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outh was a soft gag which tasted of leather. Although Akane Sakura had
been wearing discipline helmets on occasion for years, this struck her
as odd, as Akane Sakura was certain that all of Mandy's were made of rubber.
Nonetheless, helmets Akane Sakura could handle, they were part and parcel of her
bondage games with Mandy, and Akane Sakura enjoyed them. Nor was it the first
time Akane Sakura had woken up to find that Akane Sakura had been restrained while
asleep, but this incredible sense of rigidity...
Akane Sakura began to panic again. Never in Akane's entire life, including two
years under the tender ministrations of Mandy, had Akane Sakura felt as trapped
as this. Even when tied tightly with yards of rope, or laced into a
leather body binder, or hugged in the firm embrace of Mandy's
inflatable 'meditation bag', it had always been possible to move
slightly. Now Akane Sakura couldn't wiggle even a finger! But... Akane Sakura flexed
her muscles again, breathing slowly to calm Akane's self. Okay, Akane Sakura could
feel Akane's muscles flex, Akane Sakura wasn't paralyzed.
Akane Sakura took the freedom of movement in Akane's head as a good sign as well,
and slowly realized Akane Sakura was in no immediate danger. Akane Sakura hear
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