Dave lifted the whip once more, his past inhibitions about hurting his wife, forgotten, the leather whistled through the air and with a soft ‘splat�...�� lay across the pale backside, causing Gaye to jerk sharply in her bindings and grunt a pained grunt. The bag inflated, and as it deflated with the intake of her next laboured breath the second lash struck. A long cry of “oh,” emitted from the bound woman, spurring Dan on with his conquest of his own wife, the moment was loaded, whoosh, splat. How far does it go?”I knew she was playing with me and it was kind of pissing me off, but she was asking the one question I should have asked myself before getting in the shower this morning. If I was a guy you would say I had been thinking with the wrong head.“It can't go any further. I'm married and if I'm honest it's already gone further than it should have.”“Yes, it probably has, hasn't it. I mean, I think your husband would be pretty pissed if he saw that video. Don't you think? I think he. Businesswomen at bars, wives stopping at Starbucks, stay-at-home moms shopping for husbands and family, the urges are everywhere. My problem is, I can’t just walk by without making myself known. I am a man. I can’t help it. The woman that you see at Starbucks is a woman on her way home from work. The woman that I see is a private fuck party waiting to meet someone that will make them lose all control of their inhibitions. The woman that I see is waiting for me. These are the stories that make. "Why do I need this?" I asked, but she remained silent.She crouched in front of me again, and removed the shackles from my ankles, so I was finally able to close my legs. The diamonds clamped on my labia and the buttplug felt so odd!The line above me went slack, and I was able to lower my arms, but instead of removing the cuffs, she simply separated them, and before I could react she quickly moved my hands behind my back and snapped them together again."Now I take you upstairs," she said,.