1. the teacher [2]


    Date: 10/31/2014, Categories: BDSM, Author: alibodge, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    wispy matching knickers, and it was not till she stepped into them that I saw the tiny pins facing inward that the things were studded with, her face was a mask as she said she knew and understood his need to inflict pain on her body, (though I must admit I still needed educating to really understand it all) together we slid the wisp of lace into place, I was glad I was not wearing the thing and she took a little extra time making sure her clitoris huge and oversize was as comfortable as she could make it twix the tiny points. Next came the bra, matching the other lace items, she leant forward and allowed her lush breasts to dangle as I eased the cups into place, she then stood as I secured the straps for her. She said she knew he was saving the basque till she would have the dog for me, she understood what his devious mind was like she said. Together we eased her blouse, a pale red one onto her upper body, and then we wrapped a longish grey skirt around her hips before the final item, a jumper in a cheerful red colour that she remarked cheerfully would at least not show any bl**d. By now my old todger was so stiff I was finding life uncomfortable, as she led me back to her sadistic husband every step for her causing discomfort from the pins. His smile was from ear to ear as she turned and allowed him to see the effect of the assembled clothing, I helped jack from his seat and together we toddled to the car, sitting jack in the front seat as Marion with the dog locked up ...
    Marion slid oh so gently into the back seat, presenting her wrists so I could secure her by slipping the handcuffs on her wrists, the dog slipped into the seat beside her and we where soon off. We drove for a few miles till jack pointed to a side road leading up to the downs, the last few yards were over rough ground and must have been purgatory for Marion, sitting as she was on a bed of pins like some fakir of old. We parked the car and Jack pointed to the top of the nearby hillock perhaps a mile away, grunted go and we taking the dog set off for the indicated hill top , jack sitting observing from the best seat in the house the front of the car! The dog wandered along oblivious of the pain each step was causing his mistress, there was also the humiliation of the obvious handcuff`s on her wrists in front of her, as there was a number of walkers some with dogs on the downs path. One even stopped us a couple in a track suits with curious eyes that looked askance of me as he asked what we were about! I smiled sweetly and said the first thing I could think of, “that she was revisiting the scene of her crime!” As we resumed walking along, he grunted something to his wife about a latter-‘day Mira Hindley’ and they jogged on taking to my relief, no further interest. We arrived at the monument at the top of the hillock, I took yet another photograph, offering to sit a while and get our breath back, she shook her head, saying she did not want to sit at all it was just too painful, so we ...
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