Lane 3

A couple of hours later, having experienced three or four more good cop/bad cop demos and being told how wonderful I am, how brave and how daring I am as well as being told what a wuss I am, what a loser and how I am doomed to fail in serving my Sir, I find myself wrist hung from a ceiling hook, my legs stretched wide and ankle bound to floor hooks. Now I've been bound in this position any number of times. It gives the Sir easy access to every part of my body. This was my first time with strangers and if felt very different than those times Sir had positioned me. Various emotions raced thru my mind, fear, excitement, anticipation, more fear, more excitement, none of them staying long enough to be really entertained. Pictures were taken, the flashes like lightening as they circled me. Wonder where they are now. Seen some pics a couple of times on the web. So much for being immortalized in oil. But as I jot down these impressions I can feel or remember what I felt.
Published by articfox699
3 years ago
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articfox699
articfox699 Publisher 3 years ago
pretty much only took pictures. this was my first time with strangers
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Brngln
You were how old when this happened?  Did they just take pictures?
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illedgeyou
illedgeyou 3 years ago
Yess!!!
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