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From a faithful wife to a cuck`s sub.

Date: 11/6/2017, Categories: BDSM, First Time, Author: alibodge, Rating: 50, Source: xHamster

because I was so turned on, I knew I liked being held down and I wanted to try this as I saw it as another step. He sat down on the end of the bed a couple of feet away and unsmilingly told me to go and undress my hubby. This was a surprise to both me and Andy, but I did as commanded I took off his shirt vest, socks and Andy compliantly stood as finally I slid off his trousers and underpants. His prick was stiff by then and he was told to sit down in silence. Andy and my own eyes met in a silent questioning gaze as we awaited the next command. It came softly, Ray telling me to return to my position and as I did so I became unable to take my eyes from the man now firmly in charge as he pointed to a bedside cupboard, “fetch the bag” he said, I did as bade fetching a small but bulging canvas bag, from which Ray he took four large cable ties. Handing them to me, saying I was to secure Andy at ankles’ and wrists to the chair. I could see Andy was not over happy at that and as I went over to him, Ray reassured him that it was just for the start and more as a token than real and that he would be freed in a short while. I fitted them first the wrist`s, then the ankle`s and token or not I could see no help coming from that quarter even if my husband had wanted too, his tool standing stiffly to attention and his eyes fixed firmly on me. With those in place I was told to return to my position and remove my top, again there was the scrutiny of my body. This time a steady gaze giving ... nothing away from his seat on the bed end. “Now the skirt” It dropped to the floor, I now felt I was powerless to refuse this man anything. “Stockings”, again the hold ups went in a second my eyes never leaving his, deep eyes piercing, hypnotic and controlling. The next item I knew would be revealing my 32 b cup breasts to his gaze, my breasts have not been seen by many men, and this stranger who we had met but half an hour ago was about to see them at his single word command. There was a pause, you could have heard a pin drop, the single word ‘BRA’ and my hands without hesitation went to the clasp, the small black item dropping from my shoulders and releasing the pale soft flesh to his gaze, I could feel my nipples stiffen under his stare, I straightened thrusting my now pert breasts out in a show of defiance. He took his time, Remove the last item and keep them in your hand, Again as if under his control I realised the tiny knickers were descending my legs and that it was my hands doing the removal, one leg then the other stepped from the panties and they hung from my sweating paw as again I stood defiant legs slightly apart for him to peruse my most intimate area. “Your wet” the voice echoed round the room like an accusation, “wipe yourself with those pants”. Again my hands betrayed me, quickly wiping deep into my sex, removing the tell tale evidence of my willingness. “AGAIN.” Those traitorous hands did there automaton act once more, the knickers now wet with my juices. “Roll ...