My Story

Submitted by: R

Hey Altairboy!

I'm glad to see your site's back. I've been reading it for a long time but this is the first time I've written in because this is the first time I've had any really notable experiences to contribute. I thought you might enjoy sharing the story of what I'm going through with my first long-term chastity experience. Those people who know us probably won't have trouble identifying us, but for everyone else out there, I'm altering names by request to just an initial for some privacy.

A little background first; I don't know exactly where my interest in chastity and denial came from, there were a couple of early influences but the first time I really got turned on by the idea was when I came across a Centurians magazine "Slave Piercing #6". Those stories and those devices were a big part of my fantasy life from an early age. I bought some early devices-none worked very well and I pored over the more serious items like the Tollyboy catalog and later website, as well as the many followers but never had the money or nerve to buy one. Plus, I always thought they were too cumbersome for me to use practically. I bought a Remy when it came out and a KTB too, all had drawbacks and weren't escape-proof, which was very disappointing. Then Lori's devices came out and I was thrilled. They were much like the original piercing devices I had started on but better design, lockable and yet removable! I bought a #11 and did the frenum piercing. I finally had a secure device, but it wasn't perfect due to the padlock weight pulling on the piercing. Despite this it was still my main device. I never was impressed with the CB2k, because it was plastic and I wanted the security of steel (I'm handy enough to break out of any device without too much effort but the metal piercing devices call for much more caution and work so it's secure enough to call inescapable) & I did get a Gerecke Shut when that came out (also secure and a great way to rest the piercing by alternating the two).

So, though I have all these devices I never really had someone to play with them with. I would visit prodommes and actually had quite a few nice T&D sessions with some of them. Others didn't work out so well. See, although I was heavily into the tease and denial and sensation play as well as really enjoying intense, prolonged bondage, I was never really into the rest of the S&M; well, maybe mild to moderate CBT and more intense NT were good, especially when mixed in with the teasing; but all the other corporal play I found impossible to process enjoyably and the Mistress/slave roleplay just sort of made me feel ridiculous. I learned to eroticize electrical play-mostly as a form of CBT, and ice and heat but my pain tolerance was never very high so I sought out mistresses who offered "sensual" sessions mostly but these were only reasonably successful. Some I just couldn't convince that it was "ok" to NOT orgasm at the end of the session. Others were more understanding and I would go see them regularly-at least until they'd quit working. A select few I had enough rapport with that I'd give them my chastity keys to hold between sessions as we'd do "chastity training" where I might go the period between two or three sessions without being allowed out of my device. Though these were hot in their way they also were lacking in one respect; while it was exciting and erotic during the session and the buzz would last a day or two after, once that high faded it just became a period of waiting until the next session or until the mistress mailed my keys back. The eroticism of being teased and frustrated wasn't as intense in being chastised alone. I lacked having someone there who could get me hot and frustrated all the time so that I really felt under the control of another-it was, well, boring just being locked up with no other contact. I wound up focusing on the discomfort and irritation as well as the temptation to break open the emergency keys and relieve my monotony. Because I couldn't afford to visit my mistresses more frequently than 3-6 weeks apart I couldn't really surrender to their control and also found myself losing interest in sex rather that getting more turned on during the longer periods. It was embarrassing to go a long period of denial (a month) and then have trouble getting hard when unlocked. I found out this was partly due to a decrease in hormones caused by sexual inactivity and also because my main relief in being unlocked after a long time was just in being free and not confined. No matter which device I tried, after a week or so, it just became consciously uncomfortable until I could get free and let my body recover.

Okay, back on topic. I went on like this for 4-5 years through about a dozen prodommes. In the process, I got to know some of the dommes on a nonprofessional basis. Sometimes I'd run into them at a club or party where'd they be doing the circuit making appearances and we'd end up at a table talking about really ordinary stuff. After awhile, I actually got invited to some of their after hours socials where a bunch folks including some dommes would end up at IHOP or someplace afterwards continuing to BS until dawn. It was at one of these where I met J_______.

She was a fairly new pro, working at one of the big establishments for a couple of months, I learned. I hadn't yet seen her, though I'd been in her establishment maybe twice during that time. One of the dommes in the group who I had scened with in the past introduced us, and that was our first meeting. I remembered her especially because she was just the type I've always been a sucker for; nice legs, petite, athletic body and medium-long red hair and not a whole bunch of tattoos or piercings, but we didn't really talk until much later.

Anyway, I think it was the fourth time we'd bumped into each other at one of these things and the discussion that evening turned to roommates and J______ was going on about the awful person she was staying with and how she absolutely wanted to move but at the time it was all she could afford, being a student full-time and domme part time, at least until business picked up and she could afford something elsewhere. That got my mind working and as we were all starting to leave I went up to her and asked her if we could talk-that I might have a solution to her housing problem. I could tell she was VERY skeptical, but she was nice enough to agree to meet with me for coffee the next afternoon and we got together where I laid out my proposal. See, I have a decently sizable place, at least for the area, and actually manage to have it at an affordable rate. It's two bedrooms, two baths, a kitchen you can actually move around in, and a small dining area adjoining a common room. One of the bedrooms is smaller than the other because someone in the past remodeled the place to make the other bedroom's bathroom and closet decently sized. A few times I had rented out the second bedroom to bring in enough money that I could afford an extra session beyond the every month-six weeks I otherwise could barely manage, however, I hadn't liked the limitations on my living situation by having a stranger in my home, so currently the second room was being underused as a study with a desk and my computer plus some books piled up.

What I proposed was basically a barter arrangement. If she would come and stay at my place I would let her have the larger bedroom with private bath for her own. We'd split food costs, I covered the utilities and in lieu of her paying me rent I'd trade living space for her assisting me with living out my deepest fantasy; basically a play for space deal. I went over my kinks and interests and background and what I was looking for and she asked a bunch of questions. I offered for her to check with the other dommes we'd been hanging out with to see that I wasn't some dangerous nutcase rapist stalker and she said she would. We parted cordially and I figured that was the end of it, she was going to blow me off. About two weeks later though, she called and said she had been thinking about it and wanted to come over and talk some more (I think she just got totally fed up with the roommate, but I don't mind!). She came by in the afternoon and I showed her around. We talked about the arrangements I wanted. She wanted to go over ground rules. I think she was concerned that I was expecting sex, but we laid out basic ground rules and as it became clearer just what I wanted her to do, that became obviously irrelevant. After a couple of hours we had a handshake deal. That night I wrote it all up, which we both agreed would be useful so that everything was clearly understood (though I would not consider what we did to be anything like a "slave contract" or anything so silly) and within the week she had moved in. (As I'm writing this, she says that my having AC and it being summer was a big plus too!)

So, beginning last July she began living at my place. We'd agreed to try out our arrangements for six months, one semester, to see how they'd work. This was the arrangement: (yes, I know, finally!)

While she stayed with me, she would hold the keys to my chastity devices, which I was to wear at all times during the day. At night, she would come into my room where I would sleep cuffed spread-eagle to the four corners of the twin bed I bought. Once I was secured, she would remove the chastity device, check to make sure all was well, and tease me to near orgasm. About three times a week, she would bring me to orgasm as well. Once this was done, she'd leave and I'd remain bound this way until morning when she would come in, reinstall the chastity device and release me from my restraints. I would not have any contact with my penis unlocked or ability to pleasure myself for six months. We also figured that we'd have lots of details to work out so, as I said, this wasn't really a contract but an agreement and we included the option of talking out changes as we felt they were needed, provided both parties agreed- otherwise this was going to be my living condition for the rest of 2005.

The first days went ok, if a bit tentative; we did make numerous modifications as realities came up-at first she needed a lot of guidance/practice on removing the chastity and inserting a barbell to keep the piercing from closing at night so I wasn't totally bound the first few days. Once she mastered that, we added a blindfold to the bondage so from early on I never got to see my member outside of chastity. It also made the teasing more erotic picturing what she was doing and not seeing her while she did it. Quickly I learned that my shoulders would get fatigued sleeping in overhead position every night, this was solved by the acquisition of a set of hospital-style restraints; ankle strap with cuffs, waist band with wrist cuffs and a chest band. The addition of thigh cuffs and a head restraint meant that I was quite immobile during the teasing sessions, which seemed to make them even more exciting. Still, there were nights where she wasn't in until late or the time I had allergies where being bound was impractical and could be dangerous so we quickly determined that if she wasn't home or if I didn't want to sleep in bondage or if I had to be up very early the next day for some reason, then I could sleep untied at the cost of having to wear my chastity device for the night with no teasing session and no chance of orgasm. Though I've done this many times, it still tends to wake me up in the night with nocturnal erections in the tight tube, so I greatly prefer sleeping bound and unlocked.

Another early addition to our arrangement was the use of a pumping device. I'd been playing around with a pumping cylinder since a domme had used one on me during a session. I found I really enjoyed the sensation as my cock was sucked to rock-harness and that the erection lasted for as long as the device remained in place-a big turn on to go between not being able to have a hard-on and not being able to stop having one! On nights where I was teased without orgasm, she would finish by slipping the vacuum cylinder over my cock and pumping until I was throbbing, achingly hard. Then I'd spend the night that way. Sometimes I'd have the wildest dreams too and since I was bound, the cylinder would remain undisturbed until morning. When it was removed I'd usually go limp, probably out of exhaustion as much as anything, making it easy to reinstall the chastity device; if not, then we found cold packs always work. More about the vacuum play later though.

So this is pretty much how the first month unfolded, us getting settled into our routine and getting comfortable with each other. Initially I was having an orgasm about every other night, about 3 a week I think. She was learning to read my physical reactions to tell when I was right on the edge and what my buttons were that she could push me right to the edge on the nights where I didn't come. A lot of the teasing she did was with her hands at first, though sometimes she'd use toys like vibrators or fur. She was good at talking dirty too, as she learned what things she could say or what tone would really get to me. My orgasms were typically either induced by electric vibrator (battery ones were used for less intense teasing stimulation) or she would use her hand and a lot of lube to slowly, maddeningly jack me off. More recently, she's incorporated a little oral teasing, some tonguing or taking my entire member in her hot mouth just for a moment before condemning me to a frustrating night. (Another plus of our arrangement - in a pro session I could never hope for such intimate contact!) I'd say a teasing session would last from 15-45 minutes and release sessions 10-30, depending upon how horny I was. Sometimes it was extremely erotic, other times almost businesslike as she'd make me converse on mundane conversation topics while driving me over the edge. The stimulation would only last while I was able to hold up my end of conversation-if I lost focus she'd end the session whether I had come or not. *(Those are some of my favorite sessions too! ? J)* When I wasn't tied up we interacted pretty much normally for roommates. We liked the same foods, so I ended up cooking about a third of the time and she'd do about a quarter. The rest of the time we were on different schedules and looked after ourselves or ate out. After the first couple of weeks we settled in and things went pretty well. I think as she became more comfortable with her role, she began to mix things up a little. The little mind games like the conversation game was one example. Next, she started making my orgasms more random, to the point that I wouldn't always know when I was being tied up whether I was going to get a release or not that night. She changed things more by sometimes delaying my orgasm until morning, so my cock was swollen and tender from being in the vacuum cylinder all night. A few times when I was going to bed wearing my chastity for some reason she'd say something like "too bad, I was going to let you come today," which may or may not have been true, but was evil, nonetheless. And at my request we started experimenting with gags; at first she'd just stick one in my mouth without fastening it so I could spit it out if I needed to in the night. Once I was able to keep a gag in through the night a couple of times, she started to buckle it on so I couldn't expel it. The addition of an intercom monitor meant that I could still make noise to get help if something happened in the night and I needed to be ungagged. Nowadays, I'm gagged about 80% of the time I sleep tied up and am gagged almost always for a teasing/orgasm session, even if she removes it before leaving me for the night. One other problem, staying comfortable, we handled in the winter by keeping my room a little cool and using an electric blanket with the control mounted near my hand so I could adjust it as needed. By carefully cutting a hole between the wires in the middle, we were able to poke the vacuum cylinder up through the blanket so it wasn't in the way.

A lot of these solutions were things we worked out together, others were things that I dreamt up that I probably shouldn't have. Like the vacuum pump; the cylinder was manually pumped at first, but had a tendency to lose pressure through the night sometimes; no matter how closely I'd try to remove my pubic hair to get a good seal. I came up with the idea of using an automatic pump with pressure switch so that the pressure would remain at the level it was set throughout the night. If air leaked in, then the pump would kick on for a bit until the vacuum dropped to the right level again. I'm currently working on a new model controller that would be programmable so that one pressure could be set in the evening and then it could be programmed to change through the night; maybe oscillate between high and low all night long or just stay low and get really high just before waking up or whatever you wanted. This was based off an idea I got from the story *Hired Help*, but I'm a novice with electronics so it's still in development.

Some things were ideas that I started but J____ ran with (she's pretty creative too!) For example, I had suggested adding to my sensory deprivation by use of earplugs sometimes (I'm always hooded or blindfolded when bound now and usually gagged as well) but she came up with the sadistic twist of using earbuds instead. So, instead of just being cut off from sounds, she might play white noise to insure that I can't hear what's happening (she's done that sometimes when she's had company over, more about that in a bit) or for a cruel experience, she'd hook it up to our computer network where there were hundreds of sound clips she could play for me. I might get music she knew I hated (rarely, whew!) but the worst were the erotic clips either of sex sounds or porn clips or just sound files she made of her doing her erotic, dirty talk. Since our systems were on a home network, she could create playlists and audio files and crossload them to my computer or control what I listened to all night. Some nights I've spent aving pretty wild dreams while her sexy voice whispered vile ideas in my head. Other times I've just steamed while endless loops of the sounds of a woman in ecstasy moaned into my horny ears all night. She's told me that some of those sounds are of her, which makes the whole thing even hotter, if that's possible.

I do spend a lot of time fantasizing about J______, in part because I'm always trying to imagine what she looks like naked. It sounds odd, I'm sure, but I've never seen her in less that some Lycra bike shorts and exercise tank around the house and when she's dressed up for clubbing; leather hot pants and halter top, so I've got an active fantasy imagination picturing her naked. I know she's been naked around me, she just doesn't let me see her. She says she likes the unequal positions that she's seen all of me and I have to just imagine her and that the mystery keeps me interested. Sometimes she flaunts it to me, like one time I was bound, blindfolded and being teased. She got me to the brink and stopped and placed the vacuum tube over my penis. Once it was set, I felt her sit back in the chair kept in my room so she can sit by the bed for my sessions and put her ankles on my thighs and chest. As I lay there trying to figure out what was going on as her heels moved around a bit and occasionally dug in to me, I eventually realized that she was masturbating right next to me! This was totally hot and incredibly frustrating and my cock seemed to get even harder, as impossible as it seemed. It went on for what seemed like forever before the spasms of her feet flexing signaled her climax. She put her feet down and I wondered what was going to happen next. What did happen was I felt something being pulled over my head and the texture of lace on my cheeks. She had pulled her panties over my head and positioned the damp crotch right over my nose so I spent that whole night inhaling her scent. When I was released in the morning she asked if I'd enjoyed my sleep. I said yes, of course, and she said that was good because that was probably as close to her pussy as I'd ever get. She's repeated the experience a few times since, either masturbating over me or just putting a fragrant pair of her panties on my head for the night but that first pair has been permanently mounted on the wall over my bed; pair of lovely white lace boy short panties that are more precious to me than gold.

One of the problems that cropped up in the early months had to do with my Lori's tube and the vacuum pumping. I'd pumped before but never so regularly and the original intent of the device was, after all, enlargement so in September it became evidently difficult to get the tube on and off and it was much more uncomfortable to wear. It had always been a bit loose before ? no longer! We started just using the Gerecke but the ring that holds it on always squishes my testicles, which is why I never used it exclusively. I was worried that we might have to end my experiment soon after it began but J______ saved the day! She asked me for all the info on the Lori tube so I gave her the website. Then she told me that she wanted to buy a new device that fit me better but that SHE owned. To me, this was wild! She took all the measurements and sent off for a new device sometime in October. She was having the device sent to her someplace else to make sure, as she put it, that she was the only person in the whole world who had keys to it. The new tube was much like my old one, just larger in diameter and a bit longer and with the new locking system. I don't know when it actually arrived but when she returned from spending Christmas with her family is when I finally got it. It was the 28th of December and I'd been locked in the Gerecke for 5 days straight while she was gone to her family's ? the longest I'd yet gone either in the device or locked at one stretch since J_____ had moved in ? and I was hurting and ready to get unlocked. At bedtime, she came in and fastened me to the bed but didn't cuff my hands. She also left the blindfold off and then she unlocked the chastity. This was the first time in about five months that I'd seen my cock without it being encased in steel and I was actually surprised at how large it did seem to have become. It was somewhat tender too, from being locked for such a long time. J______ gave me a bottle of lube and told me that my Christmas present was to be able to play with myself until morning. Then she planted a kiss on my forehead and left, turning out the lights. I got off twice before falling asleep and then managed once more in the morning before she came back in. Then J_____ pulled out the new Lori's tube from a box with a flourish and put it on. It felt great, just right so I know she measured carefully. Once it was locked she admired her new toy and left the room to stash the keys. When that was done she released me. She kept checking it a lot the next couple of days to make sure it was fitting well, but there were really no problems. On New Year's Eve we were staying in to avoid the crowds out partying and once she'd tied and blindfolded me and removed the device and started stroking me she said that she wanted to change some of our rules.

We'd long since decided to extend our arrangement another six months. I was interested because aside from making things more random, not much in our arrangement had changed in the last couple of months so I was curious what she had in mind. She said that now that she owned the chastity device she felt it was more appropriate it she was the determiner of when it came off for pleasure and when it didn't. This sounded pretty hot, remember, she's doing this while slowly masturbating me with one hand and playing with my nipples with the other. She does this thing with her thumb, rubbing it in circles under my glans, that drives me nuts and she was doing that as she told me that if I agreed, then from now on I would be allowed orgasms when she decided. I'd still be let out regularly, but just for teasing unless she decided otherwise. And also, she wouldn't unlock me at night if I didn't behave or was otherwise unpleasant. I didn't know about this but that hand was killing me so of course I agreed and she quickly brought me to a powerful climax. After she cleaned me up she gave me another kiss on the forehead and said "I hope you enjoyed that one, it may have to last you awhile." I didn't get a chance to ask her what she meant before she gagged me and left me for the night but the next morning it was the first thing I asked when she unlocked my restraints.

She said that since it was the beginning of a new year and now that I was wearing HER chastity device and we were starting a new living term with the new deal from the previous night that she wanted to start off right by seeing just how far I could go, and wouldn't say anything more than that. I didn't find out until a couple of days went by and I hadn't yet orgasmed what she meant. After a week without release I got a bit grouchy, I suppose and asked when I was going to come. Her answer, "sometime", wasn't very helpful so then I started demanding she let me come, bad move. For my trouble I got to spend two days straight without her removing the tube. Once I apologized she said again that she wanted to see just how far I could go and that this was all within our agreement and if I wanted to end it then that was fine with her, I could just wear the tube for the next six months until she moved out and not get any teasing or orgasm until then. I did a lot more apologizing and she finally said that she just planned to go the whole month denying me orgasm but teasing me to see what developed. I'd gone as long as this before, without the teasing, so I gritted my teeth and accepted that I'd gotten myself into this pickle.

So, I went without orgasm the whole month of January while she really seemed to step up the teasing and denial. This was when the use of erotic sound clips at night got started and she also started making me watch lots of erotic videos with her that month just to rub it in. Aside from watching movies together, she also started giving me "porn assignments" to do on my own. Our computers were networked together and we'd set up one of those computer-use monitoring programs with her as the administrator. With this package, she could tell what websites I visited as well as how long I spent there. She could even watch a Quicktime movie of my internet activity at high speed to see what I was doing online, using this she soon had me spend some time each week watching femdom movies or downloading the kind of pictures she knew turned me on; just to make me even more frustrated. Then at night, weekends only, thank goodness! I'd have to listen to the audio porn through earphones which kept me up for hours squirming while I felt like I had the worst case of blue balls ever.

Actually, I spent a total of 32 days straight without release. I was completely ready on February 1st for an explosive release but late in the evening J______ called to say that she was staying over at a friend's place for the night and so I'd have to spend one more night in my tube; also that she had the keys with her so just in case I was tempted to go hunting for them in her room it wouldn't do any good. I was screwed! The next night I finally got to come. Relief? Not quite. Once the restraints were on and the chastity removed I felt her putting something else on my penis. It was my KTB! She locked it on and started using the vibrator on my shaft just below the glans! Now I used to be able to wear this while flaccid without too much discomfort; but my cock had gotten somewhat thicker lately with the pumping and she was applying a powerful vibrator to my shaft which was making me hard and quickly making the KTB excruciating! I was torn between heaven and hell; the orgasm I'd waited for so long, but as I got closer the stabs of pain from the KTB made me want to stop. There wasn't anything I could do, however. I was securely bound and gagged and the powerful vibe was bringing me closer to the edge all the time. Finally, I felt the inevitable building and the spasms began. It was ten time worse than before! Each contraction caused my cock to swell and the spikes dug in. I think my orgasm lasted twice as long as ever as well, the spasms seemed to go on forever. By the time the last pulse of come pumped out of my cock I had tears coming out of my eyes and was moaning in the gag pleading for her to unlock the damn device! J _____ removed the KTB and cleaned me up. I must have had puncture marks because she put some sort of antiseptic on my shaft which burned a lot. J_____ said that she'd tacked on the extra day partly as punishment for my bad behavior earlier in the month but mostly to emphasize that my orgasms were determined by her schedule now, not by mine or a calendar and that was what I had agreed to so now I had to live by it. The KTB was just a bonus punishment for her pleasure and also to emphasize that she controlled not only when but how I got to come now. She also pointed out that it had been my fantasy to give up this kind of control, as I'd told her many times, which I had to concede, though I pointed out that the fantasy was a lot hotter when I was jerking off to it than actually living through it. That got her to laugh and we were okay again. She reminded me that I had shown her the story (*Strict Susan)* that had given her the idea to do this trick (another example of my opening my mouth and getting my butt in trouble). She told me later that she didn't expect me to go that long locked all the time. She just had wanted to see if she could do it to me if she wanted or needed to; also that it had really turned her on the whole month, getting off while thinking of me going without any relief.

As I said earlier, at the beginning I was having an orgasm about every other day. By December our pattern was more erratic but I probably averaged 2-3 orgasms a week. January was a completely dry spell; I got to make up for it somewhat over the next few weeks, probably 2-4 times a week then. In case you're curious I run between 1-3 orgasms every two weeks as of now, five months into our second agreement. The longest I have gone without an orgasm, excluding the 32 days of January, is twelve days. The shortest time is about ten hours, once at night and again in the morning. Every 5-6 days is most common. We also don't do the teasing as much anymore. I'm probably teased and denied 4 nights a week, weekend nights usually and the rest weekdays. The other nights I spend either locked up or tied up but without any teasing. I don't mind her cutting back on the teasing, especially as I'm not getting to come quite as regularly, just so long as it doesn't disappear entirely from our routine. I also get the "KTB O" treatment about once a month. J____ says it's retribution for her PMS, but she's mostly kidding, I think.

We go out to the kinky events together often and most of our friends are aware of our "situation", the women especially seem to enjoy making the most of it. We've already talked and agreed to continue our agreement for another year, while J_____ finishes school. She continues to work as a pro, part of why she wants me to remove our names though it's at her urging that I'm putting all this down. She works about three days a week and puts nearly all the money back because her expenses are minimal ( *Shoes! Must have more shoes! ? J*) Yeah, she's buying all the shoes in town, lol. I don't know what's going to happen after she graduates. She doesn't know if she'll stay here or move elsewhere or if she'll continue to work as a pro or not. I guess we'll take it as it comes. She's joking now, saying that if she leaves town then she'll auction off the keys to my chastity as the best housing bargain in town. I don't know about that. (*But am I kidding? :)? J*)

Otherwise, we're not involved other than our roommate arrangement. Which reminds me, I did say earlier I would talk about J____'s friends. Real quickly then, before I wrap up this tale which has gone on too long already. Though I've obviously been monogamous the past ten plus months, I know that she's been out several times. I don't know anything about her friends truthfully, she'll just say she's going out to a friend's or over for the night; I don't have any idea if they're friend friends or dating friends or men or women or what, she just won't give me a clue. Says it's more of that mystique that drives me crazy. I'm pretty sure she's had people over for the night as well as the evening too; sometimes I think I can hear several voices after she's tied me up for the night or there'll be several glasses in the sink in the morning, but basically I'm hopelessly clueless and desperately jealous. The biggest thing I've had to try and overcome the past year hasn't been the orgasm deprivation as much as dealing with jealousy which is silly because it's not like she's cheating on me we just don't have that relationship (Though, it might be nice?.hint, hint!). But, basically we have a roommate situation that works as well as any I've ever had and I'm enjoying this opportunity to live out a fantasy I've cultivated for over ten years. How many people get to say that?

R_______

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