier in the evening. With the lights on it was hard to see if there was anybody outside, but it was after closing time and the store was in a small mall, with no big box store. And from a distance it was probably hard to see if Elsa was a plastic mannequin or a real person.

“Let me take a few photos.” I said, grabbing my phone.

So far, I had completely forgotten that I had a phone and could take pictures. I was too engrossed in what Chyou was doing. Chyou unlocked the door, giving me a change to take some pictures form the outside, even turning on the ‘Open’ sign. Once I walked in, she turned the light off again and locked the door.

“Very nice work.” I said, while taking some close-ups.

While I was checking the photos I had taken, Chyou had walked up to Elsa and ran her hands over the bound woman. There were very few areas Chyou did not go, and it was not difficult to see and hear that Elsa was getting aroused again. Another orgasm rolled by fast, but Chyou kept playing with Elsa bound body.

“Hmmppffff, hmmppffff, hmppff.”

I had no idea what Elsa was trying to convene to me, the ball in her mouth doing a perfect job of making intelligent conversations impossible.

“You think we should let her go?”

The question came way to soon for me, but I imagined after several orgasms that Elsa would not mind getting out of the extensive ropework. I could see Elsa’s bright blue eyes looking at Chyou.

“Okay, for this time. Next time you are here, you might experience the full treatment.” The tall woman said, before starting to untie Elsa.

Her answer made me wonder what this had been, as this was not the ‘full treatment’. As lovingly and expertly Chyou had tied the ropes, she released them from Elsa’s body. Hemp rope leaves genuinely nice rope marks and I figured, based on how tight Elsa had been bound, that she would have rope marks for a few hours, but that was nothing new for my Swedish hitchhiker since she met up with me.

“That was incredible.” I said, thoroughly having enjoyed the show.

“Elsa is a great model, reacting exactly what I had hoped for.” Chyou replied. “There are not many models like her. You are one lucky man.”
I nodded. Having Elsa in my life had changed my luck. I was meeting all kinds of interesting people and it was all due to this gorgeous blond woman.

“There you go, love.”

Elsa was freed from the last rope, the double column on her wrists and the ballgag. Before Chyou could turn away, Elsa grabbed her and kissed her passionately.

“Thank you. That was fantastic.” Elsa said after she finally let go of the other woman.

Chyou grinned.

“I know you guys have to go, so let me get you the bill for your purchase, while Elsa changes, as I suspect she might not want to run around dressed in that hot piece of clothing.”

“I don’t mind.” I replied, without even thinking.

“Duh, I know you would not mind. If it had been up to you, I would still be tied up. And you probably would have fucked Chyou while I was helpless, but close enough by to hear it.” Elsa countered.

Her laugh told me she was jerking me around and while Chyou prepared the bill for the different pieces of clothing and some other articles, Elsa changed back to her regular clothes.

“Drop by any time.” Chyou said after I paid the bill.

She walked around the counter and opened the door. When I walked by her, she grabbed me and kissed me full on the mouth. This one also lasted a little longer, until Elsa grinned.

“That was your reward.” Chyou said, before Elsa and I walked towards the red Ford.

“That was one hell of an evening.” I said to Elsa when I started the engine, turned on the lights and rolled down my window, as even now it was still warm and humid.

“Hmmmm, I agree. She was cute.”

Chyou was looking at us from behind the closed door and we waved one last time, before I drove the car back to where my truck was parked.
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That was soo impressive again [mention]slackywacky[/mention] It never fails to impress me how you catch the atmosphere of scene. .
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Wow. With this part it really seemed you are just showing off your writing skills. The length of these chapters make them feel so effortless while the pacing is great. This is likely the best bondage story I have read, and somehow it is just public and free for all. Thank you very much! May we keep enjoying Elsa's adventures.
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Absolutely loved the update [mention]slackywacky[/mention] . Part of me thought Chyou was going to rig both Jack and Elsa up in the display window when she removed two mannequins instead of one.

I loved the writing with the play by play as Chyou was tying Elsa. Super hot. Great job.

Excellent dialogue and banter between all the characters. Very playful.

Best part was putting Elsa on display after locking the big yellow ballgag in and covering it with an over the nose gag. The little things really made that scene for me with the lights being turned on, the Open sign coming back on and Jack taking photos as keepsakes for the monumentous occasion.

A little bummed the scene ended so quickly but did like the hint at the "Full Treatment". I have a very good idea on what that will be but don't want to ruin it. Hopefully they return back tomorrow instead of later on down the road.

My only critique and a minor one is I wish Chyou put a sign on Elsa when she was on display. Something in Chinese symbols that translated into "Being Disciplined" or "Bad Girl Being Punished".

Just my two cents but all around excellent update that was great to read despite having a good idea that was the path you were taking from the last update.

Keep up the amazing work.
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dogrednuht123 wrote: 2 years ago My only critique and a minor one is I wish Chyou put a sign on Elsa when she was on display. Something in Chinese symbols that translated into "Being Disciplined" or "Bad Girl Being Punished".
See, I never thought of that. I was too much in the scene, writing what I was seeing in my mind, trying to take those pictures in my mind and turning them into text, making sure it flowed, did not feel forced and was still realistic. But you gave me an idea for another scene, so thank you.
dogrednuht123 wrote: 2 years ago Hopefully they return back tomorrow instead of later on down the road.
Not likely, unfortunately, but who knows what will happen in the future.
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Beaumains wrote: 2 years ago Wow. With this part it really seemed you are just showing off your writing skills. The length of these chapters make them feel so effortless while the pacing is great. This is likely the best bondage story I have read, and somehow it is just public and free for all. Thank you very much! May we keep enjoying Elsa's adventures.
Dank je wel.

Greatly appreciate your comments, always looking for your insights into the story and your thoughts. There are indeed other locations I could have put this story, but this is not about making money of it, this is sharing with people who enjoy what I write.
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slackywacky wrote: 2 years ago ... but this is not about making money of it, this is sharing with people who enjoy what I write.
I would said, there are quite a few people who enjoy your writing :)

I find it fascinating how many different styles of writing you can find on this board currently. Each unique in it´s own way.
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Caesar73 wrote: 2 years ago I find it fascinating how many different styles of writing you can find on this board currently. Each unique in it´s own way.
I fully agree. Lots of diversity and something for everybody's taste.
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Chapter 46

“On the road again, just can't wait to get on the road again, the life I love is making music with my friends, and I can't wait to get on the road again.”

The brand-new duet of Alanis Morissette and Willie Nelson blared out of the speakers of the Mack Anthem truck with Elsa and me singing along. After our visit to the adult store, we had returned to where the truck and trailers were parked, and Elsa had assisted me with hooking both trailers up. I have done enough driving with a Turnpike Double, to feel comfortable doing it, but being this long, around 134 feet (or 41 meters), required some extra thought. Backing up a unit like this is not easy, so you want to prevent from getting into situations where you must do that.

“Should I try this one on?” Elsa asked me, holding up another one of the lingerie sets she, well me, since I paid for them, had bought.

I glanced back, seeing something black in her hands.

“Can’t tell. Maybe later. I need to focus on the roads.”

“Sure honey.” She replied, got up from the bed and kissed me on the cheek, her hands resting on my shoulders.

Getting back onto I-30 was not hard, but I could tell I had not driven a TPD in a while. I had decided to leave for Vegas after we got back, as travelling through Dallas at night was easier than during the day, especially since I-30 was going almost through downtown Dallas. Traffic was backed up due to a lane reduction, but still flowed decently enough that I could keep going without the gearbox constantly changing gears.

“On the right you can soon see the Reunion Tower.” I told Elsa. “I think it is like 560 feet tall.”

Maybe it used to be the tallest building in Dallas, but nowadays there were other building that passed it in height.

“Looks nice. Especially that glowing ball at the top.” Elsa said when she could see the tower.

“There is a restaurant and observation deck at the top, as most of these towers have. And if I remember correctly, the lights of the dome can be seen from 15 miles away. Google it if you want to know more about it." I suggested to Elsa.

While I slowly continued I-30, she settled in the passenger seat, looking up information about the tower.

"Wow, the tower is older than we are.” She grinned. “It was built in 1978. The floor of the Geodeck shows a map of Dallas, matching what you see from the tower.”

“I’ll take you up the tower in Vegas when we get there.” I promised.

“I like that.” Elsa replied.

After crossing the Trinity River, we got to Fort Worth where we turned onto Interstate 35W, heading north, before I turned onto US-287. We would stay on this until we hit Interstate 40 at Amarillo. But that was still a long way away. Traffic was flowing well for a while, until we got to Rhome, where road construction was squeezing everybody into a single lane again. With the slow traffic, we had been on the road for 2 hours what normally would have been a single hour, and since there was a Love’s Travel Stop, I took the exit onto TX-114 and turned left into the truck stop. The gas price was not worth filling up, plus I had filled up my tanks about 100 miles ago, so I had enough gas to get much further towards Vegas. After parking the truck along the exit road, as they did not have drive through parking spots that could handle an TPD, I grabbed my wallet.

“I’m getting coffee. You want anything?” I asked Elsa.

“Nah, that would wake me up. I’m going to relax.”

“Okay, I’ll be back soon.”

Before I walked away from the truck, I locked the doors. I did not want anybody to come in and steel our stuff. Another truck parked behind me, and the driver got out as I walked towards the main building.

“Having fun driving an TPD?” He asked in a deep baritone voice with a southern twang to it.

I suspected him to be roughly my age and in contrast to a lot of truckers, he looked slim and fit. Blond hair was visible under his ballcap. As was I, he was dressed in shorts, his were blue, a muscle shirt and sandals. A typical outfit for truckers in warmer regions. His truck was a dark green Western Star 49X with the 72” stratosphere high roof cabin with an empty flatbed as load.

“It’s been a while, but you catch on quick enough again.” I replied.

“Yep, you do. Hi, I’m Jack.” He said, holding out his hand.

I had to grin.

“What’s up?”

“Oh, just that my name is Jack too.”

Jack had to laugh, a deep laugh.

“I was getting coffee. Joining me?” I said.

“Sure.”

Together we walked towards the restaurant. As with lots of truck stops, it was open 24/7. It looked like the road works had chased more people of the interstate, as it was busy for this late in the evening. We sat down at a table and the waiter, an older gentleman, came and poured us coffee.

“Breakfast?” He asked us.

He looked kind of bored while I looked at the menu. It had been a while since I ate, other than what I had in the fridge in the truck, so I decided to order the trucker’s breakfast. Jack ordered a salad.

“No wonder you are so slim.” I grinned, hinting at what he had ordered.

“Oh, that is something I got from my parents. They can eat whatever they want and not gain weight. Must be their Swedish background.”

“You are Swedish?”

“I was born in Houston, I am American, but my parents immigrated from Sweden a long time ago.”

“Interesting, my girlfriend is Swedish.”

Somehow it felt incredibly good calling Elsa my girlfriend. I told her how we met and that she had been with me since Port Huron. It felt like so long ago, but it was just weeks.

“Do you speak Swedish?” I asked.

“Very little, I can remember a few things, quite simple words. My parents always spoke English, so I never learned Swedish.”

“I’ll introduce you after we eat.” I said. “I suspect she might be interested to see a descendant of a Swedish family.”

“Is she good looking?” Jack asked, a wide grin on his face.

“Oh yeah.” I said.

While our food was delivered, Jack told me he was heading for Albuquerque, picking up some industrial machines.

“It has been a while since I was in Burque. I normally do the route from Houston to Phoenix twice a week, but one of our drivers got sick, and with my own route cancelled, I am heading to Burque.”

“I only been there twice in my life.”

We finished our food, and I ordered the breakfast burrito for Elsa. I figured she would be hungry soon. Jack ordered some food for on the road. While we waited for the breakfast, we drank more coffee, went to the washrooms, and talked about things truckers talk about. Luckily, the burrito and jack’s food was ready quickly and we paid our bills and walked back to the trucks.

“Let me put this in my truck.”

“Can I have a look? Never seen the 70” sleeper.”

“Sure.”

We walked to his truck, and he opened the door. It looked nice inside.

“I’ve only had this for 2 months, as you can see, it still looks new.”

I grinned. Some sleepers would look like new after 30 years, as their owner would take vary good care of them. Others, mostly company drivers, did not care.

“Lots of space.” I said.

We talked a little more about the truck he was driving. When I had ordered mine, the Western Star had not been available yet, otherwise I might have considered it.

“Let’s say high to Elsa, before I hit the road again.” Jack said.

“Sounds good to me.”

We walked over to the cab of my truck. It was dark inside, but the curtains were not closed, and I knew the light would come on the moment I opened the door. Using the remote I unlocked the driver’s door and pulled it open. Jack was standing right behind me.

“Hi Elsa, I have somebody you should meet, he is from Swedish…”

The rest of the sentence got stuck in my mouth, as I looked at Elsa. She had changed into one of the negligees sets she had bought that did not hide much. Sitting on the edge of the bed, ropes circled her legs at knees and ankles, and she had done a rather good job. More rope was visible as a rope harness, based on what Chyou had used on her, around her breasts. The ballgag was in her mouth and her hands were cuffed behind her back.

“Euh…” I stammered.

“Hmmppffffffffffff.” Elsa said in her gag.

“Oh my.” Jack said behind me.
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