I didn't feel like I was in any danger, at least not in the traditional sense.I didn't feel like I was in any danger, at least not in the traditional sense. None of the bindings were particularly tight or uncomfortable. I was however, exposed to any and all, and unable to defend myself against any advance. She came back around to my front and spoke to me. She informed me that I was to have a most unique experience, one that I would surely enjoy, or so she hoped. She told me that if I thought what has happened so far was bizzare, the best was yet to come. Instead of trying to describe it, she had to finish "setting me up". Once the preparations were complete, I would understand. She walked to my side. I could hear metal on metal, and all of a sudden, my body was allowed to pivot about my waist, to bend over forward. As I had come to be in a relaxed state, somewhat limp in the frame, I immediately started to fall forward. My legs were kept vertical by the frame, my feet unmoved in the ballet boots. She caught me as I moved, and lowered me gently until my upper body had dropped about 45 or 50 degrees. A load CLICK was heard as the frame locked me into this angle. Thankfully, my body rested upon the frame, as I don't think I could have sustained that angle long unaided. My cock dangled in front of me, free to enlarge if it so desired. I could raise my head slightly and see her go directly in front of me, sliding open a large door to an adjoining room. The floor level in the next room was significantly higher that the floor I was on, perhaps two feet higher. |