[A wide] flexible strip coated with adhesive strip coated with adhesive and used for fastening, sticking, masking, or insulating.
The crawlspace was dark, moist, and cold, but it was reasonably large enough for a man to stand, provided he didn't mind bending over just a bit.
David didn't have a choice. Presently his head was bowed under a thick water pipe, and Mina was binding his wrists to the top side with numerous swaths of duct tape. When she finished, he tested the tape, but it was stuck tight to the pipe. Mina then crouched down and fastened his ankles with more tape to a pair of anchors driven into the ground for no apparent reason--or at least, no apparent reason until Mina discovered them the day before.
Mina stood up and ran her hands across David's chest. He shivered.
"What's the matter?" she asked with mock pity. "Are you cold?"
"Hunh," he said, chuckling grimly. "You're not naked."
"Well, you're right about that," she admitted. "And whose fault is that?"
David had no answer to that.
"Nothing to say, huh?" she challenged. "Well, I'll make sure of that." And she placed a strip of tape over his mouth. "Say thank you."
David could only grunt unintelligibly.
"Good." Mina tore off a strip of tape and ran out on the roll. "Damn, just one left. I wonder where I should put it." She thought a bit, and then got a wicked smile. "How about..." she began, moving the tape toward his nose. David flinched, moving his head to the side, and she laughed. "Oh, no, I wouldn't do that, would I? No no no no no. I mustn't kill you yet. I have much better plans for you."
With that, she moved the tape down, and fastened one end at the base of David's still-soft cock, on the top side. Looking up at him all the while, she ran the tape down the length of his cock, and taped it up underneath and toward his ass. His cock was now bent backwards between his balls.
David simply whimpered.
Mina rose up and held him. "Are you still cold, my darling? Should I warm you up?" Without waiting for an answer, she reached up and feather kissed his lips through the tape, tickling his nose with her breath. He groaned as his cock strained to expand against the unforgiving tape.
Finally, she pulled back from the kiss, ever so slowly, letting him strain toward her until he could no longer maintain contact. "Later, maybe," she said, laughing. "I'm going up to take a nice long shower." She started back toward the hatch. "Oops!" she said, turning around and putting a hand demurely over her mouth. "I hope that pipe isn't the hot water." But without another word, she turned again and went up into the house.
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