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Much to my delight my wife agreed to be my bondage slave on the first weekend of each month, for six months. Everything unfolded in a very spontaneous manner. At the time I had no idea what "master" was going to demand of my new slave girl. I had a month to dream up something suitably wicked.
The first session started immediately. I bound her breasts (a first for her) and made certain she had a very pleasurable experience. I also had her chant "I belong to hubby and will do everything and anything hubby commands. Hubby will punish me if I disobey him.", This went on for about an hour before I unbound her. Vibrators are wonderful things. Of course, the question 'what next' occupied my thoughts for the next few weeks. I finally decided, that given her very shy nature, I would strip her of her modesty. Completely and totally. How far would she go? This was very much an open question and I intended to find out. Everything hinged on the next session. The second session started like the first one. I bound her breasts, and while she chanted I pleasured her with vibrators. Once I had her 'sexed up' and in an agreeable state of mind I dropped the first clue of her fate. I slid into her and after a couple of minutes said "Master is going to photograph you'. Involuntary she whimpered 'no'. A little role-playing later and she posed for her very first photos. There were a couple of problems. First, I was shaking like a leaf, second she hid her face. But still, it was a start. ![]() ![]() |
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The third session began like the previous one. For some reason however I had a devil of a time with the rope-work. She hesitated, but to her credit posed for several photos immediately after I bound her, including this delightful photo. ![]() After a few more similar photos, I dropped the next bomb-shell. "Master is going to expose every inch of your body, on the Internet". I even managed to capture her reaction: ![]() Again we started with some quality vibrator time. True to form, bound breasts + vibrator + chanting her servitude = pliable wife. I set the camera to take a picture a second while she got worked up. ![]() When I stood back to take the 'money shot' photos, she covered her face with her arm. Time for master to take control of his little slave girl. I mounted her, took a breast in each hand, bore down with my considerable weight, and pounded for a solid 5 minutes. I paused and took a quick shot of her now flattened breasts. ![]() "Is master going to have to punish you, or are you ready?" Her reply "punish me". Again I mounted her with a breast in each hand, looked at the clock and thought '15 min'. Now, 15 min may not sound like a long time. But consider, her breasts are crushed, numb and cold. She came at least 10 min ago and is drying out. I had to pace myself not to cum, I also didn't want her to get wet again, Slow measured strokes brought her to a place where she whimpered on each stroke in and gasped with each stroke out. Exquisite. I looked at the clock, 10 min to go. There was no way she could endure 10 more minutes. I revised my mental timeline to 7 min and told her to start chanting. She tried, but she was too busy whimpering and gasping. When the time came, I asked if she was ready to expose herself to the Internet. She nodded no. Sensing she wasn't ready I countered with "I'll cover your eyes so nobody can recognize you". "Yes", she said. I stood up, and took a quick picture. I noticed she hid her face. ![]() What to do? Obviously, apply lube and put the fun back into the atmosphere. I came and said "time to become a cam sl*t". I let her hide her face for the first few photos. ![]() "Spread your pussy open and smile" She complied after a brief hesitation: ![]() Ahhh darling, I own you now. |
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As month 4 approached I wondered how far and in what direction I should take things. Although she was complying, she was doing so with little to no enthusiasm. Two other things were also on my mind. First, the picture quality wasn't great and the bindings were a mess.
A quick Internet search and I found a handy diagram for a proper bondage harness. Attachment 4481981 I prepared some nice looking black rope and better lighting (tripod mounted LCDs work well). The resulting harness was perfect, however the picture (cell phone) quality still left a lot to be desired. Also she complained that the black rope was stiff and uncomfortable. I took a few photos and focused my energies on making sure she had an enjoyable night. Attachment 4481992 Attachment 4481993 Attachment 4481994 Attachment 4481995 Over the course of the evening I probed her body and mind simultaneously. I realized that the fear of being discovered was both exciting and frightening for her. What I did next threw her entirely off balance and set the stage perfectly. Deep into the evening, after she had came several times, I mounted her and whispered "Before the next session you have to decide which friend of ours gets to see all of your pictures". Her worst fear was now a certainty. Her reaction was immediate and striking. She gasped and her eyes went wild as the enormity of what I had just said sunk in. And of course, she climaxed. And so the stage was set. Literally. A few nights before I experimented with lighting and cameras and found a perfect combination. I discovered that an old digital camera of ours took fantastic low-light pictures. I added a few high intensity LED lights and set up several tripods. One look at the room and it was abundantly clear that there would be no escaping the camera, and certain exposure. The evening began with a drink after dinner. She was unaware of what awaited her in the bedroom. I undressed her in the dining room, however she wanted nothing to do with the black harness. It was stiff and beyond uncomfortable she complained. I relented and retrieved the softer rope, and completely botched the rope work. However I had bigger plans for her that night. I led her into the bedroom and to my complete amazement she sat down, smiled and said "I married a dirty old man" (she is 15 years my junior). Without any further fanfare we got down to business. First I sat her down with a card with the name of a porn site written on it. I explained that the photos would be used to verify that I had permission to photograph her. She was very worked up, and visibly wet, I sensed that now was the time. "Who is your master? ... you are ... what do you do? ... everything... Does everything include showing your face on the internet? ... long pause ... Yes". And. ![]() So. ![]() It. ![]() Began. ![]() We continued into the night. I never once touched her, yet she remained wet and worked up the entire time. Finally a long hour later and as I ran out of ideas / poses I realized I needed to somehow raise the bar. I wanted the final session to be distilled sin. And then I realized I had forgotten something. "So, which of our friends do we share this with?". Silence... "Well, I guess I'll share them with Steve then". Finally she spoke, her voice trembling "No, Nathan". And yet I still didn't feel I had pushed her far enough. She needed to feel humiliation. Sure she had spent over an hour in every possible pose, her tits bound and me reminding her that she would soon be available to everyone on the Internet. And then I hit upon it, the perfect ending to the evening. "Ok, grab your ankles, Nathan needs to see your pussy and your face". ![]() With satisfaction I realized that she didn't smile. |
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As the final session approached I wondered how I could possibly top the humiliation of having her pose, holding her ankles, knowing the photo would be sent to a mutual friend.
[albumphoto=?albumid=11364&pictureid=287086]287/887568342a2a7eab449d0186f38c9f40_287086.jpg?dl=[/albumphoto] I reviewed her slave training and my initial goals. I had indeed stripped her modesty. But had I stripped her of her inhibitions? I thought back to her crushed and swollen breasts (A tit in each hand provides a handy 'handle' to support my considerable weight) and how at the moment I took that photo she began to comply. [albumphoto=?albumid=11364&pictureid=287082]287/ac0fa60d7d37c84bf5744775a36c2913_287082.jpg?dl=[/albumphoto] Since then I had not had occasion to use the 'love handles'. I really missed the sensation of her cold, swollen tits being crushed against the bindings and her ribcage. Later in the month I told her I had started posting her face 'on the internet', and she immediately came. Recently I had whispered 'every inch of you, plastered everywhere' and again she came instantly. Clearly the danger was exciting her. But I had also been careful not to push too much. Limiting our new found kink to the pre-arranged nights. This last night would be different, this last night would be a test. The night before I would test her inhibitions, if she complied completely, she would be rewarded with a most enjoyable kink night. If she failed her test, I had prepared a harness of thin, rough hemp rope. Something that would be uncomfortable long before the 'love handles' came into use. Something that would bite deep, chaff and scratch under my considerable 230lbs of weight. The test would determine if her slave training was successful. The test would have four parts. Fail one, and she failed them all. First, I would have her pose fully exposed, while I described how our mutual friend had systematically downloaded each and every of the roughly 200 photos from the web. How would she handle being photographed while being reminded of her recent humiliation? Would her natural modesty kick in? Then, I would film her masturbating with a vibrator. She had never been filmed on video before. How would she react? The hemp rope and my evil side hoped she would refuse. Next, another first for her, chat-roulette with the first 3 adults she met. She had to comply with their every request, until they had cum. And finally, a POV video of her riding 'cowgirl'. The odds were stacked against her. For very difficult tests, all impossible for her five months ago. It started well. She posed for dozens of pictures, under harsh light and with no illusions of having her face hidden. She seemed to have accepted that Nathan would never look at her again the same (he lives on the other coast, which I suspect is why she chose him). She also didn't flinch when I said things like "look into the camera, the guys want to see your eyes and your smile". And then the test she was sure to fail. The solo video. Her video performance was perfect. She smiled for the camera, introduced herself, and put on a first-rate show. When she finished she looked directly into the camera and said "I hope you enjoyed watching me". She was clearly bored with the prospect of chatroulette. But, to her credit, she tried. She wasn't into it at all and we called it off after a few minutes. No buzz-kills tonight. And then it came time for the full-frontal 'cowgirl' video. To my surprise, after everything else, this was going to trip her up. She had a date with a cruel thin hemp rope and didn't even know it. I realized it was past midnight, technically it was now 'kink night'. What to do? I was in the mood to punish her immediately. And while I was considering the possibilities, she reached down, picked up the camera, said 'OK' and slid onto me. All inhibitions gone, complete success. I write this having just spoken to Nathan. He never mentioned the e-mail I 'accidentally' sent to him. The e-mail had gone something along the lines of "Hey Nathan, your wife is hot (Nathan is single, never married). Here are pictures of mine in trade." Clearly he would assume I had sent it to the wrong 'Nathan'. He downloaded every photo, and never a word. However, about a month ago, he announced he was flying to our city for the holidays (a first for him). The alarm in my wife's eyes when I casually mentioned "Nathan will be in town for the holidays" was beautiful. You may be wondering, where are these pictures exposing every inch... Want to see ALL of my wife? Check out my public albums. ![]() |
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Please post more of this sexy woman. Bound or unbound would be nice!
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Truly in all her glory. Nathan is the only person to have ever seen these pics... until now
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