I couldn't straighten my legs or my arms.I couldn't straighten my legs or my arms. I suppose I could have crawled with difficulty on my elbows and knees, but I would have had problems even getting off the bed without falling. He continued to stimulate me. I was frantic, panting and begging for release. He rolled me over and lifted me to my knees, letting me sit back on my heels, legs spread, while he continued to stimulate me. I would have had difficulty coming with my legs bound like that, even if he had been trying to bring me to a full orgasm, which he wasn't. He was just teasing. He went to the garage, leaving me kneeling on the bed and panting with need again but unable to satisfy myself. I actually tried masturbating with my elbow. Almost got off, too. When he came back he was carrying what looked like a full-size model of my torso. It was (is) made of polished black fiberglass. He has done body work on his own cars (he even built his own kayak), and had used the same techniques to make a mold from the plaster cast he had of my body. It is actually quite beautifully made. Almost a work of art. It is shaped a bit like a thong-bottomed turtle-necked sleeve- less leotard except it is smooth and polished (inside and out) with steel rings hanging from it in various places and lockable latches all around the edges, under the crotch, everywhere, holding together the two halves, front and back. |