Kaitlyn led me to a large room, arranged with a number of cabinets, tables, horses and all manner of bondage equipment. She took two large, fur lined cuffs and placed them on my wrists, buckling them tight. Over my head was a chain with a hook, to which she attached the cuffs. Slowly she pulled the chain through a pulley, raising my hands above my head.

"You poor thing," Kaitlyn said, smiling at me, "you poor, poor thing."

She was shaking her head and smiling.

I looked at her apprehesively.

"You know what you've done, don't?" she asked.

I shook my head.

"Everything you told me, David," she traced her finger down the center of my chest, slowly letting it linger on my belly, before making small circles around my cock, and proceeding to my thighs. "All those things. They are your weaknesses." She bit her lip, looking back at me, now deadly serious, "And I intend to use them."

She let her finger trace up and down my thigh, almost absent-mindedly.

"I'm going to start with something nice and easy for you, so you can see what I mean. It is so easy to tease a man's body, what really turns me on is teasing him completely, teasing his body, mind and soul."

I tugged gently at my wrists, knowing they were secure.

"Oh, you can tug all you want, baby," she said, her hand brushing against my cock, "You aren't going anywhere."

From beside me, she picked up a pair of latex gloves and put them on, with a nice snap. Next, she squeezed a tube of a semiclear liquid, making a large pool of it in her left hand. She approached me and her left hand slowly and gently pressed against my semi stiff cock. Her delicate fingers slowly massaged the lotion into my cock, which immediately began to grow harder again. The lotion was warm, and her second hand began to slide along my balls, coating them as well.

Her grip grew tighter as she coated my cock, as the pressure of her grip grew, my cock began to slip and slide in her hand. The harder she would squeeze, the more intense the feeling when my cock finally escaped her grasp, slipping loudly.

Within a few minutes, I was ready to come again.

One more tight squeeze, my cock slipped through her fingers, the lotion and latex making an exquisite combination. I closed my eyes, leaned my head back and collapsed back into my bonds. One more touch and I would explode.

The touch never came. After what seemed like an eternity, I opened my eyes, only to see Kaitlyn in front of me, sitting on the chair. My cock bobbed and twitched as I looked at her. She slowly removed the latex gloves.

"Now what were you saying, David?" Kaitlyn asked as she unbuttoned the top button of her jeans. "You get turned on by seeing women touch themselves?"

Her hand slid down the front of her pants as she closed her eyes and let out a long, deep, sensuous moan. "You," she started, interupted by a series of long moans and heavy breathing, "You love watching this, don't you David?"

I squirmed, watching, her fingers probing and invading her pussy under her pants.

"It feels soooooo nice," she teased.

All I could do was watch as she built to a long, violent orgasm, shaking in her chair, her hand stuffed down her pants, moaning, bucking, writhing and ultimately screaming.

When she finished, she rested in the chair, leaning back, running her hand along her thighs and crotch moaning softly.

Watching her had driven me absolutely nuts. When she had rested, she stood up and slid her pants down, stepping out of them. Slowly she approached, reaching down, letting her fingernail run along the underside of my throbbing cock. I let out an involuntary sort of gasp as I almost came from even the slightest stimulation.

Kaitlyn put her hand to my cheek, looking into my eyes, "Did that get you all excited?"

I nodded, feeling unable to speak.

"But David, we are just starting," she said smiling wickedly. "Now what was all this about a panty fetish?"

My eyes grew wide, and I blushed deeply.

As she spoke, lowered her panties and raised them up to my face. A beautiful pair of blue silk panties with little blue bows on them. She took the soft fabric and ran it over my cheeks.

"Does David like to be close to soft, pretty panties?" Kaitlyn mocked.

I closed my eyes and whimpered, my excitement betrayed by my swelling cock.

"What's this," she asked playfully, "Did I leave a little wet spot?"

Her left hand wrapped around my cock, slowly stroking it as she continued to tease, "Kiss that little wet spot for me, David."

I pressed my lips together, puckering and closed my eyes unable to look at her. Just as the fabric was about to meet my lips, she pulled them back, giggling. I strained, desperate, wanting to kiss her wet spot.

I could hear her laughing as I strained.

Kaitlyn pulled the panties over my head, placing the crotch over my nose, so I could smell her full aroma. Now both hands started to work my cock, avoiding the most sensative spots she knew would send me over the edge. Just as I would get close, her stroking would stop and her thumb and forefinger would form a tight ring at the base of my cock, cutting off my ability to come.

I moaned, begged, and pleaded, desperate for relief.

After a half a dozen teases, bringing me to the brink, Kaitlyn removed the panties from my head. She put them over her hand and wrapped it around my cock and slowly stroked.

"If you make a mess in my pretty panties, you're in big trouble. Understand?"

I nodded.

As she stroked my cock with her panty covered hand, she had me repeat, over and over again, "I worship your panties, Kaitlyn," each time making me turn a darker shade of red in embarrassment. I couldn't look at her.

Just as I was about to explode in what felt like the largest orgasm of my life, she pulled her hand back.

Frustrated, aching and embarrassed, I whimpered, "I worship your panties, Kaitlyn."

She stepped away, leaving me hard, aching and frustrated. I felt a few tears roll down my cheek.

"I know you do," she said softly, "I know you do."

She smiled as she ran her hand over my cheek, "This is going to be easier than I thought."

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