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once more to say "Please?"
but I was crying and shaking from the cold and my nose was running,
and my begging just came out as a kind of high-pitched whine. He
reached down, picked up the blindfold, and handed it to me. With
shaking hands, I put it on, at my absolute limit.
"Pick up the chains," he said. Kneeling there, I felt blindly for
the drawer and gathered the chains into my hands, still squeaking,
whining, and sniffing. It really hurt. I was feeling what cynical
doctors call 'minor discomfort.' He picked me up and carried me into
the bedroom and put me on the bed. The chains rattled and I felt him
pull my legs apart and lock my ankle straps to the chains. I could
think of nothing but my poor mouth. Then he chained my right wrist.
At last I felt him working the lock at the back of my neck. Then
the buckle. The strap was loose. I reached to remove the gag, but he
held my left wrist and forced it back, and locked it to the last
chain. I still couldn't push the gag out of my mouth. I moaned, and
remember thinking I probably sound--and look--just like those leather
and bond
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