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sexual fantasy story of Aika Miura :
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he wanted more than just an inflatable doll. It was his move,
and I wondered what it would be.
In retrospect, it was fairly obvious. He had to express dis-
pleasure, but do so within the game. And he couldn't say any-
thing; that was exactly what I wanted. But punishment was legal,
as long as it didn't hurt too much. I've mentioned before how I
felt about pain: a bit of a symbolic sting is fine, but nothing
serious, since it doesn't turn me on at all.
For whatever reason, he chose to use the whipping position that
John had used. He tied a rope to my wrists, and ran it through a
ring in the ceiling, pulling it fairly taut, and fastening it
below. I was thus bent over, in a very vulnerable position. I
also started worrying a bit, especially when I heard him take a
few practice swings with that riding crop I keep around. But he
stayed within my bounds, only stinging me a bit when the whipping
started. He was good at it, too; he hit me at irregular inter-
vals, never letting me know when he was done. Once, he even let
two or t
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