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      <title>Final Transformation</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; Second story Fiction&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PART 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My wife (Alysha) and I have been into bondage for several years. Things changed when she caught me in her closet. Now I have my own wardrobe. Everything from lingerie to business suits. I stay at home so she can have me do what ever she wants. I am her sex slave.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I received a text telling me to shower shave and apply my makeup. I am to put on my yoga pants and sports bra. insert my fake breast, and put on my blond wig. I am to text her a pic when complete, so I can receive the next orders. I was told to insert my ball gag, tie my feet and knees together, and handcuff my hands behind my back. I am to wait by he front door. Alysha is on the way now.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Punished</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; Fiction, but desired&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My Wife and I had played tie up games for years. Lately I was the one that was always tied up. She has gotten very good at being the top. I have been very tolerant, but was getting a little tired of the one that was always punished. ( a little )&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We have gained a lot of toys over the years, hers, mine and ours. The only thing we needed was a true dungeon. That will soon change.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>wife made slut</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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&lt;p&gt;It was a Wednesday morning. My Wife went to work like always. I decided to do a little self bondage on my day off of work. I took my shower and shaved all the important parts. My wife called from work, so i knew I was safe. I applied the cheap wig I bought and attempted to do makeup. I did not succeed.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I wen t to my shop to get all the things I have hidden away for years. Once inside the shop I took the ropes, the gags and the cuffs I was going to use and sett them aside. I picked the clothes out and started to disrobe.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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