1. Dirty Little Secrets 8: On Display


    Date: 10/14/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: PervyStoryteller, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    kitchen, Catherine sees the chair and goes straight up to it, turning and sitting down. I place the camera on the tripod and check the screen. I adjust the positioning so that the scene I want is perfectly framed. I suppose I should stop the recording to avoid getting in the frame myself, but if I keep my back to the camera when I’m not standing, perhaps it will be alright. I’m sure the film can be edited. Suddenly I want everything recorded. I see nerves through the eyeholes, but also excitement such as I’ve never before seen in my wife. I walk up to her and take an arm, stretching it out. Catherine obediently holds her limb in place as I take one of the rolls of bondage tape and wind the stuff round her wrist and the table leg. It’s not at all as complicated as I feared it might be and I swiftly repeat the action with my wife’s other arm. Bending down with my back to the camera, I take the other roll and bind my wife’s legs to the chair legs. I suddenly realise that her wearing boots is not a great idea in this context, but it will have to do. Moving back to the camera I take a look. Catherine looks wonderful where she sits in the outfit, arms spread out and tied, legs tied, nervous and expectant eyes staring out from the hood. Is she my wife, or is she a fantasy? I move back to her, sliding my fingers over the top, where her nipples are standing to attention. Catherine gives a little squeak. Through the mask her eyes seem to be asking me why I’m not using the toys. I’m ...
    standing to one side of her, with my back to the camera, knowing that it’s catching everything of her. I reach out and flick the control for the egg she has in her vagina. The response is better than I could have expected. Catherine cries out and her body lifts slightly from the chair. I switch the vibrator off, watching her breathe through open mouth, her chest heaving. Then I make the egg vibrate again, a little faster this time. “Aaa-aa-aaaa-aaa-ooooh-aaa-aaa-oooh!” Catherine moans, sounding half in agony, half in ecstacy. I hadn’t expected her to get this worked up so quickly. She must have been very aroused beforehand. I repeat the process, switching the vibrations on and off, watching intently, enjoying the way Catherine’s body arches and she moans as the vibrations hum. She is my wife and yet she is also someone else entirely, someone who is at my mercy. I’ve never tied my wife up before, and in some senses she is not my wife, not now. She is a body, at my mercy, for me to do anything I like with, as far as her position will allow. When I switch the vibrator off, Catherine whispers something. “Please!” Her eyes are pleading inside the hood. “Please!” I give a quick blast, enjoying the way Catherine cries out and lets the full thrust of her need come out in a long whine. “Please!” Nipples strain under the gauzy fabric. I reach out to pinch them. Then I step back, just looking at Catherine, watching her fidget, as if she can’t bear to be without the sensation of those ...
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