It's hard to undress with your hands tied, of course, and of course I had to be graceful and sexy -- that's part of the game.It's hard to undress with your hands tied, of course, and of course I had to be graceful and sexy -- that's part of the game. (But you should have seen some of the ways I've made him undress!) Still, I managed as best I could. The skirt was easy, as were my panties and garter belt; I left my heels and stockings on for a while longer. I unbuttoned my blouse, and unhooked my bra -- it was no accident that both of them fastened from the front! -- and looked up at him. "Slide them down your arms," he said. I pushed them both off of my shoulders as far as I could, and approached John. I then rubbed up against him, using his body to push my blouse and bra strap down my arms. He didn't just stand there, of course; he did such a good job of caressing me that I almost forgot my goal. But he remained clothed. Eventually, I could go no further that way; the blouse behind me was holding my bound arms against my stomach. John wasn't satis- fied, though, and motioned for me to continue. I used the dress- er, the bed, and sometimes John, to first gain a bit more slack, and then push my garments below my buttocks. By bending over, I could lower my hands, too, and ended up with everything around the level of my knees. I would have tried to bring the clothing under my legs, but John stopped me; he seemed to like seeing me doubled up. |