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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1 - Rise and Fall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This started out to be such a great day, Rebecca was thinking dismally. Since the big meeting didn&amp;rsquo;t start until after lunch, she had slept in past her normal 5:30 alarm before starting her morning workout. She took extra time enjoying the hot shower after shaving her legs touching up her neatly trimmed patch of hair that remained above her pussy. Feeling excited, and just a bit rebellious, she had selected a garter belt, black silk stockings, and a matching lacy black thong/bra combination to wear under her favorite suit.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;How did I get here? How did things go so wrong? That&amp;rsquo;s what I have been asking myself as I silently lay here listening to the party music cranking above my head. It&amp;rsquo;s not like I have a choice though. You see, I returned home from college three weeks ago for summer break and my little sister, whose 2 years younger than me and now just finished her senior year in high school, has been more miserable to me than ever. So I decided that it was time for a little payback. I took some left over wood and supplies from my dad&amp;rsquo;s woodworking shop and created my little gift for her. Unfortunately, I am currently strapped to my &amp;ldquo;gift&amp;rdquo;, not HER. I am on my knees, bent over forward with my belly on the &amp;ldquo;table&amp;rdquo; portion with my thighs wide apart and strapped to the legs of this table with the leather restraints that I had attached to the table legs. My ankles are also strapped to the boards that I attached to the bottom of the table legs keeping my legs well spread. The 4&amp;quot; stiletto heels being the only clothing I have left on my body.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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