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      <title>The Long Night</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author&#39;s Note:&lt;/strong&gt; I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it! Please feel free to comment below.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My slave, Ai was kneeling in front of me, facing the corner, naked of course, ankles crossed, and hands behind her neck, wearing a collar, and leather wrist and ankle restraints, which was her standard slave &amp;ldquo;uniform&amp;rdquo;. It was the one year anniversary of our first bondage session. And tonight I had special plans for her - very special plans indeed.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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