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I
comply
,
and
he
drags
me
down
the
bed
so
that
my
arms
are
stretched
out
and
almost
straining
at
the
cuffs
.
Holy
cow
,
I
cannot
move
my
arms
.
A
frisson
of
trepidation
mixed
with
tantalizing
exhilaration
sweeps
through
my
body
,
making
me
wetter
.
I
groan
.
Parting
my
legs
,
he
cuffs
first
my
right
ankle
and
then
my
left
so
I
am
staked
out
,
spread
-
eagled
,
and
totally
vulnerable
to
him
.
It
’
s
so
unnerving
that
I
can
’
t
see
him
.
I
listen
hard
…
what
’
s
he
doing
?
And
I
hear
nothing
,
just
my
breathing
and
the
pounding
thud
of
my
heart
as
blood
pulses
furiously
against
my
eardrums
.
Abruptly
,
the
soft
silent
hiss
and
pop
of
the
iPod
springs
into
life
.
From
inside
my
head
,
a
lone
angelic
voice
sings
unaccompanied
a
long
sweet
note
,
and
it
’
s
joined
almost
immediately
by
another
voice
,
and
then
more
voices
—
holy
cow
,
a
celestial
choir
—
singing
a
capella
in
my
head
,
an
ancient
,
ancient
hymnal
.
What
in
heaven
’
s
name
is
this
?
I
have
never
heard
anything
like
it
.
Something
almost
unbearably
soft
brushes
against
my
neck
,
running
languidly
down
my
throat
,
slowly
across
my
chest
,
over
my
breasts
,
caressing
me
…
pulling
at
my
nipples
,
it
’
s
so
soft
,
skimming
underneath
.
It
’
s
so
unexpected
.
It
’
s
fur
!
A
fur
glove
?
Christian
trails
his
hand
,
unhurried
and
deliberate
,
down
to
my
belly
,
circling
my
navel
,
then
carefully
from
hip
to
hip
,
and
I
’
m
trying
to
anticipate
where
he
’
s
going
next
…
but
the
music
…
it
’
s
in
my
head
…
transporting
me
…
the
fur
across
the
line
of
my
pubic
hair
…
between
my
legs
,
along
my
thighs
,
down
one
leg
…
up
the
other
…
it
almost
tickles
…
but
not
quite
…
more
voices
join
…
the
heavenly
choir
all
singing
different
parts
,
their
voices
blending
blissfully
and
sweetly
together
in
a
melodic
harmony
that
is
beyond
anything
I
’
ve
ever
heard
.
I
catch
one
word
—
“
deus
”
—
and
I
realize
they
are
singing
in
Latin
.
And
still
,
the
fur
is
moving
down
my
arms
and
around
my
waist
…
back
up
across
my
breasts
.
My
nipples
harden
beneath
the
soft
touch
…
and
I
’
m
panting
…
wondering
where
his
hand
will
go
next
.
Suddenly
,
the
fur
is
gone
,
and
I
can
feel
the
fronds
of
the
flogger
flowing
over
my
skin
,
following
the
same
path
as
the
fur
,
and
it
’
s
so
hard
to
concentrate
with
the
music
in
my
head
—
it
sounds
like
a
hundred
voices
singing
,
weaving
an
ethereal
tapestry
of
fine
,
silken
gold
and
silver
through
my
head
,
mixed
with
the
feel
of
the
soft
suede
against
my
skin
…
trailing
over
me
…
oh
my
…
abruptly
,
it
disappears
.
Then
suddenly
,
sharply
,
it
bites
down
on
my
belly
.
“
Aagghh
!
”
I
cry
out
.
It
takes
me
by
surprise
,
but
it
doesn
’
t
exactly
hurt
and
tingles
all
over
,
and
he
hits
me
again
.
Harder
.
“
Aaah
!
”
I
want
to
move
,
to
writhe
…
to
escape
,
or
to
welcome
,
each
blow
…
I
don
’
t
know
—
it
’
s
so
overwhelming
…
I
can
’
t
pull
my
arms
…
my
legs
are
stuck
…
I
am
held
very
firmly
in
place
…
and
again
he
strikes
across
my
breasts
—
I
cry
out
.
And
it
’
s
a
sweet
agony
—
bearable
,
just
…
pleasant
—
no
,
not
immediately
,
but
as
my
skin
sings
with
each
blow
in
perfect
counterpoint
to
the
music
in
my
head
,
I
am
dragged
into
a
dark
,
dark
part
of
my
psyche
that
surrenders
to
this
most
erotic
sensation
.
Yes
—
I
get
this
.
He
hits
me
across
my
hip
,
then
moves
in
swift
blows
over
my
pubic
hair
,
on
my
thighs
,
and
down
my
inner
thighs
…
and
back
up
my
body
…
across
my
hips
.
He
keeps
going
as
the
music
reaches
a
climax
,
and
then
suddenly
the
music
stops
.
And
so
does
he
.
Then
the
singing
starts
again
…
building
and
building
,
and
he
rains
down
blows
on
me
…
and
I
groan
and
writhe
.
Once
again
,
it
ceases
and
all
is
quiet
…
except
my
wild
breathing
…
and
wild
yearning
.
For
…
oh
…
what
’
s
happening
?
What
’
s
he
going
to
do
now
?
The
excitement
is
almost
unbearable
.
I
’
ve
entered
a
very
dark
,
carnal
place
.
The
bed
moves
and
shifts
as
I
feel
him
clamber
over
me
,
and
the
song
starts
again
.
He
’
s
got
it
on
repeat
…
this
time
it
’
s
his
nose
and
lips
that
take
the
place
of
the
fur
…
running
down
my
neck
and
throat
,
kissing
,
sucking
…
trailing
down
to
my
breasts
…
Ah
!
Taunting
each
of
my
nipples
in
turn
…
his
tongue
swirling
around
one
while
his
fingers
relentlessly
tease
the
other
…
I
groan
,
loudly
I
think
,
though
I
can
’
t
hear
.
I
am
lost
.
Lost
in
him
…
lost
in
the
astral
,
seraphic
voices
…
lost
to
all
the
sensations
I
cannot
escape
…
I
am
completely
at
the
mercy
of
his
expert
touch
.
He
moves
down
to
my
belly
—
his
tongue
circling
my
navel
—
following
the
path
of
the
flogger
and
the
fur
…
I
moan
.
He
’
s
kissing
and
sucking
and
nibbling
…
moving
south
…
and
then
his
tongue
is
there
.
At
the
junction
of
my
thighs
.
I
throw
my
head
back
and
cry
out
as
I
almost
detonate
into
orgasm
…
I
’
m
on
the
brink
,
and
he
stops
.
