Kinky bondage fetish
bondage fetish
Finally, to Mandy’s relief, she felt him unlacing the heavy bondage
suit. As the corset laces came loose, she let out a sigh, and breathed
deeply, her aching waist quivering as unused muscles returned to life.
If not for the strap holding her up by the head, she might have
collapsed, so weak was her waist and back. She felt wobbly, as if her
torso itself were made of rubber. Soon she felt the heavy suit being
stripped away, and then to her delight, hands massaging her breasts
through the thin latex of her inner suit.
Damn, that feels good! she thought. She couldn’t stand it any longer-
she had to have him. She wiggled and squirmed up against him, no
longer caring what he did to her, or how desperate she looked, only
wanting to be satisfied. Alas, it was not to be. He stepped back from
her. She could not move forward without strangling herself within the
tight helmet.
Then light blinded her as the suit’s hood was unlaced and removed.
Dodds had pulled out a small pair of scissors and was snipping away at
the rubber tape covering the rear zipper of the second suit. In a
minute he had it uncovered, and the remnants of glue and tape peeled
away. He unzipped this too, and let it fall to the floor, her
collected sweat streaming down her body.
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