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he honored it
scrupulously. Was it Roger? Could a stranger pick up on my
moods that well?
Finally, it was over. He removed the rope, led me to the bed,
and fastened me to it via a rather long leash. He joined me, and
tried to arouse me again. He succeeded, too, but I refused to
return the favor. Being bound to the car was the end result,
though at the time I didn't know what was happening.
His first move was to lead me out to the barn. I had left John's
winches in place, but I didn't think my captor would use them;
that whole memory was so traumatic I would have aborted the game
had he even tried. Instead, he knelt me down inside the barn
without fastening the leash to anything, puttered around a bit,
and left. That struck me as curious until I heard a car start,
at which point I nearly panicked. Was he going to leave me in
the barn, nude, bound, and blindfolded, with no recourse but to
try to find the road and seek help? I jumped up, ready to run
after him and beg for release; I wasn't aroused at all, I was
scared. But this wasn't John, and I needn't have worried; the
car pulled i
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