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					<description><![CDATA[You ask &quot;have you ever been held overnight?&quot;  Yes, I was.  Master held me in a closet with handcuffs on my wrists and ropes on my ankles and a ball gag in my mouth.  He liked to combine.  Did I sleep?  I don&#039;t think so.  He would come in every couple of hours and present.  I would take it down the throat and beg him to let me go.  When he shot off in my face, he would laugh.

In the morning, he let me go and held me for hours while I finally slept.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You ask &#8220;have you ever been held overnight?&#8221;  Yes, I was.  Master held me in a closet with handcuffs on my wrists and ropes on my ankles and a ball gag in my mouth.  He liked to combine.  Did I sleep?  I don&#8217;t think so.  He would come in every couple of hours and present.  I would take it down the throat and beg him to let me go.  When he shot off in my face, he would laugh.</p>
<p>In the morning, he let me go and held me for hours while I finally slept.</p>
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