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&lt;p&gt;The Self Bound
Latex Sub, April 2002 
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Predicament
Chapter 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;How fondly I
look back on my days of freedom now. I remember having a job, going shopping,
eating at a restaurant, all those things that normal people do. I remember
how I used to fantasise about having a Mistress who would bind and gag
me, and do all sorts of nasty things to me for hours on end. How foolish
I was!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>