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      <title>AdultWebOnline</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author&#39;s Note:&lt;/strong&gt; If enough people show interest in the story and like it then I&amp;rsquo;ll continue it ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was a Wednesday like any other, Sarah arose from a nice slumber and began getting ready for work, she had been doing the same thing day in and day out for the last 3 years. She&amp;rsquo;d gotten a job as an accountant working at her uncle&amp;rsquo;s company, it was decent enough pay to let Sarah fuel her fetish and still live comfortably, but she felt something was missing from the job. Sarah also liked to partake in her fetish on the weekends; she often liked to indulge herself (sometimes with one of her friends) in some bondage scenarios. She&amp;rsquo;d usually just do self-bondage and imagine a scene for herself such as damsel in distress, or the daughter of a millionaire who&amp;rsquo;d been kidnapped, but if a friend was around she&amp;rsquo;d let them &amp;lsquo;play&amp;rsquo; too.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Diaries of Slave Sarah</title>
      <link>/stories/53694/</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author&#39;s Note:&lt;/strong&gt; This story is meant to be a sequel to AdultWebOnline also on this site, if you have not read it please do so, this story will make more sense if you do :).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Also, this is not the full story, just the first part, I&amp;rsquo;ll be posting the other parts as I finish them, hoping to have the next part up within a few weeks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sept 14th, 2012&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>La Bomba</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;0:01:43&amp;hellip;.0:01:42&amp;hellip;.0:01:41&amp;hellip;0:01:40, she watches as the timer sitting in front of her counts down to her demise, she&amp;rsquo;s been staring at it ominously for the past 2 hours hoping she&amp;rsquo;ll be able to stop the timer or at least slow it down from just staring at it alone, but that of course won&amp;rsquo;t happen. She tries to scream for help in hopes someone will come untie her but the ball gag shoved in her mouth stifles any chance of someone hearing her. The ropes lashing her wrists and ankles together are unforgiving and bite into her flesh with every move, the rope around her waist and around her breasts keep her held tight to the chair&amp;hellip;.but we&amp;rsquo;re getting ahead of ourselves here, lets look at how Sabrina got herself into this little predicament.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Sitter Snatcher</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author&#39;s Note:&lt;/strong&gt; Sorry about the spacing in the last version :S, hopefully this one&amp;rsquo;s a little easier to read. Enjoy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;That&amp;rsquo;s 2 months now that I&amp;rsquo;ve been late with the cable bill&amp;rdquo;, Cheryl said to herself as she read over the notice from the cable company &amp;lsquo;politely&amp;rsquo; informing her to pay her bills or her service would be terminated. Cheryl was like any university student, always had her nose in a book, late for the odd class, and flat broke, she often picked up odd babysitting jobs for money along with her job at the coffee shop it was barely enough to pay the bills but not much more. Most guys would describe Cheryl as gorgeous; she had shoulder length dark brown hair, brown eyes, and a body that could sweep any guy off his feet. But what good is being gorgeous if you cant even pay your bills or buy nice things, she realized she needed money and she needed it now, just as she thought this Cheryl&amp;rsquo;s phone rang, almost as if some higher power had read her mind.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Store Clerk 2 - House Arrest</title>
      <link>/stories/16482/</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note&lt;/strong&gt;: This part of the story is my own rendition of what likely happened that night at the end of Part 1, if the author wishes this part taken down from the site then so be it, no hard feelings, but I thought it’d be nice to continue the story for all the readers out there, anyways without further adieu onto the story.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, “wait a second, run that by me again Steph? You plan to just leave me like this? The club closes at 2am.”, “I’m aware Jessica so that gives you a little under 3 hours to find everything, and don’t worry, as I told you I had the bouncers hand the stuff out to regulars or people they know. But that’s just to start off, the stuff may be passed out to people who don’t come here regularly then you might be waiting more than a night or 2 to get everything off, but I’ll check on you tomorrow to see your progress, and who knows maybe we’ll have some more fun, have a good one Jess.” Steph gave me a little wink after saying that, and then lost her way through the crowd as she headed for the door. This game of Steph’s was fun for awhile but I think she overdid it with this part, I was so turned on and wanted to cum so bad but there wasn’t a thing I could do about it, the damn vibes wouldn’t let me. Every time I came close the cycles would go down again and start over, it was quite frustrating, so I began my search for the 10 combination numbers and the 15 keys I’d need in order to finally give myself a very well deserved release.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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