His strong hand grasped her ankle firmly, almost caressingly, and locked her in. He rose and walked closely behind her again to get to her other leg. He repeated the process with her other ankle, his strong hand firmly controlling her leg as he spreads them apart to shackle her.<br/><br/>Kahlil ended up with her arms spread, her hands above her head. Her legs were spread with her feet more than shoulder width apart. She can feel her most private place spread on total display, her bottom cheeks were spread so that she could feel air caressing her dark hole, and her hairless mound felt the motion of the air around her.<br/><br/>Her exposure almost seemed to increase her senses of everything. She suddenly felt the floor under the soles of her feet, the cool smooth stone with a soft ripple of texture. She smelled her clean soap washed scent and over that his powerful masculine scent. She could hear his soft steps behind her as he went about collecting whateve implements of torture he intended to use on her helpless body.<br/><br/>It all added up in her brain to expose to herself how truly helpless she now was, and she had stepped this far on her own.