Isabelle (reality, slow, nosex, b&d, humil)

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Disclaimer: This story contains graphic descriptions of

sex . It is definitely NOT for anyone under 21 or who is

offended by such material. This story is not fiction and

any resemblance to anyone dead or alive is definitely

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Isabelle

Isabelle has a husband and I have a wife. Neither of them know about us.

How do you keep your sub in bondage without her skin showing any marks?

In the beginning, I tried to be clever, using thick cord to tie thumbs and big toes.

We started like this, with a hog-tie and a ring gag, but even this left marks along her cheeks.

I tried a single-arm glove but this marks her shoulders. A pair of cuffs around the elbows works.

For our next assignation I added a speculum and Isabelle wore her most severe corset.

This became the key to our future meetings; her attire was more radical each time.

And every session became a perverted game of medical devices and unseen discomforts.

We became experts in the use of root ginger or maybe toothpaste.

For our last meeting she wore T-strap shoes with tiny padlock clasps and a long leather hobble skirt.

I sent her into the hotel bar ahead of me and then I reveled in her embarrassment.

I waited for what seemed an age, until the first approach from a lecherous traveler.

Her submissive demeanour and her obvious sexual excitement captivated him.

I joined them at the bar and vied for her attention, as if we’d never met.