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but I gave a jerky nod, not sure where my voice had gone. I finally found it. "Yes. Er, yes. I think so. I'm twenty and no one kidnapped me, although I came with some assumptions that have proved to be wrong. But that was just me, my fault."
    "Good. I assure you that you won't be hurt or injured. If, at any time, you become frightened or the pain is too great, just say 'stop.' If you're a good girl, perhaps you can play the mistress next time. Phil and I take turns since we are both a bit of the dom. Would you like that?"
    I shrugged. I wasn't at all sure that would be a role I could fill, although it seemed to suit Linds. I couldn't quite picture myself in black leather.
    Philippe laughed again, close behind me. "It's all right, Geri. I promise you'll not be abused or harmed in any way. You may find the game as arousing as I do. It can be very exciting to be helpless, to surrender completely to the demands of a master or mistress, letting them do with you whatever they will."
    Before I could shape a reply, Linds picked up one pair of the handcuffs, which had the wrist bands wrapped in plush fabric. She snapped them deftly over my wrists, then pushed my hands up above my head. Now it was her hands that toyed with my tits. She pinched the nipples until it hurt, but then changed swiftly to a silky caress with the tips of her long, red-nailed fingers. Screaming red nails? That didn't fit my image of her, but then none of this did.
    Next she lifted my face with one hand tangling in my hair, brushed away the wild strands veiling my face with the other and brought her mouth to mine. I decided at once that Philippe kissed much better, but it wasn't hard to endure. After a moment, she drew back, snatched up a square of silk from the bed, and rolled it into a band which she tied around my head, covering my eyes.
    About that time, I felt warm skin against my back, followed by the thrust of a cock, slipping between my cheeks. There was a prickle of hair against my bare back, then a larger pair of hands came around from behind to cup my tits, fondling them. Awash in sensations, I started to lower my own hands because they were beginning to tingle from want of circulation.
    The little cat sliced sharply across my bare stomach. "No! You were not told to bring your hands down." I bit my lip against the whimper, shocked at the sudden rush of heat and moisture between my legs that followed hard on the heels of that sting. A shove from behind had me staggering a step before I fell forward onto the bed.
    The coverlet was not smooth, but a harsh, rather prickly fabric. Linds told me to move forward, closer to the head of the bed, but reminded me to keep my linked hands above my head. About all I could do that way was to kind of wiggle and slither. That rubbed my sensitive, normally protected skin against the fabric. It didn't quite hurt, but almost. That, too, was arousing.
    A moment later, my legs were grabbed, one from each side, and spread wide. With heavy cords, each ankle was anchored to a bedpost. The handcuffs hooked conveniently on a recessed hook in the headboard. There I was, trapped, totally helpless. A mixture of fear and incredible excitement washed over me. Tiny, fine shivers coursed over my nearly nude body as I lay there, face down, stretched just short of the point of actual discomfort. And helpless, utterly and completely helpless.
    What have I gotten myself into? It was terrible, yet I had never in my life been so totally hot, so aware of my body, each and every bit of it from the hair that still crackled out around my head clear down to my toes, but especially all those erogenous zones--exposed and available to not one person but two. Vulnerability was a new and potent sensation.
    My breasts ached. My pussy clenched and throbbed. It was all I could do to lie still and remain silent. I was pretty sure I should not move or make a sound without permission, and none had been given. If I rolled my pelvis just a little more I could