He explained, briefly, then cut the legs out of the pantyhose with scissors.He explained, briefly, then cut the legs out of the pantyhose with scissors. At his request, no, at his command--my agreement deprived me of the right to refuse him--I knelt, knees spread and feet touching behind me. Improvising due to the lack of headboard on a futon, he tied my feet securely together with one leg, then instructed me to lean back and grab my ankles with my hands. The second leg lashed my hands in place. I tugged at the bonds experimentally. I could move, but not much. There was no way I could avoid his touch, short of rolling onto my stomach. With my knees open wide and my back arched, my body was completely accessible to him. One hand massaged my clitoris through the soaking wet cotton panties. The other circled my nipples, gently pinching and pulling them. I groaned and tried to thrust my clitoris up to meet his hand, but he only pulled away. I twisted and writhed toward him anyway. He glared at me sternly and pushed me away. He laid the cold scissors against my thigh and slid the blade up, under the panties. Snip. Again on the other side. He pulled the cloth across my clitoris and away. I was completely naked, completely helpless, and quivering from arousal. Continuing to stroke and squeeze my breasts, he used the other hand to unzip his jeans and free his erection from the black briefs. |