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Cleanup was as before; I was forced to kneel head-down while he
washed up. Again, he kept pausing to touch and rub me; again, I
was ready to explode by the time he picked me up. Instead of
heading for the bedroom this time, though, he carried 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 was wonderful, and
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