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Her wrists are tied palm to plam behind her back.

She is naked and beautiful as at my request she stands silently before me, a nude girl wondering what I might do next, but she is the slave, so I keep silent.

And WTF, I expect her to be quiet.

I expect her to hold her elbows together behind her back, stick her breasts out towards me, so I can first lick, then bite them and finally place clothespins on them as she complains that I am abusing her.

A complaining slave girl deserves tortured nipples……………

Does she have a choice, well, the strap on my hip dictates her choices and interests.

So having learned from experience, she stands silently before me.

Nude slave girls are interesting, they are very sexy.

Before she can react further, without warning I pull the pretty girl to me and place my right arm protectively around her bare shoulders pulling her to my chest as she starts to sob uncontrollably against my 6’1” frame enveloping her much smaller body.

After holding her tightly for several minutes she settles down somewhat.

I lift her chin by my right hand to force her face to meet my eyes, smiling sweetly.

I kiss her ardently full and hard on her very responsive lips. She returns my passion. Our tongues search each other out.

I slip my hands underneath her bound arms and hold her tightly, feeling her soft breasts burn into my shirt. I feel a great need for closeness from her. She embraces me warmly and kisses me deeply.

Just before her scent begins to overwhelm me, I break our embrace and move behind her in order to slip the single sleeve over her arms.

“Wait! You don’t have to…. “

But my hand is over her mouth as I adjust the straps over her shoulders and around her bare chest, leaving her elbows with four inches of freedom. Quietly she just stands and shivers as I complete tightening the straps.

Next the waist strap and the strap up between her legs but not before I slide my finger in and up along her pussy, finding her special little hood which I slide away and massage her gently bringing a strong, deep female moan and then a second as I pull the strap up very tight and buckle it at her front.

Now her finger tips end in a strap, which goes between her buttocks, between her labia, over her mound and up to a tight waist strap, which holds her arms tight against her body.

I pick up one of the two shoes. It is a red patent leather shoe with if anything, a higher heel than any shoe she has worn.

There are two straps, one of which ended with a D-ring, but no buckles. I grab her ankle to raise her feet and put one of the shoes on her.

"These straps work like so, and this ring goes through this slot."

I demonstrate by wrapping them around her ankle, then around the middle of her foot. I join the two straps right in front of the heel underneath the shoe. I take one of the small padlocks and put it through the ring snapping it closed.

"It won't come off until it's unlocked,"

I take the other shoe and put it on her foot.

She will not run away…

"To my lips, pretty girl."

Pretty Girl quickly rises, the shoes put her high on her toes as presses her body against mine, her breasts crushed against me,,,,,drilling into me.

I lift pretty girl's face up, sealing our union.

She is so fuckable….

She trembles and moans as I break the kiss and thrust her away. Her lips appear hungry, and they consume my anger.

Standing, unsure as to what to do she waits, naked and trembling.

She lowers her head once again and waits for my next move.