Sensory black
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It's all black. There's jazz, no doubt. Armenian paper burns in a dish, candles are lit. You don't see them.
Your eyes are covered with a blindfold, your mouth with a gag.
You're tied up with ropes, handcuffs, ties, strapped down, mummified, imprisoned in a bag.
You are ignored, stimulated, ignored, stimulated again, according to the Scottish shower of my good will.
You're where you belong: at my mercy.
Key words : constraints, hindrances, impact, tease and denial...
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