Beach Bondage

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

This wasn’t my first self-bondage experience, and certainly won’t be my last. Saturday afternoon, I headed for the beach. It was very crowded, and I knew exactly where to go. I parked my car at the far end of the county park, where most people kept their cars. I took my bag of goodies and walked two miles to the other end of the park to the row of “port-o-pottys”. I chose one right in the middle and went inside.

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Beach Bondage