Bondage and submission are how any good cheating date should end.

Bondage and submissionMy latest cheating date was going so well, up until it ended up going so much better with Bondage and submission. We went back to his apartment and he immediately ambushed me with enough bondage gear to make my whole body quiver. Chained up against his reinforced wall, I couldn’t do anything but anticipate exactly what kind of torture he was going to bring down upon me. I was soaked just thinking about it. The anticipation is half of what makes moments like this so precious. I can’t get things like this from my husband, even if I wish I could. That cutie whipping me would be the best orgasm I ever had. It seemed like I was about to get that from this man instead and his erotic bondage stories, when he came back with clamps and a battery. It didn’t look dangerous, but he did. He was tall and burly, his shirt off showing off rippling muscles. Somehow I felt like the riding crop at his waist was going to hurt a lot more than whatever he had in store for those clamps. The torture addict in me was wide-eyed and salivating, only not playing with my wet pussy because I was chained up and unable to use my hands. I rubbed my legs together what little I could, I focused on his hands as they got close. He was silent, stoic, it was actually really creepy as he got ready to unleash his pent-up desires on me. For a moment I wondered if I was leaving this apartment or if this was going to be my permanent future. They’d look for me sure, but they’d never figure it out. They’d probably blame my husband, they always blame the spouse. I’d ruin our both lives just like that… At least I’d be cumming forever, and that massive dick I could see him packing would surely help with that, if not the extreme bondage I was about to face.

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