His hands were useless; they looked very pretty with the long pink nails and soft skin but were still fundamentally useless. But this was only one of ...many wounds.He was near totally chemically castrated; the bones in his feet had been broken, and reconstructed to work in a ridiculously exaggerated arc. Through near starvation and increasingly tighter corsets his waistline had been whittled down to something beyond wasp like. Flapping his hands in a frustrated manner he swung his legs from the. Tia moaned with pleasure. After a few minutes I swapped to the other boob, which drew equal results from Tia. But it wasn't enough for me. I need some of that pussy. My mouth went on the hunt again. Receiving a disappointed shy from Tia. Again I planted kisses every where I could get to. All over her stomach. I finally reached her golden glory. "Allow me," she said. She got up off the bed and turn her back to me. She looked back over her shoulder and slowly pushed them down inch by inch. I. Now, a year and a half into the marriage, she made all the decisions. She held complete custody of all finances, and gave James a small allowance each week. At home, he served her hand and foot, sometimes in a French maid uniform, sometimes wearing nothing at all. He was disciplined regularly - Suzanne took great pride in dominating James. In a short amount of time, Suzanne had embraced the psychological side of female domination, always looking for new and humiliating ways to teach her. He likes it when I run my tongue around his scrotum while I suck gently on his hairy balls. It’s humiliating to watch my wife’s lips slide up and down his fine cock as I stimulate his manly balls to produce more cum.Here is another rough ritual they both enjoy often. They tie my ankles to the foot of the bed corners, bend me forward, and truss my wrists to the corners at the top of the bed. If Richard does ties me up, he likes to make the bondage very tight. They put two thick foam pads under.