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side, fully revealing your breast. More murmurs. "Perfect,"
someone says. He begins to tease the nipple, to pull it and
twist it. It hardens. Then he does the same with your right
breast. People are talking, someone chuckles. Your lover cups
your mound and kisses you. Applause.
"It would please me if you would stay as you are for a while,"
he says. "Do you consent?"
You manage to nod your head.
You nod again.
"Say it. Do you consent?"
You lick your lips and swallow. "Yes," you whisper.
He fastens two wide leather cuffs to your upraised wrists. They
seem to be connected by a chain which he fastens to something
hanging from the ceiling. You are pulled upwards until your
heels leave the ground, then let back down until some of your
weight is on your feet.
"Please. Come and inspect Yuko's perfect beauty."
How did this happen? you ask yourself. Here I am dangling
blindfolded from the ceiling in a strange house before a bunch of
strangers who are about to inspect my body! My mother didn't
raise me for this. The funny thing is, I don't feel helpless now,
I don't even feel afraid. Well, just a litt
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