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she could feel her nipples were as hard as pebbles again, and there were little pulses of feeling deep in her vagina that she always got when it was wet. She was sure she could feel her juices leaking over the rope.
    She tried to relax and calm herself down, but with the rope buried deep in her sex that was impossible. Every time she made the slightest movement she felt it jerk against her clitoris and the sensitive flesh at the mouth of her vagina.
    With her forearms she crushed her breasts back, feeling the hard nipples embedded in the malleable flesh. She rubbed them from side to side and felt little ripples of pleasure cascade through her body. Almost imperceptibly she began to wriggled her hips from side to side, making the rope brush across her clitoris. She discovered by moving her arms and her hips at the same tempo the two feelings collided into one.
    In the darkness behind the leather helmet the images came thick and fast. She saw herself tied helplessly in the punishment room last Saturday. She saw Laurie’s eyes six inches from her face and her rich, kissable mouth. And in her imagination she saw herself being pulled from the car, bound and helpless while nameless and numberless strangers gathered around to watch. She was coming. Her whole body was beginning to tremble. She jerked on the ropes that held her hands so tightly, not because she wanted to get free but because the feeling of being bound increased her excitement.
    â€˜Master,’ she said aloud.
    If she had any doubt that she wanted to be here, wanted to be subjected to whatever Charles Hawksworth had in mind for her, it had vanished. This was better than any of her fantasies. She had never been so excited in her life.
    She pushed herself forward, making the rope crush against her clitoris and orgasmed, her cry of pleasure the word ‘Master...’ elongated to a long, attenuated whisper.
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    â€˜Quite a performance.’ Andrea instinctively twisted her head around towards the sound of Laurie’s voice. She had opened the door so quietly Andrea wasn’t sure how long she had been standing there.
    The brunette’s footsteps crossed the room. ‘Close your eyes tight,’ she said.
    Andrea felt the zips over her eyelids being opened.
    â€˜All right, you can open them now.’
    After so long in the dark the light in the room was blinding. It took some minutes before Andrea could open her eyes fully. She found herself in a narrow rectangular room with bare white plastered walls and no windows. The floor was wooden, and the only furniture a single bed with no bedding on its thin mattress.
    The rope between Andrea’s legs was thick and white. The two girls who’d brought her in had strung it from metal rings set in the walls. There were other rings positioned on the walls and a pulley set in the ceiling. The wooden frame of the bed, Andrea noticed too, had leather cuffs attached to each of its corners.
    â€˜Mr Hawksworth is waiting,’ Laurie said. She had changed into a glittery silver cocktail dress with a short skirt and a draped neck, her long legs in nylon so sheer it was almost transparent. The heels of her shoes were spiky, and finished in shiny metal.
    The mention of Hawksworth’s name made Andrea’s heart leap.
    Laurie unknotted the rope from the metal ring and allowed it to drop to the floor. It had become so deeply embedded in Andrea’s sex that despite the fact it was no longer stretched taut, Laurie had to come up behind her and ease it out, making Andrea whimper.
    â€˜Follow me.’
    Laurie strode out of the door and Andrea followed, feeling disorientated by her sudden comparative freedom. Her labia felt sore from contact with the rope, and prickled as she walked. But none of that mattered. The only thing that mattered now was that she was on the way to see her master.
    The corridor was long, with high arched windows along its length that looked out onto a cobbled courtyard. Andrea