1. 45 From cheating housewife to who knows what? Pt4


    Date: 7/22/2015, Categories: BDSM, Voyeur, Author: alibodge, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    back and front doors, then led me to the main bedroom. Sending me to empty myself on the way, as he said the hours for me would be long enough without the need to be toileted. I arrived in my own bedroom knicker-less to find him busy setting up two cameras on tripods, his usual one with the repeat timer and a movie camera that he had brought from home for this weekend. “Fetch the clothing” he said with a grin and proceeded to place in the corner a steel pipe about four feet long and about an inch and a half in diameter, I looked askance of this fearsome pipe , and he told me “later babe later...” I knew which clothing he meant so before him on the big bed I lay a full crutch roll on girdle and a peephole bra both studded with tiny pins the points facing inward, and then stood quietly waiting, knowing the agony wearing these would bring to my poor body. He produced a spray, a sterilizing spray of some kind, which he sprayed the tiny 2mm teeth with, “don`t want you poisoned do we” he grunted, as he put the can on the dresser, his big rough hands now slid over my basque, gently unclipping the fastenings, and releasing the restricted flesh. I began to tremble in anticipation of the pain to come, as he wrapped the bra around my waist, clipping it so matter of factly as if dressing his wife, he lifted the cups and oh so gently allowing me to position my nipples just as I wanted then. Then with a flick of the wrist he placed the straps in position surprisingly the cups felt like ...
    it was rough sandpaper encasing my delicate skin. Next came the roll on which he turned inside out sliding the garment up my still nylon clad legs, unclipping my suspenders one at a time and lifting the garter belt up under the bra. The roll on was now lifted to my damp crutch, and he rolled the thing over my backside and tummy the elastication forcing the tiny teeth against my skin in a much more uncomfortable fashion more discomfort than pain. He smiled as he refitted the garter belt clipping each suspender and allowing each to snap back in place with a slap as he dealt with all six. He turned me to face the camera, then unclipped the bra and re-clipped it from the first eyelets to the third, immediately I let out a gasp as the tiny teeth now dug into my flesh, no longer gentle sandpaper the thing was a red hot belt of pain, he turned me again kissing me and smoothly sliding his paws over my now encased rump, as the hand passed so the tiny teeth pierced the flesh and caused both an exciting and uncomfortable sensation, like a fakirs bed the points being so close together they created a strange sensation rather than individual points of pain. He asked me to describe the sensation, which I did my best to do, saying that “it was like a nettle sting only worse.” He seemed disappointed, asking if I could cope with it for a while, to which I said that “I thought I could,” again he seemed disappointed. He attached lengths of cord to my wrist and ankle cuffs then d****d me over the ...
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