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that I was sure that I wanted him to control me. I said yes. I didn't quite
know what he meant at that moment, but I soon found out.
His attitude changed a bit, more authoritative. He told me to come over
and sit down on a stool. We use them in the examination rooms for the doctors
or family to sit on. I did as he asked, crossing one leg over the other,
showing the tops of my stocking from under the hem of the uniform.
He then pulled out a black doctors bag and set it on the bed. He asked if
I was ready to be controlled and dominated. I said yes, but wondered if I had
said the right thing.
He opened the bag, reached in, and pulled out a bundle of white rope. I
almost went into shock when I was it. I just sat there and watch him go to
work. For a moment, I couldn't move or think. That was all he needed, for in
a flash, my hands were tied behind my back, my ankles were tied together and
tied to the foot bar on the stool.
I finally came to my senses and said I didn't know if this was right. He
reminded me that, by my own words, he was in control, and that I was to do as
he said. He wound rope around my knees and ti
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