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knot of lust as Franco’s greedy hands freely explored the smooth slope of her back, her slender hips; fondled and squeezed her naked bottom till she squirmed unable to keep still. He laughed and ran a finger around her waist under the belt testing its tightness and then he reached between her booted legs to take up the strap that hung from the front of the belt and pull it through her slightly-opened thighs.
    Blaze had to bite down on her lower lip to suppress a moan as the strap that bisected her clean-shaven vulva was pulled up into her crotch, biting into soft pussyflesh, pressing its way between the folded labia while Franco silently tugged on the notched end. She clenched her teeth and murmured: “Ohhh, not so tight.” It was a whispered plea, meant for just the two of them.
    The pressure eased but slightly. Franco leaned against her long naked back and his hot breath whispered in her ear. “You love it, don’t you Baby? The tighter the better. I knew you were the type that liked it rough” And with that he yanked on the leather strip hauling it up in back forcing Blaze up on her toes as he drew the strap between her cheeks and held it there tight in her crack. The end was threaded through the slip buckle; the crotch strap secured.
    He kissed the back of her neck and let his hands trail down over her naked shoulders stepping back, while Blaze stood stock still before the mirror. Her soft brown eyes flew open to behold the erotic sight of herself in leather restraints; she took a deep shivering breath.
    Franco continued to help her with the preparations; assisted in securing soft leather cuffs to her wrists and ankles. An additional set of straps, with D-rings attached to them, were buckled into place banding the upper arms just above the elbows. To complete this stage, a final strap was looped around her neck and buckled to form a high 4-inch leather collar. And here her dresser was careful to allow some slack so that the collar loosely encircled the tall girl’s slender neck.
    By now there was an air of anticipation, a sexual tension that grew to permeate the dressing room.
    The joking, laughing and wise-cracking between the still-dressed men and the naked women had trailed off. There was an occasional grunt or half-moan as straps were pulled tight. Blaze heard someone yelp when she received a friendly slap on the butt. Furtive hands were groping and fondling, taking advantage of this unbelievable opportunity to savor all the pleasures the statuesque showgirls had to offer. Murmured female voices mixed with those of the clearly aroused grooms who talked under their breath to their partners of the moment, sharing intimacies, telling them how hot they were; how super they looked in bondage.
    Blaze looked around her. She saw her girlfriends pulling on the leather trappings, being suited up for their roles as ponygirls in the bizarre performance orchestrated by the mysterious millionaire -- whom they had yet to lay eyes on.
    Again her eyes came back to rest on herself in the full-length mirror. An incredible wave of sexual hunger welled up in her; left a throbbing deep in her loins. All she knew was she wanted a man, needed a man...and pretty-boy Franco was looking scrumptious to her right now. She knew he was sporting an erection under those expensive slacks he wore, and he was leaning into her; his warm hands were all over her body. But just as she was about to make a grab for him, he pulled away. Giving her a quick kiss on her startled lips, he turned to remove some trappings that hung nearby on a set of wooden pegs.
    This turned out to be the head harness. The tangle of straps was placed over her head, imprisoning Blaze’s stylish cropped hair. A thin band looped the crown of her head, crossing her forehead. From this head band an inverted vee angled down on either side of her nose, to hold a hard rubber bit that her handler had to gently coax the reluctant girl to accept between her teeth. The last strip ran