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Sleight of Hand

... breathing become more deliberate as she felt herself melting at this man’s touch. The metal was cool on her skin and felt tight as she attempted to flex her wrists against them. He looked her in the eye with a deep intensity that made her feel vulnerable in ways beyond the physical as he tugged on the joining chain of the cuffs, jerking her arms this way and that. “Think you can get out of these?” he asked. “Doubtful,” she said. “It’s easy. Just one... two…” With a delicate pass of his hand, she felt the cuffs slack open and the blood rush back towards her fingertips. She hadn’t even felt him touch her. “…three,” he finished. The two of them shared a smile as he moved in close. Instinctively, Jenna pursed her lips for a kiss and inhaled the scent of his cologne. She felt her knees go a little weak and flexed them to keep herself upright. It was only when her vision became obscured by the blindfold did she realized why he had leaned-in. “Maybe later,” he whispered to just her, and then speaking loud enough for Brandon to hear, “Now turn around.” She spun slightly and felt him moving her wrists behind her back before cuffing them forcefully. He then twisted and turned with her body, obviously striking various poses for the camera, as she tried to remain in control of her emotions. Here she was, dolled up and constrained to the will of this man. Fortunately, Brandon was there so she knew it was safe but deep down she was loving the fear that came from being bound by someone ...

... she had just met that afternoon. Jenna could feel the juices of her pussy start to drip down her inner thigh while she imagined Tristan taking her right there. ‘It wouldn’t be hard,’ she thought, ‘Just bend me over, hike up the skirt, and…’ She bit her lip before she could complete the thought. “Great Jenna, I love that. Keep doing that look,” she heard Brandon call to her. The camera’s shutter clicked with a rhythmic cadence while the magician and his assistant posed before it. On the surface it looked like as if he might proceed to saw her in half, make her levitate, or any other number of well-known feats of illusion. However, deep down, it was like a prolonged session of sensual foreplay between the two. She was loving the submissiveness of her role so much that, even though they were standing, she found herself able to continually squeeze her hips together, savoring the satisfaction it brought. What had started as an innocent photo shoot was now slowing filling her with lust and desire. When Brandon announced that they were done and Tristan removed her blindfold and the handcuffs she had to suppress the urge to pout. “Well, that wasn’t too painful, I hope,” said Tristan encouragingly. “No, not at all. If anything I’m saddened that things ended so soon,” she confessed. “Well that’s all we need from you. I have to take a few more solo shots and then I’ll be done myself. You are more than welcome to stick around if you would like,” he told her. “Oh thank you. I would really ...