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down at the moment, loosely between her legs. Projecting from this was a small but very stout dildo made from cream-coloured plastic.
    Sitting on the bed Andrea scrambled over to the middle of the mattress, then opened her legs. Leaning forward she secured the snap-locks attached to each rope at the bottom corners of the bed to a shiny metal D-ring at the side of the ankle cuffs. She lay back, feeling a surge of excitement. She tried to close her legs but couldn’t, the bondage preventing anything but the slightest inward movement.
    For a moment she did nothing, wallowing in the sensations that were coursing through her body. The dildo was sticking up vertically between her legs and she could push herself down on it so her labia were crushed against its shaft. Her clitoris was throbbing so wildly she thought she might come like this before her preparations were complete. But she managed to wrestle herself back from the edge.
    Sitting up again she took hold of the dildo and directed it down to the mouth of her vagina. Before this ritual had developed, before it had become so complicated, she had merely jammed the handle of her hairbrush into her sex while she frotted her fingers against her clit and dreamt of being bound and helpless. Now she had evolved much greater refinements.
    Bracing herself she slid the tip of the dildo into her vagina. A wave of sensation made her shudder. Her sex was wet and the dildo slid home effortlessly. She pushed it all the way in then folded the leather it was attached to up over her belly. It buckled tightly into the front of the belt around her waist, pressing down against her labia and holding the dildo firmly in place.
    Lying back again changed the angle of her sex, pushing the dildo into new areas of sensitivity. She moaned. Again she struggled with herself, as exquisite sensation rolled over her. She didn’t want to come yet, not until she was ready.
    The next manoeuvre required a little bit of contortion. Stretching herself up the bed, pulling until the ankle cuffs bit into her flesh, she reached over with both hands to the snap-lock on the top left-hand corner of the bed. She managed to clip it into the D-ring on the cuff around her left wrist. Then she rolled onto her back and stretched her right arm up to the rope lying on the mattress at the top right-hand corner. Andrea was not a fool. She did not want to tie herself in bondage so tight that she could not escape. She could have just managed to open the snap-lock with the fingers of her right hand and inserted it into the D-ring on her right wrist, but even if she could there was no guarantee she could get it open again. She had practised it several times and managed to get herself free on every occasion, but she was still not prepared to risk it. What she had done therefore, to give herself the impression of being bound and spread-eagled, was to knock the locking mechanism out of the snap-lock, leaving instead a hook-like projection. It was easy enough to get the D-ring into this hook and equally easy to unhook it again. Then, as long as she was careful not to move her right arm around too much, she could struggle and tug against it as if she were really bound.
    With her head twisted around so she could see what she was doing she managed to slip the D-ring over the hook. She immediately pulled her arm down so the rope was taut and the hook wouldn’t come free. She pulled on all her limbs, wanting to feel the constriction.
    It was not perfect. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew the bondage was a sham, that she could merely flick her right arm up and undo herself, but it was as near to the real thing as she was prepared to risk.
    She closed her eyes. She was acutely aware of her bondage, the way the leather cuffs pulled at her wrists and ankles, stretching the muscles and sinews of her body. She loved the feeling of the tight sleek stockings and the even tighter leather corset. The suspenders were so tight they cut