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hope you liked it?” I asked. Even now, I couldn’t believe what I’d just done. Handcuffed him, then stripped and made love to him on a factory floor. It was like some other person, someone sexier and more confident than I could ever be, had taken over my body.
    We stopped just inside the garage while I turned on the light. It was a lowset enclosed area at the front of my unit. Pipes ran along the ceiling just above head height, and a door at the other end separated it from the main house.
    He pushed me up against the wall and kissed me deeply. And it made me realize something . The person that had taken over my body was him.  He made me feel sexier. More confident.
    His hand went to the remote on the wall, and the door started to lower.
    “What are you doing?” I asked.
    “Do you still have that baton?”
    “Yes. Why?”
    “What you did before. To yourself. It really turned me on. I thought, seeing as you made me promise to return the favor, I might ah… have some fun.”
    “I think you repaid the favor very well already, Mr. King,” I breathed.
    “Is that a no?” he asked.
    I shook my head as he reached into my bag and withdrew the baton. And my handcuffs.
    “Arms in the air, Miss Watson.”
    I swallowed as he cuffed my hands to the piping on the low roof above me.  Then he stepped back, surveying his work. I was chained before him, hands half raised above my head, equal parts desire and fear in my eyes. “Yes, this is going to be very fun.”
    The baton slid over my cheek, to gently tickle me. “Lick it,” he whispered.
    I did as commanded, a thrill running through me at his tone. What was he going to do? I was fully clothed!
    The baton trailed from my lips over my collarbone, then slowly down my body. It reached my skirt and lifted it up. I was still wearing the lace panties underneath.
    “Now, now” Jacob tsked. “This won’t do at all.” The baton hooked the top of the panties, pushing down the lace to reveal a hint of what was below. “This is going to have to come off.”
    He leant forward before I could even think and whipped the undergarment roughly down my legs. I tensed, but could do nothing, chained to the pipes above. The lace gathered around my ankles as the baton trailed slowly back up; goosebumps followed in its wake. He moved in close and kissed me gently on the lips. It was so hot, being so helpless before one you trusted so completely. He could do anything to me right now.
    He continued to kiss me even as I felt a hand begin to circle below. A finger slid into me, feeling my moisture, then a second. I was wet, and already turned on from our previous encounter.  
    He stepped back. “Let’s have some fun with this little guy…” My eyes went wide, and I strained to see as he moved something slowly toward my most private of parts. It touched me, sending a cool, pleasant shiver through my body. Then he began to run it up and down that part of me. It was soft, yet rigid at the same time. Cool yet quickly warming to my touch. The baton!
    I struggled in my handcuffs, but to no avail. I was deliciously helpless as he knelt before more, using the baton for my pleasure. I was so turned on. His touch; the thought of what might come next – my hips strained toward him. Then I felt it stop stroking, and press against me. Gently at first, working me with just the end, much like I’d done to myself earlier. It felt just as good – no better, because he was doing it to me.
    It pushed inside, half an inch, testing me, then withdrew. It did it again, then again, arousing me with each slide over super sensitive nerves, preparing me for more as my body got used to the size. Then I felt it push in further. I gasped and looked down, but all I could see was his head.  I could do nothing as I felt it slide into me, back and forth, getting deeper each time. It was well lubricated now, huge, filling me. Like him. Imagining it was him. It felt so good!
    My hips rocked and I started to push against