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Date: Sun, 05 Jun 2005 20:18:01 +0000
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He did something at my throat and unzipped the collar, separating the hood from
the bodysuit.
He unzipped the bodysuit from my throat to the center of my back and pulled it
down to my ankles in one motion. I was naked except for the hood.
I felt him buckle something around my upper thighs one at a time.
Then my wrists; he locked my wrists to the sides of my thighs. I know the sound
those little locks make by now.
I would be able to walk, but I couldn't see and I couldn't reach anything
with my hands.
I was already worse off than before -- but he wasn't through.
He buckled a collar around my neck.
He didn't bother
to lock it: I couldn't reach it.
Another strap around each leg just above the knee, those connected so I could
take only tiny steps -- another strap around each ankle -- still another at each
elbow -- yet another around my waist with a wide strap between my legs, forcing
my buttocks apart. I remembered that one: he had put it on me once before.
This time, though, my elbows were locked to the waistband.
A strap across my back, under each arm and over each shoulder, holding my
shoulders back and making my breasts jut out unnaturally -- more than they ever
would have even if I were deliberately trying to make them seem big.
He snapped still another strap to the back of my collar and buckled it to the
back of my waistband, pulling it tight and forcing me to arch my back even more.
Strap after strap after strap, and I was constrained more and more. The last
strap clipped to my collar in front, passed between my breasts and through a
ring on my waistband, was pulled tight and buckled, pressing the crotchpiece
cruelly against my nether lips, forcing them apart. I almost couldn't move: I
couldn't bend over; I couldn't move my arms at all, even my elbows;
I couldn't see.
But I wasn't in pain.
Well, not exactly.
I could walk slowly, talk, and sit.
Carefully. I didn't even feel safe walking.
What if I had lost my balance? I asked just that question and instantly he put a
gag in my mouth, a simple cloth band tied tightly right over the hood, forcing
my mouth open.
I had never felt so trapped and constrained before. Even begging for a little
relief was impossible.
But still, I was not in pain.
Being locked up and helpless that way was actually extremely erotic for me.
It would have been more so if the image of my shaved
forehead
hadn't
continued
to
wash
through
my
consciousness.
Erotic feelings in these circumstances are not something your average ...
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