Bound & Determined
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I can't dance, but if that's what he wanted I was determined to try. Thinking of all the costume movies I'd ever seen, I hesitantly lifted my right thigh up between the panels of my skirt until it was parallel to the floor. I pivoted on my left foot until I had turned and was facing him, then brought my right foot down firmly. More confident now, on the next beat I raised my left thigh, straightened out my balance and smartly brought that one down too.

 
I poised for a long moment, my knees slightly bent, feet apart and hands locked behind me, my fingers pointing down. While facing directly into the camera, I slowly twisted my body to the right and dropped my left shoulder. Then I twisted to the left while dropping my right shoulder. Each time I twisted I thrust my bosom outward. I loved the feel of my breasts gently swaying within the confines of the bandeau, the fabric rubbing against my sensitive nipples causing them to swell. Mike focused his camera on my chest, and it pleased me that he did. All the while he muttered encouragement. "Great. That's great. You're doing swell. Keep it up," he'd say as he busily clicked the shutter unaware of what was happening to me. I quietly hummed "The Stripper" to myself as I ground my hips. The most delicious cramps surged through my organs, wrapping them into knots.

I writhed and squirmed, always drawing attention to my vulnerable bosom. Staring straight into the camera, I pursed my lips passionately and pleaded with my eyes. I couldn't use my arms because of the cuffs, but I started a shimmy at my shoulders and sent it down through my chest and waist, all the way to my knees. It felt glorious.

 

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All too soon, Mike said, "time for a change." He removed my manacles and put them on the table.

"Oh no," I mewled, looking longingly at the manacles, "are we finished already?"

"Heck no," he laughed. "Second act coming up soon. Take a rest; you could use it dancing up a storm like that."

After he took the cuffs off, I calmed down. There were no marks on my wrists, but I gently flexed them and my arms and back too. After a few minutes I said I was ready to go again and Mike told me to stand by the table.

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