The finger quickly withdrew, leaving Linda with only a phantom sensation of its former presence and then, suddenly, she felt finger tips brushing across her BOTH her hypersensitized nipples.The finger quickly withdrew, leaving Linda with only a phantom sensation of its former presence and then, suddenly, she felt finger tips brushing across her BOTH her hypersensitized nipples. Gently; Lovingly; with an ease and a touch that drove her wild with sexual excitement and longing; and even wilder with curiosity. This had to be another woman. No man could touch a woman like THAT! There wasn't a male alive who could do what those fingers were doing, she had thought, as the fingers once more withdrew. The mysterious fingers returned and settled gently into the back of her neck just above the encasing six inch neck strap and moved upward through her now sweat drenched hair to the the middle of the back of her head where the ball gag's strap was firmly buckled in place. The fingers began to loosen the strap ever so slowly. As it loosened, and the large rubber ball with its center piercing, leather, restraining strap started to move out of her mouth and out of that very painful stainless steel ring that rested, relentlessly up against the roof and the bottom of her mouth just behind her wide open and very useless as well as completely "harmless" teeth. Linda took a deep breath through her now unplugged mouth, feeling and savoring the cool air flowing around the retreating ball and it's soaking wet leather straps, as she listened and waited and watched to see who this mysterious, gentle stranger was. The ball gag was lifted away slowly as Linda detected it being laid carefully on the floor near her. As that sound retreated in her ears and died away, she felt something very soft coming forward over her forehead and down toward her eyes. As the obvious device lowered, cutting off her vision, she smelled leather, NEW LEATHER, and felt a soft sheepskin like texture begin to encase her eyes and blindfold her. "Oh, damn", she had though, "I'll never be able to see who's doing this to me now." The soft blindfold was tightly buckled behind her head, over her sweat matted hair, as the gentle hands and their even gentler fingers retreated yet one more time. As she strained to listen, Linda heard the clear and unmistakeable sound of a zipper being done or undone and the sound of human flesh rubbing against its leather encasement, followed by padding, bare feet on the white matted floor as they advanced around her right side and stopped in front of her uptilted, riggedly framed and very immobile head. |