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ggestive -- actually, I find any
sort of chain suggestive, and I love looking at the locks section
of hardware stores as much as some men like the lingerie section
-- but I never could figure out anything erotic to do with them.
Judging from my response, my captor hadn't figured it out, ei-
ther.
It took me a little while to figure out the second part of the
message. My eyes were open for a reason; given the lack of
interesting sights under the car, it had to be so I could see how
light it was. My captor wasn't going to come back until it was
pitch-black outside, and I wasn't going anywhere until he did
return. Based on the sky and my hunger level, it was no later
than six o'clock; full darkness probably wouldn't happen until
around nine or thereabouts. And all I could do was to lay there
-- bound by my captor, condemned to stay there until I was will-
ing to give pleasure as well as receive it.
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I was in a fairly foul mood by the time my captor returned.
"What kind of stupid stunt do you plan to pull next? Tying me to
a tractor instead? Seeing if I like being lashed with wet noo-
dles? Did you really think I'd find the underside of your car
sens
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