He began to worry what she be capable of.He began to worry what she be capable of. So far, her bondage and other bizarre games seemed to be sexually-oriented, but Flora had said that Mandy didn't really like men. Suppose she was playing with him? Suppose she actually intended to use him for her little games with Flora, then discard him like a used tissue? Visions of twisted, naked bodies and midnight visits to the surrounding woods threatened him for a moment, before a cool and strange sensation enveloped his still-exposed cock. It was Mandy's rubber-gloved hand, he realized. The lift lurched slightly again as they reached the basement. He was lead around a corner, then again brought to a stop. Mandy's ( he presumed ) hands guided him to a kind of bed or cot, which he was made to lie down upon. It was very soft, and he sank down into it, as if on an under-filled water bed. Next he felt hands at his neck followed by zipping sounds, followed by a breath of fresh air hitting his chest. She loosened the crotch straps and back straps that held the body binder on, and in moments, he was free. Unfortunately, he still could see nothing. Apparently, the hood had been unzipped from the binder, for his head was still encased in snug leather. For a moment, he was free to move about on the soft springy mattress, and his hands explored the surface. It was very smooth, bounded by a hard frame at the edges, and he assumed it was more rubber. Damn, he thought, this woman is more latex-crazy than I am! He made to sit up, but hands immediately pushed him back down, then another soft, smooth surface came down on top of him, pressing him flat. He could move his arms and legs around a bit, but soon found his freedom limited by a hard frame, that the top sheet seemed to be clamped under, or perhaps, attached to. He could not sit up either. It felt as if the frame curved closely around his neck- he was trapped. After a few seconds, Mandy appeared upside down in his vision, as she removed the leather hood. She was grimacing at him. No, she was smiling at him, but she was upside down to him. "What are you doing?" he asked. "You're not going to. |