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Too good of a deal

... 'That is my gift love.', she said with an enigmatic smile. 'And now, please raise your hands, it's measuring time.'. Carol stood up from the chair she was sitting on and walked to me. She touched my arm and looked into my eyes. It was obvious that she did not solely care about my measurements, she had an ulterior agenda. And small non-hetero part of me hoped that the agenda was the same that I had in my mind. She walked behind me and I felt the measuring tape touching my boobs when she started to work. I heard Carol speaking for herself, '86.'. The tape dropped down to my waist and she continued by saying '61.'. She caressed my shapely butt when she lowered her tape to take one final measurement, '91.'. She whispered into my left ear, 'Love, you have a body that deserves to be worshipped. Are you sure that you want to hide it behind all that latex?'. It was a rhetorical question, so I did not reply. But I did start to breathe a little bit heavier.

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'Now Alisha, I will need you to assume the position. Take those elbow & knee pads and I will tie your pretty body nice and tight.'. She pointed to a table that had various pieces of different paddings. I had expected to pose in the needed position, but not be tied down so I asked while trying to keep my voice as confident as possible, 'So you want me tied on my hands and knees behind of your store? What if someone walks in and sees us?'. 'Of course love! Did you ...

... think that I had to ask you here just because of those three little measurements? We need to tie you down and see how well you bend. And we need to figure out how tight you want certain places to be. It is going to be so much fun love. I promise!'. She kept smiling mischievously and continued, 'And don't you worry, this building has only one other person and us. My brother Carl is at the hall handling logistics, but you can ignore him. He had an accident when he was younger and cannot really appreciate the finer things in life.'. Something in her voice made me second-guess myself, but I ignored the growing doubt. She was not taking measurements for some silly summer dress. This sort of suit needs precise measurements from every angle. Carol reassured me, 'No pressure love. These things need trust. If it makes you feel better, we can do this some other time and you can even ask your partner or friend to join us. I steeled myself and replied, 'Nonsense Carol. You just took me by surprise. Let's tie me up.'. 'Wonderful. Yes, let's Alisha.', Carol said while smiling.

Next few minutes Carol explained to me what she had planned for me. She said that she is going to use old belts and tie my hands and legs just like with a real bitch suit. She then uses the notches of the belts to measure the ideal tightness. Measuring tape might've worked as well, but she has gotten used to counting the notches of the belts. When all the measurements have been tallied, she wants me to be fully tied ...