1. 3 A Dairy conversion Part 3


    Date: 1/4/2016, Categories: BDSM, Group Sex, Hardcore, Author: alibodge, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    taking off the handcuffs a cord linked the soft leather wristlets, and she was soon in the hook of the lift soon on tiptoe, and unable to see her breathing increased its pace, anticipation being every-thing we left her as she had left us, and spent a long twenty minutes, preparing a meal in our slow cooker. Sam lit the candles and we approached our victim on tiptoe and in silence. Unexpected the first drip`s were onto her nipples, which caused a jerk of epic proportions through her body and a deep groan. Sam removed the hood revealing Ann`s face blinking in the unaccustomed spotlight. In Sam`s hand appeared a rat trap he gently pulled the nipples of both her breasts together for me to hold, then oh so very gently he lowered the spring to secure her as she had us, she began to moan, so I asked if she wanted a gag, “perhaps later” she whispered as I tipped the melted candle wax onto her breasts causing her to jerk and twitch in her bonds with a scream. We played with her lovely breasts with the wax for some time until her whispered “enough” We left her hanging there though we did remove the trap and putting on jackets we then went out to the workshops, to collect her birthday present a rocking horse which I had made for her. Outwardly an adult version of a c***d`s rocking horse painted black and white, complete with head mane and tail; the only difference being rather than a conventional saddle, along its back was a short length of 4” angle iron, its back upwards. Her eyes lit ...
    up partly with fear partly with expectation and partly I hoped in thanks. We took a leg each and slid the horse under her leaving her well clear of the horse dangling over what was to be a really pain-filled ride. I set the clock markers one for the ten o`clock point and one for the ten thirty point her eyes watched the hands intensely, she knew what they meant. The third I set for another 5 minutes. She asked in a whisper for a gag so Sam fetched hers and fitted it for her. The finger of the minute hand clicked restlessly up to the hour, we lowered her till her lips just touched the metal saddle, she recoiled as if to back away but Sam read to her from the menu; my greatest wish is regardless of my tears or my plea’s to be made to ride the horse for as long as I able to bear plus a while, I spent a second or two opening her cleft and Sam lowered her a little further until most of her body weight rested on her softest tenderest parts finally allowing her to have her full weight and her arms barely taking slack, she now had the choice pull upon her arms and save her softer parts or rest and the whole weight would come onto her in the most painful way. Sam and I made coffee and then sat watching her exquisite dilemma as the clock relentlessly ticked. By the twentieth minute tears were freely running down the face, her moans were continuous whimpers, broken by moans as she tried in vain to pull herself up from the saddle her strength ebbing away. As the hands hit the 30 minute ...
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