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stood and caressed the nape of my neck, tickling the small hairs that escaped my ponytail. A shiver ran through me, and he chuckled before grabbing my ponytail and forcing my head back.
    I gasped, part with pain and part with pleasure. “You like that? Good.” He kissed my forehead gently and let my hair go. My heart was fluttering in my chest with excitement and a little apprehension. I rubbed my thighs together as I felt invisible strings of lust tightening through my body. He stood in front of me, the light from the entry silhouetting his figure and shadowing his face from me. He reached out and undid the top button of my shirt, then ripped the remaining buttons open. My breasts heaved in their white bra, exposed as he tucked the two sides of my shirt over my shoulders and ran his hands down my arms. Goosebumps jumped up as he touched my skin, eliciting another deep chuckle.
    He kneeled down, and tied each ankle to the chair with the rough twine. Again, it was just loose enough for it to rub, but not to escape. His hand glided up my calf, around the inner side of my knee and up my inner thigh. He reached up and grabbed the scissors, and in a series of quick cuts made the demure slit in my skirt reach up my thigh. I tried not to think of how much I liked this skirt, or how much it would cost to get a new one. I didn’t have much time to contemplate as he flipped my skirt open so I was exposed before him. I was really glad I wore the nice underwear today. He rubbed his finger along the edge of the fabric, right where my left leg joined my body. Anticipation was flooding my veins as he slowly slid a finger across the fabric to the spot right above my clit. He stroked it gently, and I couldn’t help but moan a little, feeling my panties dampen. He smiled and traced his finger down to the wet spot.
    “You will not come until I tell you to.” He spoke quietly as he looked deep into my eyes. Again, a polite command. I nodded feverishly, wanting only to please him. He moved smoothly and grabbed something from the box behind me. A soft buzzing noise came from the egg-shaped device in his hand as it vibrated. He put it on my inner thigh, moving the vibrations up my leg and towards my eager sex. He slid it under my panties, right on top of my clit, and left it there. I felt like my world was pulsing with pleasure as the vibrator shook my poor little clit into a frenzy. There was no doubt in my mind that I was going to come, but I was determined to please him, to wait until he gave me permission. I bit my lower lip, trying to think of other things as he smiled and stood up. He walked around me again, observing, smiling at my pleasurable discomfort. He put his hands on the back of the chair, and put his lips against my ear.
    “Your posture is improving, Claire.” His breath caressed my ear, sending a shiver down my spine again. I was so proud I was doing what he wanted. He pulled back my collar and touched the duct tape running down my spine. Without warning he ripped it off, the tape pulling all the small hairs down to the middle of my shoulder blades, where my bra stopped him from pulling further. I yelped with surprise. My skin tingled with pain as the hair roots screamed. I almost came. The pain was the perfect accompaniment to the pleasure in my nether regions- an added sensation to the growing bubble inside me. He brushed his fingers against the reddened skin, the soft touch zinging my nerves. I bit down hard on my lip to keep my orgasm in check, the vibrator merciless against me. He chuckled behind me as I heard wood scrape against the box.
    Again he kneeled in front of me. My lip hurt from biting it so hard, but I didn’t dare release it. The shadows highlighted a predatory grin as he reached around my torso and skillfully undid the clasp of my bra with one hand. “A trick I learned,” he murmured as he pulled his hand out. With the clasp undone, he pulled the bra down, sliding the straps down to my elbows and