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at keeping the light
out. But, next, Kathy put a bandana around the blinfold and tied
it snuggly on my head. "There, that should keep you deprived of your
site."
"Now, put your hands behind your back." Soon, I heard the
tell-tale click of handcuffs and felt the cold metal against my skin.
"That should keep your hands from getting into trouble. And these
sould keep your from running away." The next feeling I had was what
felt like handcuffs on my ankles. This confused me. I knew none
of the handcuffs I had would even fit!
"These are leg-cuffs. I bought them from a police supply
house in St. Louis. When you walk, take small steps. There is
only about two feet of chain between them. I don't want you falling.
I can't damage my merchandise."
Kathy was playing this role to the hilt!
"Now, turn around big boy. Slowly. I'll guide you."
Kathy was treating me, truly, like meat. As soon as I was
turned sufficiently, Kathy stopped me. Then, I felt something
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