My husband walked around behind me, took something from the table, it was a collar, he carefully put it on me from behind, there was a small ring in front of the collar. I thought I’d put a collar on like a doggie, and I didn’t even squeak, and something pleasantly jerked below, there appeared some pleasant excitement that I hadn’t known before. Holding me by the shoulders from behind, he turns me around, clings the leash by the ring in the collar and leads me to the table. Now I’m exactly a doggy lead on a leash, I thought. I walked around the table a couple of times, leading me so little, he led me to a tight table. Facing the table. He bent, spread my legs as wide as possible and attached to the cuffs that were on the table legs from the bottom, then he walked around me gently pulled the leash, I bent down so that my head just turned out and rested right in the groin of my beloved. And I understood why an oval cut in the tabletop is needed, as my own, my breasts fell in 3 sizes. I still thought how everything is prudent, so as not to create discomfort, so that I wouldn’t press my chest. But it turned out later that not only for this, but more on that later.

I lie on the table with my chest down, my legs are wide apart and well fixed, my hands are back handcuffed, I can move my legs a maximum of 1-2 cm and then if I put in the effort, it is convenient for me, but my movements are very limited, I start to get a little excited. The husband gets in front of me, squats down on his haunches, lifts my head by the chin with his hand, looks into my eyes ... I tell him he starts to like this game, I want you to fuck me right now. He abruptly gives me a gentle slap in his right hand (not so much a painful as insulting) and now says nothing depends on you, keep your opinion with you, I will decide when and to whom to fuck you and whether to fuck at all today. From these words, from the offensive slap I was a little bit ofigel, opened my mouth to object as he immediately inserts a red ball-gag to me and quickly tightens his neck so that I would not have time to push him out of my mouth. My eyes are surprised, enlarged, I'm ready to interrupt the game, the excitement disappeared like a hand. And he tells me this so that you would not speak and tell when and how to fuck me. I tried to moo something, but all unsuccessfully. It looks like my humming his contrary amused. I tried to stand on tied legs, as my arms behind my back were theoretically allowed to do so, but my beloved pressed my back a little quickly to my original position. My husband, standing in front of my face pulling me from behind a braid, gave me a couple of slaps in the face, saying this to you for trying to stand up, the slaps were not painful, rather offensive, ringing, I silently grunted and relaxed, lowered my head down resigned to my piquant, captive position. Directing my gaze down, I again saw this little ring in the floor just under my chest. And for what it is, why he attached it to the floor, spinning in my head. But that was only the beginning...

I am lying and I think that this is all for nonsense, I am a modest girl here with cancer chained to the table with a gag in my mouth and my husband does not even fuck me ?! He removes the handcuffs with the key, I think everything, that's all he wanted, yeah, I was dreaming ...) He removes the handcuffs, starts to undress me ... Tightens my blouse, leaving only my black bodice, but already restricts my hands to the front legs of the table for the same cuffs. He does the same with my skirt, freeing one leg, then the other, and then returning them to the starting position. I am lying on this table as before, the only difference is that the hands are fixed in front and I am in the same underwear, stockings, panties, bodice, and all ...I immediately feel the pleasant material of the upholstery of the table on my naked body. He comes up to my face and asks if I want to drink? I nod my head. He says that he will remove the gag if I remain silent so that I do not say anything, for the next time I forbid you to talk, give you a drink and then return the gag to its place. I nod my head. He takes off the gag, I lick, develop the jaw from the habit of constantly finding this red and scarlet ball in my mouth, drink orange juice through a straw with a glass in his hand, nod my head and he understands that the gag is time to return to the place. Then he sat down in a chair and lit a cigarette, for about five minutes I looked at him and tried to guess what he had prepared for me further ...

He got up from the chair and went up to the table with his personal belongings, took a knife from him and came up to me, started driving on the back, the bottom, thighs, and ran a couple of times on the cheek, neck ... I shivered from cold steel. Then he pushes the knife under the straps of her bra and sharply cuts them off, one second one. I shuddered a bit, it was not cheap clothes. Seeing in the mirror how my breasts fell out vulgarly, I would even say boobs, but so boobs fall out, I was a little ashamed in front of my husband, and he didn’t even pay attention to it. Now they were hanging out there, bra-free at the bottom. Looking in the mirror I thought, yes, but my chest is what I need, not for nothing that I was envied by my friends in my student years. Oddly enough, but I predicted that with panties, he will do the same. A moment and now I'm only in some stockings, panties fly to the same place where the bodice. He gets out of the bedside panties, but already leather, shows them to me and asks if he likes it. As for me, nothing unusual, but just where the anal passage is there is a slot for access to the entrance itself, and where the vagina is tight there, did not attach any importance to this, and the fastener on the sides of the panties is not clear for what, but how then I understood it very conveniently, take them off, put them on when your legs are well fixed.

He says that I will try them on soon. He comes up behind me and starts to caress my back, crush my buttocks, roughly even I would say, but I really want something today. A couple of times passes hand over my pussy, she is moistened, then bends down and a couple of times relish, sweet almost in a hickey kisses me at the hot spot at this very moment. It fits in front, hands below rudely rumples my chest, presses nipples with my fingertips and pulls on my nipples, it hurts me a little, but at the same time it is sweetly pleasant. A little excitement starts to cover me again. He again bypasses me, pulls out a vibrating egg from his pocket and slowly begins to shove it into my sweet cave, having done his job, he puts on me those leather panties, and accordingly they began to hold that vibrating egg very tightly. Coming up to me from the front, he defiantly pulls out the remote control, turns it on to the middle level, and distorts me like a shock from surprise, I jerked my arms and legs, but I could not move them more than a centimeter. Could lift a little, having bent, a breast, but it as it turned out then too was for a while. After five minutes, I begin to moan languidly, already well excited. He reduces the speed to a minimum, leaving only sweetly aching sensations, takes the butt plug from the table and shows it to me. I think about God, I have never had anal sex before, I can’t take it, and I don’t want it, and I start shaking my head to the side. He stops my head with my head by the chin and a couple of voiced weak slaps force me to shake my head to the left to the right, and up and down, thus showing my agreement, that is, yes, I am ready to accept this tail with a cork, at first glance of large dimensions)

He bypasses the back, lubricates the cork with gel and slowly begins to inject me into my little virgin hole. I hurt a little, but tolerated. He says if you sore a fist on your left hand, give a sign, I endure, I will endure, I will not give up).A couple of minutes of effort and the cork climbs completely, as if the butt was sucking this cork, only the tail is visible. He throws this tail on my back and enjoys how he slowly falls off his back and hangs ... Read more →