odd theory, but of
course she couldn’t do that. All week, every free minute, she’d researched
online for information.
Most of the images she’d found were porn, porn and more
porn. It was sexy but wasn’t very helpful. The blogs were insightful but really
only answered her questions enough to create more. Her mind was awash with the
unknown and fear of it.
Each night since they’d been apart she’d masturbated. Trying
to reach the same plateau Dr. Hottie seemed to get her to easily.
If it wasn’t repeatable by herself she couldn’t fathom
leading some other guy in the right direction to unearth it.
She removed her clothes, knowing he’d want her naked as soon
as he came inside the room. More than that, she didn’t want anything between
her and what he wanted to do. If this was the last time, she wanted all the
pleasure she could hold. If this was the last time she’d ever orgasm…
She shook her head, trying to clear the pessimism.
She locked her things inside the cubby hole in the cabinet
and rose. The door swung open, and there he stood, filling the room with much
more than just his presence.
He took in her state of undress and smiled. It was all
teeth.
“Well, Ms. Smith. Eager to get started?”
“No…well, yes but…”
The eyebrow went up and stayed there.
“Yes Sir.”
His approving smirk warmed her insides even though she tried
not to care. “Trust is a hard commodity in your world, isn’t it?”
“Yes, apparently so.”
“On the table, Jane. On your back. I’ve got a few last
things I’d like to test before I dismiss you from the program. You’ll notice
the chair’s been modified per my instructions.”
Victoria hadn’t noticed it, too busy in her mental
gymnastics to even take in her surroundings.
She stepped up on the single riser at the bottom of the
table and turned around between two specialized metal stirrups. The full metal
braces chilled her as she brushed them with her backside. She lied and told
herself it had nothing to do with the snap of the gloves he put on beside her.
He helped lay her back, lifting her legs one at a time into
the matching braces.
The metal hugged her legs all the way to the soles of her
feet. She shivered from the temperature difference of the stirrups and his
gloved hands. He tugged her hips closer to him until her ass perched on the
edge of the table.
Instead of sitting on the stool and getting started with
whatever he had planned, he went to the cabinet, retrieving several ACE
bandages.
Starting on her right thigh, he wrapped her leg clear down
to her toes, then repeated it on her other leg with an additional bandage.
Medical bondage.
She’d read about it over her last few days of researching
BDSM and submission. Her clit pulsed in time with her heart as he wrapped her
tightly. When he finished with both legs he turned a small dial attached to the
braces. They widened several notches, making her suck in a breath. Everything
he did made her aware of exactly the predicament he had her in, sucking her
farther into the need to come.
“Right now blood is rushing to the walls of your vagina,
clitoris and the surrounding tissue, including your anus. Endorphins are
flooding your bloodstream, keeping you hyper-focused on the here and now.” He
stepped beside her, exposing additional braces hidden inside the table. They
were narrow, shaped like her arm, and they latched into some kind of groove
with a click. He lifted one of her arms, placing it on the bar, which sat at a
ninety-degree angle to the rest of her.
He produced another ACE bandage from the pocket on his coat,
wrapping her from her biceps down to her fingers.
“Your vaginal walls secrete tiny beads of lubricating
moisture that coalesce into larger beads. That silky liquid is what tells me
I’m on the right track. Your heart rate increases…” He moved to her other arm,
trailing the tips of his vinyl-covered fingers along her shoulder, her clavicle
and up her neck. He pressed
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