Holiday Slavery

H O L I D A Y

B O N D A G E

Chapter 2: Objections and Acceptance.

What choice did I have? I knew that tone of voice, and nothing would change my Mistress' mind -- unless I said that I wanted to stop being her slave ... permanently!

I did consider that for a moment, but at the same time I was very curious about this place ... and when I really thought about it, I had always been able to trust her before. So I nodded and she removed the gag.

She told me a little about the island; it was privately owned (she said) but had about 5,000 people living on it, all of whom had formally agreed to the rules laid down by the owners. Slavery was permitted here but all the slaves, who had to be registered, could "opt out" if they wanted to. She had known about the island when she planned our holiday, and had decided to play the trick on me of bringing me blindfolded and naked into the immigration offices; but she hadn't known about the bond on visiting slaves!

"If I had known," she went on, "I'd have brought more money -- but I doubt if I would have guessed your value! Will you forgive me for leaving you to spend a night in that detention centre?"

I did forgive her, quite readily -- after all, I hadn't been hurt and it was too late to change things now. But when I began to ask for more details about what she was planning for us, she began to evade my questions or to answer with "Let's keep that a bit of a surprise, shall we? Trust me."

A little annoyed at her secretiveness, but without any real complaints at her treatment of me, I stopped asking questions. "OK then," she said brightly, "let's take a walk and see some of the sights... Oh by the way, you've probably guessed that slaves aren't expected to wear clothes at all here; in fact, we left all your clothes on the ship, so you'll be naked the whole week! Won't that be fun?"

This stunned me a little; it seemed to me that slavery being accepted was one thing -- and I didn't really mind being naked in front of one or two strangers, in private! -- but public nakedness was quite another! But I had no chance to protest as my Mistress led me (by a leash attached to the heavy padlock on my balls!) out of the room, along the corridor, through the foyer and into the street.

The sensation of my naked body being fully on display for all passers-by was quite new; the previous evening and earlier in the foyer I had been blind-folded, but now I could see people looking at me and I became quite embarrassed! Some stared openly, some grinned with great amusement at my discomfiture, but others hardly spared a glance at my nudity. Strangely, I was most upset by these casual looks, as if my body (stripped and on display at least partly against my will) was just part of the scenery and of no interest at all. I found myself almost involuntarily covering my cock and balls with my hands and keeping my eyes on the ground.

When my Mistress noticed this, she said sharply, "Stop that! Hands behind your back, please! You don't need to be ashamed of your body, slave." I obeyed (she had trained me well) but my reaction and her rebuke were repeated several times, and more than once I asked her to take me back to our hotel room. Not wanting to attract more attention to myself, I kept my voice low, but she chose to ignore me at first.

"All right," she said in a tone of exasperation after about an hour, "we'll go back to the room, but you might be sorry. I'm very disappointed in you!" We walked back quickly and in silence -- I was rehearsing what to say to her. I didn't want to use our 'opt-out' clause, but I was sure I could persuade her to keep our B&D activities private or in small groups of people.

I was wrong; she didn't even give me a chance to say what I'd been rehearsing! We had hardly crossed the threshold of our room before she had my wrists handcuffed behind me; and when I started to speak she snapped, "Not now! First I want you in a suitable pose!" Very soon she had me bent over the back of a chair with my ankles spread and my arms pulled up to a hook in the ceiling; then "Open up!" she ordered as she placed a large gag against my lips. Knowing she could force it in by pinching my nose, I obeyed and she went on "Good boy -- I don't want you to interrupt while I give you a little lecture. Later you'll have a chance to say what you want to say.

"Now," she continued when she had me fixed to her satisfaction, "I'm going to make four points, most of which you agreed to a long time ago ... and to help you remember I'll give you five strokes with a riding crop for each one. They'll also serve as punishment for your behaviour just now.

"First -- you agreed to be a humble obedient slave during the whole of what we call a 'session', and only afterwards would you complain of mistreatment or take the choice to opt out. I have decided (if it wasn't clear by what I said earlier) that this whole holiday is to be one 'session' ... which I don't think is unreasonable so long as I keep my side of our agreement." Here she paused --and I winced at the pain of five strokes of her crop across my upturned bum, delivered with (I thought) a little more energy than usual!

"Second," she continued, "I agreed not to injure you or even to take you past the threshhold at which discipline becomes real pain for you ... except, you may remember, by a small margin for purposes of punishment -- like NOW!" (The stroke that coincided with the last word certainly met that criterion, as did the four following, drawing grunts of pain through my gag.) .".. and you can't accuse me of breaking that agreement on this holiday."

After a moment she went on: "Third -- I promised not to expose you to situations where a charge of indecent behaviour might result. Perhaps it's this that's bothering you, in these unusual surroundings ... but I promise you, this ... is ... no ... problem ... here!" She punctuated the last five words with stinging blows of the crop across the backs of my thighs.

"Worst of all," now there was a note of real anger in her voice, "you made me look ridiculous today. After your behaviour with Mistress Anne I thought I could be proud of you, and of myself as a Mistress, in this community where Bondage and Slavery are taken for granted ... but you let me down, and that is UN-FOR-GIVE-A-BLE!" Once again the crop laced my bum and thighs in time with each syllable, as hard as any she had ever given me, if not harder.

Her tone changed to one of sadness. "One more thing: after all this time as my slave, I really thought you could trust me more and know that I wouldn't spring surprises unless I'm certain... no, no more strokes for this" (she must have noticed me tensing in expectation) .".. unless I'm certain that you'll enjoy this holiday if you give yourself a chance." Her hand slipped between my legs and fondled my cock, and she chuckled (with a definite undertone of "I told you so"!) when she found it almost hard ... as usual!

"Now, in spite of what I said about when this 'session' will end, I will give you a chance to opt out, but not immediately; I want you to think about it carefully for the rest of this afternoon. However, I don't intend to sit around here while you do..."

She went to the telephone and looked in the hotel directory; she started to dial a number, then checked herself and re-dialled with a grin in my direction, murmurung "That's an idea! ... Hello ... yes, this is room 64 ... I want to go out for a while and I have a slave I'd like taken care of ... yes, that's right ... in five minutes then ... thank you, goodbye.

"This could be fun," she smiled as she untied my ankles and released my wrists from the hook (but without unlocking the handcuffs). It wasn't hard to guess what she had in mind; she was going to leave me in the 'cells' that the receptionist had referred to this morning ... well, at least it would be reasonably private, I thought.

I was wrong -- again! When the lift door opened at the basement, we were greeted by a young man at a desk who asked my Mistress if he could help her. At her reply "Yes, I phoned a few minutes ago ... from room 64," he said "Ah yes of course, ma'am, we'll have you set up in just a minute ... slaves!" he called over his shoulder, "A slave for harnessing!"

Harnessing? What was going on here? I didn't have to wait long to find out -- two women appeared, young, attractive and stark naked except for ankle cuffs and chains between them, chorused "Yes, boss!" to the man, bobbed a curtsey to my Mistress, then each took one of my elbows in a firm grip. My Mistress and the young man sauntered behind as I was led through a door ... to be confronted by something very like a rickshaw! My surprise -- and sudden understanding -- must have shown on my gagged face, because the girls beside me giggled simultaneously.

It was like a rickshaw, only different, and I soon discovered the significance of the differences. The two naked slave-girls worked quickly and quietly at harnessing me to it, while the young man kept up a running commentary to my Mistress (and I found myself listening very hard!): "I suggest this type of carriage for the first time. It's very light and simple -- first we fit the collar" -- a wide padded collar, the front wider than the back -- "see how it keeps his head up nicely, makes him look much better, don't you think? Next we fasten the top of the draw-shaft to the back of the collar and fix these straps under his shoulders and on to the collar, to help keep the shaft along his back and draw his shoulders back well.

"Now we adjust the shaft down his back"; it was shaped to fit the curve of my spine, and the lower end was curved to fit snugly between the cheeks of my bum; the slave-girls fitting the harness to me also spent a moment to run their fingers (gently!) along the tender weals on my bum-cheeks. The young man went on: "... we fit this ring around the base of his cock ... and a handsome cock it is too!" -- giggles from the slave-girls, and I felt my prick swelling as their hands fondled it briefly while fitting the fairly tight ring -- "You'll find that the visitor-medallion will swing about very uncomfortably if you want him to gallop hard, so ... oh, you won't be doing that today? OK, otherwise we could fasten it up between his legs.

"Finally, his arms ... there are a number of ways to fix them, but if I may suggest? ... Thank you, ma'am. We fit this pole across the back of the collar, strap his wrists together there too, and then strap his elbows to to these loops at the ends of the pole. This keeps his arms nicely out of the way; see how his flanks, from his ribs to his knees, are available to use your switch on if you need to. And by fitting the reins to his elbows, you have a good deal of leverage for steering him.

"Well there you are, ma'am" -- he and my Mistress stood in front of me -- "this harness is very popular, because it makes him stand straight and it doesn't clutter up the front of his body with straps and things, so everybody can see what a fine animal he is! Although with due respect, ma'am, he could use some exercise to flatten this out a bit, don't you think?" -- he patted my slightly flabby belly and I involuntarily reacted by drawing it in as tightly as I could. "That's better," he grinned and gave my belly a playful slap, but hard enough to draw a grunt from me through my gag.

"Perhaps I better take this out," said my Mistress, reaching up and removing the plug fitted in the centre of my gag; I still couldn't talk, of course, but now I would be able to breathe a lot more easily. "Don't worry, slave," she smiled into my eyes encouragingly, "I won't drive you too hard this first time." I felt her clever hands reach down and give my cock and balls a gentle squeeze, and "Shall we go, then?" she suggested.

They moved behind me and, through the shaft at my back, I could feel my Mistress settle into the seat. Then she said, "OK Dobbin, off you go now --just walking at first until we get the hang of this"; and at the same time I felt the tickle of a switch on my ribs.

I really had very little choice. I didn't want to get my Mistress angry again, so I obediently started walking. Also (I have to admit) the feeling of being a sort of 'stable slave', a naked animal harnessed to draw my Mistress' carriage, was incredibly exciting ... and so deliciously humiliating! Using the reins attached to my elbows, my Mistress took a few turns around the stable yard, then she turned me through a gate and out onto a wide path.

"I'm going to be reasonably kind to you today," she said. "We'll avoid people as much as I can and concentrate on these trails to some of the scenic spots according to my map here. But we will meet a few people, and if it bothers you that's just too bad -- I'm hoping it will help if you're forced to stand straight and not be ashamed of your body. Now I won't talk too much, because you have a lot to think about."

For about two hours she drove me along these trails, through peaceful green woods and along rocky cliffs and among sandhills. The sun and the breeze felt great on my naked body and sometimes the picturesque surroundings made me almost forget my situation. But the tug of the draw-bar on my collar and cock always brought me back to what I was doing (the carriage was very light and well-balanced, but the cock-ring was attached through some sort of spring mechanism, which caused little rhythmic tugs unless I concentrated on walking very smoothly). However, I was able to think a good deal about what my Mistress had said earlier....

Not that she gave me complete peace for my thoughts! After walking for some distance at first, she occasionally made me speed up to a slow jog or even a sort of trot. She didn't speak, but just used the the switch on my exposed sides until I reached the speed she wanted. The heavy padlock on my balls did bounce about quite uncomfortably when I ran; I could believe the young man's comment that "galloping" would be impossible! Despite panting with the unaccustomed exertion, I was beginning to enjoy the exercise (as well as the air on my naked body!) more and more....

Several times my Mistress stopped me and got out of the carriage to walk along a narrow 'foot-path only' to some particular vantage point. Each time she tied the reins firmly to a 'hitching post' provided, but she always kept me in sight. And when she returned, she always spent a few moments standing in front of me, smiling into my eyes and stroking and patting my naked body just as if I were a horse. She also made a point of fondling my prick and showed pleasure (but no surprise at all) when she always found it erect or nearly so! She was clearly making some shrewd guesses at the results of my meditations....

We did encounter some other people, as she had expected; most of them didn't come very close, although once we had to go right by a small group of (obviously) tourists who stared in surprise and then hooted with laughter at my harnessed nakedness. But I was getting used to my public exposure and was able to ignore them.

We also met two or three other slaves harnessed to carriages. I thought I saw some female slaves some distance away, but the ones we met were all males drawing their Mistresses, who usually waved as we passed. One pulled up beside us as I was resting after a short trot, and the other Mistress started to chat with mine; after a while she asked my Mistress, "Do you mind if I stroke your slave? He's quite a handsome animal." "Be my guest," was the reply, and I actually felt some pride as the hands of a complete stranger ran up and down my naked sides, gently pinched my nipples and even stroked my rigid cock. I was beginning to enjoy this!....

We got back to the stables in the twilight; we had watched a glorious sunset across a bay -- my Mistress sitting on a bench, I standing quietly beside her, and her hands idly running over my bum and thighs and belly and cock. She had walked me back slowly and in silence, allowing me as much time as possible to make up my mind about what she'd said earlier.

Not that there was any need, in fact -- I had long since admitted to myself that she'd been quite right in every respect and that I could trust her to make this holiday enjoyable and exciting. Now I was simply rehearsing what I would say ... I wanted it to be as humble and submissive as possible, the way she likes it!

I wasn't given a chance to make my speech immediately we got back to our room; instead my Mistress made me kneel in front of her and she made a speech. "I was thinking on the way back this evening," she began, "I enjoyed myself so much this afternoon that I don't want to cut short my holiday, even if you do want to opt out. However, I promised that you could opt out this evening if you wish, so what I propose is this:

"If you do opt out, we will not go home immediately -- instead, you'll spend the rest of our visit in the cells, which won't expose you to the public at all (I'll even arrange 'solitary' for you if you wish). I know you enjoy being locked in a cell -- I've done it to you often enough -- and you might enjoy a week even more than just a day!

"Meanwhile," she continued, "I'll be able to enjoy my holiday in the way I had planned to do with you -- by hiring a slave, or two or three if I feel like it, which is easy to do here. If I get bored with them, I might come down to your cell and give you some attention, but you may be sure the attention will be uncomfortable for you -- nothing new, of course, because you'll want to avoid new experiences, but I'll give you bondage and discipline right up to your limits, all the time!

"Then again, I might not bother, and you'll spend the week looking at the four walls of your cell -- or perhaps I'll give the warders a list of your favourite bondage positions to relieve the boredom. Now I couldn't be fairer than that, could I? In any case," she gave me a sly grin, "we have to wait for the ship to come back to collect your things ... or would you prefer to go home on another ship as you are, naked, no money, nothing?"

She paused. "Now, in case this proposal affects the decision you made this afternoon (and if you found it hard to decide, I hope it helps), I'll give you another half hour or so to think it over. But there's no need for you to sit idle while you do ... pose!"

Almost automatically, I adopted the position specified by this code-word -- knees spread, hands clutching my ankles, my back arched forward and up and my head thrown back. After a moment my Mistress' hands came to the gag I still wore ... but not to remove it; instead she fastened to it her "dildo variation": a bulb went deep into my mouth through the hole, while from the other end protruded a large artificial prick made of firm but flexible rubber. Then she lifted her skirt, straddled my back-flung head and guided the dildo deep into her tight pussy; and as she allowed her skirt to fall again over my head, I began to move the dildo up and down, as I knew she expected.

Her last proposal had not changed my mind, obviously, so I was able to concentrate fully on giving my Mistress pleasure in this most humiliating of all ways. I found myself reciting my little speech, already worked out, in time with my thrusts of the dildo-gag in her moist cunt. Meanwhile she leaned forward and played with my arched naked body, pinching my nipples (hard!), scratching my taut belly and chest and handling my cock and balls quite roughly, as she usually did.

After a while, even in the darkness under her skirt, I became aware that her heart wasn't really in this; as willingly as I tried, my thrusts weren't building up her arousal at all. Abruptly, she stood up, gave me permission to sit more comfortably on my heels and sat down in an armchair directly in front of me.

"Your moment has come," she said seriously. "I'll remove the gag and I want you to tell me your decision. Take your time to get the stiffness out of your jaws, but when you speak, make it quite clear what you want ... and if you do want to opt out, I don't want a speech with your reasons or complaints -- just the words we agreed on so long ago."

By now my gag was out and she sat back, holding my eyes locked with hers. I waited a while, working my jaws until I was sure they would behave (I'd done this before!), then said carefully: "Ple... please, Mistress, I want to go on being your slave. I'm sorry I behaved so badly earlier, and thank you for punishing me and reminding me of our agreements, and I'll try very hard not to do it again."

My Mistress said nothing for a long long moment. She simply held my gaze, then at last asked quietly: "Are you absolutely certain?"

"Yes, Mistress," I replied firmly.

"No chance to opt out before the end of this holiday?"

"No, Mistress."

"I can do anything I want with you, within the terms of our agreement?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"And any repetition of your behaviour today will be punished in the same way, only perhaps more severely?"

"Yes, Mistress."

A pause, then, "Your very last chance to change your mind; do you want to?"

"No, Mistress."

"I'm so glad!" Her smile was brilliant! She leaned forward and hugged me, then planted a big kiss right on my mouth -- something she did very very rarely (after all, Mistresses don't normally kiss their slaves!). "I'm so glad that I'm going to give you a rest while I take a bath ... no, I insist, you relax here on my bed; there'll be plenty of chances for you to wait on me and I'm quite able to bathe myself -- after all, I was here last night on my own without a slave to serve me!"

It was pleasant, I must admit, to lie on the soft bed and let my tired muscles relax. But I couldn't help thinking over her last words; a small streak of jealousy made me glad that she hadn't used last night to 'sample' another slave, and this made me even happier in the decision I'd taken -- I wanted her to spend her time on me!

My Mistress took her time in the bath but at last she came out, looking fresh and wonderful in her light robe. "Your turn," she smiled at me, "I'm going to dress for dinner, but we're in no hurry so take your time and soak some of your aches away in a good hot tub" -- she aimed a gentle slap at the welts that were still fresh (and tender!) on my bum, then turned serious -- "but when you come out, be prepared to be my real slave again!"

When I did come out (after a long and very relaxing soak), my Mistress was dressed -- casually but very smartly. "OK slave," she said, "this will be a test for you. No shackles, no gag, no leash or anything ... but I expect you to be totally obedient. You will walk just behind me on my left; you will NOT cover your nakedness in any way -- hands at your sides or behind you, as you please; you will not say one word unless I give you permission; and I'll speak to you only when I have to, so you must watch me carefully for any signals I may make with my hands. I may even ignore you for periods of time, but I'll expect you to be exactly where I last put you. Right, let's go!"

She opened the door and stepped out into the corridor, then waited a moment for me to close the door before she moved away. I followed her instructions very carefully -- this time I really wanted her to be proud of me -- and all the way to the dining room she never once glanced at me to check. She was trusting me to obey her, just as she expected me to trust her.

This made me very happy and even more determined to please her. And now I really began to get excited by my public nudity -- my cock was hard from the first moment and I found it easy to walk proudly, chest out and stomach in, to display my body to its best advantage.

We reached the dining room and my Mistress was shown to a table by a black male slave wearing a white bow tie but no shirt and a short white jacket but no trousers! As she sat down she signed for me to stand on a low platform beside the table, then made me kneel.

Without even looking at me, she murmured, "I asked specially for a table where you could be easily seen -- to let you get used to the feeling. Now -- stand and pose!" I obeyed (standing with feet a little apart, hands clasped behind my neck, chest out and shoulders back, stomach in and buttocks clenched to thrust my hips forward) and looked around.

The dining room was on a level raised a few feet above that of the foyer, which I was now facing. Everybody who passed through could see my naked body quite clearly and, as I'd noticed earlier, the reactions ranged from amazed stares to almost complete unconcern. And now that I was less concerned about my own exposure, I became more aware that of course I was far from the only naked body on display; slaves of both sexes were following or being led by their Mistresses or Masters (some even by other slaves!) and all were stark naked or nearly so, except for a great variety of shackles, from none at all to very thick cuffs and heavy chains.

Suddenly my platform moved! I glanced down, breaking my pose slightly, but my Mistress caught my eye with a sharp look and a quick grin, and I realised that she could turn it with her foot! Finding myself facing a window beyond which vague shapes moved in the darkness, it was a moment before I understood -- the other side of the window was the street, and I had no doubt that, with the brighter lights inside, the people out there could see me quite clearly!

I admit I flinched a bit at this point, but I managed to hold my pose; and my Mistress must have been watching, I think, because after about 30 seconds she spun me round to face her, caught my eye, held it ... and winked! Just then the waiter arrived to take her order, but I didn't mind that her attention was distracted -- I felt great, because I knew she was wanting me to make a success of this.

And a moment later I felt even better -- the waiter, after taking her order, said, "Thank you ma'am ... and if I may say so, ma'am, you have a good slave there, behaving himself so well without any shackles or anything!" My Mistress acknowledged this with a curt, "Thank you, slave," and another wink for me, and I couldn't help smiling at him for his compliment.

Dinner was a novel and interesting experience for me. When the food was brought my Mistress made me kneel so that I could eat too. She had ordered dishes in which the food was in fork-sized pieces, like meat-balls, so that she could make me beg as she held a forkful up for me; as for wine, I had to sip it out of a bowl on the edge of the table -- my hands might as well have been tied behind my back. Between courses, she mostly had me stand on my platform "so that people can see you!"; and for a while she even made me bend over with my back to my 'audience' while she gently traced the weals on my bum and thighs with a fingernail.

The food was delicious, and she fed me enough and not too much; but when dessert arrived, with coffee, she made no attempt to give me any at all. Instead she enjoyed the creamy mousse herself, licking it very slowly from the spoon with sensual sweeps of her long tongue! The hint was subtle but quite clear, even though she didn't once look at me while she ate it and sipped her coffee -- but she did have one hand almost constantly on my cock, and she could easily read my reactions by its state ... rock-hard, of course!

That state didn't change a bit when I followed her out of the restaurant after the meal! I found myself wanting to hurry and had to make an extra effort to keep to my place behind her as she deliberately sauntered slowly back to our room -- again never even sparing me a glance -- where she stood aside and waited for me to open the door for her. Once inside, she looked at me with the slightest of smiles at the corners of her mouth and said: "Well that was a very good meal. Now, would like your dessert, slave?" Her mouth twitched at my eager, "Oh yes please, Mistress!" but she kept herself under tight control and replied lightly, "OK but, even though your hands have behaved themselves very well this evening, I do like them kept out of the way for this dish. Turn around!"

I obeyed, and she quickly tied my wrists tightly palm-to-palm and added a wide strap around my elbows. Motioning me to my knees at the foot of the bed, she literally threw off her clothes to bare her lovely slim body and stretched out sensuously on the bed.

A moment later my mouth was buried deep in her lush pussy, already wet with her juices, and her self-controlled mask vanished abruptly! She moaned and cried "Yes, there!" and "Suck me, slave!" among other things as I helped her to one of the quickest orgasms she'd ever had with me.

Two climaxes later she pushed my head from between her smooth thighs and smiled weakly at me: "That was some dessert, wasn't it? I'm sure it tasted even better than the one in the restaurant, eh?" Then more seriously, "I'm very pleased with your behaviour tonight, and I'm proud of you ... and as a reward you have permission to bring yourself off ... oh, that's right, your hands are tied ... now where's my bag of tricks?"

She dug into her case of bondage (and other!) gear and brought out the gadget she had invented for just this purpose -- a thick rubber sleeve that she fitted over my rigid prick, attached to a flexible rod and a tube and bulb which she passed through my crotch and placed in my hands. She made me kneel on the bed between her outflung legs so she could watch as I used the bulb to inflate the sleeve (squeezing my cock) and the rod to move it back and forth.

Her hands roved caressingly over her lush curves and her fingers toyed with the dark nipples on her firm breasts as she watched my cock gradually getting harder and my breath coming quicker. I knew she loved this -- and of course I loved it too, it's all too rarely that she allows it! -- and I tried to draw it out as long as I could, but I was so excited that I came within five minutes. My purple cock spurted its load over her lovely body and, as soon as it had stopped jerking, she reached up, removed its sleeve and proceeded to 'milk' it (quite severely!) onto her belly until it was dry.

This is something of a ritual between us and I needed no directions on what to do next -- I bent over her naked body and began to clean it with my tongue, starting at the blobs that had landed highest, on her gorgeous breasts. As I worked my way down her chest and belly, licking up my own come and swallowing it, her breath quickened and she began to writhe gently ... until I licked up the last from just above her luxurious thatch of pussy hair, and she clutched my hair in both hands and forced my mouth down to her clit again.

She had two more climaxes in quick succession before she pushed me away again and said wearily, "That was wonderful, slave ... here, turn around so that I can untie your arms ... there ... now let's go to sleep, but first I want you to put one ankle into that shackle by your bed and close it ... good boy ... now sleep tight ..." and she switched out the light.

What she called my 'bed' was little more than than a thinly padded pallet at the foot of her deeply upholstered bed, but I didn't care; I was a happy and contented slave, and almost immediately fell into a dreamless sleep.

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