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he building stimulation, aware of him working at my wrists with
tape (more electrician's tape), wrapping around and around both my
wrists and the chair arms. The same with my elbows, my upper arms,
everything. My ankles and my shins were taped to the legs of the
chair, a chain locked to both sides of the chair and to the rings on
the torso. Something--a belt I think--went around my thighs and the
seat of the chair. I was frantic over the vibrators, and almost
unaware of what he was doing. I had to partly lift myself with my arms
to keep the rear vibrator from becoming uncomfortable, but at the same
time I was squirming against the front of the carapace with my sex. He
must have worked very quickly. I was completely immobilized in what
must have been less than two minutes. The torso kept me from even
turning my head. But I was rubbing myself harder and harder against
the inside of the torso.
Off came the hood. I was strapped into the chair, sitting looking
at my out-of focus reflection in the full-length mirror on the back of
the bathroom door. He stepped in front of me.
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