1. 45 From cheating housewife to who knows what? Pt3


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

    the same grey green and dull day, but me I could have walked on the garden pond so high was I. I knew I had found the best high I would ever find, and tomorrow he would be coming again or was that me... Wednesday, Steve called as usual, we screwed, it was lacking something, we both knew it, he left at his usual time, and I showered, ate brunch and waited, no call, not a peep. Just before one I sent him a text, asking what was wrong. My mind raced, was he finished with me? Had he had what he came for, and now gone? Would he tell my Jack? My mind did cartwheels, as I bit my lip and waited? The little phone buzzed its reply, I could hardly look....he was sorry ...oh god no...He had meant to be there but.......I have broken down and will not get finished in time today. .....A wave of relief washed over me, and I sat down hard. I was so elated. I sent ‘ok’ nothing more just that. Sometime later I began to wonder if it was just a ruse, and a put off, so I spent the night on edge wondering, I was up before Jack and saw him off, a nice fine day, an early breakfast did little for my already nervy mental state, so when the phone began to vibrate I near jumped from my skin. The message read; different van will be early, wear stockings, knickers and a peephole bra and be ready to go out in the garden. That was it, no please thank you or kiss my backside...I was over the moon though he had not finished with me and I would be ready....I also felt guilty for doubting him. I sent ‘OK’ and ...
    asked how early he would be, no answer, oh well he was coming that`s what mattered, I was dressed as asked by twelve o clock, in hold ups, and the dark green silk set jack had bought for my birthday, I sent ‘ready’ again getting no reply. He swept quietly up in a different van at twelve thirty, he practically ran to the door, as I threw it open and we were in each other`s arms. “bl**dy phone is going duff I`ll get a new one tomorrow” he growled. Then he turned, dug into his bag and presented me with a small parcel, my heart leapt, a present, I tore at the paper, and out fell a dog collar, and a lead there was a disk clipped to the collar it said EDDs SLAG. “From tomorrow you will always wear that, and the four wristlets, whenever you’re expecting me, understand?” I nodded, from his bag he brought handcuffs, which he proceeded to clip to my wrists in front of me. “Outside” he muttered, we went outside, we have a pergola, a big oriental style wooden one, running from the house out over Jacks pond and the surrounding path. I keep`s off the herons in these parts. Eddy produced a large nail and a hammer he made me reach upwards then drove the nail into the cross member, I was now stood arms above me unable to move. The feelings of the Tuesday bondage now flooded back, no blindfold or gag but I was his to play with all over again. The camera began to click its awful tune. The panties slid down and off in one deft movement, he knelt at my feet, within seconds his tongue began to flick ...
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