After an hour or so of torture as she was tied to the trees she agreed that she had stepped out of line and as I had the most humiliating pictures of her I could do ANYTHING to her to settle the score.
Then another good long journey with her teathered and swaying, gagged, blindfolded and hooded, totally disorientated as I laughed at her predicament.
Still tied up, she was draped with my coat, buttoned up and led into the torture palace – a place she was familiar with but unable to prevent her own fate. Did she feel like one of her own victime I wonder?
Because she was so clever at loosening knot sthe last time we met I took no chances and tied her outwards disabling her ability to wriggle free and untie the knots.
How I enjoyed telling her I was going to take the thing most precious to her – no not her headscarf but her virginity – she was every inch the classic spinster, except I couldn’t even imagine her having the humanity to keep a cat happy.
She was at last truely afraid of me. The circulation of the photos a constant threat which egged her on into performing sexy moves for me, flashing her panties and looking provocative ….. just take a look at this