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What Julie had, as it turned out, was a set of stainless-steel handcuffs hidden away in a kitchen drawer. Gaby imagined her buying them in one of the bondage-boutiques downtown, fumbling in her purse for money (little Julie would never put a purchase like this on her credit cards), nervous as hell while the leatherman behind the counter smiled indulgently at her. Julie dangled the cuffs in front of Gaby's nose, jingling them. "These are for you," she whispered harshly. "Stand up and take that shirt off." Gaby got up, blithely obeying. When she let the shirt drop to her feet, Julie stroked the cuff over her breast. The chill of the metal hit Gaby's nipple through the thin material of her bra, and she shuddered with unexpected violence. "I want this off too," Julie said, indicating the bra. "Come on, take it off...bitch." Gaby bit back a laugh as she reached behind her to undo the bra. But when it came off her nipples were like two little pebbles, and there was definitely something going on between her legs, a nice little tingle. Julie moved quickly behind her. Gaby compliantly crossed her wrists over the small of her back, her shoulders stiffening a little as the cuffs snapped shut. The little metallic click sounded loud as a rifle-shot in the kitchen. For a brief second - though she would have died before admitting it to Julie - Gaby almost panicked. Her other lovers, rough as they could get, had never been much into bondage. She'd only been tied up once before, by a big German guy she'd gone out with briefly in her college days, and she hadn't much liked it. She'd forgotten what the feeling of control draining away was like, but she was remembering now. Her breath quickened, and a little prickle of sweat broke on her forehead. She stepped reflexively away from Julie, pacing mindlessly while her wrists twisted helplessly against the cuffs. A strange thought came to her - she thought she must look like a horse right now, a pretty young horse being broken, prancing nervously around its corral, chafing under a new saddle. The thought brought an unexpected rush of excitement to her twat. Pretty. A pretty little horse, that's what I am. She shuddered and pushed it out of her mind. "Where do you think you're going?" Julie demanded, swatting her ass. Her voice was stronger now, more confident, and her hand hit her hard. "Get down. On the floor, bitch-girl. I want my bitch-girl all the way naked." She was stuttering, but with excitement now, not nervousness. "Julie, listen," Gaby said, licking her lips. "I don't know..." Julie threw her arms around Gaby and squeezed her hard, pushing her mouth onto hers and kissing her roughly. There was nothing gentle about the kiss, little affection. Julie was taking her mouth, simply because she wanted it, and there was nothing to prevent her from taking it, from biting her lips and sucking at her teeth and thrusting her tongue down against her tonsils. Her little bony arms felt solid and unyielding as steel bands. Gaby was hot now, well and truly. She hadn't even the time to draw comparisons between Julie's kiss and the treatment she'd received from her other lovers. When Julie released her, she sank meekly down onto the linoleum, her cunt pulsing. Julie bent long enough to grab her ankles, then straightened again, hugging Gaby's feet to her chest. "These have to come off," she growled, and both of Gaby's expensive Italian flats fell with loud thunks to the floor. "No, Julie, please..." Her voice was gasping and embarassingly shrill. She wriggled like a landed fish on the floor, her cuffed wrists digging painfully into her back. She hated to have her feet touched, or even seen. She'd always thought they were too big, too bony. And they smelled, she was sure of that. But Julie rubbed Gaby's toes over her face like they were a bouquet of flowers. "Look at these red toes," Julie purred, sounding lost in ecstasy. "These red, slutty toes." She bit them hard and Gaby shrieked, thrashing her ass around. The sensation was intense, a pure white spark zapping from her toes up to her brain. When Julie licked her soles, her white, sweaty soles, she felt like she might faint. It tickled and burned all the way through her. "Alright," Julie said, letting her legs fall and falling to a crouch between them. "Let's get these jeans off. Let's see what you've been hiding from me all this time, girlfriend." END ------------------------------------------------------------------------
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