1. pt 1 The Weekend


    Date: 12/16/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: alibodge, Rating: , Source: xHamster

    Piercing and Marking with cane 1700 Pack and leave Home about 1800 dependent on traffic Sex, in own bed (before hubby as he has requested.) It was oh so clinical she reread it again, then again as she would perhaps a hundred times during the long night ahead. He lowered her wrists on the chains then produced the tack filled bar and slid it between her legs, two ropes supported the thing, it was not touching her body at all but she knew that as her muscles tired it would be a contest between them or the pain of that awful bar. He now added what would prove to be the ultimate torment, a soft clip caressed each labia lip, a light chain and a small empty bucket hung below the tack bar from the chains. She re read the poster it said with weights, did the little bucket count as weights? She pondered that as he lowered the light to a low glow Set his alarm then settled his body on the bed with a smile, wishing her sweet dreams and quickly dozing off. An hour passed, two, she had no idea of the time, her arms aching from the unnatural position, her legs began to become uncomfortable the small bricks not allowing her to move a lot to relive her aching muscled, she began to flag a little, the tick of his old alarm clock regular like a metronome, TICK, TICK, TICK, the invisible to her hands moving on oh so slowly TICK, TICK, TICK, GOT TO THINK OF SOMETHING ELSE she told herself, desperately she re-read the schedule, trying to understand his thinking; weights? Had he forgotten? He began ...
    to snore, oblivious to her pained position, she hated him at that moment, shear bl**dy hate, and how dare he put her in this awful position. The clock ticked on regularly TICK, TICK, TICK, god she thought I need a pee, TICK, TICK, TICK. Suddenly she realised the significance of the tiny bucket, she reread the schedule, weights, with weights it said, the fiendish bastard. And she was full of that blasted juice he had so innocently offered the subtle bastard; she could never last all night she knew. She relaxed her legs, the immediate effect was red hot pain from the spiked bar between her legs she quickly straightened her legs again, the pain returned to her calves. Perhaps one leg, she slewed her weight onto the right one of her painful legs, stretching the left, the tack bar slumped against the top of the standing leg as did the bucket, stretching the right leg, bliss, but the spikes scratching at the inside of her thigh, and the increased pressure on the left calf, doubled the intensity of the pain. Change to the right leg, the reverse effect and she was soon backing onto both her legs. Tick, Tick, Tick the clock facing him passed away the time, she unable to see the face had no idea of the hours she had stood. Perhaps her muscles would ease if she sat on the spikes, something like the fakir`s bed with multi points or nettles not hurting if you were firm with them. She decided to try. Bending her knees oh so slowly pins and needles first, getting stronger as the weight came ...
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