November 6th, 2006
Self Bondage story: Private Investigations
I love hearing women squeal! Never used to but I think I must be getting sadistic in my old age, I mean when you come across one naked, bound and bent over, what else are you supposed to do but slap her arse?
All I did was whisper,
“Hello darling!” in her ear, getting a whiff of her bath oils and her exquisite perfume as I did so and slapped that superb arse of hers.
And my wife, because it WAS my wife, when she’s out of her normal, every day, kit is quite something, believe me. Twenty years of marriage and she still looks like a teenager – in a good light of course.
So here she was, naked, arms in a pillory, legs in stocks, looking like something out of the middle ages. For a few moments I found myself wishing there was a cabbage or two, or maybe even a rotten tomato around!
This was all pretty High Tech though, all polished steel and spanking new locks.
Did I just say spanking?
Couldn’t help it really. See that gorgeous plump, rounded, backside just staring back at you and what else can you do?
I only gave her six – six on each cheek that is and she got the hang of it after a while. Knowing that I wouldn’t stop unless she was a good girl and started to count, as best she could, through the inflatable cock that was already in her mouth when I got there.
You need to see the scene in your mind’s eye, I guess, to appreciate it fully. Imagine a bare room with a polished wood floor and a large mirror on one wall. This room has been decorated recently but it also remains locked the whole time. The walls are not quite white, they’re one of these white with a hint of’s that you get these days. I think it was a hint of strawberry because it looked vaguely pink just like my gorgeous wife’s arse when I’d finished spanking it.
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