Story 7 Chapter 4: Old Friends
The smell of the tape. The sound of it coming off the roll. The feel of it against my skin. That distinctive odor… that sound… unwillingly taped, my socks in my mouth, the tape around my face and that strong smell of it, and then getting senselessly r-ped for an hour. Taken down to the basement, and attached to that heavy duty pipe. My body, crushed in tape: my torso, rigid against the pipe. My breasts pushed out by the adhesive. The way it sticks to my skin. The way it shines in even the slightest light.
When I opened my eyes, I was on the futon. Jenny and Nichole sat on the bed with distraught faces. They had done their homework. Both faces were soaked with tears, and I turned and realized Michela was holding my hand and also crying. I had ruined everything for everyone.
“Jenny, I’m sorry for ripping you like that,” I said as emphatically as I could.
“Why didn't you ask us to help you sooner?” Nichole shook a bit.
“Because I knew it was either take him down or die trying, and I almost died trying.”
“I’m sorry it's been a lousy Valentine's,” Michela was hurt by my pain.
“Hannah, I’m sorry I didn't help you more when what you needed most was friendship,” Jenny couldn't stop crying.
“Screw that,” I sat up, “I had no one then. I was homeless for a spell. You're here now. That's what matters more. Sit down. You here, Nichole, and Jenny you squeeze in between me and Michela.”
They sat down as I requested, and both friends kissed me on the cheeks, and Jenny had one for Michela too. Jenny loved everyone no matter what. Nichole cried harder because she had visited me so many times, and I knew she felt a bit betrayed. Could I tell them myself? I had to come clean to someone, and this was my chance.
“The news reports are one quarter of the story…”
I proceeded to describe things like I had for Dr. Sheridan. Even more than that: I was recounting the story in vivid detail like when I was testifying against Greg both when I was giving my statements to the police and when I was on the stand. Nary a word of interruption followed. I went back and confessed my shame at my actions and how I chose to go down the road of using and slinging drugs rather than reforming myself and asking forgiveness of my friends.
“Jenny, Nichole… I’m sorry I was so selfish and that I distrusted you two.”
“Hannah Bandana,” Nichole wrapped an arm around me, “I forgive you.”
“I forgave you a long time ago,” Jenny took my hand, “And been praying that God would one day safely bring you back into our lives. Can you forgive us for maybe not trying hard enough to be there for you?”
“I certainly can, especially since I tried to hide from you. You wouldn't be here now if Casey hadn't been so persistent.”
“Casey talks so much about you that it's amazing; she's your guardian angel,” Michela blurted out.
“Casey talks to you?!” I turned to Michela in shock and only received a smile back.
“Does she ever care about you,” Nichole tightened her hug, “Our friend, the bondage model.”
Friend! Nichole said I was their friend! Why?! I didn't understand anything except that I started crying again. They really had forgiven me long before and had made up both of their minds to welcome me into their lives with open arms. A platonic kiss was planted on each of their cheeks. So I could kiss a girl without it being sexual after all; that was a first since prison.
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Interlude 62: A Saturday in the Pod (Part 2)
February 22, 2013
“I love rec hours on Saturday mornings!” Kendra stepped out the door of the pod into the cold.
“Feels like you’re free again?” I asked while stretching my arms out to take it all in.
“No! It’s fresh air and sunlight. Air, polluted by the city of Minneapolis, but it’s here!”
“And it’s not quiet time!” Kylie bounded out with us.
“I just,” Kendra took a deep breath, “Love it.”
On weekends, during the morning and afternoon rec hours, it was not unusual for the entire pod to empty out into the yard when it was sunny outside like today. Neither cold nor frozen ground mattered to us; we were outside. We could see the blue sky, clouds, lightning, and whatever else nature provided for us to enjoy.
Winter was Kendra’s favorite season, so being locked up for 6 months starting from late autumn was extremely frustrating for her. She loved the snow and wearing winter coats, scarves, boots, and mittens. She was a Scandinavian at heart, complete with the deep ability to love once you really go to know her.
Mary-Ann stepped out and within 3 minutes started coughing. She had a nasty asthma that really only reared its ugly head when she was inadequately dressed for the cold. I can’t imagine her, of all people, wandering around as a homeless beggar for two months like she did, mostly because of her asthma and glasses. She quickly retreated to the warmth of the pod.
“I love it, too,” I said to Kendra and joined her in flopping on the hard, cold ground.
“I miss it all so much. Hannah, if we get our lives back together, promise me we’ll go sledding together.”
“I promise, Kendra. Do I ever promise.”
“Sledding? No way! Kendra? You?” Michela laughed, “May I come sledding with you girls?”
“Of course, but Hannah will be wrapping her arms around me because I’m short and will be steering.”
“It’s a deal!”
When we got out, sure enough, on some of those days I skipped in the timeline of my story, we went sledding. Maybe we were adults, but we didn’t care. We had fun, and every winter Kendra and I went sledding together, sometimes with or without some or all of the others. It was a little thing that was special for us because we did it together; everyone else was just along for the ride.
“Maybe I should be tied up first!” Jenny squeaked and bounced up, “Michela?”
“You want me to tie you up?” Michela moved back, “Ummm… my experience is only tying up girls to f-ck them or for a professional shoot.”
“Well, now, a good step in the right direction is to start by not so casually saying things in such dirty terms. You tie them up for dirty play,” the little girl could be so sweet.
“Hannah and I share that bed behind you,” my girlfriend was casual and honest, “I’m sorry, but I don’t trust myself not to do something sexual to you.”
“Just try… I don’t know your story. I only see that there is a good person locked inside you and buried under some sort of trauma. Whatever healing you need, a good place to start is being able to tie me up without just jumping into grinding me.”
“You just met me,” Michela clutched her St. Michael medal, “And yet you
love me!”
“Go for it,” I rubbed Michela’s back, “You can do it. Nichole and I will make sure it’s OK.”
“I spent four years inside, and no one ever so blindly cared for me like this except for my mother, my sisters, and Hannah,” my girlfriend stood up, “I’ll tie you up with anything you want.”
Jenny simply handed a knapsack over to Michela. Opening the bag and peering inside, Michela was a bit overwhelmed by the choice in ropes, tapes, bandanas, and other gag materials. Inside was a new toy that neither of us had ever seen, and Michela and I studied the oddity. It was a big blue rubber ball, a dog toy; through the holes of the hollow sphere was a black bandana. Jenny had a kind of ball gag? How bizarre! Quickly, Jenny explained how the same bondage sorority, the one from which Joyce, Cassie, and Emilia had come, gave these to her and her friends after a forced hazing ritual at the start of the fall semester. She had a half dozen of the balls in her bag. Michela hefted one with a screwed up look on her face; could she use it on someone else?
“Hannah, can I do it?” she asked me nervously, “It’s a ball gag, albeit a cheesy homemade one.”
“Use it on Jenny? Yeah!” I encouraged her, “Don’t let the past affect Jenny’s happiness today.”
“If you use it, make sure to wrap Jenny’s face up good with something else afterwards,” Nichole laughed, “She doesn’t like drooling.”
“Maybe I’ll use it then,” Michela tossed it to Nichole and grabbed a coil of pink rope, “I can do this.”
“Go for it, girl! You can do it!” I could see Michela shaking a bit with fear of our respective out of control sexualities.
“I might run away if you’re too slow! Maybe you should all gang up and pin me down!” Jenny was a glutton for punishment.
“Come on! Let’s get that Gangsta Princess!”
So we all tackled Jenny, and Michela got a taste of a girl who was not only flexible but could be left in elbow bondage as long as you wanted her to remain tied up. Jenny was no ordinary girl in any regard: a huge heart, super flexible, an insatiable taste for bondage that included enjoying the game most when it was nonconsensual, a small stature, an obsession with bandanas, and a sharp mind. Was it any wonder most people loved her back?
We roped her up so well. Elbows, wrists, ankles, knees, thighs, and mid thighs were all roped together. A tighter and much more detailed breast harness than the kind that the Moreau's liked and a waist rope crush her arms. Bondage isn't complete without a gag, and Jenny got to eat that rubber ball at Michela’s hand. Michela shook while she tied the knot on the gag, before leaving the tape portion to Nichole. Michela sat down on the futon and stared in wonder at her captive on the bed. I gave my girlfriend what could be called a congratulatory kiss .
“You did it! I’m so proud of you!” I looked into eyes filled with wonder and fear.
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Interlude 63: A Saturday in the Pod (Part 3)
February 22, 2013
“Can’t beat five hours out of the cell when it’s all rec time!” Mary-Ann cackled as we entered the shower stalls.
“Yeah, yeah, Mad-D, keep talking,” I stared at her tits as we entered the stalls.
“You’re exclusively into girls?” she took no offense to my behavior after what Mr. Reardon did.
“No,” I said, “I lost my virginity willingly, and it was sooooooo good. Stuff tastes good.”
“TMI, TMI,” Michela blocked her ears as we always clustered as friends with an empty one after my little clique of second floor girls.
“I’m sorry,” I turned to Michela, “Just being truthful.”
We all knew Michela’s problems with it all. She was like me; she’d had good sex with a boy and realized that some men were monsters. It’d be a long time before either of us would consider sex with a man after our respective issues. In here, we were right for each other, and after what Greg did to me there’d be a long time before I’d even think about c-ck again.
During the Saturday morning recreation hour (and, for II’s, their lone 90 minutes rec time), all of us were allowed to use the gym. Only problem was that lunch came before the shower break, so we’d all smell just wonderful while eating our lunch in the dining hall. There was supervision of our use of the gym, strict supervision to make sure we were safe and that girls got a turn if she so desired. We usually played basketball, if the staff would let us. Today we’d been outright denied it, and I think Michela was a bit cross about it.
“So which one of us grabs your eyes more?” Mary-Ann teased me.
“We’re not supposed to talk about such things,” I said while shampooing my hair.
“Which one,” Michela got snappy though, “Out with it, girl.”
“Michela’s prettier; but Maddy has sexier melons. There, happy?” I responded with pride.
“Yes!” Michela pumped her fist.
“Oh, brother!” Mary-Ann burst into laughter, “I’ll take it since I’m not into girls anyway!”
“All right, your turn, Gangsta Queen,” I easily held Nichole down single-handedly.
“Now, this isn't necessary,” Nichole looked at me and smiled.
“Actually, it is!” Michela took over, “Gosh, you're as nice as Hannah said you are.”
“Dang, you two girls are strong!”
“Daily exercise in juvie does that; exercise or go in solitary. You’ll take the muscle,” I laughed, “Sometimes we’d exercise on weekends too.”
“Halfway between full prison and a strict boarding school, eh?”
“No, Nichole… it really was prison,” a mist covered my eyes, “Unis, armed guards, cells, strict schedules, tight rules…”
“Oh,” she ceased her observations, “There is a bright side; without things working out the way they did you wouldn't have your awesome job and these amazing friends!”
“Come on,” Michela’s digressed as always, “Tie her up!”
Michela held Nichole down, though, so that I could have a chance to kidnap a friend who had unconditionally loved me. I saw from Michela’s eyes that she wasn't hurt by Nichole's questions like I was, and it was apparent that her digression was to distract me. I felt lifeless and drained so much of the time, and this time was no different. On this occasion, though, I had a little something to enjoy.
Nichole was right, though. Without prison, I never would have met the beautiful girls I am proud to call my friends except Kendra. Maybe there was a good divine power that would sometimes make a niggling suggestion to make a harmless decision with huge repercussions, and when we decided to obey or disobey that thought we set off a chain reaction as opposed to our meaningless choice over whether to eat Reese’s Puffs or Honey Smacks for breakfast?
How I tied Nichole varied a little. My friend wasn't nearly as flexible as me let alone Jenny, so I put her arms in a boxtie with the harness and a waist rope since I wasn't sure how she felt about crotch ropes. Both girls deserved my best for giving me their best first; that's why I blindfolded them each with an orange bandana!
“Well, you have to gag me, or I might scream for help,” Nichole smiled despite being unable to see.
“I know!” I almost squealed as I said that and pulled Nichole’s sneakers off her feet, “Do it to Jenny, sweetie.”
“All right!” Michela grinned when I pulled Nichole’s socks off her feet.
“I’m in deep trouble,” Nichole’s smile grew wider.
“Eat up!” I jammed the socks in Nichole’s mouth.
“Mmmmmm!” she groaned and shuddered as I taped her mouth shut.
That’s what I did. I gagged Nichole with her own socks. Dirty socks, mind you. Socks that had driven here from St. Croix Falls, an hour-long ride, and gone clothes shopping. On top of that, each of our friends got one of their own sneakers pulled over their nose and laced behind their head so that they had to smell it.
“You're a naughty girl, Hannah. You're so cute when you're having fun,” Michela spoke softly.
“Thanks. I try to shine the light when I’m happy,” I meant my words more than ever.
“I love you, my Valentine,” she teased me with an erotic kiss.
“Not now,” I blushed, “Today is about not just us, but us with them. A different kind of love.”
“I’m genuinely touched. I go everywhere imagining that everyone knows me as the girl from the news… and they act like I never hurt a fly in my life.”
“That’s Jenny and Nichole for you.”
The gross gag was just right for my friend. Was I really thinking of taking photos for the Cool Girls’ Club Facebook group? I had considered it, but I let my shame prevail and didn't do it. Nichole had the fulfillment of many dreams, the desire to once again have my friendship. I sure gave her a token of the highest friendship, didn't I?
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Interlude 64: A Visit from Nichole
September 10, 2013
“Who’s Blakely?” Michela asked me one Tuesday night.
“Nichole Blakely, the friend I write to all the time?”
“Did you ask for her to get put on your visitor’s list?” Michela handed me a visitor pass.
“Yeah, I did, since she asked me to do that. She’s visiting!” I bounced.
Quiet time, laddddiieeesss, Mrs. Copley laughed into the microphone; being told to shut up was frequent in the pod.
“Homework, shhhh,” Michela blew me a kiss before mouthing, “I love you.”
I couldn’t believe it. I’d been visited enough times by Grandma and Casey, but Nichole! Did I ever want to see a fresh face, especially one I knew would be sympathetic. I hadn’t seen Casey in a while, though, because she’d been going through some medical issues of her own, a stroke and some other ugly business associated with it, and she hadn’t been here in 6 months. I knew I could count on Grandma, but Nichole was going to be a new face.
“You don’t look like a Queen because you had to put your bandana in your pocket.”
“I can stop being a Queen for you,” Nichole smiled back despite my lavender, black, and shackles.
“I blew it big time, Nichole, and your letters… yep, I’m a failure,” I leaned back and sighed.
“The Cool Girls’ Club will always be there, waiting to welcome you with open arms.”
“I’ll keep it in mind. Happy birthday, girl. How’s it to be an adult?”
“No different than a kid. I’m sorry you and your new friends are losing your happiest years.”
This was the first time that it seemed possible that we weren’t 100% at fault for being locked up in juvenile prison. Maybe there was something else that had gone wrong. Abuse, neglect, hate, assault, lack of love, or something else that would encourage a kid, who wasn’t old enough to know things about life, to make bad choices. We all lacked something, even if it was judgment to not do something stupid (looking at you, Kylie).
“So, what’s good about being here?”
“The only people that visit do so because they really care about me,” I responded tearfully.
“I know what it’s like. My father gives it to me regularly,” Nichole said under her breath.
“I spent almost 17 years thinking my parents loved me when they didn’t.”
“But Jenny, Casey, and I care for sure. We missed you Hannah, and we cried for you. If you are ever discouraged, remember this pledge that we all took: ‘Once a Cool Girl, always a Cool Girl.’ If you’re ever in need after you get out of here, find us, call us, somehow get one of us. We will help you not out of pity but because you’re our friend and we love you.”
“Thank you. This has been too emotional; I need to go.”
I don’t know why I waited so long that they finally all tracked me down, but I’m glad they did.
“Would you kidnap this? Hmmm?” Michela asks me in a quiet tone while handling a roll of red duct tape.
“Are you asking me to tape you up?” I asked not knowing why she’d want that.
“First time for everything?” she said, “Just no gags of tape strips allowed.”
“For my Valentine, I will do it,” I responded, “We need to occasionally have fun without sex.”
“Please? I might be a mischievous Gangsta like Jenny and Nichole here.”
“Let’s do this!” I responded knowing that Michela was trying to help me overcome the past.
Michela wanted to be taped with red because of the red heart on her shirt, I suspect. I taped her crossed wrists behind her back and also wrapped the strip around her waist and over her shirt in a professional swoop. After tying Jenny and Nichole, I was only interested in the tying part of this. I took a white handkerchief out of the bag, made a big knot in the middle, and gagged Michela with that.
I taped Michela on either side of her breasts in another strong motion, and I encased her legs in it with only her knees and heels left exposed. I had even taped her feet. A blindfold or a tape gag would have worked if I wanted to terrorize my girlfriend, but taping a shoe to her face made her happy. For the first time ever, I took a picture of Michela, a Cool Girls’ style picture, while she was bound and gagged, and I did the same with Jenny and Nichole. I decided that I would not post them anywhere though.
I was still coming to grips with this strange old reality. Jenny and Nichole forgave me for what I did to them and their friend four years ago. They had moved on from that and were instead extending an olive branch to me. No, not an olive branch; they were actually going beyond offering me a second chance at friendship and telling me I was still their friend. This was my opportunity to right one of the only mistakes of my past that could even be righted. My only other opportunities had been taken: to befriend Casey and to help Kendra.
“Jenny, please, when you get back to school, call Kendra. She's too proud to do it on her own even though she knows it's what she needs,” I asked my gagged friend.
“Mmm!” Jenny nodded in understanding and studied her bonds.
“Thanks,” I gave her a hug and started crying, “for coming out here today.”
“Awww,” the lovable girl nestled herself into me, “It’th ohay.”
“I never thought anyone outside of juvie could ever love me again, and you proved me wrong. You two,” I wrapped an arm around Nichole too, “are wonderful.”
“Tho are -ou,” Nichole's words touched me deeply.
I had such an amazing opportunity here. I watched in the car and store as Michela did better than me at becoming comfortable with Jenny and Nichole. We could go beyond just me resuming a true relationship with the beautiful souls of the Cool Girls’ Club. I could be the link a third time. I was the main link in the friendships that existed in my circle of juvie rejects, making a big circle of Michela, Mary-Ann, Kylie, Kendra, and me. I had been the link between them and bondage modeling and us discovering our own fetishes, kinks, and sexualities. Now through Joyce, Casey, and these two girls in my bedroom, I could link the misfits to the Cool Girls’ Club, a circle of friends who all have taken a vow to unconditionally love and help each other, as best expressed in the game of TUGs. Unconditionally… yep, they chose to love me despite all my evil deeds.
“You're gorgeous,” I gave Michela a kiss while knowing I couldn't go too far.
“Mmmmm!” Jenny and Nichole groaned from their seats on the futon.
“I… I love you girls,” I said while sitting between them with Michela across our laps.
“Awwww,” Jenny blushed despite her bondage.
“Grrmmm!” Michela groaned because I was mindlessly grabbing her tits.
“Thanks for coming out here today.”
I couldn't bring myself to do anything more with them besides enjoying their presence in this room. We simply basked in the friendship while the afternoon sun shone brightly into the converted attic space that served as the bedroom I shared with my precious Michela. I had a lot of precious people in my life; Nichole was right that I had been blessed with amazing friends who had suffered alongside me.
I am sorry there isn't more to say, but the rest of the time was one-sided conversation with my gagged friends. I untied them, and we promised to keep in touch and that we would see each other during the weekend ahead of my spring break week so Michela and I could see Minnesota Tech, the school Jenny and Nichole attended.
Hearts of gold those two have.
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Interlude 65: Another Visit from Nichole
September 24, 2013
“Back so soon?” I smiled gleefully to see Nichole Blakely.
“Yeah, and I made sure I had fresh pictures so you can keep up with the latest.”
“Been a long time since I played a TUG,” I saw a bound and gagged Jenny and another friend.
“Jenny asked me to take that one just for you so that you’d have something to look forward to after you’re out of this big stone room,” Nichole smiled just as happily.
“Thank you so much for writing. Would you ask Jenny to write as well?”
“I’d be glad to do that. Why didn’t you ask sooner?”
I hadn’t asked because I figured it was only Nichole and Casey who wanted me. I didn’t know that Jenny still cared too. It was sad that Jenny and Kendra didn’t have a stronger relationship; I realized Kendra was very private as opposed to Jenny’s constant bounce. They looked so much alike that I wanted to see them side-by-side at least once though!
This time Nichole and I enjoyed the visit and made the most of it. She promised to come more frequently until Casey was well enough to come, and then they’d alternate Tuesdays since my Grandma came on Thursdays. Doing it this way ensured a visitor at every opportunity! Nichole, I love you and cannot thank you enough for your visits and letters. Same is true for you, Casey.
“Same time next week?” I asked her.
“Heck, yeah! Cool Girls forever?” she responded.
“I can't make that commitment,” I hung my head low, “Not yet.”
“Friends, at least?” Nichole was hopeful at least.
“Friends. See you next week.”
“Good night,” Nichole waved as she turned to walk out.
“I’m sorry about what happened,” my gorgeous Valentine and I sat on the futon that night.
“I’m sorry I kept the truth from you,” I shuddered, “I should have told you.”
“You didn’t have to tell me,” Michela admitted, “I knew from Mrs. Copley.”
“Mrs. Copley?! She told you?!”
“Well, after your brief run-in with Kylie, we knew something bad was afoot. Mrs. Copley told me what was happening because she knew we cared. Kendra visited and told us as well.”
“I’ve made so many bad decisions, but loving you is a good one.”
“How about I put your bandana in my crotch, we’ll grind until it’s soaked in my cum, and then I will gag you with it? Hmmm?” Michela peered into my eyes, “And I will steal you just like you stole my heart when you fought that prison bully.”
Remember those thoughts I struggle with and mentioned in Chapter 2? They were at the surface at this moment. I was terrorized by them, and no surprise tonight I had my first night terror since I had moved in with the Palmeri’s. I accepted Michela’s proposal and let her steal me. Strength and love bound me in something harsher than the usual clothesline: real rope. Thinner and even stronger rope was tying me tightly with a mock reverse prayer where my hands were on my shoulder blades; Michela learned well.
Then the gag came. That scrumptious gag was so good, so erotic, so arousing I cummed before I was tape gagged. Michela’s cum tasted best of all because hers was infused with love whereas my own was just that, my own. I was gagged with a strip of foam core tape which held the package together in my mouth. Foam core tape was another surprise that I guess she learned from the Moreau’s
I was down to my orange underwear, female briefs and a sports bra, for this and comfortable with a tight harness and lots of spots where rope tied my legs. The final surprise came in the form of a string tying my big toes. I wasn’t going anywhere even if I had somewhere to go! I lay on the bed while Michela strutted back and forth studying me and running her hands over my body. She is perfect in the long red skirt, black turtleneck t-shirt with the big bright red heart on it, black socks, black flats, and black bandana headband.
“Hannah, can… may… I’m…,” my girlfriend stands with hands folded, uncertain of what to do.
“Hmmm?” I look into her eyes from my position on the bed.
“May I… blindfold you? I bought something else… for us,” she is hiding something.
“Mmmm,” I nodded as I hadn’t the fears that she did.
“I wanted this to be a surprise,” she sat down next to me, “A special game just for you.”
“Awwww, ah uv ou.”
It was special indeed. I was hooded with Michela's underwear, held in place with a rubber band that gathered the excess. A purple bandana blindfolded me. Michela sat propped up in the corner of the bed watching hockey. In the plug near her was a wand that was roped to my thigh and buzzing on my crotch. I had to find her crotch without help and rub her carpet until she orgasmed, complete with getting my head under her long flowing skirt.
What a game! It was so hard to get my head under the soft fabric, and it was made all the more erotic by Michela pulling the bed covers over us once I found her crotch, and she made sure to fix her skirt. I was buried and rubbing my mouth against her crotch, but before she orgasmed I orgasmed from the vibrator. In that time, Michela reached under to remove my gag. Farewell to my bandana, soaked in Michela’s cum. Instead, I got the reward of a genuine carpet. When Michela orgasmed, I made sure I licked it all off. Let me tell you that eating crotch, whether c-ck or p-ssy, absolutely rocks.
“Michela, how about you gag me again and dominate me?”
“I still have it right here,” she smiled.
For the next hour, Michela forgot even hockey for the sake of Valentine’s Day. Kisses from her were heavenly, and Michela was such a blend of kinky and sexy. Forcing me to eat her carpet, grinding me, sensuously kissing my face, neck, and tits, and groping my tits were all part of it. We orgasmed several times in that hour, and when Michela finally untied me we fell asleep in the bed without ever putting on pajamas.
“We should take turns. I know you like force feeding, but I like to be tied.”
Then the night terror came.
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