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... attempts leaving him to nothing but muffled groans, his fear growing more by each second. Where, what, was he being robbed, what, what, the total black unknown terrified him beyond belief, dressed as he was, bound as he was, he was close to losing his mind. He felt a hand on his arm, it held him tightly for a minute until he calmed a little, then it began to gently pull him, leading him somewhere. They stopped, he felt disorientated, no idea where he was, it made him feel so scared that he was almost tearful, when suddenly he became aware of warm breath against his face. He gasped inwardly at the feel of the lips touching his own around his ball gag and then becoming somehow aware that a tongue was touching the ball, licking it softly, its' tip sometimes touching his lips too. Hands slipped around him as the erotic kiss continued making him whimper submissively, in a defenceless, vulnerable, arousal. They continued on, exploring, touching, up over his chest, then down over his dress, finding its' hem as they stroked down against his legs, then sliding up his thighs beneath it and all the while the lips and tongue played over and around the ballgag in playful kisses. He seemed rooted to the spot, unable to stop this controlling visitor, he should have tried to step away, to try to raise his knees in defence, but the hypnotic effect of touch, blindness and silence mesmerised him. He sensed a body heated against his own as the hands slid up over his bum, palms warm against him ...

... as they slid further in their search for the waistband of his tights. He suddenly realised what was happening too, sensing the exploring fingers search. As they discovered what they'd been looking for, he felt them then, fingers and thumbs gripping the elastic edge and inexorably pulling as the nylon of his tights were drawn slowly down over his bum. Slowly almost gently, but unstoppably down over his hips in their journey down his legs. They had both known in their own way that the one still unfettered area of his freedom was his ankles and the visitor was keen to address that, keen for total immobilisation of his prey, the tights in their loose bondage to become a restriction there too, preventing flight from the fright bubbling through him. Trying to step blindly away his tights prevented the movement of his ankles, whimpering now in the swift realisation that he'd allowed himself to become drawn into further bondage, his body trembling so much he was swaying in his fear. The hands gripped him tightly, suddenly strong now, he thought he was falling, he squeaked, stiffening in expectation of hitting the floor, but he was under the visitor's complete control, the fall hadn't happened and in a few minutes of movement and adjustment he realised that he was across their knees. His bottom was in the air, his head downwards almost touching the floor, depending fully on and in total reliance of the visitor holding him, preventing his crash against that hard floor. An arm was around ...