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I stayed in a week or
more). If it seems that there was something missing from my life
in this stretch, it's because there was.
I had discovered X-rated movies and a new idol: Terri Hall in
"The Story of Joanna," forced to experience and ultimately enjoy a
bizarre sexual slavery. My fantasies of submission took a rougher
turn, and I even bought a riding crop in the hope that someone
would use it on my bottom. I brought it out one day when Linda was
visiting, and that ended that relationship. I suggested it one
night to Tom, who loved the idea but was too timid to actually
land a blow.
So I was left with masturbation and fantasy -- until I
discovered the bondage contact magazines, and through them an
entire sexual underground. On the cover of the first such magazine
I saw, a striking bare-breasted woman in black corsolette and high
heels stared out at me as if knew my secrets. dangled a
pair of handcuffs from one finger as if inviting me to offer my
wrists.
I opened the magazine and skimmed its pages. There were dozens
of delicious sights among the advertisers' photos: a young girl
about my age bend back over a chair, breasts thrust out for who
knew wha
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