Bondage shop: Akari

 Working in the bondage shop has gotten busier lately, but there are still times with no customers. At those times, if the owner Robert, or Bob as he prefers being called, is around, then he’ll gladly tell me a story from his life concerning bondage experience. There’s almost always something to learn from it too.
 “Let’s see… today I’ll tell you about Kari. Beautiful girl, she was,” the elderly man tells me in a nostalgic voice. “Andy, my lad, she was the first one I actually thought could be my wife eventually.”
 He’s got my attention as he starts telling the story.

***

 While Bob was in college he met a girl from another class quite by accident. She was a short girl, Asian. She called herself Kari, though her real name was Akari.
 She was carrying a much too large stack of books in the library and was about to fall over. Bob, who was nearby, managed to prevent the entire stack from toppling to the floor, and helped pick up those she dropped and carried them to her table.
 He immediately noticed she was quite nice. She was a blue-eyed brunette with a nice bust, about average, and a slim waist and wide hips. Though like most Asians, she was quite short. He estimated just over 5 feet. Her hair flowed down to the middle of her back.
 Though it wasn’t planned, they met several more times in the library, and started chatting a lot. She usually wore short skirts, boots and every day a t-shirt with a different band name on. She was friendly, curious, and a good student, always studying when Bob found her. Also quite funny and with a nice laughter.
 Then came a vacation. Unfortunately for Kari, the dorms were to be closed for some major maintenance, and she had nowhere to live and couldn’t afford going back home for the duration. Upon hearing that, Bob hardly hesitated to invite her to his place.
 She smiled so wide when he gave the offer and hugged him before getting her stuff. They went to Bob’s apartment where he usually lived alone. The guest room wasn’t big or anything, but she was happy about it.
 But Bob forgot about something. He kept his secret bondage stash in the closet there.
 She was unpacking and Bob was cooking dinner when she found the box. He didn’t have a lot of stuff back then, but he had a lot of rope, a pair of leather cuffs, tape, some padlocks and a ball gag. She put away her things and picked the ball gag out from the box.
 It should be needless to say what happened next, because a while later, Bob called out for her that dinner was ready. And there was no response. He called out again.
 Finally she exited the room. Ball gagged and with the leather cuffs padlocked on her wrists behind her back. She was blushing so red, but couldn’t get free without Bob’s help.
 “What the…?” Bob said in surprise, then remembered that he kept his things there. He mentally facepalmed himself before rushing over to her.
 “Why did you do this? And why didn’t you make sure to have the key ready?” Bob asked, slightly panicked about this, not knowing what she’d say or think.
 He rushed to the room, searched through the box and found the key to the cuffs. When he came back to her, he realized he could have ungagged her first. But it wasn’t the kind of situation he was used to.
 He ungagged her quickly.
 “Th-thanks…” she said shyly and worked her jaw. She wasn’t used to the ball gag. Bob put the key to the padlock, but Kari suddenly pulled away.
 “Umm… c-can you keep me like this? Maybe feed me? And once you have, maybe… gag me again? I’ve been into bondage for a while, but never had a chance to do it with anyone… and I’ve never gotten to be completely helpless in self-bondage. So… I mean, if you don’t mind…”
 Bob didn’t mind. During the vacation she was nearly constantly bound and gagged, and even if she wasn’t bound she often insisted on wearing a gag. She liked the mmphing sounds it made her make. It sounded really sexy to her. But being unable to remove the gag, either with a lock or by being bound, was simply heaven for her. She loved it. She especially seemed to like hogties. Simple, yet effective, making her helpless to struggle and moan into her gag.
 They were more or less lovers, though they didn’t have sex during the vacation. They took it slow. Not to mention neither of them admitted their feelings.
 On the last day of vacation, while watching a movie, Kari suddenly ungagged herself and spoke to Bob.
 “It’s my last year here, you know… I graduate this year, after all, and then I have to go back home… My visa is only legal during my time as a student here.”
 Bob didn’t know that, and it hurt his heart slightly. But he was glad he hadn’t admitted his feelings. It could have made it all worse.
 Then suddenly, she kissed his cheek lightly.
 “I’ve had a great time with you, Bob.” She said with a smile.
 Bob blushed.
 The vacation ended, and the dorms re-opened, resulting in Kari moving back there. But she did get to keep the ball gag as a memory.
 After graduation, Bob and Kari saw each other one last time on the airport. Kari had pulled him inside a unisex toilet room, locked it and put on the ball gag before giving Bob a gagged kiss.
 It seemed to last for a while, but not long enough for Bob. Kari eventually had to pull away, put the ball gag back in her hand luggage and head to the gate. He never saw her again.

***

 “That’s quite a sad story, Bob,” I say, feeling a bit sad for him.
 “It is, Andy… it is…” Bob says with a sigh. “But I guess I didn’t put in all the effort I should have. I should have asked her address and sent letters and such. And maybe confessed how I felt… but no use worrying about that now. I met a lovely wife, and I don’t have many regrets, and those I do have I’ll manage to live with.”
 He gives me a reassuring smile before I hear the door to the shop open and I head into the shop to do my job.