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sexually charged racetrack fantasy story of Rieko Yoneyama :
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has lost all meaning now, you feel your Master untying
the blindfold from your eyes. You keep your eyes
closed then blink and start becoming adjusted to the
light once again. Then the soft ball gag is removed
from your mouth. He lowers the chain now and your feet
become firmly planted on the floor. Slowly he pulls
your hands down and releases them. He then takes the
spreader bar and releases it and removes it from your
ankles. He helps you move about the room a little,
getting accustom to walking again and getting
circulation back into your legs and body.
He says nothing, but points to the floor, you
immediately kneel before him, head bowed.
"Slave, who is your Master?"
"You sir, you are my Master."
"Slave, who knows what is best for you?"
"You sir, my Master."
"Slave, have you learned not to make requests of
your Master but to take what he knows is best for you?"
"Yes Master
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