How To Make A Chest Binder Mga Nobela at Kwento

Elena set the paddle aside and ran her hands over the warmed flesh, squeezing it lightly. “Such a good boy,” she murmured, voice husky with satisfaction. “So hard for me already.” She flipped him onto his back and climbed over him, straddling his chest. Her thighs pinned him down as she caught his wrists and stretched them above his head. Silk ties appeared from her suitcase...soft, unyielding. She bound him to the headboard with quick, practiced knots. “Now you stay where I put you....Look at you… so eager. But you don’t come until I tell you to”

That was calculation. Something is terribly wrong. Fear crept up my spine, cold and unwelcome. I needed to get out. Now. Whatever game Catherine was playing, I didn't want any part of it. I struggled harder against the bindings. Rope. Thick rope wrapped around my wrists, my ankles, my chest. Whoever tied these knew what they were doing. The knots were tight enough to hold a wolf, heavy enough that even shifting wouldn't help. If anything, the ropes seemed designed to crush as much as restrain.

"Kevlar body jacket. It won't turn you into Superman, but it will give you some protection against gunfire." James hesitates, then removes his own jacket, pulling the vest on over his pullover. Klempner fusses at the side straps. "Take a deep breath and hold it." Expression bemused, James fills his lungs and Klempner adjusts the straps so the jacket fits his inflated chest. "If you don't give yourself enough slack, it'll feel like you have a rhino standing on your ribs if you have to run." He stands back. "You can breathe again now." He examines the fit. "Can you move your arms properly? Lift them up and down. Swing them around." James moves his arms like a kid playing 'airplanes'.