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Time for a short campfire story. When I was about 12 or 13, I discovered the joy of CBT. I remember getting up after everyone in the house was knocked flat, and sneak downstairs. I’d tie and rearrange, tie some more, experiment with pressure techniques (leaning against a couch or just planking on my bound boys). Just when I’d had enough, I’d creep back into bed sometimes still tied and throbbing. It felt wonderful and at the same time, shamefully erotic thanks to societal programming.

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