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My Bondage History Part 3 by The Bitch
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My Bondage History
Part 3
by The Bitch
Following the lovemaking session that had me spreadeagled on
the bed, our experiences became more and more adventurous. After
purchasing a few "B&D" magazines, Charlie got the idea that I
should be properly dressed for our bondage sessions. Instead of
being bound nude to the bed, he had me dress in exotic lingerie
and other bizarre clothing before he would discipline me and
then make love to me.
First I wore a dainty little peek-a-boo nightie and crotch
less panties, and he tied my hands together behind my back.
Leaning me over the kitchen table, he tied my ankles to the table
legs, and spanked me, teasing me with his belt, and stroking the
insides of my thighs and my crotch until I was gasping and
panting with arousal. Then he entered me roughly, and began
plunging his member in and out of my cunt, all the while stroking
my clit with his finger and thumb. He slowed his pumping while
he brought me to the edge of orgasm time and time again, and when
I could wait no longer, he plunged deep inside me and we both
came, shuddering and moaning, over and over again.
He pulled out of my cunt, dried himself off, and mixed
himself a drink. He pulled a chair over to the end of the table
and sat down to enjoy his drink and read the newspaper. I was
furious and I let him know. I was still draped over the other
end of the table, tired and thirsty, and wanted to be released.
He made some comment about needing peace and quiet to read, and
left the room. He returned in a minute holding a black leather
contraption. I had all kinds of straps, and in the middle of the
straps was a long thick piece of rubber shaped like a penis. He
grabbed my hair and pulled back until I was forced to open my
mouth, and then he shoved the rubber penis in my mouth as far as
it would go. It almost hit the back of my throat, it was so
long. Then he arranged the leather straps around my head, and
pulled them tight. The rubber penis was pushed even further into
my mouth so that I could hardly make a sound. Well, I guess my
gurgling and grunting noise still bothered him. Charlie got out
his little hand air-pump, hooked it up to the front of the gag,
and did a few quick plunges with the handle of the pump. The
rubber penis filled with air, expanding and filling every crevice
in my mouth, making my tongue immovable, and preventing any sound
at all from coming out of my mouth. He spent a leisurely hour
enjoying his drink and newspaper in peace before finally
releasing me.
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