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Even though she was much shorter than me, she kept up a good pace, a pace down the street that in my dazzed state I had trouble keeping up with. Leading me by the hand, with an occasional quick pull on the leash, I was forced to keep up with her with a skip in my shuffling step. Each quick flip of her hand was a sudden pain at the root of my scrotum as the lasso of the leash pulled upwards.
I had mixed feelings at this point. I questioned my decision, but at the same time, I lusted after her. I had looked down her shirt at the office many times, and had even once caught a glimse of her panties. All this time I had worked with her and wanted her, and now my dreams were about to come true. Or so I thought... She said, "We are going to my place for some fun." I tried to speak, but then stopped. I had no idea what to say. She lived exactly where I thought she should. A fourth floor walk-up in Hell's Kitchen (a part of NYC.) That narrow stairway meant that we had to walk single file up the many flights of stairs, with her hand trailing and bouncing behind her, pulling me up with her. Every step or so, we would fall out of rythym with each other, and my genitals would get a quick jerk. This annoyed her as it jerked her wrist, so she in slight anger would give a sustained pull on the leash. I really questioned my decision now, as I worried about my organs. She seemed to know of my worry, and said, "Don't worry about them, I will give them a nice treatment when we get home. I always treat my possesions well." As she finished talking, I could see that she was smiling broadly as she turned her head away from me. Finally we stopped at her door, and we stepped inside. She brought me to her bedroom and pushed me onto the bed while still holding the leash. She commanded me to remove my shoes and to place my ankles into the velcro cuff restrains that were each attached to the frame of the bed. I looked up at her, still questioning my decision. I wanted to ask her a question or just talk a bit or something, but in my pause to obey, she snapped the leash twice to get me into action. Placing my ankles into the restrains left me sitting up on the bed with my legs spread. She then climbed onto me, and started kissing me. I laid back slowly, and what I did not realise at the time, was that she was placing my wrists into similar restrains at the top of the bed. She sat up suddenly, and with a wry smile said, "I can't believe that worked." I then realized I was completely helpless. "Jen, please, what is going on," I asked. She answered, "You gave yourself to me, and I now own you and your balls. Mmmmmm" She then grabbed a pair of scissors which scared me to death. Opening the scissors, and looking down at my groin actually hurt for a moment as the fear spread in my gut. Bending down and placing the scissors on my pants, she began to cut my clothes off and threw them on the floor in a pile. Completely naked I lay there, totally helpless and under her control. Thankfully, she removed the leash and lightly rubbed by testicles. The feeling that ran through me at that moment was pure pleasure as her small, warm hand caressed me. Shivers of pleasure were nearly overwelming watching this very beautiful woman have her way with me. Suddenly, a loud slap followed by pain rang through my testicles and then my body. I looked up and saw her with a look of excitement on her face as she opened her mouth to say, "David, now the fun begins."
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