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were off and easing herself up out of the chair that was soaked with sweat and other fluids on the seat. She unlocked the waist chain and, looking at her audience, told them that she was going to remove the dildoes and that if they were not interested in this, they should feel free to leave. Both women stayed and watched. The plugs came out easily and the attendants were visibly surprised at the thickness and length of both.
           "My God, Lorrie," said the second woman, speaking with a noticeable French accent. "How in the world do you take anything so big? That thing in your ass is almost a telegraph pole," she said with a short laugh and a wink at the other attendant.
           "Planning and practice," Lorrie said seriously, wrapping the twin rubber dongs with a small towel and then putting them into a zip-lock bag, then packing up her ropes and hood.
           "May I see your hood?" Mavis asked.
           "Of course," said Lorrie, walking over to the blond and handing her the sweat-soaked, black leather, head enclosure.
           "This is Raymond's work, isn't it," Mavis said, carefully inspecting the complicated strap and zipper arrangement.
           "Yes. He does all of my gear. I find he is precise to the absurd degree, but I love everything he has made for me so far."
           "And pricey as well, correct?" asked Mavis, still handling the hood.
           "Oh yes, of course. He has no real sense of value and his partner, Damian, just sets whatever price he thinks I'll pay."
           "True, true," both attendants affirmed.
           "Well, friends, I'm off to a shower and then a real long soak in the sauna. Anyone interested?" Lorrie asked as she wrapped a cotton robe around herself.
           "I'll come," said Mavis quickly and they walked off together while the remaining woman smiled to herself, considering what might happen with three of them in the sauna and Lorrie still carrying a bag full of rope.

Chapter Two
    Calibria is an extremely attractive, active, young woman in her early twenties. She functioned as narrator for several meetings and provided a great deal of detail about her own and others' SB experiences.
     She demonstrates a broad range of knowledge and experiences with SB. Here, she sets up some sensible guidelines and talks about common errors, mistakes and how to avoid them.
    Of special interest is the discussion of bondage media and positions.
    Some of this information was distilled from other interviews as well
    Calibria - How I got started [ii]
           The easiest way to talk about tying yourself up, (easy for me anyway), is to relate how I first got into it. For my twentieth birthday, while I was still in college, an old friend sent me a heavy package with a long letter enclosed. She cautioned me to read the letter before examining the contents, but I went ahead, ripped open the package and was astonished to find a large collection of comics. This was a collection she began, she said, while she too was a university student. Her letter mentioned vaguely that there were few entertainments in those years…no TV, no internet, no U-Tube.
           There were many editions of comics with female heroes from an earlier time and I slowly read each one, marveling at the detailed and complicated plots. What I found most amusing was the amount of bondage in these books. Men and women were often quite graphically tied, gagged or chained and I found it surprisingly arousing. Back then, it was perhaps a short jump from reading comics to lying in bed at night, imagining myself in the situation of some woman, (or man), in the comics, bound to a tree by some evil criminal and left to suffer whatever additional perils the writer or comic artist and writer had in mind. Some of the books were hard bound, (no pun), editions with the entire history of the comic strip and the more I read the more I marveled at the freedom these graphic artists had in their day