Bondage Story - The Agreement
The party crowd is getting a little stifling, so I step out onto the patio for a breath of fresh air. I look at my pocket watch, musing for a moment how much it reminds me of the one that Jack the Ripper carried in that movie… and I note that it is getting close to the time we had arranged. I slip back inside, and weave my way through the crowd into the playroom, where I find an open stretch of wall. I lean up against it, setting my toybag down beside me. I open it, and remove one of my lighter floggers.
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