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Gay Bondage & Shibari Stories
The rope is not there to stop him. Gay bondage and shibari stories, tied up, roped and hung, where the knots are the least of it. Rope bondage was never about the escape he cannot make. It is the hour he spends inside his own body with nothing to do but feel it hold, and the moment he stops testing the rope and starts resting in it. He is still in there. That is the whole design.
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