1. 3 A Dairy conversion part 1


    Date: 6/25/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: alibodge, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    the dingy hallway, the power was off but the bright day and the open curtains made the living room a welcome little haven, it was just as described in the story and it was so welcoming we both fell instantly in love with the little place. The kitchen was a reasonable size as were both bedrooms and the bathroom and there was a nice size garden front and back, and somewhere to park 2 or 3 motors. We however had to find our way into the garage as it was our reason we had thought, to be there. We found a slim door in the kitchen that looked like a cupboard; it led down two carpeted steps in a dark short passageway into the erstwhile garage, the dirty skylight panels just struggling to illuminate the big open space, in which there were two huge leather armchairs one with a number of switches on a metal plate attached to the arm, spotlights, carpeting, and a couple of rings set into the centre of the floor. There was no pieces of BDMS gear left, though various marks showed where the cross had been attached to the wall and the pillory to the floor though if you didn`t know the story they could have been for any old piece’s of machinery. We sat on the veranda, with our buns, and Ann said she loved the place, I too loved the peace and the isolation but pointed out the distance we would need to commute daily if I stayed at the job I had. It was not a problem for Ann as she had recently had promotion; her work was in Hastings anyway so was over 20 miles nearer to the homestead but we ...
    sadly dismissed the idea as unworkable at that moment. The buns eaten we unloaded the bags with the toys, Ann had said she wanted to be whipped in the dungeon, but I suggested that we could do that anytime, but we might not get another shot at the anthill, Ann shuddered, bit her lip then slowly nodded. Off she went into the first bedroom. She then started to take off her clothes, while I went to check the coast was clear old habits dying hard. There was no one for miles just a few sheep and a heron that quickly ignored me I returned just as she emerged from the bedroom, Her dress a pale blue silky affair slithered over her naked body a loose silky fit with a hemline just above her knees, each wrist wore a leather wristlet and she carried a short cord. To me she looked a real picture, her face carried a look of expectant worry and she asked how long she had to endure? We decided on ½ an hour unless she asked for more. I asked if she was ready then led her to the post I thought her loose dress hid her breasts and said I wanted to watch the little black insects running across her cool white skin. She shuddered as I slid the thin material up and over her head and off so that her skin not her dress was in direct contact with the sandy heap. She placed her hands behind her and round the pole, I attached the cord to each wristlet with a quick release knot and slowly she slid herself down onto the anthill putting her long legs out in front of her and her seat directly on the sandy ...