Tangledskein
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- Oct 13, 2003
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"but...but my husband....I...I am...ooohhh!" I have pulled upon your light green top, sliding it over your head, and letting it pool on the step of the stile, about your tied hands. Your breasts swing freely in the warmth of the afternoon sun. You hear a couple walking in the woods behind us, and look round nervously, but your nipples are now fully erect, betraying you, begging for what is to come.This makes me wet...
My soft caresses about the acorn sized nubs of erectile tissue, make you pant softly, "Ahh, Ahhh...oww, please no, my...my husband..." You say again. I ignore you, as I place the nipple clamps about your taut, hard erections, tightening them until you begin to squeal. But at the same time, you start to squirm, trying to push your pubis against the cross bar of the stile.
I stand back, and take some pictures, then one by one, add the weights to the chain, connecting the nipple clamps together, watching as your nipples and breasts are painfully tormented and teased. "Don't worry about your husband. He is not here. I am. But he will get to see all that I do to you, when I send him these pictures."
"Nooo!" You cry.
I laugh, as I jump back over the stile and admire the view, taking some more images. Your long legs, and pert, firm bottom are displayed to perfection. However, there are a couple of final touches that I need to make. So I kneel behind you, grasping a naked ankle and fastening the rope about it. I pull on your leg slightly before tying it to the fence post to your left. Then reaching across I do the same to the other ankle, trussing you completely, with your legs spread apart. You are now fully secured and at my compete disposal.
"You asked what I would do to you." I laughed rather wickedly.
"Wha....what....are you going to do to me?"