<strong>Mordecai ~ With Emma Isolation # 4</strong><br/><br/>Mordecai stepped behind Emma. The leash chain in his hand as he held both of her arms.<br/><br/>"Kneel," He told her as he nudging the back of her knees and guided her to the floor.<br/><br/>Mordecai was careful with her. Some might describe him as gentle. What ever the description he wasn't vicious as she knelt with her back to him. He removed the chain that went between her legs and dropped it to one side. He removed the chastity belt between her legs but did not take it from around her hips.<br/><br/>She still wore the shackles on her ankles and of course her arms and wrists were displayed for his pleasure. The iron mask would not come off until he chose some time later. Perhaps much later. Her collar would never come off. He might change it out as she progressed but it was now a permanent symbol of her slavery.<br/><br/>Mordecai pulled her backwards to lean against his legs. Far back so that with the Mask and her arms behind her there was no way she could move from that position.<br/><br/>His hands down over her shoulders. Fingers along the collar of her top. He tore the material slowly. Opening her inch by inch. Revealing her body for his pleasure. Stopping to stroke and touch her flesh. Let her feel his hands roaming freely as the fabric twisted away and dropped down to her arms. Her bra was the last casualty of her upper body. His hands between the cups to caress and pinch her breasts. Roll her tits and tug. Feeling the ripe melons in his palms as he measured her for his other purposes. She lay open and exposed to him from her hips up. His hands everywhere guiding sensation that she could feel as the cooler temperature of the room surrounded her bare skin.<br/><br/>He would get to what was left of her jeans but not yet. He wanted to heat her up with his touch.<br/><br/><br/><br/>