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Knock, knock, Knock… Chrissy packaged again on the front door. Again there was no answer. She looked down at the flyer in her hand “Open casting for Dame Model, Adult Erotic Art Shoot, 10:00 AM”. Again she looked at her watch. She was on time and had the right address. She was clad to win the part. Lean milky cotton flog top, no bra, her splendid nips standing at attention. Her shortest micro-skirt and her highest heels. She reached out and attempted the doorknob. It was open. Leisurely she swayed the door open and entered. The living guest room was spacious with modern decorations, mild couches and gleaming hardwood floors. “Is anyone home? I’m here for the audition…” she called out and got no answer. She commenced to scan around the room. The atmosphere seemed to draw her in. There was something sensuous even animalistic about the room. The decorations were bold, masculine, and powerful. Chrissy felt drawn in. Her stare fell on a large wicker basket that seemed to have a bright platinum chain suspending from it. She reached out and pulled on it. The lid came open and to her astonishment it was packed to the brink with all kinds of restrain bondage gear. Chrissy impulsively kept pulling on the chain and to her astonishment at the end was the largest handcuff she had ever seen. She toyed with it for a few moments trying it on her wrist and finally determined it was a neck cuff. Curiosity won out over caution and she determined to attempt it on. She found the key, investigated it to make sure it would unlock and Leisurely put it around her neck. Click, click, click she closed it home. Getting more thrilled with every ratchet. Until it was cock-squeezing enough, maybe a bit too tight. A arouse surged through her body. She pinched her nipples. She was affected at how rock hard they were. She felt her crotch. It was getting wet. She must have more.