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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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What do you mean by two parts. Well, he continued, the victim is fastened to the board by the straps, the other straps go round the thighs. Their hands are also manacled to the board leaving the vivtum brutally exposed and totally defenceless. If that's not bad enough the couplings you see, pointing at the photo on the phone, he will be wearing a harness that fastens them together tightly after penetration. Why, I ask?
It leaves the guys hands free to do his worst to the defenceless victim. That is truly awful, I tell him, why would anyone want this harness here. They say that perversion is like beauty, there will always be someone that enjoys the feeling of total mastery. I dare say being strapped together with a hung sadist might have its devotees.
I left the shop with my head spinning, had my Mary really done this by choice. How long has she been leading a double life. Only my wife, my wife who always said I was her only man could answer that question. When I returned Mary was up and dressed. She apologised if she had disturbed my sleep being noisy when she came in. Had a great night with Lucy at her uncles club. Her uncle has a club? Yes, Lucy, oh her name is Lucretia, is part of a large extended family of recent emigrants that stay near my work. You mean she doesn't work with you, I asked in amazement. No, I met her when the work did a charity event to help her community! Let me get this straight, I demanded, your Friday nights out with Lucy where have you been going?
Oh why the interest now, you were so happy when I first went out, you even encouraged me, so what's the problem now? Just tell me where you have been going, I asked again. Mary said Lucy had an uncle, Stan, who ran a club in a garage on a Friday night. Cheap drink, card games, music and dancing. Right, I that's it, you aren't going back. Why, Mary asked. A coward to the end I just could not bring myself to tell her what I knew. I felt so sick imagining what Mary had been doing..but I just knew I would rerun it over and over in my head.
A couple of weeks passed and nothing had been said but boy oh boy did I want to know more. Then a chance presented itself, Mary had to go to her sick mother, it was Friday! Late that night I found myself outside an old garage with metal concertina doors, muffled sounds of music escaped the extraction fan in the wall. The door scrapped back before I even knocked and I was ushered in. A steamy heat tinged with the smell of sweat, cinnamon and spirts accosted my nose. Who sent me, the thug demanded? Oh just a mate from the work I replied. You better go and see Stan then, as he shoved me in the direction of another internal door. Stan sat behind an old desk. I tried not to show my excitement on seeing the sofa Mary had been sitting on in the photo. Another man sat nearby looking at me with an evil intensity, I was extremely uncomfortable. What do you want, Stan asked disinterestedly? Here goes, I had to think on my feet as I had never considered this circumstance, I'm keen on sex, you know porn that kind of thing. Stan laughed heartily and got up, he slapped my back and said to the other guy, take our new friend and get him a drink. Boss, the other guy intoned, a drink? Yes, said Stan, a drink for our new friend while I get a surprize ready for him.
Next thing I'm in the main area of the building, spirits are being poured into cups, mugs anything. Music pumped as girls and women gyrated about. This place was really good. The partner demanded twenty quid for my drink then left. A woman in her fifties asked if I wanted to dance, well why not! Quickly I found that the drink was catching up with me when Stan grabbed my arm and announced my surprize was ready.
The truth is I knew what I wanted the surprize to be and I'm disgusted in sharing this but I wanted to see if the porn was a film of Mary. Stan's office had been rearranged, a screen now filled the wall behind the desk, the sofa faced it, I slumped onto the sofa. My cock throbbed as I anticipated the revelations of my wife's debauchery. From nowhere a thunderous slap hit me on the side on my head. My assailant had hit my ear full force will a cupped palm bursting my ear drum. Words cannot describe the shocking pain, I could barely comprehend the rant Stan was shouting. You fucking pussy telling my Mary she hadn't to come here anymore. She is mine you little bitch, he moved to hit me again then stopped. Oh I have something for you, Lucy! Lucy came in carrying a dvd camcorder. She set the camera up facing the sofa. Stan pulled a desk drawer open and hauled out the board and harness. Put the bitch in this he ordered as he stripped.
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