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bipolarber -> RE: if you could (3/12/2008 8:03:47 PM)
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This happened once, and although it scared the crap oout of me while it was going on, later it became the stuff that wet dreams are made of... I met up with a Domme who negotiated with me over coffee at a local used bookshop. Deciding to take the plunge, she instructed me to go out to her van, get inside, strip, put a blindfold on and lock my hands behind my back with a set of handcuffs. I did so, and laid there in her van, listening to people passing by outside for about a half an hour. (With me sweating it out.) I was worried that, although it was a cargo van, someone might try looking in via the passenger window, and see me lying there. Finally, the door opened and she drove me off to her home in the foothills. Her house had an attached garage, and it was possible for me to enter the house as I was, without the neighbors ever seeing me. It was a great start to a scene. Sort of a semi-kidnap.
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