I was so absorbed in everything I saw and in my erotic fantasies that I did not immediately hear a persistent phone call. “Hello,” I said, my voice hoarse from the feelings that had overwhelmed me.

At the end of the wire there was a small pause, the caller apparently did not recognize me, and then I heard Oleg: “Hello, bachelor! Thank you for such a generous gift! Irka - just lovely! I hope you have already familiarized yourself with my first video reports and managed to make sure that your faithful is in good hands and, in spite of a rather non-standard appeal, receives real pleasure from him. ”

“Yes, I noticed it. Only you are easier there with her, especially with your hooks, weights and whips! ”, I replied with a sternly stern tone to the“ slave owner ”and, holding my breath, I waited for an answer.

“Do not worry, sir, everything will be OK!”, Oleg laughed. “The day after tomorrow you will get it back safe and sound. Chao! ”And he hung up.

A third and, as it turned out later, the same guard brought me the last tape. He silently pointed to my questions about his wife at the tape and, with a sly wink, like an old friend, quickly withdrew.

Literally a minute later, my gaze was riveted to the TV screen, on the screen of which appeared my still naked spouse, but already freed from the shackles and steel hooks. She was brought into the house and carefully lowered into a foam-covered bath. She smiled blissfully and cast her tormentors around with apparently inviting looks. But the rules of the game have changed - if only recently they treated her like the last whore, now they are like the real queen. With soft sponges, the remnants of male, horse and dog sperm were washed away with it, gently treated with antiseptic punctures from hooks on the nipples and labia, smeared the whole body with some kind of ointment and incense, transferred to the fireplace room and laid on a huge velvet sofa embroidered with French royal lilies . Drunk alcohol, numerous intercourse and sexual torture, together with relaxing water procedures, did their job, and after a few minutes my wife, cozily curled up, slept sweetly.

The following shots, apparently, were shot after a few hours.

Oleg and the returning owner of the mansion settled on the sofa on either side of Irina and gently kissed her neck, chest, stomach and thighs, and their hands caressed the clitoris and swollen labia, similar to the petals of a large pink flower. His wife's eyes were closed, but long eyelashes fluttered at every touch of male fingers, and her wet lips quietly whispered: “Yes, yes, yes: More, more:”

Soon, unable to withstand the wave of desire that had swept over her, my spouse wrapped her long elegant fingers with so different in shape, but equally tense members of her “lovers”, and began kissing them, licking and sucking. Feeling that they are close to orgasm, she brought them closer to her eagerly open mouth and earned her hands even more and more rhythmically. After a few seconds, two fountains of hot white sperm abundantly watered her face, and the men, uttering animal sounds of incredible pleasure, sat back helplessly against the back of the sofa.

But my wife, who came to taste, swallowed cum in her mouth and, shamelessly spreading her legs, continued her love games. With one hand, Irina voluptuously stroked her small breasts, and with the other she caressed the clitoris, vagina and anus. Finally, with a sharp movement, she plunged her wet hand into her bosom, gave a guttural cry, and her body was shaken by a powerful orgasm.

But even after that the wife could not calm down and literally begged the host and Oleg: “I want, I want you! Take me! I am your slave, your whore, your bedding! I'll do whatever you want for you! ”

“No,” the owner replied, shaking his head.“You used to be the last whore here, and now you are a princess and you will be commanding yourself in this house!” He continued and clapped his hands loudly.

On the threshold of the fireplace room, two girls immediately appeared with their heads humbly lowered. They were completely naked, except for wide dog collars and leather bracelets on the wrists and ankles, connected by steel chains. One of them, a long-legged, big-breasted beauty with a shock of copper-red hair, was holding in her hands a silver bucket with two sweaty bottles of "Veuve Clicquot." The second, elegant miniature brunette with aspen waist and short boyish haircut, hardly supported the dish with a mountain of the most exotic fruits.

The owner pointed them to the coffee table in front of the sofa with a sovereign gesture, and the girls, finely shackled with their bare feet, dutifully approached and placed their burden on the mirror surface of the table. While my wife was consuming the fruit with visible pleasure, washing it down with icy champagne, the concubines sat quietly at her feet, not even daring to look up at their newly appeared mistress. At the same time, I noticed that identical tattoos in the form of multi-colored butterflies flaunt on the elastic buttocks of the girls. As I understood a little later, it was a kind of personal stigma, which the owner of the mansion "methyl" his slaves.

After giving my wife some time to get enough, the owner picked up a bottle of champagne and began to pour a thin stream of golden liquid foaming from skin contact with a thin stream and signaled the girls to come closer. They immediately crawled to the sofa and began eagerly to lick the feet, ankles and small elegant fingers of Irina.

Soon their tongues and lips crept up the slim legs of my wife, who closed her eyes from this sweet flour. Her breasts heaved noisily, and muffled cries and moans broke from the lips constantly licked from the unprecedented excitement of the lips.

The brunette's tongue was the first to reach his wife's clitoris, and she worked so skillfully for them that after half a minute Irkino shook her body from a violent orgasm. With a little breath, the wife hugged her new girlfriends and gratefully kissed them on the lips.

But this women's idyll did not last long. Four completely naked security guards surrounded the sofa. They were extremely excited by all they saw, and their members were strained to the limit.

With the tacit consent of the owner, the guys literally pounced on the slaves chained in chains, who did not even think of resisting. On the contrary, the girls happily surrendered to the muscular male hands. They were fucked in all holes, which in a few minutes oozed thick sperm mixed with female secretions. Then whips, whips, vibrators, artificial phalluses, steel clips and clothespins, large stearin candles and short rubber truncheons, sometimes the most unexpected, unimaginable objects of sophisticated sexual torture, went into action. So, for example, the vengeful tormentors with might and main put the coffee table on its side and, forcing the red-haired beauty to stand on all fours, they drove one of the legs of the table into her anus smeared with some kind of cream. At first, she screamed in pain, but after receiving several biting blows with a long leather whip, she began to rhythmically fuck an inanimate “lover”.

At the same time, slender brunette silently demolished no less brutal mockery. A bunch of pretty big Japanese balls was pushed into her charming ass, and a bottle of champagne was poured into the vagina, and she herself obediently sucked a member of the master dog who had recently appeared in the hall. The dog happily wagged its tail and greedily licked a girl's belly and a smoothly shaved crotch.

My wife, being in the role of a bystander, nevertheless received real pleasure from this crazy orgy. Her fingers tirelessly caressed the clitoris, which was swollen like a pink bud, and from time to time plunged deep into a completely wet vagina. She had already finished four times, but could not stop. However, the same thing I could say about myself.Oh, how I wanted my wife, how eagerly I was to merge with her in a dizzying sexual ecstasy!

It seems that the owner with Oleg experienced similar feelings, but not from the type of enforced slaves, but looking at my wife, who was burning with passion.

But soon all the guys - participants of the orgy were exhausted, and completely tortured girls were dragged out of the hall.

Irina spent them in a blurred look, in which both regret and lust were read.

The owner and Oleg attentively followed my wife, slowly stroking their still tense “tools” ...

“What about dessert, princess?” The host asked jokingly.

The second invitation was not required. The wife immediately ran up to the men and, dropping to her knees, began, with ecstasy, to masturbate and suck their pulsating limbs. At the same time, she occasionally glanced at the expression of their faces, apparently, in order to determine the degree of arousal of each of her lovers and synchronize the work of her hands and lips. And she succeeded! They finished at the same time, having irrigated her happy face with tumultuous streams of life-giving nectar.

This ended the last tape.

"Slave" returned the next day. As soon as the bell rang, I jerked open the front door. On the threshold stood my wife in a long black raincoat, and behind her back a smiling Oleg.

"Hello my friend! Take your treasure, ”he said and took off his cloak from Irina.

She looked breathtaking! In a silk evening dress from "Chanel" and in elegant shoes "Gucci". The only thing that reminded her of her recent slave fate was the steel handcuffs on her thin wrists. Oleg silently handed me the keys to the chains and retreated, good-bye, gently kissing Irina on the lips.

As soon as the door closed behind him, I warmly embraced my wife and, covering her neck and shoulders with kisses, unzipped my dress with trembling fingers, and it slipped to her ankles.

There was no underwear on her, but through her nipples and labia were pulled metal rings connected by two long chains.

“What is it ?!”, I asked with imitated surprise, although I understood very well that in this original way the “torturers” wanted to keep the punctures from steel hooks.

“I hope you weren't treated very rudely?”

“No, my dear,” Irina replied, embarrassedly smiling, and after a brief pause she passionately whispered: “I want you !:”

Only then I realized that my beloved one does not even realize that I am aware of all her “adventures” captured on video. But it turned out that not all!

I captured my wife with some kind of violent youthful passion, but at the same time as an insatiable animal, yearning for my female. And she gave herself to me literally every cell of her flexible body, all without a trace. Our desire was so strong and all-consuming that we could not get enough of each other, it seemed, for ages. One orgasm was replaced by another, but we all could not stop. We have not experienced such a mad passion in our entire long-term matrimonial life.

Finally, we lay down on the pillows in exhaustion, and I gladly lit it. Irina reached for a bottle of cola, standing on the bedside table, and only at this moment I saw on her ass a colorful butterfly - the mark of her recent owner!

Since then, our lives have changed dramatically, but that's another story.