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She felt disoriented, almost weightless, as indeed she might, with her
limbs, torso, and head evenly but firmly suspended from the bed rails.
She shifted slightly, a gobbet of warm KY jelly squelching between her
crotch. Despite herself, she let out a soft moan in delight.
Dodds smiled as he pulled the massager onto his hand. He moved towards
Mandy’s immobile form…
Without warning, Mandy suddenly felt a firm pressure on her crotch,
followed immediately by waves of powerful vibrations. She writhed in
new arousal, pushing her mound into the vibrations. She felt the warm
throbbing build within her, letting out a small squeal as she
approached her orgasm. As suddenly as they had started, the vibrations
ceased, and despite her efforts to complete it, she couldn’t quite
climax. She whined with frustration, all pretenses of pride
destroyed.
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“I have something very special in mind for you, dear,” muttered Mr.
Dodds, as he unlocked Mandy’s door. For a moment, he stared
appreciatively at Mandy’s rubber-covered form, held immobile by the
dozens of straps stretched out from her legs, arms, head, and torso.
He watched in silent appreciation as she shifted slightly, trying to
relieve the strain in her limbs and waist induced by the fiendish
bondage suit. A faint moan issued from the thick red rubber helmet.
Mandy thought she heard a faint click that might have been the door
opening. She resolved not to act beaten, even though her tortured
waist had turned numb hours ago. Actually, she had found the whole
affair so far to have been rather pleasant, for although she might be
dominant and tough on her lover and slave, Flora, she became positively
week-kneed when faced with Mr. Dodds’ handsome face and perfect
etiquette. Despite his gentlemanly manners, he was the creator of the
most bizarre methods of fetishistic dominance Mandy had ever
experienced.
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I made the required call from a public call booth on leaving the park. My hand
was still wet from it use as I dialed.
“Who is calling”
“Zagreus”
“You will be contacted later. Thank you for your call.”
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As I stood behind the girl I was still aware of the crones retreating presence.
I encircled her waist with my arms, rasing the front of her skirt with my left
hand as I made intimate caresses with my right. I felt the texture of her pubic
hair gradualy working my way down her cleft. I could feel her buttocks press
against me and tighten, her breathing quickening into small short breaths. Her
legs were slightly parted allowng me to place a finger within her. At this she
clasped her thighs tightly around my hand preventing withdrawal. Slowly she began
to move her body back and forth in a rocking motion. Working with my thumb and
finger brought short gasps from her, Suddenly her back arched and stiffened,
then she relaxed. I withdrew my hand, replaced the skirt and left.
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I have no prejudices against casual recreational sex I prefered the feeling that
I was involved in something outside the normall oevre.
The appointed time approached. The girl stood in the same manner as before,
motionless. An old woman pushing a shopping trolley came along the path out of
the woods. She was immensly fat and wheezed. She stopped to mop her brow with a
filthy handkerchief. I looked at my watch, a minute to go, would the crone move
on or not? I was not sure that I cared. I rose to my feet and as I did so the
old woman regained her labours, for an instant I saw the old woman and girl
transposed, the girl watching as I lifted the skirt of the crone.