1. Exposing Cindy - Chapter 2 - Bound to be Fucked


    Date: 9/15/2015, Categories: Anal, Author: submissivemom72, Rating: 27, Source: LushStories

    remained silent for several seconds. He was obviously processing what to share with me, and what should remain unsaid. I knew full well that he was not withholding information in an attempt to manipulate me or to get me to agree to his plans under false pretense. Jim knew that I would submit to his will and do whatever he asked of me. I always had. No, Jim was deciding what level of information, coupled with uncertainty, would stimulate my psyche' most effectively. I don't expect the readers to understand or appreciate the complexity of my relationship with Jim; you likely are thinking that this is a bizarre relationship. Perhaps you are correct; but it worked for us. After twenty three years of marriage, and nearly twenty five years of sharing me with other men, Jim knew how my mind worked far too well. Jim could always find a way to strike the perfect balance between leaving me embarrassed and humiliated at the level of exposure and submission he demanded, while still ensuring that no one disrespected me. Jim knew how to expose and humiliate me while making me feel desirable and respected. It is hard to explain, but the balance was very delicate, and Jim knew precisely how to find that balance. Finally, Jim said, "Baby, I am going to have you kneel on that pillow, and lean forward, across the ottoman. Then I am going to tie your wrists to the legs of the coffee table, immobilizing you. Then I will blindfold you, so you will not know precisely who is doing what to you. I am ...
    going to sit here in this chair, in front of you, watching. I may have you suck on me while they fuck you. I will see how the afternoon unfolds." "They?" I said with a noticeable panic in my voice. "Yes, our friend asked if he could bring a buddy. I was sure you wouldn't mind, so I told him yes," Jim said with a smirk. "Jim! This is too much. It's bad enough to let one person fuck me and not let me know who it is..." I protested, but did not actually finish my sentence. I could feel myself growing wet as I visualized being blindfolded and tied over the ottoman, naked and vulnerable, unable to do anything but accept any intrusion and any penetration that my audience attempted. And I would not even know who was doing what. "Jim, who is this other person?' "It's his wife. She wants to watch her husband fuck you." "Jim, I can't...you mean I know her too?" My head was spinning. I could feel my heart literally pounding in chest. Jim had made it very clear since my first encounter with the stranger, that I not only knew him, but that I saw him regularly, hence, it was reasonable to assume that I also knew his wife. The thought that both he and his wife would know what a nasty little slut I was, but I would have no idea who they were was terribly unsettling. "Yes, you have met her on several occasions. You will see her again. But she has been sworn to keeping our little secret just that; secret," Jim said, taunting me. "Jim, I can't do this...I mean...I don't know... you say I know ...
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