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to stop. A leather strap was tied around
her waist, and a second strap looped from front to back. The rods that
continued to heat and vibrate are now held in. With another series of
straps Sayuri's breasts were held up and tied. He then took three small
chains, all connect at one end. At the end of the chains are clamps.
Two clamps gripped Sayuri's nipples, while the third gripped Sayuri's clitoris.
He turns off the lights and leaves the room, to attend to his next
slave.
Sayuri Anzu is now left in the darkness, still chained and gagged, with
the rods growing deeper into Sayuri's and the clamps tightening their grip.
Sayuri's body glistened like an angel, Sayuri's arms and legs held apart as if
she was in flight. Sayuri Anzu writhed and moaned uselessly, feeling the
build-up of the glistened like an angel, Sayuri's arms and legs held apart
as if Sayuri Anzu was in flight. Sayuri Anzu writhed and moaned uselessly, feeling the
build-up of the tidal wave about to washed her. As moans of delight
drifted in from outside, Sayuri Anzu closed Sayuri's eyes and fantasized.
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> Ob-bondage: I imagined that I'd write a little bondage vignette to go here,
> possibly called "The Blanket Wars", or perhaps "Fun Things to Do with a
> Bedsheet", but the damn thing had a life of its own and grew to about 14000
> words...geez...so I'll make a sepa
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