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me
even more of course; the whole situation was intensely sexual. I moaned
through the gag, and tried desparately to squeeze my legs together, to
rub my thighs on each other. At that point, I would have given up all
thought of escape in exchange for being bound on my stomach instead,
with a pillow under me to grab between my legs.
Eventually, by force of will, I managed to relax. My struggles had
gotten me an inch or so of slack -- perhaps the chain connecting the
anchor bar to the arm chain wasn't completely tau
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