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      <title>A Christmas Carol</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;Carol had just turned twenty. She had been dumped by her boyfriend once more. Oh yes, she could tell you a few things about boys. They were only after her body. When they realised she wanted to be a virgin when she got married, they ran a mile! It was not as if she did not jerk them off. Although she loved to tie them up first before she did it. A few liked that, especially Alan. She cried her heart out when he left. Keith liked her tossing him off, but was not struck on the being tied up! He would not tie her up and frig her so she had to make do with self bondage and her trusty friend, Roger the rabbit!&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>A Perfect Christmas Box</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;Joe and Samantha Brown decided that they would go away for Christmas. Joe thought it would be better to stay at home and have a nice bondage session as they would be alone, but Samantha said it would be more exciting if they did it at a hotel. Especially if she was tied and gagged and stuffed into a case while he signed in. All those people walking past not knowing she was in the case. Joe thought about it and realised that this could be serious fun. He agreed, but he would have to find a suitcase big enough to pack her into.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Bondage Ballet Blues</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;I apologise for not talking to you, but this gag is stuck firmly in my mouth and I cannot say anything audible, so you will have to have a course in mind reading! I would like to take the gag out and tell you, but my hands are well, sort of tied up at the moment!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It started out as an ordinary week end. Margaret wanted to do something different. I just fancied going down to the pub as usual. But like an idiot, I gave in to her. She told me she had seen an advert for a ballet! Me and ballet? There is more chance of finding out Santa Claus really exists then me liking ballet. Bloody namby pambies. They should get a real job instead of prancing around like a bunch of lunatics! I told Margaret what I thought that. She still wanted to go!&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Christms Spirit</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;“I suppose you lot want to go home early tonight as it is the last working day before Christmas. I am afraid that this cannot happen. Christmas Day is on Tuesday and you have the Wednesday off. Fiddle it all, all I think of that it is one gigantic drinking session. After the office party five years ago, we stopped having parties. Everyone was sick the next day and I lost a fortune in lost earnings. If you want Christmas Eve off, you may take it as one of your holiday days, although I don’t see why I have to pay you, or take it off unpaid. But leave the letter requesting it off on my desk before you go home. I am off to my club now. I have put CCTV in to see who is malingering. If we have to lay anybody off, they will be the first to go. Good day to you all. I will be back later, but if you have gone, I say “Merry Christmas to you now”.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Halloween Holiday</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;Halloween, What memories that conjures up for me! It is also known as all Saint’s day. When the dead are said to walk the earth; it is nearly a year and peace has reigned in our family since then. I will explain.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was a year ago on Halloween; I took a year out from studying and decided to visit my aunt in a backwater town in the United States. She had often phoned to say she would like me to visit her. She is my favorite aunt. We were upset when her husband got killed when the mountain road gave out after a storm and his car slid down a bank. Local kids made her life a misery by taunting her and other old people calling them witches and warlocks and threatening to burn them at the stake. Nothing could be further from the truth with my aunt Pauline. That may be her trouble. She is too friendly and trusting. I do not know.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Problems of a Chastity Belt</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;“Why the hell have you bought that thing for when we have more than enough things to pay for?” Sally screamed at John.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She was pointing at the open chastity belt on the table.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;John said nothing. He felt ashamed. He knew she was right, but the need for it had become far too strong to resist it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“It is not as if I said anything about your cross dressing. I went along with it. I even went along with your bondage and tied you up didn’t I? Don’t you love me anymore? Aren’t I good enough?”&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Suzie&#39;s Padded Cell Treatment</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;I don’t know how long I have been lying here like this in my own little world, kept safe from all the horrors of the world and its troubles. There is no one to disturb or torment me. I am securely trussed in a body bag of sorts. Well, it is not really a body bag. My arms enfold me in a leather straight jacket, giving me a chance to have a comforting hug with myself! The straps have been pulled tight behind my back and between my legs. Attached to this is a leather one leg bag that holds both my legs together. The laces and straps on this have been severely pulled tight as well. I have given up trying to shake the bag off, but not only for want of trying, but it is possible to shake my legs any more. My body and legs have been tightly strapped down to the bed that I am lying on.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>The Internet Auction</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 I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Only £200 for a bondage slave? Steve looked at the auction item on the web site! They can’t be
serious. It must be a mistake. They can’t sell slaves over the Internet. Mind you, anything is possible these days. You read of far too much going on where people have been auctioned off, but that is usually some fantasy story the papers make up to sell their papers surely? But the reserve price had not been met yet! There was still another 2 days to go before the auction ended. It must be a misprint. Probably an original erotic painting or something! But the £200 had been there for the last 5 days.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>The 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;Chapter 1: The Meeting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hello. Is there anybody there? I can hear the music, but I cannot see anything. If anybody is interested, can you please let me out? I will explain. This will take some time so please bear with me. It started a couple of years ago. I work as a writer. I write stories for newspapers and magazines. I make a good living from it and used to have a nice penthouse apartment overlooking the River Thames. My mind is mixed up over the tie I have been here, so please bear with me.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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