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the restaurant.
But out of the corner of my eye, I notice you bending
down to casually pick up the feather before you tuck it away.
I'd better keep an eye out for that feather ...
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Let me tell you a little bit about me. When my great adventure began, I was
young (age 25) and not very experienced. Oh, I had sex any number of times, in
a number of different ways, but I never felt the wild excitement in actually
doing those things that I imagined in advance. I had a million different, very
kinky fantasies, things that I really wanted to do but was afraid to try, even
if I had the opportunity to try) which I really didn't have. Mostly, my
fantasies involved me as a sort of slave girl, captured by some strong
individual. Some days, I imagined my master to be a male and sometimes a
female, with special events for each one. What I thought I really wanted was a
strong master or mistress, one who also had wild sexual fantasies, and who
would take charge of me and would then act out those fantasies, obviously with
me playing out the part of slave girl, used by master (or maybe better yet,
mistress) in strange and delicious ways, hopefully with an audience watching
and most delicious of all, whether I liked it or
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