You're shaking. Is it from fear or excitement? Both you say. Good I like that. I lead you to my table and lay you down. Completely naked I strap ...ou down. I stand back and you look at you with your hands and feet bound. Legs spread wide. Arms above your head and your cock is hard. Hmmmm Looks like excitement won over fear or is fear a part of the excitement? Doesn't really matter. I go to the wall and choose my toys carefully. I want you to feel both pain and pleasure not one or the. On the one hand I was relieved. Yet on the other, shedid not engage with the spark that I had come to appreciate. Never mind,I would fill that space with my best charm.I complimented her on her attire. I appreciated her hair. I asked abouther education and where she grew up. I learned of her interest infashion design and her ability to tool leather. I avoided talking aboutmyself. In short I was a perfect gentleman. Emphasis on "man."Yet through it all, lurking in the back of my mind, were felt. It hurt, it stung, and it felt good. I felt my pussy aching for him. I wanted to fuck so bad I thought I was going to pass out. I arched my hips towards him. ‘Not just yet, we have only gotten started.’ He told me with a chuckle. I started to pull my lips again. I felt another duller version of the clip that he had placed on my clit. I started to realize that he was placing tiny little clips down both sides of my lips. It felt like close to 5 on each side. They felt small, like little pinches.. Because of this, Katie got pretty much whatever she wanted. All she ever had to do was make her desires known, maybe flirt a little bit, and boys and men alike would bend over backwards to try to make her happy. From drinks to jewelry to test answers to designer purses, it didnt matter… anything she wanted was hers. She had never held a job, men bought her everything she wanted. She had never studied, nerds did her homework and male teachers gave her passing grades no matter how poorly she.