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seemed to be harder and bigger than she had ever seen before. Deliciously, she began the final climb to her orgasm. Andreas, her beautiful, tantalizing lover, was sweating as he drove himself deep inside his willing captive. The final explosion shook them both as they reached their zenith together.
    He collapsed over her thighs, his head resting on the tiny exposed strip of her naked belly. He lay panting for a moment, seemingly aware that they had both reached new places and that she was still totally unable to move. The leather straps of her clothing were still in place and her arms powerlessly held captive at her sides.
    ‘You are quite some lady,’ he said at last.
    She smiled at him. ‘I doubt lady is the description most people would use. Am I to be released now? Or do you have something else in mind?’
    ‘Heavens, woman. Are you never satisfied?’ Andreas laughed, and crossed the room to slide another of the mirror doors aside. She watched him as he went into a shower cubicle. He stood beneath the hard spray and soaped himself all over. Despite their excesses, she felt herself growing moist yet again, as she saw the punishing spray pouring over his beautiful body. She struggled against her restraints to increase the excitement they gave her. She had often allowed herself to be tied to her bed with silk scarves, a harmless practice that had pleased her and the men who shared it with her. But nothing could compare with the thrill of this. She longed for a free hand to touch herself and allow some relief, but she was still bound tight in her leather casing. She clenched her muscles and the metal ball, still in its place, pressed against her ever-hungry bud. She found waves of heat suffusing her body once more. She must certainly acquire such a simple device for herself. She could imagine the self-pleasuring she could achieve while sitting on a chair, in the car, anywhere.
    Andreas stood watching her, his shower completed. He wore a towel draped round his waist, and moved to release her.
    ‘Are you quite sure you have finished?’ he asked, as he watched the final throes of her spasm. ‘I am willing to leave you there all night if you like.’
    She shook her head and he unclipped first her arms and then her waist restraint. She tried to move slightly, but found that her body had stiffened from being in one position for so long.
    ‘Stay still. Don’t try to move,’ he ordered. He swiftly released her legs, unzipping the boots and pulling them off. Gently, he pulled her into an upright position and painstakingly slowly, it seemed to her, unbuckled the leather. He slipped it from beneath her and slid it down over her legs. The now open studded band that had covered her fell to the ground. There were dark stains on it, the evidence of their activities.
    Andreas pulled out an extension to the table and laid her back on it. He poured scented oil over her body and smoothed it in to anoint the reddening patches where the buckles and tight restraints had made their mark. She luxuriated in the new sensations.
    After a few moments, he gently pulled her up again and led her to the bathroom. Inside, a low marble bath was waiting. She had not been able to see it before and she stepped into it gratefully. A fresh bucket of iced champagne was waiting at the side and her lover poured them a glass each, stepping into the huge bath with her. She didn’t bother to ask where it had come from, or when he had run the bath. Things just happened around him. Now, she wanted to know more about him.
    ‘Do you live here alone?’
    ‘No. I have a staff. Among them, the two uncouth youths who, shall we say, introduced us? They are on my payroll. They have a few specialised duties, but they are of no real value here. I have a man, a friend here who does all I need.’
    She had forgotten all about their fortuitous meeting the previous evening. Indeed, she had forgotten many things, including the fact that she was supposed to be working the