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ied me down to
the cell in the basement. He gently put me on the padded floor
-- after the episode with John, I decided that bare cement wasn't
acceptable even for playing -- unlocked my legs, and aroused me
quite thoroughly. But I couldn't touch him, with my arms bound,
and suddenly I heard a click -- he had locked me in, and left! I
tugged at my bonds, to no avail, and tried to rub up against the
bars. It didn't work too well, but I achieved some release, and
sat down. While trying to get comfortable, I discovered that I'd
been left a pillow; I managed to lay down with it between my
legs, and satisfied myself a bit more. With that out of the way,
I resumed my mental debate about my position -- while locked in a
cell, blindfolded, and with my hands quite thoroughly bound
behind my back.
I started out by listing what I was certain of: that my captor
might or might not be Roger, that Roger was certainly involved in
the affair, and that physically I had no complaints at all -- the
sex w
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