"I have something very special in mind for you, dear," muttered Mr."I have something very special in mind for you, dear," muttered Mr. Dodds, as he unlocked Mandy's door. For a moment, he stared appreciatively at Mandy's rubber-covered form, held immobile by the dozens of straps stretched out from her legs, arms, head, and torso. He watched in silent appreciation as she shifted slightly, trying to relieve the strain in her limbs and waist induced by the fiendish bondage suit. A faint moan issued from the thick red rubber helmet. Mandy thought she heard a faint click that might have been the door opening. She resolved not to act beaten, even though her tortured waist had turned numb hours ago. Actually, she had found the whole affair so far to have been rather pleasant, for although she might be dominant and tough on her lover and slave, Flora, she became positively week-kneed when faced with Mr. Dodds' handsome face and perfect etiquette. Despite his gentlemanly manners, he was the creator of the most bizarre methods of fetishistic dominance Mandy had ever experienced. She felt disoriented, almost weightless, as indeed she might, with her limbs, torso, and head evenly but firmly suspended from the bed rails. She shifted slightly, a gobbet of warm KY jelly squelching between her crotch. Despite herself, she let out a soft moan in delight. |