My wife and I don't get out much. We're usually hanging aroundat home with the kids. Although we have a large number offriends, we usually don't entertain much. Our personal pursuitsare private, and we don't want our friends to know what reallyturns us on.
We used to be into wife-swapping, but that was years ago beforesexually transmitted diseases became deadly. Now if you sticksomething where it doesn't belong, it won't fall off if you'reunlucky. No, now you'll die! So Beth and I got out of theswinging scene at a good time.
We're still a horny couple, and we take our pleasure in eachother. I'm into bondage and discipline, and Beth is my willingslave. Sound kinky? Yep, real kinky.
Let me tell you about last night. I had just gotten home fromwork, and I was irritated at the traffic. My wife met me at thedoor with a smile, and welcomed me home. The kids were playingin the spare room, and wouldn't come out until dinnertime. "How's dinner coming?"
"It should be done in about 40 minutes." she said.
"Then we have some time. Come with me." I marched her out tothe garage, picking up the video gear from a closet that wepassed. She shed her apron and walked before me. Her shapelyass swiveled enticingly under the tight jeans that she wore.
After setting up the camcorder to catch all of the action, Ibegan by tying her hands together in front of her. I placed twoorange crates on the floor at her feet. "Stand on these SLAVE." She obediently stepped up on the orange crates with littlehesitation. I got another length of rope and attached it to herbound wrists. Then I pulled her wrists up over her head. Therope ran through a pulley attached to a rafter overhead, and Itightened the rope, pulling her wrists higher into the air. Theboxes I had placed three feet apart, causing her legs to spread. I knelt in between the boxes, and nibbled at her snatch throughthe material of the jeans.
I quickly fastened a cuff to either of her ankles, and attached arope to the right one. I attached the other end of the rope tothe righthand wall of the garage. Then I undid the zipper on herjeans and swept her left foot off of the box. I pulled both legsdown and removed the pants from the left leg. I then placed herfoot back on the box. I attached the left cuff, and removed theright one. Then the jeans could be taken off completely. Through all of this, Beth merely stood, although a wet spot wasvisible in the crotch of her panties.
I pulled Beth's tank top up to expose her large breasts. Shetapes in at slightly over 43 inches through the chest, and eachbreast is easily the size of a sixteen-inch softball. Hernipples are dark brown, and are easily the size of champagnecorks when they are erect, with areolas two inches in diameter. She shook her body slightly and her tits swayed mightily. Iloved those boobs; they were just the right size for breastbondage.
I walked over to my box of toys and selected the first torment ofthe evening. Spring-clamp clothespins were especially nasty whenapplied to the nipples. I selected two new ones. She begged menot to use them. "Please don't put the clothespins on my nipplesMaster. It hurts sooooo much. I'll do anything that you want,but please, not the clothespins."
Her eyes pleaded with him, but he knew that she secretly wantedthe pins. She begged him just to inflame his desire more. "I'llgive her what she NEEDS!" he thought. And he attached first one,then the other to her erect nipples.
Her moans of pain were loud, and her gagged her quickly toprevent the scream that he knew was building in her throat. Assoon as the gag was in place, a muffled scream came forth,unbidden, but not unexpected. "I think that you're ready for thenext step SLAVE!"
I tore the panties off of her, exposing her shaved mound. Bethkept her snatch completely bald, except for a two-inch wide stripthat came nowhere near to covering anything pink. This strip wascut short, really just a reminder of pubic hair, a stubble in theshape of a long, skinny rectangle. Her pussy lips hung down overan inch outside her cunt. They were long like that due to yearsof abuse by her Master. As I watched, a single drop of vaginalsecretions formed on the outer folds of her snatch.
I retrieved a cat-o-nine-tails from the box of toys andexperimentally snapped it across her belly. She yelped in painthrough the gag. I switched it across her ass, and she leanedback into it. After ten strokes, more than enough to redden herasscheeks, I switched hands and began to bring the cat down onher unprotected pubes. Now although a shriek of pain bubbledforth, all but inaudible through the gag, she jerked her hipsforward, so as to intersect the flying cat's wicked thongs morecompletely with her cunt. She really got off on him beating herpussy. I gave her 30 strokes on the snatch, belly and thighs. When I rested for a moment, he could see her hips jerking andtwitching in near orgasm. A sheen of sweat covered her chest andback, and her breath came in great ragged gasps.
I turned my attention back to her breasts. I grabbed theclothespins and pulled up on them, stretching the teats away fromthe rest of Beth's titflesh. More moans from within the gaggedmouth, and she arched her back to limits the fiery bite of thepins. I deftly attached the pins to a thin y-shaped cord thatdepended from another pulley set overhead. I walked to the looseend that hung down from the pulley, and selected a bag weightedwith 16 ounces of lead shot for tension. When the weight of thebag was hanging on the cord, her nipples were pulled fully aninch further away from her boobs than before. She thrust herhips forward in a vain attempt to get some relief in the form oforgasm. I maliciously tugged on the weighted bag, andcontemplated adding another pound of lead. She writhed in thebonds, and I decided on the next step.
I walked back to her, and purposely slid the boxes another footfurther apart. This caused her legs to spread even furtherapart, and transferred more weight to her arms. She sank alittle lower as the ropes tightened. He nipples were lengthenedeven more, as the cruel clothespins sank into her tendertitflesh. The elongated teats were stretched to their limit asthe areolas were pulled away from the breast too. I knew theirability to take punishment, and briefly lifted the weighted bagto allow a little respite from the torment.
I removed the boxed from under her feet entirely next. She swungslowly back and forth a few time. The nipples were still grosslydistorted in their pinioned state, and I still toyed with thetension on the rope. I stood behind her, and checked my watch. Almost time for dinner; I'd better wind things up.
I walked to the wall and pulled the rope leading to her right legtaut, until her leg was parallel to the floor. Then I did thesame for the left leg. Now she hung from the rafter, all of herweight was on her arms held tightly overhead. Her nipples werestretched to the point where her softball-sized breasts werevisibly lifted by the tension on the cords. Her back was archedto minimize the pain she felt in her nips. Sweat dribbled downher cleavage into her pussy, and from there to leave a smallpuddle on the ground below her snatch. Juices from her hot quimdrooled down her labia and thighs. She looked ready.
I selected a wheeled stool and adjusted it's height until it wasa few inches below her pussy. Then I stripped down, and sat atopthe stool. My tremendous erection waved slightly as it nearedthe prize. I plunged my prick into her hot snatch. It was juicyand she gripped my love muscle as soon as I was fully in her. Igrasped her thighs and pumped her hips back in forth, literallyimpaling my penis in her snatch repeatedly. She panted throughthe gag, and on the monitor I could see that the movement of herhips was stretching her nipples even further. I redoubled myefforts, my brain short-circuited by the horny sight.
One of the clothespins sprung free at this point, and a full-bodied scream shot up from the depths of her gag. The torturedflesh was red and compressed where the jaws of the pin hadcrushed it. In pulling it off, the nipple had been clampedharder and more fully than ever before. I continued to pump herhips as he neared his orgasm. Her eyes were closed, as theremaining clothespin continued to bite into her nipple.
I came in great shuddering spasms, emptying my load into her withtremendous heaves of my hips, and the other clothespin sprungfree. She screamed again, as this one drew blood from hermutilated teat. A small drop of blood ran down her breast, and Ireached around in front of her to handle the globes roughly. "You know, everything was perfect up until you let the firstclothespin come off. We're going to have to do the whole thingover again."
But not now. I released her legs from the cuffs, and thenlowered her to the floor. As soon as I removed the gag from hermouth, she thanked him for the session, and begged to serve himwith her ass after dinner. I stopped the video camera, and beganto think about the next session.
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