1. The Longing


    Date: 10/20/2015, Categories: BDSM, Hardcore, Mature, Author: matureamateur, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    lens as the cameraman follows the two men through the gloom into another much brighter large subterranean looking room. I’m a little anxious, I’ve never seen two men ‘attend’ to Mya’s needs before - only the Mater and his cameraman. It's a large foreboding space with cement walls and ceilings, maybe fifteen feet high, timber frames are attached to one wall and a long, wide shelf takes the weight of his 'tools of the trade', various whips, floggers and canes together with trays of surgical equipment and various items in plastic packets. The camera pans round to the right and my heart jumps in my chest, I immediately see an unforgiving white halogen light trained on Mya's restrained body in the middle of the room. I shudder and take a sharp intake of breath my senses are on full alert as the image jerks a little as it adjusts - having the cameraman move around is so much better than the fixed camera he usually uses. The thousands of pixels on my screen display the bright sharp image... Mya's pale dejected fleshy body secured to a familiar St. Georges cross. She is no stranger to the glossy smooth, dark timbers in the shape of an &#034x&#034 with Velcro bands holding her wrists and ankles tight against the frame and separate wide straps cutting tightly into her fleshy thighs. For a fleeting moment she almost looks like she's being crucified. I have seen this ancient looking heavy cross before, It's attached by ropes and pulleys to fixings in the ceiling to allow her body to be ...
    tilted or laid flat - the heavy timbers welcoming her back and caressing her vulnerable exposed body like an old friend. I wonder how many women or perhaps men have been restrained against these unrelenting timbers. Her arms are outstretched and straining at the cuffs, I can see stubble beginning to appear under her armpits and I can clearly see her tears of humiliation mixed with dark streaked mascara running down her face. Her milky white body looks unwashed and dirty and I can hear her softly moaning. As the camera pans in for a close-up shot the lens captures the anguish on her face. I reach out and touch the screen trying to connect to her somehow to wipe away her tears with my hand. I've watched her like this before, many times, over and over again an unsatisfied desire burning into my subconscious as I watch her.... two thousand miles away out of safety. My ‘contracted-out wife’ in conflict, enduring the intense 'corrections' of her master and his assistant, allowing tortures to be inflicted on her detached willing body, driving out her demons to who knows where... They say that punishment should be proportional to the deed and I can only begin to imagine what dark and shameful deeds Mya has done in her life to allow him to inflict this sort of treatment on herself. The punishment that leaves scars - mentally as well as physically. The cameraman pans out a little and I can see the master in the picture now dressed in black, almost benign and unassuming as he stands in ...
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