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Encounter Part 2 - The de-pantsing
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Encounter Part 2 - The de-pantsing So there I was, topless, open belt and blindfolded. A willing participant in the game that my gorgeous partner was playing. She reached down and grasped my hands one more time. Gesturing me to move forward. Step by step, her gently hands caressing my back and sides with every step forward. We stopped. She let go of my hand and I could feel her twisting her body. Then the sound of metal upon metal. A sound I had heard before. But softer and more gently. One of my hands was let go and I could feel leather being draped over my wrist. Then my other hands was raised and another feeling of leather on the other hand. I was being bound. My hands were only able to move a few inches apart. The leather was wide and secure. I could hear the metal on metal again. Chains. My hands were bound in leather and<b> chains. </font></b>Not handcuffs, but thick leather. I could not imagine what the need of such thick leather was, but I was still ready to go forward. More metal on metal. My hands were being lifted. The leather pulling at my wrists. Up and up. I had to move forward to steady myself as my hands were being raised above my head. They were up high. Now I knew what the leather was for. How could I keep my hands up there. I leaned down on the leather. My weight was being distributed by the leather. Footsteps moving toward me. Hands touching my waist. I could feel my belt being pulled off. Loop by loop, then off. Her hands gently caressing the waistband of my pants. I could hear the zipper being gently pulled down. Slowly, teasingly. My cock was throbbing in my pants. Dying to be released. She reached her hand in and started to massage my cock. Much need relief, she was readjusting my cock so that it could expand farther in my shorts. It was currently being stifled by its positioning. I moaned from the relief and the pleasure. Her hands one piece of cloth closer to touching my manhood. I could feel her hair touching me. Teasing my bare skin. A warm wetness just below my bellybutton. Tracing down to my pants. She was undoing my pants at the same time. Gently pulling the sides out of the way as her tongue traced farther down towards my crotch. My pants fell away to the floor. She then pulled the legs out. Not one, but both at the same time. I helped her along, putting my weight on my wrists. Both feet off the floor, my pants and socks being pulled off. As I put my feet back down I could feel her warm hands caressing my thigh. My cock was throbbing. It had been released from its pressure, but not entirely. It was straining in my shorts, begging to be released. But, as soon as this part of the episode started. I could hear her footsteps getting quiter and quiter. She was leaving me there, hanging, throbbing, almost to the point where precum was seeping out of the end of my cock in anticipation. She went to the door. A voice, a faint female voice and not that of my partner. Two voices, my partner and another. Laughter and giggling. Then the door closed. Was this new party in or out? I did not know what to think, but my throbbing cock was taking control. It was hoping, no, begging for more. My partner was a handful so far. What fun could be in store? |
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