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      <title>Daughter And Her Best Friend Tied Up Games</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; Due to the positive feedback from my first story, here is another one. Please let me know what you think.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1 - The Perfect Plan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Mother: &amp;ldquo;This is enough Stefanie!! Where is the key?!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You may think: why is my mom so mad? Well, let me summarize, it&amp;rsquo;s all because of a specific collar, a very special one; a massive solid steel collar, 1.6&amp;quot;/4cm wide and 0.40&amp;quot;/1cm thick! There is a hidden hinge in the back and a padlock in the front which merges perfectly with the collar, making it seamless and looking like a permanent one. Since the first time I saw my mother wearing it I thought: How would it be the feeling of being stuck with such oppressive collar? The humiliation&amp;hellip; the frustration&amp;hellip; It made me dream&amp;hellip;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Mother and Daughter Tied Up Games</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; This is my very first story. Please let me know if you liked and want me to post more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(added: )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Nervous, excited, embarrassed, cheerful, horny; a turmoil of feelings, like thousands of butterflies in my stomach. I look in a large mirror in front of me and what I see is a 18 year old college student with a petite body, pale skin, blue eyes, a long blond hair tied in a ponytail and only wearing panties.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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