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Abbie Cummmms – a real time BDSM Journal (Part 2)
4/28/08
Slut Bunny,
It's very late, 3:30 in the morning and I've been working on Abbie Cummms since reading your email at 11:00 last night. Thanks to your answers, I believe we've got something for BDSM Library. Have a look at what I've written, then give me a call tomorrow and tell me how you feel about having your story published on line. We can edit to better conceal your identity or if you can handle the "humiliation," we'll leave it as is.
Looking forward to speaking with you. I'll be working in Ontario on Wednesday, perhaps we can meet sometime after 3:30 pm.
Jay
4/28/08
Jay Mac,
I love the story!! I was just sooo tired last night i passed out lol but i will give You a call tonight!! I might be able to go to Ontario.... im not for sure yet... i will let You know!!
Talk to You soon!
~Slut Bunny
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“…I want someone I can also please, some one I can honestly trust and try all kinds of nasty new things he knows won’t hurt me.”
“Nasty new things,” I echo, as I slowly pull the yellow beads from your gaping asshole. The neon yellow spheres are smeared with your shit and giving your nipple one last twist, I present them to your lips, “These are pretty nasty, let’s have you over my knee while you clean them up.”
You smile, wiggle your bottom, and open your mouth to clean my fingers and take the first worst bead between your teeth. I help you up then turn the angle of the chair and take a seat. You climb over my right knee and arch your back to present that big Slut Bunny bottom for punishment. With a quick slap to your butt I order you to spread your legs wider. Looking back over your shoulder, you can see yourself on the TV. A half- dozen handprints of varying shades of pink on the pale skin of your ass are clearly visible on the screen. Playfully bouncing your hips, you rub your wet clit on my thigh. I slap your exposed pussy and remind you, “You must have my permission to come. This is a warm up for your punishment, so you’ll have to ask for permission.”
With the first bead held in your teeth, you tease me, “How can I keep from coming if you spank my wet pussy?”
With three hard slaps to your ass I punctuate my reply, “That’s…your…problem! Now why are you laid out over my knee?”
You pout and take the bead out of your mouth, “Because I need to tell you I’m a filthy Slut Bunny while you spank my big butt and make me do all kinds of nasty things.”
“Close but not quite on target,” I say, “You want me to spank your big butt and you choose to do all kinds of nasty things because you are a filthy Slut Bunny. Now get to work on those beads and as I spank you, beg for more and beg for it harder.”
The first ten or twenty swats are crisp and sharp, quickly covering your bottom with overlapping pink handprints. You arch your back into my hand begging for more. I pick up the tempo and make your ass cheeks bounce and ripple. You open your eyes to peek over your shoulder at the TV and beg me to spank you harder. A few minutes into your spanking, your pussy is dripping and I can feel the warm wet stain spreading over my thigh. I put my left hand inside your right thigh spreading your legs wider and slap your cunt, “Remember, you must ask for permission to come!”
Moaning around the beads in your mouth, you arch your back, push up on your toes, and moan as your thighs tremble. I keep spanking your red butt cheeks and you fight off the need to orgasm. Pulling the beads from your mouth, you beg me to spank your pussy and make you come. Slapping your ass I ask, “Have you finished cleaning up your shit?”
“Please, please, please Sir may this filthy slut come?”
I’m still making your bottom bounce, “Any slut can come, but I want to hear what kind of filthy slut you are!”
You shudder and beg, “Please spank my dripping pussy and allow this filthy ass fucked shit licking Slut Bunny to come.”
Pulling your legs open I start spanking your swollen labia and clit, softly at first, “Not yet slut…not until you count one hundred.”
You only manage to make it to fifty-six before you come, but as you requested in your email, I am merciful. You’re tearfully trying to catch your breath, sniffling and still trembling in the last throes of your orgasm, when I reach into the ice bucket and gently press a few cold cubes against your wet pussy. You jump a bit then giggle and moan as I bring the ice up over your bright red ass. When I’ve finished cooling off your bottom the ice in my hand has completely melted, “Now, what do you have to say for yourself? You disobeyed me and came long before one hundred.”
You giggle and bounce your hips against my knee, “I’m sorry Sir. I’m just a horny little Slut Bunny and I couldn’t help myself. But I’m ready to try again.”
I chuckle and reach back into the ice bucket, “I’ll be you are, but this time we’ll add a new nasty thing to the mix. Reach back and spread those bright red cheeks so we can see your asshole.”
You can feel the shit slime in your crack and you look over your shoulder so you can see just how much of a mess you’ve made. You’re surprised to see only a thin brown film over your pink starfish. I press an ice cube against that film and to your surprise, push it into your nasty hole. “Oh my god,” you squeal, “That is so cold!”
Without hesitation I push two more cubes up your ass. You twist and let go of your butt cheeks. “Please, please no more, no more, I’ll piss myself,” you beg. I toss the cubes back into the bucket, toss a bath towel onto the floor, then lift the ice bucket over your back to place it on the towel between your legs. “Even better,” I say, “If you’ve got to go, you’ve go to go. Now get up, squat, and pee!”
You blush and you hesitate. “Come on Slut Bunny, you’re the one who needs to be humiliated. It’ll be a new nasty thing. You can squat with my beer bottle up your butt and spank your clit. One hundred times, each time harder before you’re allowed to come and then watch yourself piss over the ice in the bucket.”
I help you get to your feet and chuckle as you spread the towel open then stand over the beer bottle and ice bucket with your left hand in the crack of your ass. You work three fingers into your butt, and then carefully squat and guide the long neck into the gaping hole. You look up and see yourself on the TV screen, close your eyes and slip two fingers into your wet pussy. With your left hand slowly pumping your cunt, you start to spank your clit. “Wait,” I order as I reach into my bag and pull out a short braid of rawhide. It’s only about eight inches long with four strands of leather dangling from the braid. “Use this. It’s a sweet little flogger - just right to whip a nasty slut’s clit. Pace yourself and remember to count each stroke out loud, one hundred times, each time harder.”
You take the braid from my hand and obey. By the time you count sixty, you know you’re not going to make it to one hundred. Your asshole is stretched over a third of the beer bottle and it feels huge. Your thighs tremble and you can’t hold back anymore… “Sixty-three, sixty-four, sixty-five, sixty-siiiiixxx!”
You come and piss at the same time. Leaning over the bucket with your whip hand on the floor hot pee splashes into and over the bucket! You are completely lost in a twisted knot of release and humiliation, shaking your head and whispering, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
I reach down to pat your bottom, “That’s alright Slut Bunny. You’re just a horny little brat and can’t help yourself. You’re a glutton for punishment and you love to come. So let’s have that bucket and get you ready for the next new nasty thing.”
I reach between your legs and put the yellow ice on the table, then gentle push your shoulders down to the floor. I position you on your knees with your face in the pissy towel and tie your wrists to your ankles. From the black bag I pull out a short length of clear soft plastic hose and a funnel. Then I reach into the ice bucket, scoop out a handful of cubes, and press them against your red swollen pussy. Slowly twisting the beer bottle out of your asshole I lean into you and say, “This is where we start to have some really nasty fun.”
One at a time I push ten small cubes of ice into your asshole. You shudder and moan when I reach into the bucket and scoop another handful of ice. This goes on for five minutes. The cubes melt in your gut and you’re feeling a strange sensation when I apply a liberal smear of creamy hand lotion over your bottom and slowly push two and then three fingers up your butt. You moan; spread your legs open and rock your hips back into my hand, “Fuck me, please fuck my filthy Slut Bunny shit hole, and come in my mouth.”
I playfully smack your ass and say, “All in good time Slut Bunny, all in good time.”
The soft plastic tubing replaces my fingers and I slowly twist it, pushing and pulling until only a few inches stick out of your ass. The funnel’s slipped into the hose and then I carefully pour the ice-cold mix of piss and water into the funnel. Pulling and pushing the hose just a few inches at a time, the piss water slowly percolates into your pink bottom. I slowly pull the tubing from between your butt cheeks and add another handful of ice cubes, just for fun. You love it when I plug your creamy shit hole with the bead string and then reach for my wicked red plastic paddle. I stand over your back, lightly tap your bottom, and ask, “Now how do you like your nasty new thing?”
“It’s so cold, but my pussy is getting wet so I think I like it. I love that you tied me up,” you reply. “Well, we’ll just have to see that you’re properly warmed up,” I chuckle then my paddle comes down with a sharp crack, “Count them out – one hundred, each a bit harder than the last and make sure you keep those beads in your nasty slut hole. Anything that comes out of your ass is going back into your pretty mouth, but the good news is that you can come as much as you want.”
With another sharp crack I make your butt bounce and ripple. Looking up at the TV you wiggle your ass and moan, “One, harder please!”
There are two red stripes on your pink bottom and after the next swat another pops out. Another and another and another overlapping into a cross hatched pattern that covers your ass. Tiny blood droplets emerge from the pores of your swollen butt cheeks and after the thirty-third swat you beg for mercy and shudder at the edge of orgasm. A handful of ice and three fingers in your wet pussy, push you over that edge and two beads slip out of your asshole. I slip a fourth finger into your cunt and give you a warning, “Watch those beads slut, you don’t want to be sucking piss and ass juice from this towel.”
Rocking your hips into my hand, you twist your pussy around my fingers and consider that possibility. “Yes Sir, please fuck my ass. I’d love to feel your cock up my filthy slut shit hole.”
With a twist of my wrist I slip my fingers out of your cunt and say, “Patience, Bunny Slut, I’ll fuck that filthy shit hole soon enough. Now let’s continue with your punishment, I believe we have sixty-seven more swats from the red plastic beasty.”
I start out much lighter than where we ended and you manage to make it through to a hundred without losing your shit. Another handful of ice cools your beet red and purple butt. Four fingers in your pussy and my thumb wedged under the bead string leaves you dripping. Five beads dangle from your ass as I pull off my shirt, unbuckle my belt, and pull you up to your knees. My cock is erect – over six inches long less than seven – not too small, but hardly huge. You open your lips and it easily fits all the way into your wet mouth.
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4/28/08 11:23am
Jay Mac,
I love the story!! I was just sooo tired last night i passed out lol but i will give You a call tonight!! I might be able too go to Ontario.... im not for sure yet... i will let You know!!
Talk to You soon!
~Slut Bunny
4/30/08
Slut Bunny,
I'm stuck... haven't heard from you in three days. Left a message but no returned call and no email? We can't continue your story without feedback.
Are you scared, having second thoughts or has life in the IE distracted your attention and just caused you to flake out??
The number is XXX XXX-2938.
Jay Mac
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Jay Mac & Slut Bunny’s Real-Time Phone Sex
5/1/08 1:37am
He’d just climbed back into bed when the phone rang. At one thirty in the morning it was either bad news from Texas or that silly little Slut Bunny responding to his last email. Naked, in the dark, he navigated his way down the stairs and managed to pick up on the fifth ring.
“Hello,” he said with a slightly sardonic twist in his voice. A young female voice replied, “Hello Jay, were you asleep?”
“Is this Abbie Osgoode,” he asked. There was a giggle, “Yes, this is your Slut Bunny. Should I call back tomorrow?”
“No way,” he grumbled, “You already in enough trouble as it is. I’m not about to let you off the hook. Now why has it taken you nearly a week to make a simple phone call?”
After the litany of inadequate excuses of busy with school, unpacking at Mom’s house and general silliness ending with, “I just got back from a night out with my friends and if you haven’t guessed I’m a little drunk…” he remarked, “You sound like you’re nineteen years old.”
“I’m twenty,” she quickly replied. He chuckled. Her emphasis on her age reminded of some insecure kid insisting that she was nearly fifteen. “Well we managed to miss each other yesterday, so when shall we meet,” he asked. “Ohhh, I don’t know,” Abbie replied with a bit of a pout, “This weekend, I’m going to Las Vegas with friends. We’ll be there most of next week and then next weekend I’m going to Lompoc. I don’t have plans for the following weekend, but I just don’t know.”
He measured his response – Abbie claimed she was interested in humiliation, but he didn’t want to sound like a possessive cliché of a Dom Master wannabe. He chose to laugh and say, “I understand. When I was twenty there were times when I woke up with no idea which state I was in. So what is your class schedule like? I’ll be in Ontario for a few days in May and if you’ve got some open time during the week, maybe we can meet up in Apple Valley or Victorville.”
After some discussion they settled on Thursday, May 15th. “So as long as you’ve dragged me out of bed,” he said, “Let’s do a bit of play. Are you in bed?”
“Yesss,” she replied in a little girl Slut Bunny voice. “Do you have privacy,” he asked. “A little bit, my Mom’s asleep but she’s sleeps light and way too curious,” she cooed, “I have to keep it quiet or go out to the car.”
“I like that twist,” he replied, “The possibility of getting caught adds some spice to the mix. Now what kind of toys do you have unpacked?”
“Just the one,” she teased, “It’s in the drawer.”
“The dildo you put up your ass,” he asked. “Yes,” Abbie whispered. “All right, I’m going to go grab my cigarettes while you go get your toy…” he said. Thirty seconds later they were back on the phone. He had his dick in his hand when he asked, “So how big is your toy?”
After some discussion about how to measure the hot pink beast, Slut Bunny managed to calculate an estimate of a bit over seven inches. “Just a bit bigger than my cock,” he said, “Do you have any lube with you, or would you prefer to use your mouth?”
“Which would you prefer,” she asked. He light his cigarette and said, “One thing you will learn from me is that when we play, I will insist that you choose and you’ll acknowledge your choice by asking for permission…So, what is you choice?”
Slut Bunny complied with his demand, “Please sir, may I suck and lick my toy before I put it up my ass?”
“Of course,” he replied. After a few seconds listening to the soft wet sounds on the phone, Jay asked her how much of her toy was in her mouth. “Two or three inches,” she responded. “Can you get the whole thing into your mouth,” he asked. Abbie giggled, “I can try.”
A gag and gurgle accompanied the wet sounds, and after ten or twenty seconds, he decided that she was ready for the next demand. “Is your toy all wet and slick,” he asked. She gasped and replied, “Yes, may I put it in my asshole?”
“Oh yes, I’d love to hear you fuck your nasty hole while your play with your pussy.”
Abbie said, “Thank you,” moaned then groaned and moaned again. “Tell me,” he said, “How many fingers do you have in that wet cunt?”
“Two,” she replied. “And how deep is that toy,” he asked. “About half way,” she said. He grinned and said he wanted to hear her spank her clit while she pushed her toy all the way up her ass. Slut Bunny whispered that she couldn’t be too loud, then spread her legs wide and obeyed. He listened carefully and heard her breathe more rapidly and moan while she slapped her wet pussy and pumped her slut hole. “Now slip four fingers into that cunt, fuck your toy and I’ll tell about my fantasy of our first meeting,” he said. Slut Bunny responded with a whimper.
“This is how I’ve been imagining the scene: We meet at a restaurant and have a nice dinner, then, over coffee and desert you slip your hand into my pants. I slip my hand down the back of your jeans and push a couple of fingers into your nasty hole. There are some people in the restaurant but no one can see what were doing. We’re managing to keep a straight face, and with your hand on my cock, you twist your hips to get two of my fingers into you asshole. We’re talking about mundane stuff and nobody has a clue. When you can’t stand it anymore, you put your free hand against my ear and whisper, ‘Please fuck my ass.’
“I laugh, pull my hand out of your jeans, and ask the waitress to bring the check. After we’re in the parking lot, we stand next to the car. It’s dark, I’ve got one hand down the back of your jeans, you’ve got your hand around my cock, and you’re licking the fingers that were up your asshole. We’re alone and I ask, ‘Now what was it that you whispered in my ear?”
“You grin and nibble on my fingertips, ‘Please fuck my Bunny Slut asshole.”
Jay heard Abbie moan loudly and asked, “Did you just come?”
“Almost,” she whimpered, “May I come?”
“Not yet,” he replied, “Let’s see if you can manage to get you thumb in as well.”
Abbie giggled, “It’s already in.”
“Really, how deep?”
“Up to my knuckles,” she answered. “Oh that’s right, your arm’s too short for you to get you whole fist in your cunt,” he said, “Has anyone else every fisted you?”
“Ohhh yess,” Abbie purred. “Sounds like you enjoyed that experience,” he chuckled. “Oh yes, it was wonderful,” she said. Jay lit another cigarette and asked, “Have you ever been assfucked and fisted at the same time?”
“Nooooo, but it sure sounds good.”
“We’ll have to work on that one,” he said, “Now where were we? Ahh, in the parking lot - Let’s have you pick it up from there. You tell me what happens next.”
Abbie smiled and said, “We go to the motel.”
“Don’t be such a greedy slut,” he admonished, “We alone, between a bunch of cars, and you like being fucked in cars. What are you going to do to move things along?”
She pushed her hand and toy as deep as she could and imagined herself laid out in the back seat of Jay’s car:
“After I lick your fingers I pull down my jeans and undies and get down on my knees to suck your dick. Slut Bunny loves to give long deep sloppy blowjobs...
Jay interrupted her, “Wait a minute, undies – what kind of undies? What is my Slut Bunny doing with undies?”
Abbie giggled and replied, “Slut Bunny, forgot and wore her thong.”
“Well you know what that means,” he countered. She interjected, “Slut Bunny is in trouble and she’ll just have to be punished.”
He squeezed his hard dick and added, “You’re just stacking up all kinds of punishments. We’ll have to pull those undies off and spank your big butt.”
“Yes sir,” Abbie said with a delighted tease in her voice, “I’d just love to have you spank my ass.”
“Now you were on your knees with your jeans and undies pulled down, in the middle of a sloppy blowjob and I assume you’re playing with your wet pussy as well. What would you like to happen next?”
“You put your hands into my hair and fuck my face, until I start gagging. Then I slip out of my jeans and climb into the backseat of your car...”
Jay laughed and said, “Sorry slut, my car’s an old Nissan Sentra. There’s no room to fuck in the backseat.”
“Oh poo,” Abbie pouted, “Can I sit in the door and have you fuck me with your fingers?”
“That’s possible,” he answered. Abbie moaned again as she pushed her hand into her dripping pussy.”
“You’re fucking my pussy and ass with two fingers in each hole and pulling my hair while I suck your cock, then I beg you to fuck me. You help me stand up and spread my legs while I bend over the hood of your car. I can feel the tip of your dick pushing into my ass and I love it. I rock back into you and go up on my toes when you smack my butt. You make me beg for your cock and I push back until I can feel your jeans rub my bottom. You reach up under my shirt and pinch my nipples. I’m going crazy when you finally push that sweet dick all the way up my asshole. You fuck me and spank me and I’m completely lost when...”
Jay interrupted, “…A car pulls into the lot.”
“You’re mean,” Abbie whimpered, “… but I’m lost so I don’t care, all I know is I want to keep fucking.”
“But they may have seen us when they drove past us. Maybe we’ll get caught - maybe they’ll call the cops. What will we do?”
“You smack my ass and pull out. We end up in the car and I lick all my nasty ass juice off your cock. I want to climb onto your lap and fuck some more...”
“Sorry again, bucket seats,” he said, “I suppose it might be possible but I find it hard to imagine that it would be worth the effort.”
Abbie pumped her holes and said, “Well I guess we’ll just have to get a room.”
“Excellent,” Jay replied, “Now what happens when we get into our room.”
“I immediately get naked go down on my hands and knees and crawl across the carpet to suck your cock. I’m on my knees with my bottom stuck out, licking your balls, and begging you to punish me...”
“And how should you be punished,” he asked. Abbie didn’t hesitate, “with a riding crop.”
“So you like the crop,” he said, “I like to save that toy for later in the session. How about my belt? Has anyone ever whipped your ass with a belt?”
Abbie smiled and pumped her toy in and out of her asshole, “Yess, I love belts.”
“Good, we’ll start with a hundred,” Jay said, “Now I want you to imagine that you’re sucking my cock while I whip you ass. You have to count every fifth stroke. When I get to five, you pull your mouth off my dick and count five, ten fifteen and so on. Since I’ll not there, you get to count while you fuck yourself as deep and hard as you can. You can’t cum until you reach a hundred. Now start.”
With a long slow twist of her hips Abbie pushed her toy deep into her ass and tried to take as much of her hand into her cunt as she could manage. She loved the restriction, she couldn’t make very much noise, and she could clearly hear the sloppy wet movement of her fingers and thumb pumping her pussy. “Five,” she said. Jay’s graveled voice softly rumbled in her ear, “That’s it, start out slow and build it up.”
“Ten, fifteen, twenty,” the noise of her breathing and the deep wet strokes filled the room so that she lost track of her own voice and heard the count as if someone else were speaking. At “fifty-five,” she heard a whimpered moan and struggled to control the urge to come. Her breathing was fast and ragged, when she heard Jay ask, “Did you just come without permission?”
She took a few seconds before she answered, “No, it was awfully close; but no, I didn’t come.”
“You’re sure about that,” he said, “I could have sworn I heard that little hitch in your voice.”
“My pussy’s dripping, but I caught myself. I didn’t come.”
“Not even a little,” Jay teased.
“Well maybe…it was awfully close. May I have permission to come,” she asked.
“Maybe,” was the reply, “But first let’s take a break for some nasty play. Pull that toy out of your butt and put it in your mouth. Let’s clean that bad boy up.”
Abbie was relieved to feel the cool night air flow over her gaping hole. With her toy so deep up her ass, she was tempted to sneak in a quick orgasm, but didn’t trust herself not to completely lose it. She loved the rich odor and taste of her shit slime and as she closed her eyes, it was easy to imagine Jay’s cock in her mouth and throat. After thirty seconds or so, she heard Jay’s voice. “You sound like you’re having way too much fun. Let’s get that toy back where it belongs.”
Abbie quickly slipped the tip of the dildo back into her nasty shit hole, and with a prolonged moan pushed the entire seven-inch length back up her ass before she realized that she’d lost any idea of how far she’d counted. “Damn,” she said. Jay responded, “Something wrong Slut Bunny?”
“I lost count,” she pouted.
He laughed and said, “Well you know what that means… we’ll just have to start from the beginning. But this time, after you get to fifty, I give you permission to come.”
Abbie smiled. They’d been on the phone for almost an hour and she was starting to worry that her nosey mother might wake up. Jay seemed to sense that she wanted to come and go to sleep. As she counted, his voice coached and encouraged her. She was very glad to reach fifty, but tried very hard to hold out until she reached one hundred. At fifty-five, Jay changed the dynamic of her imaginary punishment. “Open your legs wide,” he ordered, “and imagine that I whip your wet dripping pussy with every other stroke. You like having your pussy whipped, don’t you?”
“Yesssixty,” she hissed. She started to come around seventy-five and by ninety, she lost control; but she was determined to complete her fantasy punishment and kept pumping her dripping cunt… “ninety-five…one hundred!!”
Her hand was soaked and she groaned and pinched her clit and pussy while she caught her breath. Jay waited patiently for her to recover, then she confessed that she came after only imaginary ninety strokes, but protested that he’d pushed her over the edge by whipping her pussy. Jay told her that she’d been a good slut, that he’d research their meeting place on Google and send her an email. With a quiet “Good night, Slut Bunny,” he left her to her sleep and dreams.
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5/1/08 2:41am
Slut Bunny,
This should give you a chuckle... you just took my virginity - that is I am no longer a virgin to phone sex... talking dirty over the phone… whatever...
Being old school, I am of the Texican creedo that dictates, " Money talks and bullshit walks. Don't piss away my time talking about it. If yer gonna do something, take care of bidness and get the Goldang job done!"
As usual you managed to almost fuck up, it took you the better part of a week to actually make a phone call. Are you sure that you're not a brat disguised in subbie clothing? In any case we'll have to make sure that you are properly punished; but I must admit, hearing you cummmm over the phone was fun! Odd that your anal toy is just about the same size as my cock, I should fit right in!
You're now officially on my calendar: Thursday, May 15, 3:00pm - 11:00pm, Meet with the Slut Bunny, or if you want to stay the night... we should be close enough so that you can leave for class in the morning.
I'll change the name and send Part-1 to BDSM Library later this morning and I should have Part-2 wrapped up by the weekend. They'll probably both sometime next week. You can share it with your very close friends - the folks that lurk around BDSM will have a very near real time journal/ blog - and you will have a vicarious audience as you expand your experience and explore your limits.
Remember to check your email, and next time, try to call before 1:30am. I'm a much better conversationalist when my brain works. This can be a lot of fun.
Happy, Happy Goat Boy!!!
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