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      <title>A Long Day</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;A long day..&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was mid spring a beautiful day and I had arranged with a girl I met online to have a little bondage fun. I had only met her once before as I was invited to her house for coffee and to talk about what I would like her to do to me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The next time I saw her, one week later, I took a big risk on trusting her and the scenario was for her to take me anywhere of her choosing and chain me up naked and tease me and whip me etc. I had told her about the time I was abandonened and that I had enjoyed it and suggested I wouldn&amp;rsquo;t mind if she left me for as short time.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Betrayal: Bondage Trap</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; This is the first half of the full story, part 1 of 2. Part 2 is in progress of writing up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The story is true, non fiction.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It&amp;rsquo;s a beautiful warm mid summers day in a quiet secluded parkland, trees all around me providing shade. I look around only to see trees, open spaces and a drive path just ahead of me that passes me from left to right that has a large shelter on the left side with park benches in it and a car park on it&amp;rsquo;s left side. The right side of the drive path leads out of my view, is the exit to this area leads to the main road.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Stuck in the Backyard</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; A true story of a self bondage session gone wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;One summer night not too long ago, I indulged myself in a self bondage session in my back yard. As I do this very often, I was very experienced and had become over confident in my kinky habit. Normally I would plan my session and test that everything goes to plan, hopefully, and then proceed to actually lock myself into my predicament.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>The Bondage Trap</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It&amp;rsquo;s a beautiful warm mid summers day in a quiet secluded parkland.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Trees are providing shade and protection from the harsh sun rays.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I look around only to see trees all around me, a drive path just ahead of me that passes me from left to right, a large shelter on the left side with park benches in it with a car park on it&amp;rsquo;s left side.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The drive path is made of gravel like a country homes driveway.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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