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fantasy story of Yoko Miyamoto :
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layed in
his "barn," in the living room. Last time, I mentioned the
haylift; I didn't realize all the ways he'd thought of to use it.
A couple of weeks ago, for example, he tied my hands to my sides,
tied my ankles together, and lifted me up by my feet. Different
enough, and not too hard to take, till he told me I was staying
that way all night. I was surprised, and a bit concerned; that
didn't sound like fun. But he wasn't done. Next, Roger put a
strap under my arms, and raised my body up to the underside of
the beam. Another around my waist, my thighs, and my head, and I
was nicely supported. Much better, but he still wasn't finished
with me. Sitting on top of the beam, Roger adjusted the bonds on
my legs, so that they were splayed on either side of the beam.
Then -- and I'm not kidding -- he dragged in a mak
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