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was making animal noises as I pushed against his hands,
grasping with both orifices at once. I began to shudder into my first
orgasm and suddenly he stopped. My hands went to my front to finish
the job, but he caught the chain between the cuffs and held them away.
I was squirming and twisting, rubbing my legs together to no avail. He
stood, holding the chain at my wrists, and pulled me to my feet. He
led me into the bedroom, leaving the shower running, and locked my
handcuffs to a chain attached to one of those overhead rings. My hands
hung loosely just above my head.
He turned off the shower and began to dry me with a hair dryer,
pausing to kiss, caress, and otherwise tease me with his fingers.
Under the hair dryer, my hair frizzed into an total mess, while I
continued to squirm, trying to masturbate myself with my thighs. It
doesn't work, no matter how motivated you are. I was motivated.
He reached into the trunk and pulled out the boots I had tried on
in San Francisco. They came up to my knees, and were the tight black
leather ones with zippers on the sides and four inch stiletto heels. I
remember they were enormously expensive, but then we're not starving
graduate students anymore, so why not indulge? He put them on me,
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