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interesting revelation; my revenge
for his apparent thoughtlessness had nothing to do with the
situation. It struck me as quite likely that if I hadn't escaped
from the motel, all this might have happened last night.
As if he were reading my mind, John said, "Yup -- last night was
to be the lead-in, if you hadn't dawdled. You thought you were
playing bondage games with me, but it was never really a game to
either of us, was it?" With that, he slapped my buttocks, hard.
"Of course, I could never have afforded a place like this before
today anyway; it was thoughtful of you to provide it for me. I
hope you like it a lot; I don't think you're ever going to leave.
While you're here, you life will be like this."
With that, he started to hit me, hard. I stifled a scream; I was
supposed to be gagged. Roger stayed hidden; he was going to come
out on my signal only. For now, we had to elicit as many incrim-
inating comments as possible from John, which meant that I had to
take as many blows as I could stand. And I had to judge the
psychological moment just right; expelling the gag with a scream
after a blow seemed more plausible if I were silent despite
having been ungagged for some time.
Why not put the gag back in? Well, apart f
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