(Author's Note: I rated this PG-17 for Suggestive Dialogue, because while the meaning is completely innocent, the wording is terribly suggestive.)

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I always thought I was so self-sufficient, that I didn't need anyone. Not really. Oh, it was nice to have someone help me out of the cell, or the handcuffs, or the rope, but not really necessary. I thought.

I could go my own way. I didn't have to bend to anyone else's whims or schedule, didn't have to accept anyone else's opinions or views, didn't have to put up with anything I didn't want to, I was always free to leave.

It never occurred to me to be "caught." What fun was there in that? There was always a way out.

Until you.

I never had to chase my jailor before, to beg him to lock me up and throw away the key. Never had a desire to stay in one place for any length of time, there was always something else to see, somewhere else to go, other people to meet, other things to do.

I never knew.

And yet now, when all I want is to be locked up, tied up, and hogtied, all my jailor wants to do is set me free.

I've never yearned for "bondage" like I do now. I never understood how being so weak to someone else's strengths could be a good thing.

You once asked me, "You, me, handcuffs. Must it always end this way?"

Yes. Please.

Always.

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P.S. Don't show this note to Amy, she'll think it's terribly kinky.

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P.P.S. Don't show this note to Rory. He's got a sword!

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P.P.P.S. On second thought, don't you read this. Forget I said it, I'm closing the psychic paper now.

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Re: "Sweetie?"
Re:Re: ...
Re:Re:Re: "Shut up."
Re:Re:Re:Re: "Yes, Dear."

XOXO

"And look behind you."

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