Jan’s new position (F/F)

[Janbound]

After her adventures in the shoe shop, Jan decided a new stream of work might be in her interests……..


At 34 Jan had become divorced after 8 years of unhappy marriage. Her husband could not keep his hands off his secretary, but in the perfect revenge, after the divorce, Jan seduced his little bit on the side, no longer having to suppress her lesbian tendencies. A very valuable settlement she got from it too, yet she still kept her high pressure sales job, her way of coping with break up perhaps. Then two years after her divorce, when the company restructured, she took a very generous redundancy package. She could probably have lived off the divorce settlement and income from her investments, and no mortgage on her house, but being Jan she wanted to work. No more high power sales, literally back to the shop floor.

Jan started work as a sales assistant in a shoe shop. Her dream job, because as well as her, no longer suppressed lesbian leanings, Jan loved feet. She took care of her own and loved being on her knees, on the floor around other women's feet. She loved the 20 somethings with their well pedicured feet coming for shoes to show off their latest nail job. She loved the older women, 50 somethings, their heels often dry and cracked and loved giving them beauty and foot care tips as well as selling shoes . She loved the gym bunnies coming in and she loved coming up with excuses for them to remove their shoes so she could handle and smell their post work out feet. And because of her attentiveness, she was one of the most popular sales assistants.

One quiet Monday morning , Jan was alone in the shop. Unlike her colleagues, mostly ten years younger, normally wearing t-shirts, trousers, sensible shoes (company policy is all shoes worn had to be on sale in the shop) , Jan wore a crisp white blouse, black skirt to the knees, black tights and flats. Jan idly wandered round the shop, checking her phone when SHE walked in.

Almost 6 feet tall in her heels, she looked about 50; wavy red hair, slightly greying, down to her shoulders; smart business suit, grey jacket, grey skirt to mid thighs; red silky blouse with black scarf at her neck; sheer black tights and high heels. She stared at Jan with piercing green eyes and a hint of a smile. "I want to try on all the heels you have." She said in a soft but firm voice.

"Yes Madam!" Replied Jan. "May I measure your feet first please?"

"Size 8."

Jan decided to chance it. "May I measure Madam's feet please. Some feet are long and thin, others wider and I must know the shape as well as the size of your foot to ensure the perfect fit."

The woman sat down and Jan dropped to her knees. Although strictly not necessary, Jan helped the woman un-buckle and remove her heels. Through the sheer black nylon she could see bright red painted nails and a golden chain around her left ankle. She carefully measured the woman's foot measuring the length with her sliding board and the width at the broadest part.

"Your left is size 7 broad Madam." She said confidently. May I measure the right." The woman offered her other foot and Jan dutifully measured it. "The same Madam. I think you have been wearing shoes too long in order to accommodate your broader forefoot." She said rising to her feet "I shall ensure today you have a perfect fit." and with that, she went to the store room. She emerged with half a dozen boxes and proceeded to unpack them, then one by one slip the woman's feet into them, fastening buckles where necessary as if she were dressing a child. It was however, this service which she gave the customers, that had earned her many positive comments and a bonus from the manager. And all the time she felt this was the best job in the world.

After the last of the first batch of shoes had been worn, walked in , commented on and removed to be placed back in its box, the woman asked to use the bathroom. Jan pointed her in the direction and watched as she padded shoeless to the door, her nylon soles scraping against the shop's rough carpet. Jan went to get a further selection of heels and was kneeling , waiting when the woman returned. She felt her chest tighten as the older woman came back carrying her tights in her left hand, now barefoot on the shop floor. She sat down again.

Jan gasped and turned away making it sound like a cough. "I'm sorry Madam." She said. What had caught her attention was not the long, slender, hairless, tanned legs; not the bright red toe nails with a white pattern of lines no wider than a human hair; not the golden anklet with a diamond pendant. What had made Jan gasp were the tell tale signs. Around the woman's ankles, knees and thighs; the telltale indentations made by ropes tied around her legs.

Jan's heart was beating in the back of her throat as she slipped the next pair of heels onto her client's bare feet. She wondered if she should mention the marks. What she should say? There was no way to tell how she had got these marks. Jan hoped it was a passionate evening with her lover and that this woman shared Jan's thrill of being tied up for sex. But she may have been a robbery, or even kidnap victim. Had she been playing with her grand children, the role of damsel in distress. Maybe she was even a bondage model.

Jan carried on in relative silence, trying to control her breathing. But after a few minutes it was the woman who drew attention to her rope marks.

"You noticed?" She said with a knowing smile.

Jan swallowed hard, her eyes glancing at the marks again before returning to her task. "They're quite... distinct."

The woman chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down Jan's spine. "A little memento from the weekend. I've always been quite adventurous in that department."

Jan felt a flush creep up her neck. "I, uh, I hope everything is alright, Madam." She focused intently on the task at hand, trying to ignore the thrill coursing through her body.

The woman leaned back in her chair, her legs crossed elegantly. "More than alright, my dear. Just a bit of... playtime. Nothing to worry about." She winked at Jan, who couldn't help but feel a spark of curiosity and excitement.

As Jan worked, she found herself becoming increasingly aware of the woman's bare feet, the way they moved slightly as she talked, the faint scent of her perfume lingering around them. The woman noticed Jan's gaze and offered her right foot to Jan, toes pointing upward. "Could you rub the arch, please? It's a bit sore from the party."

Jan's eyes widened slightly, but she complied, her hand tentatively pressing into the soft flesh of the woman's arch. The woman sighed contentedly, and Jan felt a strange sense of power and intimacy in this simple act. She massaged gently, her thumb tracing the line of the rope marks, feeling the tension in the woman's foot melt away beneath her touch.

“Are the ropes painful?”

The question slipped out before Jan could catch it. The woman looked down at her with a knowing smile. “Only when I want them to be.” She wiggled her toes. “But the marks are already fading. It’s the memories that linger.”

With that, she rolled up the sleeves of her jacket. Jan’s eyes went wide as the woman extended her arm, showing Jan the faint red lines circling her wrists. They matched the rope marks on her legs perfectly. The woman’s smile grew as she began to unbutton the cuffs of her blouse, just enough to reveal the rope marks on her wrists. Jan’s breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight, her own mind racing with images of what might have transpired.

“You see?” The woman said softly, her eyes never leaving Jan’s face. “It’s all just a part of the experience. Some people play golf, or tennis, or bridge, I prefer... this.”

“You like being tied up?” Gulped Jan.

“Yes. And if it weren’t for all this makeup, you could probably see the marks from the gag too.”

Jan had been tied up by a boyfriend once, before her marriage, but those 8 years had been vanilla, missionary position and frankly boring. The rope marks and the woman’s story were making Jan feel ……damp between her legs!”

"Oh!" Jan exclaimed, her eyes widening even further. She had never seen anything like this before, and the raw honesty of the woman's admission was surprisingly liberating. "I, I had no idea," she stuttered, trying to maintain her professional composure.

The woman leaned forward, her green eyes locking onto Jan's. "It's quite alright, dear. We all have our preferences." She reached out and gently squeezed Jan's hand, her touch warm and comforting. "Now, shall we continue with the shoes?"

Jan nodded, trying to push aside the tumult of emotions and thoughts. She had never felt so drawn to a customer before, and she wasn't quite sure how to handle it. The woman's openness about her kinky weekend was both thrilling and confusing. Jan focused on her job, carefully selecting another pair of heels. As she knelt before her, she couldn't help but steal glances at the rope marks, her mind racing with questions.

The woman slipped her foot into the new shoe, her toes wiggling as Jan secured the buckle. "These are exquisite," she murmured, her voice a purr of satisfaction. Jan felt a rush of pride in her ability to provide such pleasure. "You know, I've been looking for a good pair of heels to wear to a... special event." She leaned back, watching Jan intently. "Do you have any recommendations?"

Jan took a deep breath, trying to keep her voice steady. "Well, Madam, for an evening of...adventure, I'd suggest something with a good grip and support. Perhaps something like these?" She held up a pair of black patent leather stilettos with a daringly high heel. The woman's eyes lit up, and Jan felt a thrill at the idea of this elegant lady stepping into something so sexy and dominating.

The woman nodded, and Jan slipped the shoes onto her feet. As she tightened the buckles and laces, her fingers brushed against the rope marks on the woman's ankles, sending a jolt of electricity through her. She tried to ignore the warmth spreading through her body and focused on her job. "These should be perfect for a night out," Jan said, her voice a little breathless.

The woman rose gracefully, testing the heels with a few steps. She strutted back and forth, the sharp clack of her heels echoing in the quiet shop. Jan couldn't help but admire the way she moved, so confident and powerful. "They are," the woman said, a smile playing on her lips. "And I suspect you might know a thing or two about... special occasions."

Jan felt her cheeks reddening and averted her gaze, focusing on placing the shoes back in their box. "I've had some experience," she mumbled, not quite meeting the woman's eyes.

The woman leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I can tell. There's something about the way you look at me, the way you handle my feet. It's... intriguing." Jan's heart raced as the woman's hand brushed against her arm. "You enjoy this, don't you?"

Jan swallowed hard, unable to deny the truth. "Yes, Madam. I do."

“Now be honest with me. Have you ever tied anyone up, before?”

Jan's heart skipped a beat, the question cutting through the air like a knife. She hadn't expected the conversation to take such a personal turn, but she found herself unable to lie. She nodded slowly, her eyes still on the woman's feet. "Once," she admitted softly.

The woman's smile grew wider. "I thought so. You have a gentle touch, yet firm. It's quite a rare combination. The way you handle those straps and laces shows.” She leaned closer, her breath warm against Jan's ear. "Would you like to know more about my world?"

Jan's eyes flicked up to meet hers, the excitement in the woman's gaze unmistakable. She felt a flutter in her stomach, a mix of nerves and excitement. "I... I'm not sure."

The woman rested her bare feet on Jan’s thighs as she knelt before her.

"Why don't you come over tonight?" She suggested casually. "I'm having a little get-together with some like-minded friends. It would be a perfect way to dip your toes in, so to speak."

Jan's mind reeled. This was more than she had bargained for when she took the job at the shoe shop, but the thrill was undeniable. "I, uh, I'll have to check my schedule," she replied, her voice trembling slightly, full well knowing her evening involved cooking, eating, watching TV and going to bed.

The woman leaned back in her chair, her feet still resting on Jan's thighs. "Think of it as a... professional development opportunity. I'm sure you'd enjoy learning new ways to serve your customers." Her smile was playful, yet it held an underlying seriousness that Jan couldn't ignore. She raised one foot up and gently touched Jan’s face with the sole.

Jan felt the warmth from the woman's foot on her cheek and her breath hitched. The thought of being in a room with people who shared such intimate desires was both exhilarating and terrifying. She had always been curious about the BDSM lifestyle, but had never had the courage to explore it fully. She kissed the foot. "I'll, uh, I'll consider it," she managed to say, her voice a mere whisper.

The woman nodded, her eyes never leaving Jan's. "Good. I'll send you the details. Don't wear anything too restrictive." Jan nodded, her mind racing with images of what the evening might hold.

The woman dropped a business card on Jan’s lap, then padded barefoot back to the bathroom. Jan looked at the Card “Dianne McKenzie.” A list of letters Jan couldn’t begin to understand. And the job title “Independent Consultant”

Dianne came back, her sheer black tights now covering her feet and legs again and sat in front of Jan. Jan still kneeling replaced the shoes she had come in with on her feet. Then rose to take payment, and a large cash “Tip”. She watched Dianne’s legs as her hips swayed, her heels clicking on the floor, then looked at the card in her hand. On the reverse side, written in biro was another number, not on the front, and the words “TEXT ME.”

[brasileira2]

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