He felt her ankles being tightly strapped to the cold iron post. Then her knees. Then her thighs. Then her waist. She had to take a deep breath to accommodate the tight strap. Then her wrists were unshackled, bdsm and were drawn up behind her and above her head, and again secured behind the post. The captor removed the breast harness, and stepped back admiring his work. He seemed well pleased. Her full rounded breasts were drawn up to full prominence by her streached arms, contrasting with her slim waist and flat tummy. He examined and tweaked bdsm sites her nipples. Christina dreaded what was to come. When she was restrained in a kneeling position, uncomfortable though it was, at least, she thought, her private parts were protected by her knees. Now she was nakedly open and totally defenceless as never before in her young life. Even the tight straps, gripping her legs close together, were a source of comfort in her terrible situation. Christina wriggled as best she could to see if there was any loosening of her bonds, but the Arab had done his job expertly. She sobbed and sobbed in despair.
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