Chapter Eight
Banded and Tagged Part Two
The doorbell rang. My fear factor went up by a factor of five. I was hanging by my wrists with only my toes touching the floor, completely nude, blind, and other people were going to see me?
As each group entered I could feel them moving past me. The room filled up with people talking, laughing and drinking. Once in a while one of them would gently feel my ass. Every one of those hands felt soft like female hands. At least I hoped so. About a half an hour into the parade of hands there was a big fuss at the door and the pair of hands that came next spent more time feeling my ass, balls and enough time stroking my d**k that it stood up and begged for release. Whoever it was slowed down just before I went over the edge.
“So this is your candidate
