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      <title>The Growth and Evolution of a Domme</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This is my first time writing about my bondage experiences, although I&amp;rsquo;ve been a bondage enthusiast and practitioner since childhood. I was always fascinated by bondage, and I loved to see a girl or boy tied up on the TV. I also noticed that on TV most captives weren&amp;rsquo;t tied very well, and I figured that I&amp;rsquo;d be able to escape from each of those tie-ups and how I could do a better job of tying. Bondage so filled my mind that I was constantly thinking about ways to tie people and ways to escape from those ties. When I finally started actively participating, it was as if I had years of experience. This is a recounting of my first actual bondage experience. It&amp;rsquo;s a long story that I&amp;rsquo;ll tell in several parts, but looking back at it I can see how strongly it shaped my bondage life since. Come to think of it my brother&amp;rsquo;s life was rather strongly influenced as well.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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