” She ran her hands up and down over her body, feeling herself and squeezing her breasts. I watched her hands, pretending they were mine. I could fe...l the tight fabric of Marie’s corset behind me, but in my mind I was feeling Sybil’s, and exploring her every curve and valley.I was squirming and thrusting, driven insane with desire and frustration. The cuffs held my hands tight, and Marie was locking me down. I pushed and fought Marie, but she just enjoyed it, and she humped her crotch into my. That was another reason I took off from work earlier than usual. Rush hour is a rush hour, even in the BDSM-section of a sex store.I looked around idly. I wasn't interested in anything else but the bondage stuff, and that still unfortunately made a minority of the equipment. Mostly it was stuff you could torment your significant other or yourself with, but I've never been interested in that. For me, it's all about restraints, always have been. For a time all the other stuff disturbed me a. Cuckolds will know what I'm talking about. To anyone else it will seem bizarre at best. Although there's probably some deep-seated reason for it, the psychology defies my analysis. It just 'does it' for me in a way nothing else can.Karen parted her legs slightly and I glimpsed black lace panties under her rather short skirt. Her bare legs, which had been clad in sheer tights when she left, ran like a hypnotic marble stairway from her stilleto heels to her invitation."Come closer," she said. ”“That’s your body preparing for coupling,” Adam explained. “The more prepared, the better.” He kissed her again while stroking her nipple through the fabric. “Do you like the sensations?”“They’re ... unfamiliar,” she replied.“Unpleasant?”Kara shook her head. “No. Not at all.”“Don’t be shy about touching me,” he said as he unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it open. Underneath she wore one of the bras he had picked out -- a simple one made of thin white fabric. The outlines of her wide areolas.