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by Tyjord
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&lt;p&gt;Once you are completely empty, I thoroughly clean you and then lead
you, trembling, into my bedroom. Weak and humiliated from your enema ordeal,
you sit on the bed and offer no resistance as I unlock your wrists, lie
you down, and re-lock your hands above your head to the headboard. I go
back to the bathroom and clean up, allowing you to rest. When I return,
I bring the blindfold with me and place it on the nightstand. Still securely
gagged, you look up at me in nervous anticipation of what is next.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>One Kink At A Time</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/one-kink-at-a-time/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/one-kink-at-a-time/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;8
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&lt;li&gt;Part One
by Tyjord
One
Kink At A Time Part 1 by Tyjord&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;It is late when you arrive
at my home. Inviting you in, I notice you staring as I close the door behind
you. It is apparent you approve of my choice of garments for this evening.
Wearing only a studded black bikini top, matching crotchless panties, stockings
with garters and three inch spiked heels, I walk in front of you, beckoning
for you to follow. Lost in my beauty, you are speechless as we stop in
the living room. I turn and kiss you deeply, my tongue exploring boldly.
I stop suddenly and almost playfully push you away slightly. You flush
with nervous excitement as I tell you to undress. Your hands begin to tremble,
but encouraged by my gentle reassurance, you set about the task of stripping
off your clothes.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>