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spread and feet touching behind me. Improvising due
to the lack of headboard on a futon, he tied my feet securely
together with one leg, then instructed me to lean back and grab
my ankles with my hands. The second leg lashed my hands in place.
I tugged at the bonds experimentally. I could move, but not much.
There was no way I could avoid his touch, short of rolling onto
my stomach. With my knees open wide and my back arched, my body
was completely accessible to him.
One hand massaged my clitoris through the soaking wet cotton
panties. The other circled my nipples, gently pinching and
pulling them. I groaned and tried to thrust my clitoris up to
meet his hand, but he only pulled away. I twisted and writhed
toward him anyway. He glared at me sternly and pushed me away.
He laid the cold scissors against my thigh and slid the blade up,
under the panties. Snip. Again on the other side. He pulled the
cloth across my clitoris and away. I was completely naked,
completely helpless, and quivering from arousal.
Continuing to stroke and squeeze my breasts, he used the other
hand to unzip his jeans and free his erection from the black
briefs. His tongue and teeth replaced his hand as he stepped out
of his clothing. In one motion he bit one nipple, pinched the
other, and shoved two
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