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~It's late afternoon. I've been tied up to this coffee table since sometime this morning. I'm on my back, a small pillow under my head. My arms are above my head, and my wrists are bound to the table legs there. My butt is almost hanging off the other end of the table, my knees bent and ankles tied to the table. I feel so vulnerable in this position. There's a strip of black silk covering my eyes and a ring gag in my mouth. Once again Master has left me alone in the room. I can feel a breeze blow through the open screen door. That's one thing I've always hated. Master has this open door policy, which means during a session he leaves the large sliding glass door in the living room open. Anyone could see me, and anyone could walk in if they wanted to. The screen door is never locked...~