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My "studio" is what previously was the bedroom in my single-bedroom apartment.
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\ To make a long story short, what I do is Truman show, except with less
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\ product placement and more ladies, erotically bound in different ways.
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\ The cameras are always on and the video feed doesn't stop.
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"Let's start with the gag, I want to make sure you can drink."
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The gag is a hybrid bit-ball on a harness with safety holes in it. While I was
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\ putting it on, Liz emptied several bottles of yoghurt into a bucket so
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\ I could try drinking it. Not the most convenient way, but apparently possible.
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"Now the main course. Get youself plugged."
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Ah, but indeed, plugged I got, in short order. Basically what we have is
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\ a one-piece harness with pony hooves and an armbinder, crowned with two halves
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\ of a collar. The whole thing is a single plastic print so once the collar
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\ is glued together everything becomes right and tight, and it locks the gag
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\ as well. No keys, no escape, very exciting for the audience. Actually, not only
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\ for the audience, but come on, we are professionals here. Moving on.
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"You know what we always need more? METAL!"
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Metal came along as an additional heavy steel shackle over the armbinder as well
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\ as leg irons with a short chain.
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"Well, I'm off. Have fun."
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Oooooh yeah, [[fun time!|next]]
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