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Naked
by Limey
I collected on my bets and left behind a photograph.
I'd walked the length of BOND STREET - and back - wearing only slippers, handcuffs and
knee-hobble with both chained to my slave-collar, ball-gag and head-to-ground burka.
A few stared but mostly they were British.
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