All persons in this sort story are consenting adults over the age of 18. I do not like to rush in my writings, but I do love to tease the readers.
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"The two-inch wide straps around your ankles and wrists, are they too tight?" I asked in a pleasant voice.
"Just a little bit, Sir. Could you loosen them so they do not cut off the blood flow?" replied Miranda in her most timid voice.
"Does it hurt? Or are they just uncomfortable?" I calmly smiled as I reached for the left wrist and gave it a tug to tighten it another notch. As my hand left the strap, I ran it down her arm until I reached her neck inserting a finger into the collar holding her throat snuggly against the cross-member. I comment, "Not much room here either."
SMACK was the next sound she heard as I slapped her beautiful up-turned C-cupped tits. Her moan told me that she felt it and enjoyed the pain as her dark brown eyes watered and her mouth formed a perfect puckered "O" showing a tiny bit of her pearly white teeth.
My hand went toward her toned belly and made small circles feeling her abdomen become more ridged with anticipation, knowing that more of the pleasure she craved would soon be given and cheerfully received.
I traced around her hips, going past her shaved mound down to the tanned thighs pulling on the restraints securing them in an opened position just above the knees moving lower toward the ankles. All snug and tightly fixed. Yes, the Saint Andrews Cross had never looked so majestic.
After making sure she was not going to fall, I pulled the two retaining pins and rotated the cross and Miranda up side down placing her feet above her head. Her arms not quit touching the floor, so it put her mouth in the right position to use and maybe abuse as well.