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Anastacia has a sweet innocence that masks a smoldering need to be
taken. The moment she entered the room I knew she needed to be bound.
Leather straps suited her well. I put one above and one below her fabulously
ample breasts, both straps capturing her arms.
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would push themselves insistently forward. |
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A process of pulling and manipulation made sure that her boobs were exactly
where I wanted them and well presented. They were quite firm. I massaged
her nipples, gently at first to test responsiveness and then crushed them
hard between my fingers until I made her wince. She definitely needed
nipple clamps.
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I wove a third strap through those that bound her arms
and confined her boobs.
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I ran the strap between her legs and pulled it tight up into her crotch
being careful to make sure that it was positioned properly.
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| It took a lot of time and manipulation to make sure that she was strapped
in just right. |
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Straps secure, I applied nipple clamps that she could wear for hours
as everyone in the room admired and appreciated Anastacia.
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| The room was crowded. I was sure that the guests would take
good care of her. |
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