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  Fortunately, as I only had about an hour an a half
left to get ready, he quickly accepted that I would have to look a bit
sloppy to meet him.
So, upon his arrival, when I
offered my wrists in my back to him, so that he could tie them up and have
complete control over my body, I only wore a nightie over my undergarments. Moreover, I
did not even have time to get rid of my body hair or to give myself an
enema. That concerned me a bit because he had told me that, in order to
prevent my little "clitty" from reacting in a noticeable manner, I could be
placed in a state of forced chastity.
Oftentimes, in the past, before
sitting and having a little chat, I succeeded in distracting him from these
kind of threats by offering that he poured himself a glass of wine. This
time, it did not work and, as soon as my wrists were bound in my back, I had
to lean face down on a table to undergo the humiliation of feeling my panties bring
brought down to my knees.
As smooth as he is all the time, I
felt almost no pain when he introduced the big chrome steel plug between my
buttocks. Then, quickly, the ring at the tip of my sex was fixed to it and a
wide black leather chastity belt was buckled and the strap between my thighs
snapped, in order to maintain all these pieces of equipment tightly in
place.
During all that time, his soft hands
were caressing my body. Sometimes, it was a bit frustrating to have my sex
compressed between my legs and denied the possibility to react as mush as it
would need. But, it gave me the advantage to forget about the pressure
applied by the strap of the chastity belt on the butt plug which seemed to
dig, deeper and deeper, between my buttocks.
But, when I was bound on a chair,
in a manner by which that pressure became even more intense, I quickly had
the impression that my body was going to be split in two and I have not been
able to resist for very long thereafter, in that painful position.
That pressure and the state of
panic caused by my incapacity to breathe suitably, forced me to use the
signal that I had to quit. Too bad I could not offer to my friend the
pleasure of having me in such a state of helplessness, for a
longer period of time, .
Never, in my whole life, had I been
gagged so efficiently, with the help of fabric which filled my mouth
hermetically and of the use of saran wrap applied tightly around my head.
In spite of my weaknesses, as soon
as I was released and began to calm down, B still had a few more nice things
in store for me (and, it is the object of the majority of the pictures
posted on the page you just left).
He started by taking off my
stockings and my shoes to apply on my legs a pair of sheer pantyhose and, on
my feet, blue pumps, with very high heels. The pantyhose brought some magic
to my friend's hands because the caresses on my legs felt so wonderful.
After that, I felt really mischievous, when I had to pose in a see-through
raincoat, which he also offered to me.
Would you
believe that I almost refused that offer for such a pleasant evening
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