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      <title>A Common Problem</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 One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Bowling? Really? It&amp;rsquo;s an unusual injury to get from bowling.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The doctor didn&amp;rsquo;t sound convinced, but I thought I might be able to get away with it. &amp;ldquo;Er, yes, bowling.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;And so how often do you go bowling?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It wasn&amp;rsquo;t going to work, but I thought I&amp;rsquo;d try to bluff it through. &amp;ldquo;Um, well, about&amp;hellip; once in a while&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The doctor sighed, took his glasses off, and leaned forward at me. &amp;ldquo;Mr Jones, I have seen the X-rays of your hand and the physiotherapists report, and I can say that in all my years of looking at hand pain problems, symptoms like yours have never been attributable to a bad technique at bowling.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>A Day in the Life</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;After a restless night, Susan awoke to find that the lights in her cell were on again. The cuffs on her hands relenquished their grip soundlessly, and she freed herself from the foam padding she had slept on. The heavy cell door opened on a hydralic hinge, revealing what she now realised was the main corridor in this place. Glancing along it, she saw that there was another door open, a little way down the corridor. The display on the ceiling read &amp;ldquo;slave B17 to web room.&amp;rdquo; Her bare feet made no sound on the spotless plastic floor as she made her way to the &amp;ldquo;web room,&amp;rdquo; whatever that was.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Bird in a Cage</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;Renee inched forward on her desk chair until she was only just sitting on the edge of its seat. It put strain on her legs and lower back but the movement gave her temporary relief from the metal plate of the chastity belt pressing against her shaven vulva. She glanced at the clock and sighed. It was only 5:15. Paul would be another half hour at least.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She willed the clock to speed faster: not because she awaited Paul&amp;rsquo;s arrival with pleasure but because her nightly interlude with him was her only respite from the constant discomfort of his metallic &amp;ldquo;insurance policy&amp;rdquo;.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Chastilock 2000</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;Infomercial: The Chastilock 2000&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hi, I&amp;rsquo;m Chastity Lalibert, founder of the Chasti Permalock Corporation, here to tell you about our newest product, the Chastilock 2000. It encorporates the latest in nanotechnology, and is a fiendish device indeed &amp;ndash; so fiendish that when I decided to go for permanent chastity myself, I opted for the first of these wicked devices.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;What&amp;rsquo;s more is that the Chastilock 2000 fits right inside the vagina, with no belts or uncomfortable straps, plus it is so inconspicuous, you can wear it under a bikini, to the beach. No one will ever know that you&amp;rsquo;re all locked up. On the surface, the Chastilock 2000 is a gently-curved shield shaped into two ovals, one to cover the vagina, and one to give a good radius of security around the clitoris, for extra protection. The lock portion is right inside the pussy lips, and doesn&amp;rsquo;t protrude. Here, let me hike up my skirt, and show you.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Girl on a Leash</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;Have you ever tried to walk with a dildo inside you? It&amp;rsquo;s weird, let me tell you. I had a dildo, a big one, up my pussy and a big butt-plug in my ass. There was no fear of them falling out because I was also wearing skin-tight jeans. The jeans squeezed into my pussy very tightly, and I ached there because my skin was feeling sore and raw. I wore a black turtleneck sweater that was just as skin tight as the jeans. The high collar helped to hide the thin leather collar around my throat, and the two narrow chains which descended to my nipples and were attached to my nipple rings.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Jane&#39;s Adventure</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;Jane took a deep breath. Everything was ready for her six hour ordeal — if that was the right word, for she was already damp between the legs at the thought — and she checked yet again the operation of the electro-magnetically operated latches which would release the padded cuffs around her wrists. A shadow fell across the sunlit patch in which she stood. She turned to see &amp;lsquo;Bravo,&amp;rsquo; the large Alsatian that was her temporary guest. He padded in and sat at her side before raising his handsome, foolish head to look up at her. Continuing with her last minutes checks, Jane was distracted by the dog nuzzling her bare upper thigh for a moment before standing to sniff curiously at the cleft between her buttocks. &amp;lsquo;Go away, Bravo!&amp;rsquo; she said crossly, pushing the animal away with her bare foot. The dog walked over to the pile of sacks he slept on with Towser and lay down on his belly, his long tongue lolling from his jaws, to regard his temporary Mistress&amp;rsquo;s activities with mild curiosity.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Laura</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 I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The truth finally got Laura&amp;rsquo;s attention. She didn&amp;rsquo;t know how long she had been struggling with the damned handcuffs. She couldn&amp;rsquo;t get herself out of them! Why had she been doing such a stupid thing? They were too tight and she didn&amp;rsquo;t have a chance, making the key fit in the lock. Oh, what a misery! If it only had been the cuffs, she could have called 911 and made up a story about something, but she had gagged herself with a ball-gag harness before cuffing her wrists behind her back. She thought it would be easy to unlock them, but she obviously was wrong!&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Road Trip</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&amp;rsquo;s note:&lt;/strong&gt; This story may be continued. If you would like to see more post a comment saying so, and don&amp;rsquo;t forget to rate!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Capture&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He had with him only the essentials. There would be more time for fun once they reached Mexico. Duct tape, rope, four gags, a few odd toys, including four rabbit vibes that were 10 inches in length and 2 inches in diameter complete with 36 hour batteries. With that, he had all he needed for the drive down. The four girls, he knew, were on a road trip from California to Mexico. Little did they know they&amp;rsquo;d be getting across the border sooner than they&amp;rsquo;d thought. The foursome should all be knocked out by now, assuming they drank the spiked champagne he&amp;rsquo;d had delivered to the hotel under the name of Carmen&amp;rsquo;s boyfriend.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>The Outfit</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;The civilization had died over 3000 years ago. They were a very exotic and erotic people. The artifacts that were discovered were incredible, and Lori couldn&amp;rsquo;t help but be a little curious. No one was allowed to handle any of the artifacts until they could be inspected, but she just had to examine something which had been on her mind all day.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She entered the cargo area and immediately found what she was looking for, since she had placed it there earlier. It was late, and nobody saw her take the box back to her quarters.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Wendy&#39;s Woes</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 - Secret&amp;rsquo;s Revealed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Over the last couple of years Wendy had began to uncover her fetish side. She always thought that bondage and the like were too bizarre and anyone who would participate in such activities was nuts. One night She and Tracey had been bar hoping while on a long weekend in Florida. They ended up in a multi level club that had four different floors. Typical joint that is trying to appeal to everyone&amp;rsquo;s senses. On the roof was an open bar area, not music, just a good spot to drink and smoke under the stars. The top floor was playing Country music and the main floor was all dance music. But the
basement was the most entertaining. Very heavy music and virtually everyone clad in chains and leather and anything else you could think of. Although they spent most of the evening on the main floor, Wendy could not get that basement out of her head. Somewhere there was a dark side that was completely consumed and fascinated by it.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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