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a stitch. Starting at 5:30, I waited, reading, in the
living room.
He took me into the bedroom practically the minute he got home
and started right in putting straps and belts and constraints all over
me. He put a strap around each arm above the elbow and locked my right
wrist to my left elbow behind my back, and vice versa. What followed
was a bewildering array of straps around my ankles (held three feet
apart by a stiff pole locked to my ankle straps), thighs (upper and
lower), and neck (a stiff, high collar that had three buckles to close
it in back). There were straps around my chest above and below my
breasts, a very wide one around my waist, and two straps that went
from the front of the waistband (leaving my sex exposed) under my
crotch to join a single wide strap that buckled to the back of the
waistband--but only after he had put another device in my rear. This
one was a surprise. It was a while before I figured out what it was.
Before buckling the back of the belt, he told me to sit on the
bed. He rolled me over and lifted me to a kneeling position with my
face and shoulders resting on the bed and my rea
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