Teacher Tie up

Postby barefootboy » Wed Nov 04, 2009 11:36 am

Some Months ago another Tugger started a post about being tied up with his teacher. It was not finished so here is my fctional take on the story. A slightly different theme to it. Remember if anything seems too unbelievable it is all fiction:

TEACHER

I stared into the beautiful brown eyes of Miss Wood. They stared back at me over the top of a large red ball gag which stretched her beautiful lips. Her hair, rather matted, fell briefly over one eye as she struggled but a quick spin of her head shook it clear. She was sitting opposite me, her hands tied behind her back and to the chair she was sat on. To heighten matters more she was wearing only her black bra and black lacey knickers. Her bare feet were resting on my thighs, her right heel resting more specifically on my crotch and rubbing as she struggled with her ankles bound. I could see her lightly tanned legs and feet, her bright red polished nails jiggling about in front of me but I was unable to touch. I was in no better position than her. Wearing only a pair of football shorts, my hands were tied behind my back to the chair I was sitting on, a black ball gag filling my mouth. Like Miss Wood, I too had ropes around my chest, although had no breasts to separate the turns, which bound my arms to my body and my body to the chair, cinched between arms and body to prevent it slipping up and over my head. Our legs had been tied intricately together; each of our right legs sat between the other’s legs. Our ankles were bound together and our bare feet rested in each others’ laps. Our four knees were tied together with several turns of rope above and below each knee, tightly woven together. Our right heels sat on a rather intimate area of the other’s body mutual wriggling proved an interesting experience.

I stared into those beautiful brown eyes. Miss Wood stared back. Suddenly we both heard the ominous “click, click, click” of heels on a wooden floor. Our captor was returning. Miss Wood’s face turned from anxiety into abject fear and I think mine must have done the same. How had I got myself into this mess?


It had started 6 weeks earlier. I had just started the final year of school and had the honour of being both football captain and head boy. It was Thursday evening after school and I had decided my position, football captain you understand, determine that I should lead by example, so had gone to the sports fields to do some individual training. Really just some sprints and turns to get my muscles trim and to break in a new pair of boots. Being head boy I had persuaded the head of PE to arrange for the groundsman to lock up the changing rooms at about 5-30 pm. I had felt a slight twinge in my calf doing some grid sprints so decided to come back in early. As I entered the changing room I noticed light was on in the PE office so went in that direction to speak to the PE staff to talk about team raining – good grief I was keen to make the most of being football captain.

As I approached I saw it was no member of PE staff but Miss Wood the Biology teacher. She was unmistakable with her perfectly straight light brown, not quite blonde hair halfway down her back. Taking full advantage of our Indian summer she was wearing a tight pink top and flowing just to knee length navy blue skirt with a pair of red high-heels which, having spent a whole day on her feet, she had slipped her heels out of showing me a glimpse of her soft soles, slightly paler that the rest of her lightly tanned body. She clearly had not heard me come up behind her, I had taken my boots off and was walking across the changing room floor in just my socks, as she sat staring intently at the computer screen. I came a step or so closer so I could see over her shoulder and suddenly I was shocked.

On the screen she was flicking through a series of pictures of women, and some men, tied up in a variety of ways, and variety of dress. Some were wearing office clothes, others jeans and t-shirts, some underwear or even naked. All were tied, handcuffed, chained, gagged, blindfolded or some way shape or form restrained. I gave a gasp and it was then that she turned round.

“Oh my God.” She said and began to turn pale momentarily, before a bright red rose up over her face.
“What’s this Miss?”
“Nothing to bother about.”
“It looks like you’re looking at internet porn.”
“Look,” she said trying to regain some teacher’s air of superiority, “You aren’t supposed to be here so get changed and go home, we’ll say no more about it.”
“Well Miss, Mr Parker” the head of games, “let me come here to do some training.” I was loving it. Being head boy you can tell I had kept my nose fairly clean; six years of undetected crime they call it. I had never in over 10 years of schooling had such leverage and power over a teacher. Miss Wood had joined the previous year, fresh from teacher training college, and had turned may a boy’s, and probably a few girls’, heads. She was a stunner in her mid 20’s, lightly tanned, as I think I said before, with a wardrobe apparently stretching back to Narnia. All smart, respectable but doing nothing to hide her looks.
“Well I’m telling you to go.”
“I’m sure the system administrator would like to know what was on your account history.”
“Look, I think you should go.” She was becoming far less confident now.
“Well OK. I can always tell the school secretary tomorrow.”
“You know she’ll never believe you.”
“She doesn’t have to. She only has to check the profile records.”
“What are you trying to say?”
At this point I must say I had had a fascination with bondage for as long s I can remember, far longer than I knew it was called bondage. The usual “Penelope Pitstop” , Daphne from “Scooby Doo”, “The Avengers”, yes anything with a woman tied up had always turned me on. I had tried a little self bondage too. Nothing great, a sock gag and blindfold with ankles tied and hands tied with elastic so I could escape. I had never actually tied anyone up beyond the usual cops and robbers games but fantasised a lot about other girls at school, stars of television film and pop and of course female teachers. And as you may have guessed earlier just about the hottest teacher in school was Miss Wood. I recognised a lot of the sites she had been flicking through and leant over the computer to flick up a picture or two.
“Interesting choice of viewing Miss.”
“Erm.”
“Have you ever tried it?”
“Erm.” I could not believe it. Her confidence as a teacher had evaporated and my confidence was growing. I saw some rope on the office floor. It looked like the sort of rope that was used to haul various bits of gym equipment which was fixed to the ceiling about: rings, bar supports etc. I picked it up.
“Hands behind you Miss.”
“Look Paul.”
“Hands behind you Miss, and I think you had better call me head boy.”
“Look – Head Boy. This has gone beyond a Joke.
“Hands behind you Miss and your clever Head Boy might just be able to wipe the record of your browsing form your profile. Or we could go home and I tell the secretary tomorrow.”

Reluctantly Miss Wood put her hands behind her back. I tied them tightly but not so much to mark her skin or bruise her. Wrap loose and cinch tight just as the web site told me. I sat her down in the chair and wrapped the remainder of the rope around her upper body, tying her firmly to the chair. I then sat on the second chair and picked up her feet resting them on my knees. Taking a second length of rope I bound her slender ankles together then finally removed her shoes exposing fully her beautiful feet. She wiggled all ten bright red polished toes for me. I stroked the sole of her foot and she giggled and wriggled a bit. I began to scratch the soles of her feet and she began to laugh. I tied her ankles to the arm of the chair and despite her protestations continued to tickle her, her laughs getting louder.

I took off my long football socks and pushed one into her open mouth as she laughed. Then I tied the second one over it preventing her from spitting the first out. They can’t have tasted too good after some sprints but Miss Wood couldn’t complain. I carried on tickling her bare feet now without the distractions of her laughs and began to lean closer to then. Despite a day at school in shoes they did not smell too much and I bent over and kissed a toe. I then took the big toe of her left foot and put it in my mouth sucking gently. Her stifled laughter began to quieten and I think she began to moan quietly into her gag. Licking between her toes soon woke her up again and a noise which, but for the gag, would have been described as a shriek, came out. I had certainly found her weak spot.

I was conscious of the time and the imminent arrival of the groundsman so I only had her tied for about 20-25 minutes. After I stopped her tickle torture I went back to the changing rooms and left her tied and gagged for about 2 minutes whilst I got my phone.
“5 or 6 quick pictures Miss, just in case the profile record doesn’t keep you quiet. Say anything, do anything and these will be all over the web.”

After that I untied her. She looked a mixture of crest fallen yet glowing. And she didn’t make any threats to me. Staring at the floor she put her shoes back on.

“Miss.”
“Yes Pau…Head Boy.”
“I think we should meet again after school next week.”
“Yes.” She said, with a slight rising tone in her voice but certainly unsettled, “We must.” She turned the computer off and left.

10 minutes later the groundsman found me just finishing changing and locked up as I left.
Tied :tied: gagged :gag: and tickled :tickle:

Re: Teacher Tie up

Postby chloroformmeplease » Wed Nov 04, 2009 5:54 pm

Nice story,more please.
Treat others as you wish to be treated. Having said that I will not sit idly by while someone is disrespecting another just because they think they are better than everyone else.

Re: Teacher Tie up

Postby barefootboy » Sun Dec 06, 2009 5:12 am

Sorry It has been a long time waiting

Next week

I couldn’t believe my luck. The beautiful teacher caught in a compromising position and seemingly loving bondage. Now I had such power over her. Wow.

Miss Wilson and I passed each other in the corridors a few times and she avoided eye contact with me. My luck held as I went to the school office and found the secretary had actually left her password on a post it note on the computer monitor. Now I could log on as system administrator and find out what all staff and students had been looking at.

That Thursday I did not see Miss Wilson all day until I got to the PE office and changing rooms. I had arrived in my track-suit to look like I was training but she was not there. I thought she was going to back out and I wondered if I could really get away exposing her and posting her pictures. I even wondered if I would want to expose her and have her leave the school. She did arrive about 5 minutes after we agreed and entered nervously.

“I’m sorry I’m late.” she said “Have you cleared the record from my profile yet?”

She was wearing a beautiful one piece orangey red woollen dress, gathered at the waist. She also had tan tights just slightly darker than her lightly tanned skin (it was cooler this week, it was September in England) and black patent leather 2” heels.

“Tut, tut, tut.” I said mockingly. “That will never do.”
“Wh what do you mean.”
“Shoes off Miss Wilson.” She reluctantly slipped her feet out of her shoes. “You need bare feet Miss Wilson.”
“You can’t expect me to take my tights off here.”
“Yes.”
“But.”
“The pictures and the websites Miss Wilson.” She blushed as she turned her back on me, reached under skirt, and pulled her tights down, stepping out right foot first then left foot. She threw the twisted nylon mass onto the floor as she turned round to face me, and stood barefoot.

“Turn back,” I said ”and hands behind you.” She turned around and placed her hands, crossed at the wrists, behind her back as I took some rope out of my sports-bag. I tied those beautiful wrists behind her back. I then got down onto my knees and tied her lovely tanned bare ankles together, wrapping rope around about 5 times before cincing twice. Then I did the same just below her knees.

I stood up to admire my work. “OK. Sit on the floor.”

Miss Wilson wriggled but couldn’t prevent a rather unceremonious flop onto her bottom. She stuck her legs straight out in front of her pointing the soles of feet forward beautifully. I knelt down and tickled those bare soles and delighted to see her toe wriggle and hear her giggles. As I got more intense with my tickling her laughter became louder and I decided it was time to keep her quiet.

“OK. Now to clear your browsing record.” I said. “But I need to make sure you keep quiet.” I took my trainers off and told Miss Wilson to lie on her back. She looked at me very nervously. I made sure she was lying with her head close to the office chair as I logged on using the stolen password.

“Time for a foot gag.” I said, and pressed my socked foot onto her mouth.

“Mwwoo weeyy” she mumbled.

“Ooohh. Do you like that?”

It was a few minutes to clear her record but I did not let her free so easily. I kept fiddling with some settings, doing some browsing myself but my real aim was to keep Miss Wilson on the floor and to torture with my socked foot.

After about 15 min I decided it was time for a change of tactics. I spun round in the chair and helped Miss Wilson sit up. I then took one of my socks off and told her to open wide. She looked with a degree of disgust but opened her mouth, rather reluctantly, and accepted the sock. I tied it in place with her discarded tights and wrapped a couple of turns of the tights round her eyes too, blindfolding her.

For the next half hour or so the air was full of muffled giggles as I tickled my captives feet, and tummy, and stuck sometimes my socked foot, sometimes my barefoot into her face, pinching her nose and inflicting such sweet torture on the teacher.

When I eventually untied her she was red faced, perspiring and still giggling. She took a look at her stretched, laddered and soaked tights, put them in her bag and slipped her bare feet into her shoes. I put my trainers on, one sock on one sock off.

“Erm same time next week?” she said with a hint of a grin on her face.

“Of course.” I said.

This routine went on for the next few weeks. Miss Wilson always ending up tied up, gagged, barefoot and tickled: me always shoeless, usually barefooted some of the time, tickling her and torturing her with my feet and socks.

The Monday of the last week before half term I had a message to contact Miss Wilson. I went to see her in her room, at the start of lunch.

“There’s a Staff meeting on this Thursday. Can I come on Tuesday this week.”

“Erm, of course.”

“Good. I’d hate to miss our little meetings.”

The next evening after school we met as usual. Miss Wilson was wearing a black skirt and top with Black tights and patent leather heels. I was in tracksuit again looking like I was coming for sports practice. Soon we were back to the usual set up. In the main Gym Miss Wilson was on her back on a bench. He hands were tied behind her back with some handcuffs, which I had bought online to make our games more fun. Her bare feet were tied to the bench with the tights she had removed when she first arrived. I was sat at the bottom of the bench giving her perfect soles a very severe tickle torture. Her feet were slightly sweaty from a day stood at the front of the class in tights and shoes but they were still beautiful. I examined every little line on her soles with my fingers making her wriggle, giggle and twist. My knots were good and strong and there was nothing she could do to stop me.

I ran my fingers over the soles, wiggled her toes and even licked her feet now and again or nibbled her toes enjoying the taste of those beautiful sweaty plates of meat.

Miss Wilson was looking up at the ceiling and thrashing so much she could not take in her surroundings. I was so taken up with the beautiful soles I was unaware of anything else going on in the Gym. That is why it came as a surprise to both of us when I suddenly relieved a massive thump to my side. This was soon followed by an other blow to my stomach which flattened me.

I looked up and saw Miss Evans. Deputy head of PT and head of girl’s PT she was a force to be reckoned with. In contrast to Miss Wilson she was dark haired and always wore a baggy tracksuit. If it weren’t for the fact her hair was just past shoulder-length and kept in a ponytail she could easily pass for a man. Far from being the dream of most boys in the school, many of the girls who had to endure her lessons and face her in the changing rooms told tales which raised questions on her sexuality. She was also a black-belt in Karate, a fact I had just been made aware of.

She quickly took the tights from Miss Wilson’s feet and used them to tie may hands behind me and tie me to the wall bars. Miss Wilson was begingin to shout “No, No.” As he colleague pulled off my shoes and used my socks to gag me. She then turned back to Miss Wilson and set about trying to release her from the bench.

Miss Wilson began to explain that I was not trying to rape her and she had agreed to everything. She told the whole story, even the part about her internet browsing that started it all. This might have seemed the best way to protect me and also been the truth but it suddenly turned out to be a bad move.

“Using the Gym as a little kinky love nest? How does that look for a respectable young teacher and the head boy. And it’s been going on all term.”

“What do you mean?” asked Miss Wilson.

“Silence slut!” Miss Evans took of her trainers and used her socks to gag Miss Wilson. She wandered out of the Gym as Miss Wilson and I struggled against our bonds MMMPPHHing as we did. Miss Evans came back with her mobile phone and took some compromising pictures of us.

“Now I have some security let me tell you what is going to happen now. Headboy. You are telling your parents that you are going on a week long training camp next week’ half term holiday. And Vikki.” She said turning to Miss Wilson, “we all know that your romantic pursuits in the Geography department have fallen flat. I’ll see you both here on Friday after school. Bring a bag but; heheheheh. You won’t need too many changes of clothes.”

She took a couple more photographs and tortured us with her sweaty feet in our faces before untying us, reclaiming her socks and going back out. Miss Wilson, or Vikki, and I looked at each other nervously.

“What are we going to do?” I said.

“Well unless you want the pictures going round and this little relationship made public; we’ve got to agree.” Not that it would have changed anything but at the time I did not realise the penalties for her in a relationship would a student, even and 18 yr old, would be far worse than they would have been for me. Even so I agreed we had to go along with Miss Evans.

That Friday night Miss Wilson and I met again at the PT office. We were both wearing the clothes we had been wearing all day at school. I had trousers, shoes a white shirt and head boy blazer on. Miss Wilson was in a pinstripe trouser suit with dark tan tights and suede heels. We were both looking at each other nervously but saying very little and trying to avoid each others’ gaze when Miss Evans arrived in her trade mark tracksuit.

“OK. Lets get started shall we.” She opened her sports bag and took out several coils of rope and two ball-gags. “Just one thing first. You two are wearing far to many clothes.”

With a bit of a gulp each we began to remove our clothes under Miss Evans direction, resigned to our fate for the next week. I took my blazer off first, followed by shoes and socks. Whilst this was going on Vikki was unbuttoning her blouse and carefully removing her shoes. I looked very nervous but Miss Evans made it perfectly clear what was needed and so I reluctantly undid my belt, took my trousers off and unbuttoned my shirt, standing in just my boxers.

“Hands behind you and turn round.”

I obeyed and turned to see Vikki removing her top and standing in just her tights and bra as Miss Evans began to tie my wrists behind me. We were both red as beetroots yet completely resigned to our fate.

“Tights off Vikki.” She looked almost in tears as she reached under the elastic weight band and slipped her tights down, slowly peeling the nylon skin off and exposing her beautiful legs. I stood there in my red shorts, hands and elbows tied behind me and looked at the frightened Miss Vikki Wilson, quivering in her black bra and Knickers as she was tied in the same way I was.

Miss Evans then indicated 2 chairs facing each other. Simple wooden school chairs with wooden backs and no arms. We sat facing each other as ordered while Miss Evans tied our upper bodies to the chairs. She then bent forward to tie Vikki’s ankles together then lifted her feet so her heel rested on my crotch. Next she threaded my right foot between Vikki’s thighs and rested my heel on her lovely black knickers before tying my ankles together. Then she took more rope and tied it around our legs at knee level, threading it between our legs so we were tied tightly together.

Finally she took two red balls out of her bag. Two balls with black straps attached. “Open wide sweetie” she said to Vikki. Vikki Gulped before opening her mouth and having the hideous red ball pushed back behind her teeth. I saw her wince as Miss Evans tightened the strap, making it digging into the corner of her lips. My turn was next and I felt hairs stand up on the back of my neck as the ball filled my mouth and the strap tightened.

“Just need to check you 2 are secure.” Miss Evans said as she reached down to scrape her finger nails over the soles of my bare feet. I tried to laugh but was incapable because of the large ball in my mouth. I simply tried to wriggle and pull my feet away which made me rub against her thighs and lacey pants causing mutual embarrassment for us.

Next the fingers went over Vikki’s feet who shrieked into her ball gag as I had and wriggled even more than me. Given where her feet were I began to get a little excited too and turned a bright shade of crimson to match Vikki’s toe nails.

“Well I’ve got to get ready now.” Miss Evans said. And walked off out of the office leaving the two of us tied, gagged and wondering what she had planned for the next week.

I stared into the beautiful brown eyes of Miss Wilson. They stared back at me over the top of a large red ball gag which stretched her beautiful lips. Her hair, rather matted, fell briefly over one eye as she struggled but a quick spin of her head shook it clear. We struggled for over half an hour like this before we both realised we were tied too effectively and tightly to stand any chance of escape. We both seemed to give up together.

I stared into those beautiful brown eyes. Miss Wilson stared back. Suddenly we both heard the ominous “click, click, click” of heels on a wooden floor. Our captor was returning. Miss Wilson’s face turned from anxiety into abject fear and I think mine must have done the same.

TO BE CONTINUED
Tied :tied: gagged :gag: and tickled :tickle:

Re: Teacher Tie up

Postby Boundgal08 » Sun Dec 06, 2009 5:15 am

Good story soo far xD really good...cant wait to read the next part... XD
BOUNDGIRL!
Probably the kinkiest woman you will ever meet!
I am a switch, I like to put a man in ropes and also have a man put me in ropes!
I am the 'Queen of bondage'

Re: Teacher Tie up

Postby barefootboy » Sun Dec 06, 2009 6:27 am

Glad you like it boundgal. Shame you are the only one leaving comments.
Tied :tied: gagged :gag: and tickled :tickle:

Re: Teacher Tie up

Postby tiedupallnightlong » Sun Dec 06, 2009 7:45 pm

Great story I love all the tickleing :tickle:

Re: Teacher Tie up

Postby ilikebeingtiedup » Tue Dec 08, 2009 12:33 am

this is rediculously awesome!! you have woven a beautiful teacher student bondage relationship. I love it.

Re: Teacher Tie up

Postby barefootboy » Wed Dec 09, 2009 10:53 am

Yeah it is rificulous but it is fiction. It's fun not believable.
Tied :tied: gagged :gag: and tickled :tickle:

Re: Teacher Tie up

Postby Boundgal08 » Wed Dec 09, 2009 11:17 am

Mr Barefootboy... any more stories you got to share with us, I love your stories...well what ive read so far :D
BOUNDGIRL!
Probably the kinkiest woman you will ever meet!
I am a switch, I like to put a man in ropes and also have a man put me in ropes!
I am the 'Queen of bondage'

Re: Teacher Tie up

Postby barefootboy » Wed Dec 09, 2009 11:24 am

hang in there boundgal, i'm still working on this one. ch 3 is at the conceptual stage.
Tied :tied: gagged :gag: and tickled :tickle:

Re: Teacher Tie up

Postby Boundgal08 » Wed Dec 09, 2009 11:33 am

Hehe... I cannot wait to read it :) Wooo :)
BOUNDGIRL!
Probably the kinkiest woman you will ever meet!
I am a switch, I like to put a man in ropes and also have a man put me in ropes!
I am the 'Queen of bondage'

Re: Teacher Tie up

Postby barefootboy » Fri Dec 11, 2009 12:12 pm

PART 3

The two of us sat there looking terrified into the eyes of Miss Evans.

“Time to go” she said.

First she took a leather blindfold and tightened it around Miss Wilson (Vikki’s) eyes. She then untied her knees and ankles then untied her upper body from the chair. Pulling her up to her feet she led her barefooted in just her underwear out of the door. To where I did not know.

It was about 10 minutes before I heard the click click click again as Miss Evans returned. She was carrying second leather blindfold.

“Your turn Head Boy” she said.

Darkness descended over me as Miss Evans placed the two pads over my eyes and tightened the buckle behind my head. I felt the ropes around my upper body being loosened. I was pulled to my still bound feet and pushed forward.

“MMpphhh” I had to hop to keep balance.

“This way Head Boy”

I was pushed around towards my destination hopping barefoot stubbing my toes from time to time on furniture and doors. I felt the tiles of the office under my feet turn to the concrete of the path outside, then to grass and finally tarmac. I could not believe she was pushing me around outside. Someone was sure to spot us. Then I realised that it was past 6pm. The school was abandoned. it was late October, dark, no one could se us.

I heard a car door open and was pushed into the back of a car. I felt a warm bare body besides me and realised Vikki was already in here with me. I felt the straps of the seat belt fastened around me, then felt a rope being tied around my right knee, tying it to Vikki’s knee. Next our elbows were tied to each other. I heard the door slam. A few seconds later The front door opened, Miss Evans stepped in and slammed the door and moments later the engine started.

Was Miss Evans planning on taking us somewhere? Couldn’t we be seen in a car? It struck me . Miss Evans always cycled to work. Miss Wilson always came in a little red Peugot 205 with heavily tinted rear windows. This must be Vikki’s care she had “stolen” No one would see two bound gagged blindfolded figures at night in this car.

The car moved off and we were moving. We drove for what felt like more than an hour. Thrown against each other now and again I tired to get my fingers to a knot. Any knot would do: mine one of Vikki’s.. eventually I heard gravel outside the window and the car came to a stop. The handbrake went on, the door opened and Miss Evans got out. 10, 15 minutes later the door besides me opened again. My seatbelt was undone and the ropes tying me to Vikki were undone. I was hauled out and made to hop again. Sharp gravel under my feet became a concrete path then a wooden floor.

“Down!” I was pushed to my knees then to the floor face down. My knees were bent and I felt ropes being tied from my wrists to ankles, my knees were bet as far as they would go and then pulled tighter; or so it felt. I was left as I heard the “click, click, click” of the heels. i tried t struggle as much as I could but i cold hardly move so tight were the bonds.

The clicking returned along with the grunting of a bound and gagged woman being pushed and forded to hop like me.

“Down” There was the thump of Vikki being pushed to the ground, then hogtied like me.
after hours my blindfold was removed. I blinked in the bright light. Vikki and I were lying on the parquet floor of an open plan downstairs sitting / room dining / room kitchen. We were both hogtied in just our underwear. Miss Evans stood over us.

“This is a holiday cottage my aunt owns. She says i can use it whenever I like and keeps it free for me at school holidays. It’s miles form anywhere, you can’t be heard or seen. This is our home for the next week. Now I’m off to get a few things ready. enjoy your first night of imprisonment.”

The click click of her heels as she left us and went up stairs seemed to add to our helplessness.

We started at each other. i noticed Vikki wiggled her toes. like me there was little else she could do.
Tied :tied: gagged :gag: and tickled :tickle:

Re: Teacher Tie up

Postby barefootboy » Sat Dec 12, 2009 5:39 am

There is more to come here. I have to clarify my ideas first.
Tied :tied: gagged :gag: and tickled :tickle:

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