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The Black Glove
Tracy does her man maintenance
“It’s time. Go and get ready”.
Jack quivered with excitement, and bit his lip. He wasn’t allowed to speak. Any deviation from her carefully choreographed ritual would cause the game to end, and him no relief until she chose to do it again.
He ran upstairs to his tiny bedroom, ripped his clothes off, pushed his penis back between his legs as he pulled on Tracy’s special knickers, secured his ankles with a click of the padded steel cuffs at the bottom of the metal framed single bed, then pulled the covers over and reached for the handcuffs that were connected by a chain to the top of the bed.
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He ran his fingers across the cold, shiny metal and hesitated. His penis throbbed painfully. His left hand positioned the cuff around his right wrist. Heart thumping, he slowly squeezed and felt the cuff click shut, a spasm in his throat as mad panic rose within him. He quickly bent his right wrist to the crazy angle required to position the left cuff, which slipped from his sweaty fingertips, clicking closed at the fourth attempt.
He pulled hard at the cuffs. He knew them so well, but every time, his crazy anticipation made him explore the limits of their restraint. The chain was long enough for his hands to…
