tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82166872011-04-21T16:34:28.419-05:00A variety of things about the BDSM lifestyle. If you are offended by sex, sexuality, and relationships that stray from the lives of Ward and June Cleaver, please click the "Next Blog" button and get the hell outtahere. Oh, and if you're under the legal age of consent in the state where you reside, I'll also thank you to go elsewhere. This isn't kid-stuff, OK? Enjoy .... Patrick H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16428791486046942648noreply@blogger.comBlogger601100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216687.post-1109767330541591822005-03-02T06:16:00.000-06:002005-03-02T06:42:10.543-06:00

www.ptheffernan.com is my new website where I'll be promoting my novels. This blog will continue, of course, but the various announcements about my writing and publications will be on the regular site and not the blog. Y'all feel free to visit, and drop me an email if you like.

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Caroline got back to the office at half past one and reopened the Fletcher files in the computer. Other than to run to the ladies’ room twice, she didn’t look up from her reading until sometime after six, when Allen came by her office and asked a number of penetrating questions about Fletcher’s ventures. Caroline was very pleased with herself that she not only knew the answers, but knew them in

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It just doesn't seem fair to some folks, I suppose, when good things happen to rotten people, but that's the way of the world, and this time it's finally worked to my benefit. I'm pleased beyond compare to report that Danielle: Genesis of a Submissive has been accepted by PublishAmerica, and is due to be published soon, hopefully by early summer of 2005. I'll surely keep you all posted on the

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Chance was able easily to help Rachel into the BMW a few moments later, all the more so since Rachel was mostly out of her trance by then. The drive home was done in silence, each woman lost in her own thoughts about the events of the day, and whatever might be its consequences. They got back to Rachel’s house and went inside, Caroline ordering Rachel to bring her a Coke, and taking her seat on

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Before Caroline could even get out of her chair, Dr. Orozco was hunkered down beside Rachel, checking her pulse as she tossed her keys to Sharon with orders to fetch her medical bag from her Expedition. Sharon hustled toward the doctor’s truck as the doctor asked Caroline the first obvious questions about Rachel, was she diabetic or on drugs? Caroline shook her head, visions of her career and

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They arrived at Bill Fletcher’s house a few minutes early, and rang the doorbell, impressed with a variety of cars parked in the driveway and front yard. Caroline felt a bit smug that hers was by far the most luxurious of the cars there. It took her a moment to realize that all but one of the vehicles, however, was a relatively late-model Ford of some sort, mostly pickup trucks, and a couple

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They woke earlier that Sunday, albeit not by choice. The phone was ringing loudly at seven in the morning, and a sleep-muddled Rachel answered. It was Allen, asking for Caroline. It took Rachel a while to rouse her mistress, but finally Caroline came to some semblance of wakefulness. “I hate fucking up your Sunday,” Allen began when he got a sleep-muddled hello from Caroline. “But I need

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The first thing they did the next morning was to eat. They were both starved, and Caroline sent Rachel downstairs to prepare a good brunch for them. Rachel immediately went downstairs, still naked as birth, and feeling a bit sexy and naughty for it, and got a brunch started, deciding on grilled steaks and omelets for two. She had a grill set into her stove, which had cost her a serious chunk

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Caroline went upstairs after about ten minutes, allowing Rachel enough time to get the bath ready to go. She didn’t particularly need a bath, having only showered just before giving Rachel her whipping, but wanted to be pampered and served, spoiled some. Rachel was waiting for her in the bathroom, and Caroline’s nose picked up the scents of some sort of expensive-smelling bath oil, mentally

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Caroline got downstairs quietly, so quietly indeed on her bare feet that Rachel never heard her approach, and jumped a bit in surprise when Caroline spoke up. “Until Allen returns, consider yourself to be my property, Rachel. Get your ass to that dungeon right now!” “Yes, Mistress,” Rachel said, sounding alarmed as she hustled to the dungeon to await Caroline’s appearance. Caroline took her

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Caroline dressed herself, frowning at the mussed condition of her attire, and departed for home to pack a few things, her mind racing at top speed all the way, feeling butterflies erupting in her belly in an aerobatic parade. She’d never dominated anyone in her life, not even in an Internet chat room, and the thrill it shot through her to even do what little dominant things she’d done to Rachel

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“Wow,” Caroline said, as she turned onto Rachel’s street. “That’s one hell of a story, Rachel. I wonder why Allen is even interested in me, considering your devotion to him.” “Because he sees something in you, and so do I for that matter, that’s worth having and holding,” Rachel said in a matter-of-fact tone. “At a few points, maybe two or three times a year, we’ve had submissive playmates

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It all started quite by accident, you see. I’d been working for Allen as his executive secretary for eight or nine months, and we had a good working relationship, but neither of us associated outside the office. And then a big weekend came up for an S&M event out of town. I’d been dating a dom online for a few months, and we agreed to meet there, and so I jetted out of the office to the

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“I got your email last night after we found you were gone and freaked out some,” Rachel said. “I really wish you’d overheard the whole conversation rather than the little bit that you did, Caroline, because what you heard got taken way the hell out of context. I was in the middle of telling Master how wrong I was to be such a jealous little bitch, all the more so that I really like you,

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While Caroline semi-dozed in the king-sized bed, Allen had Rachel start the shower, and once it was hot a moment later, they both got in, and Rachel began bathing Allen, soaping his body and shampooing his hair, but all the while with a sour and sullen expression on her face. Allen didn’t miss that expression, but kept his peace for the moment while she detached the shower head and sluiced the

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“There you are,” Allen said with a sleepy smile as the ladies entered the bedroom upstairs. Caroline couldn’t help noticing the room was spacious and very plush, decorated with a lot of wood, and with the dual focal points of a stone fireplace and an enormous king-sized four-poster bed that must have set Rachel back a pretty penny when she bought the thing. Caroline would later learn that the

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"Looking good," Joel greeted her the next morning when she arrived at her office. "Thanks," Caroline said, trying not to blush at the compliment. She thought she indeed looked smashing in her new attire, today a dark green skirt with a tan colored silk blouse. This particular ensemble had eaten a good chunk of the clothing budget from the shopping trip. But she was also a bit uncomfortable

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As things turned out, it wasn't a bad day, and was certainly eye-opening for Caroline, as she was given an assignment to do several business follow-ups, studying how several deals were structured and learning how the company did business, and sought new business. She went and had lunch with Joel at a local IHOP, and listened impassively as he ranted about Rachel, whom he apparently despised

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Caroline was on the whipping post again in Mexico, but this time, her back was to it, and she was facing outwards, tightly and helplessly bound to the heavy post. She could feel the rough wood on her back, a few splinters poking into fresh whip marks, but she was filled with competing emotions of desire and dread. The only light on this starry night was from a fire blazing forty or so feet

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If asked Caroline would have said she remained in this position, untouched, for an hour, perhaps two or three hours. She would also have said she was as alone as a person ever could be, and while that may have been true emotionally, she never knew that Rachel was sitting on a bench not five feet from her the whole while, observing, for a variety of reasons, not the least of which was Caroline's

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Rachel lived in a very nice house in a very nice neighborhood, and Caroline wondered how Rachel afforded it, if she had money from elsewhere, if she was a kept woman, or if her salary was just that good. Her Buick was no great shakes, Caroline reflected, but that could mean anything or nothing. Caroline felt a bit shamed to be parking her nasty-looking car in front of such a lovely home,

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Caroline got to work early the next morning after not enough sleep the night before, no matter how deeply she did manage to sleep. She went to Rachel's office, and Rachel led her upstairs to the third floor, which was restricted to only those on the A-Team. Caroline confided to Rachel in the elevator that she had no idea what the A-Team was or did, and Rachel told her to relax, that it would

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"You like her, don't you," Allen said to Rachel as Caroline showered. "Yes, I do, Master," Rachel said as he nodded to a chair for her to be seated. "Is that why you pulled this stunt today," he asked. "What stunt would that be, Master," she shot back with a wan smile. "Rachel, you lie like old people fuck," Allen said. "And we both know that I've never had to whip you over slacking off

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The rest of the ride back was in silence, and when Allen brought the truck to a stop at the house, Rachel immediately got out and stripped herself fully naked. Caroline still felt guilty and her heart went out to Rachel, but she knew that opening her mouth was only going to worsen troubles for everyone, and so she kept her peace. "Caroline," Allen said. "Go to the barn and get restraints from

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The late breakfast was a simple but tasty affair of scrambled eggs and chorizo rolled up into tortillas. While it sounded like a breakfast that could only be gotten in Mexico, this morning fare was probably even more popular north of the border than south, and Caroline, never much of a breakfast person, surprised herself greatly by eating with gusto, wolfing down two of the roll-em-ups and then

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I want to extend my warmest congratulations to Sarah at Submissive Reflections. She has wonderful news on her blog. It seems her blog has had its birthday, and that she has been included in a soon-to-be-released book about very special sexual blogs. So ... CONGRATULATIONS, SARAH!!!! I don't know about y'all, but I want my copy autographed, so I hope she lays in a good supply of ink pens.

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Dear Mr. H--------, Thank you for submitting your manuscript "Danielle: Genesis of a Submissive." Our editorial staff has reviewed your submission. Unfortunately, we have decided not to offer a publishing contract for "Danielle: Genesis of a Submissive" at this time. Thank you very much for considering Phaze. Regards, Stacey L. King Senior Editor Phaze.com As those of you who are

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Caroline's eyes widened considerably when she re-entered the bedroom and saw Allen standing next to Rachel, wearing only his jeans, and with a razor strop in his right hand, two feet of two-inch wide black leather with a rosewood handle brass-riveted to one end of the evil black licking tongue. She wondered if she was about to be whipped again, and wondered if it was for business or pleasure,

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Allen told Caroline to get her ass on the bed, on all fours, right this instant. Caroline obeyed, and Allen started smacking her with the strap, showing no mercy to the little redhead. As Rachel drew his pants downward and helped him step from them, his erection pointed to Caroline, he whipped her tail until it was a deep red, shading toward purple. And then Rachel got on the bed and

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Moments later, Rachel helped Caroline to her feet, and led her into the bedroom with Allen's instruction that Caroline was to do as Rachel instructed, and he'd be along shortly. The bedroom was bigger than Caroline would have assumed by the look of the house from outside, and far nicer in its decor, for that matter. It was done in light-colored wooden paneling, and the room's centerpiece was a

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"I think he likes you," Rachel said a few moments later in the bathroom as she dabbed ointment on the open wounds on her shoulders, which weren't deep ones, but were definitely painful. Caroline realized she was going to be in a good deal of pain for a few days to come, and resolved that she wouldn't allow it to slow her down. After all, if she was in pain from this whipping, it was only

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The day finally wore on enough for the whipping post to be hidden in the shade as the sun lowered itself in the western sky, and Allen sent Rachel out to the barn to retrieve Caroline and put her back on the post. For her part, Caroline had remained in the barn except for one fast ten-minute foray to the bathroom, escorted by Rachel. Caroline docilely followed Rachel to the post and positioned

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Allen marched out to the barn while Rachel was cooking, and dragged a picnic table into the barn. Caroline had plenty water still, and he asked how she was doing. "I'll live, Mr. Martin," she said, trying to sound braver than she felt. "But it certainly hurts, Sir." "As well it should," he told her. "We're about to be having lunch in a few moments, and you'll be let out of your restraints

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From their back-yard vantage point, Caroline was never out of their sight as they sat in the cool shade, sipping water, and discussing her fate for the afternoon. "Master, I know she fucked up in a big way," Rachel said. "And she deserves more than she's had, but I don't think she deserves as much as you mean to apply to her. After all, do you want her to be corrected and of value to you, or

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If asked later, Caroline would have to honestly admit that she had no idea how long she'd been made to wait out there on the post before Allen and Rachel returned to punish her. She would have had to believe five minutes or five hours, because she was utterly lost within herself in a meditative state while waiting for her beating to begin. Actually, from the distance of the back porch, perhaps

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"Allen surprised me when he called last night about your counter-proposal," Rachel began, indicating to Caroline to have a seat on a lawn chair. "He was as surprised as I was, which was why he temporized. He wanted to talk to me, to get some advice, at least. In case you haven't quite gotten up to speed yet, I answer to him as far more than his secretary, Caroline." "I was getting that idea,

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Mr. Martin arrived at her house in his truck on the dot at five, and told her to get in. She did, and they rode in an uncomfortable silence for perhaps a half-hour as they travelled south toward the Mexican border. Finally, he broke the silence. "When we get where we're going, you'll want to do a bit of shopping," he told her. "Use your credit card, so that there's a paper trail that you

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Caroline answered her phone. "Miss Loring, this is Rachel. I'm Mr. Martin's secretary. He wants to see you in his office in forty-five minutes. Is there a problem with that?" "No, Ma'am," Caroline said in a glum voice. "I'll be there. Did he say why he wants to see me?" "I'm afraid not," Rachel said. "He only said he wants to see you in forty-five minutes." "I'll be there," Caroline

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My friend Bliatz wrote a very recent post about the necessity of the mindfuck, and it brought back to the fore this story that I'd kind of half-formed in my mind two or three years ago, and decided to get onto paper. It's a bit intense, but I think a very good tale of emotional domination. He blindfolded her and hoisted her over his shoulder, carrying her into the garage, where she could hear

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Okay, y'all. I got some stuff fixed here, including a bit of a smaller picture of that dildo so that it didn't fubar the sidebar. There are also several new links in the links section, and one or two deletions. If you'd like your link added here, or would like to receive email notifications about new posts to my blogs, feel free to drop me a line and let me know. Soon, I'm going to also

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This dildo was made of purple-heart, which grows in South America, and is fairly easy to obtain in large quantities. As far as I can tell, the species of wood is a junk tree down there, because I can buy it as cheaply as native American red oak most anywhere. Pretty stuff, huh? I made this one night on something of a dare, when a friend online said no way I could make a dildo. And so an hour

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Hiya, folks. Below are a few pictures of items I've made on my wood lathe. Woodturning is my "other hobby," so to speak, and really the only artistry I have in my hands. I may post more stuff later that I've made, to include a picture of a dildo I made of purple wood. Hope y'all enjoy 'em all. Vaya con Dios, --Patrick--

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Mesquite Goblet This is a goblet I made from a little chunk of firewood in a sack I'd gotten from the grocery store. The wood is called mesquite, which only grows in the Southwestern U.S., and is a very good wood for cooking as well as just making pretty items from it. Altogether, the goblet is about as long as my finger. It was fun to make. --P--

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Walnut Bowl This bowl is one that particularly pleased me. It's made of American black walnut, and has a high-gloss finish. It's often served as the candy bowl on my desk when I was selling cars, and made a good conversation piece. It has a hidden foot under it, and I always thought it kind of looked like it's floating. --P--

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Sycamore Bowl This bowl (I plan to post more about this very soon) is from a chunk of sycamore that was in a stack of firewood I bought in 2001. The guy selling the firewood suggested that I toss it back on the woodpile since he wasn't certain what it was (to be truthful, neither was I all that certain), but I told him toss it in there anyway. It was probably safe to burn, right? (Note to

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Lamp This is a lamp I made several years ago, and it's been my bedside lamp ever since. The base of it is made of Honduran mahogany, a truly beautiful wood, and the shaft is made of three pieces of maple laminated together. The middle piece is routed out down most of its length to allow for the cord. I picked up the lamp kit at Home Depot for a few dollars, and it was easy to wire it up

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Ladies and gentlemen, I spend a lot of time reading and commenting on blogs, and I'd like to direct your attention to a few that I've found to have been of particular interest here lately, in no particular order ... Submissive Singles The owner of this blog, a lady named Sharryn, has recently had some interesting viewpoints about BDSM. She's a frequent commenter in my blogs, and I have her site

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Sometimes, we all have our doubts about things we do, or things that we find near and dear. In my case, I've been full of doubts about the novel I wrote. I mean, is it really worth the trouble to try to publish, or is it just a lengthy issue of diarrhea of the MS Word from Yours Truly, no matter how kinky it may have been? Out of the blue, I got my answer last night in a heartfelt message

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--FOUR-- "And now," Tom said, "I'm about to teach you your place, Caitlyn, and your duties to your new owner. In short, you're just a bed-bitch, a fuck-muffin to me, or you will be if I decide you're worth that much, even. Else, I'll just put you to work doing whatever unpleasant tasks around here I can find or invent. Do we understand one another, Caitlyn? Answer me." "Yes," Caitlyn said

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--THREE-- Caitlyn backed up to the wall, now looking decidedly dubious about this little experimental vacation, which was rapidly moving from fantasy to reality. Tom understood how she could be having these mixed emotions, but in one of their more serious talks about this fantasy, she'd told him and reiterated that she didn't want to be given a way out of this. She wanted to experience this

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--TWO-- "For now, forty lashes," Tom said. "I'm very disappointed in you, Andrea. For one, you were told to spend no more than thirty thousand at the auction, and for another, you made an obviously poor purchase. This girl is hardly more than an animal. Look at her! She's filthy, she's rude. I've seen mutt dogs that I'd have bought for more than she's worth, and you laid out forty

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--ONE-- Tom answered his doorbell, and his jaw dropped at the appearance of his visitor. She was a lovely black girl, just larger than petite, with an adorable grin at seeing his astonishment. He had seen her picture many times over, and had often remarked that if she went and got bleached, she'd be the Gidget of the New Generation. And now she was here, entirely unexpectedly. Caitlyn. With

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Well, where do I begin this tale? I honestly cannot remember not having an interest in BDSM. People laugh when I say I was eight years old and fantasizing about domming on Ginger and MaryAnn, but I'm serious when I say it, no matter how amusing it is. The problem, though, is that for a variety of reasons, I've been a lifelong nerd. I'll probably die a nerd, come to think of it. For this

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This has come to be the day I hate worse than any other day of the year. Pardon me if there are no really jazzy or fun posts today, ok? Done. --Patrick--

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By Thursday, everything was unpacked and in order in their new home, and Jennifer was happy for that. Jim had another two weeks of paid leave coming his way, and had spent the last couple days giving her sneaky little fondles wherever he could as they busted their tails unpacking everything into their new house. The house itself was almost out of a fairy tale, Jennifer thought as they arrived

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Part Two In his study a moment later, Jim contemplated Jennifer's proposal, with no small measure of pride in her submission to him. He knew she hated being punished -- after all, wasn't that the point? -- but she had always acknowledged that she deserved each and every stroke he had applied to her in their dungeon. Jim also knew that she was right, or at least that he agreed with her that she

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Part One Jennifer waited nervously for her Master, Jim, to get home. She knew, at least basically, what to expect when he got home, of course, but she was also going to be happy to put it behind her once and for all. She’d screwed up but good, and there was a price to be paid, and she was, in truth, glad for that. She needed someone like Jim, someone strong and with a certain heartlessness

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Tied down, eyes behind a blind Whatever will come next Will he be cruel or will he be kind Will this hopefully end in sex He plays her like a fiddle She writhes in ice and fire Quivering deep in her middle He never seems to tire Her heart pounds in her ears As she waits his pleasure in the dark She's nervous, but it's not fear As she feels the strap leave a mark She cries aloud to unfeeling

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She's a freshly wed lady in love with her man But needing him so be a bit stronger She needs his guidance, his strong right hand She hopes she won't wait much longer She needs surrender, to live beneath his will She needs him to round her up in his rules But it's at times a struggle, a road uphill But she's collecting some evil tools! She's hoping that soon, he'll assume his throne To be

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Hello and welcome to the BDSM Forum. My name is Patrick, and I'll be hosting this little lash-up, pardon the bad pun. More to follow soon!

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