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      <title>Halloween Mishap</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;I like being locked up. Face it - we all do. Halloween just happens to be the best time to show it. Most of my friends don&amp;rsquo;t know about my secret BDSM obsessions. Or the fact that I have a nice cache of material, including ropes, handcuffs, collars, blindfolds and chains stashed under my bed. No, nobody does.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was a 19 girl with dark brown hair, green eyes and a pretty nice body. I&amp;rsquo;d been trying to tie myself up properly for years. When I lived with my parents, they never had any &amp;lsquo;goods&amp;rsquo;. They were very, very strict on regulations, always wanting to know where I was going, who I was with, what I was doing. My Mom worked at home, and she frequently checked my mail. I could never really purchase BDSM crap for years. Halloween changed all that.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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