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Subject: Title story: "Tender Wife, Tender Life?" Author: Warlock 102476344
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Tender Wife, Tender Life?
My wife and I don't get out much. We're usually hanging around at home with the
kids. Although we have a large number of friends, we usually don't entertain
much. Our personal pursuits are private, and we don't want our friends to know
what really turns us on.
We used to be into wife-swapping, but that was years ago before sexually
transmitted diseases became deadly. Now if you stick something where it doesn't
belong, it won't fall off if you're unlucky. No, now you'll die! So Beth and I
got out of the swinging scene at a good time.
We're still a horny couple, and we take our pleasure in each other. I'm
into bondage and discipline, and Beth is my willing slave. Sound kinky?
Yep, real kinky.
Let me tell you about last night. I had just gotten home from work, and I was
irritated at the traffic. My wife met me at the door with a smile, and welcomed
me home. The kids were playing in the spare room, and wouldn't come out until
dinnertime.
"How's dinner coming?"
"It should be done in about 40 minutes." she said.
"Then we have some time. Come with me." I marched her out to the garage,
picking up the video gear from a closet that we passed. She shed her apron and
walked before me. Her shapely ass swiveled enticingly under the tight jeans
that she wore.
After setting up the camcorder to catch all of the action, I began by tying her
hands together in front of her. I placed two orange crates on the floor at her
feet. "Stand on these SLAVE." She obediently stepped up on the orange crates
with little hesitation. I got another length of rope and attached it to her
bound wrists. Then I pulled her wrists up over her head. The rope ran through a
pulley attached to a rafter overhead, and I tightened the rope, pulling her
wrists higher into the air. The boxes I had placed three feet apart, causing her
legs to spread. I knelt in between the boxes, and nibbled at her snatch through
the material of the jeans.
I quickly fastened a cuff to either of her ankles, and attached a rope to the
right one. I attached the other end of the rope to the righthand wall of the
garage. Then I undid the zipper on her jeans and swept her left foot off of the
box. I pulled both legs down and removed the pants from the left leg. I then
placed her foot back on the box. I attached the left cuff, and removed the right
one. Then the jeans could be taken off completely. Through all of this, Beth
merely stood, although a wet spot was visible in the crotch of her panties.
I pulled Beth's tank top up to expose her large breasts. She tapes in at
slightly over 43 inches through the chest, and each breast is easily the size of
a sixteen-inch softball. Her nipples are dark brown, and are easily the size of
champagne corks when they are erect, with areolas two inches in diameter. She
shook her body slightly and her tits swayed mightily. I loved those boobs they
were just the right size for breast bondage.
I walked over to my box of toys and selected the first torment of the evening.
Spring-clamp clothespins were especially nasty when applied to the nipples. I
selected two new ones. She begged me not to use them. "Please don't put the
clothespins on my nipples Master. It hurts sooooo much. I'll do anything that
you want, but please, not the clothespins."
Her eyes pleaded with him, but he knew that she secretly wanted the pins. She
begged him just to inflame his desire more. "I'll give her what she NEEDS!" he
thought. And he attached first one, then the other to her erect nipples.
Her moans of pain were loud, and her gagged her quickly to prevent the scream
that he knew was building in her throat. As soon as the gag was in place, a
muffled scream came forth, unbidden, but not unexpected. "I think that you're
ready for the next step SLAVE!"
I tore the panties off of her, exposing her shaved mound. Beth kept her snatch
completely ...
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