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egs bound like that, even
if he had been trying to bring me to a full orgasm, which he wasn't.
He was just teasing. He went to the garage, leaving me kneeling on the
bed and panting with need again but unable to satisfy myself. I
actually tried masturbating with my elbow. Almost got off, too.
When he came back he was carrying what looked like a full-size
model of my torso. It was (is) made of polished black fiberglass. He
has done body work on his own cars (he even built his own kayak), and
had used the same techniques to make a mold from the plaster cast he
had of my body. It is actually quite beautifully made. Almost a work
of art. It is shaped a bit like a thong-bottomed turtle-necked sleeve-
less leotard except it is smooth and polished (inside and out) with
steel rings hanging from it in various places and lockable latches all
around the edges, under the crotch, everywhere, holding together the
two halves, front and back.
I was still practically vibrating from the earlier stimulation
and w
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