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fantasy story of Ako Masuki :
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our hands are now released and then you feel a strap being
placed around your forearm and one around your upper arm.
You are then forced to place your hands behind your back and
the clicking sound is heard again, again and finally one
last time. When you attempt to move your hands you discover
your arms are crossed behind your back and the wrist cuffs
have been attached to the cuffs on your forearms. A leather
strap that crosses your back holds your upper arms back
firmly.
You can envision the sight you must be. Totally nude,
dripping wet between your legs, your breasts forced outward
from your arms being pulled behind you.
You are pushed from behind again and start to walk
slowly forward, being guided by the firm hand at your back.
You are led into a room where the floor is cold to your feet
and the firm hand presses onto your shoulder and pushes you
downward. You knee, being helped by the hand at your
shoulder. You recognize the feel of the floor to be that of
tile. You can not figure out why you have been moved, but
then you do not have any say in the mat
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