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Forced orgasm: The meter-reader, Part 1
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Forced orgasm: The meter-reader, Part 1 I'm disguised as a gas company meter-reader, uniform-ish blue shirt, pants, work boots. On my belt in a worn holster is what might be a gas company portable device. Clipped to my shirt is a well-worn official-looking company id. It's a warm early summer day, so I'm wearing sunglasses and a blue visor cap. The street is quiet. I step onto her porch and put my hard case down. With a metal clipboard and pen in hand, I ring her bell, the first floor apartment. I know that her upstairs neighbors aren't home. She answers the door, and I start to explain that there's an issue with the gas lines in the neighborhood. I've been twirling the pen in my hand and it "accidentally" flies out of my hand over her shoulder onto the floor in the foyer behind her. I act embarrassed ("Oops! Sorry..."), and she naturally turns and reaches down to pick it up for me. I pull out the device from my holster, which is actually a stun gun and zap her in the ass. She slumps to the floor. I bring my hard case in, close the screen door, and close and lock the heavy front door. I drag her into her apartment, then bring in my case, and close and lock the front door. I take off my sunglasses and hat, then quickly and quietly close the windows and pull down the shades in the room, her living room/dining room. I make sure she's still breathing, then from my case I pull out handcuffs, leg irons (already padlocked to a very short length), padlocks, leather collar, gag, old cotton T-shirt, and black vinyl bondage tape, and quickly restrain her on the floor into a hogtie. She's dressed in denim overalls with short-sleeve button-down shirt. I cut a length of the T-shirt, wrap it around her head above her nose, then wrap the bondage tape around it, fashioning a blindfold that won't slip off. I pull out my cordless drill and drill some pilot holes in the wooden beams framing the open area between her living room and dining room. Some holes are overhead, some near the baseboard. I screw metal ring-bolts into the holes. While I'm working she starts to wake up, struggling in her metal bonds. I give her a smack on the ass and tell her to pipe down. When I'm done I drag her over to the floor under the frame. I padlock a chain from her collar to one baseboard. I alternately fondle her through her clothes and spank her with my open hand. She struggles, but there's nothing she can do about it. I take another length of chain, padlock one end to her leg-irons and the other to the ring-bolt in the far baseboard. Then I unlock the padlock connecting her wrists to her ankles. She tries to kick me, but I'm prepared for that and pull her legs straight and re-padlock her ankles to that same ring-bolt. I pull out and assemble a spreader bar, then with her feet still padlocked together in the leg irons I attach one ankle to one end of the spreader bar, then quickly disconnect her ankles from each other and attach the other ankle to the far end of the spreader bar. I remove the chain to the far baseboard, pull her up on her knees, then attach her wrists to an overhead ring-bolt. Then I pull her to her feet, get her steady on her feet, and further adjust her wrists above and behind her. With the chain from her collar still attached to the baseboard, she's bent over just the way I like. I pause to admire my handiwork so far. To be continued... |
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