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The Rope at the Top of the Stairs
Rope at the top of the Stairs by John Young The cups of my basque had been pushed down when he bent me over the table and my nipples were pinched between the stiff lacy fabric and the cool, grainy oak. My arms were tied behind my back, wrist to elbow, wrist to elbow, and from there the two tails of the rope led over my shoulders and the far side of the table and then under it and around the outside of the legs. He took one end of the rope and wrapped it twice around my leg just above the knee...