Real Stories - December 2005

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On the appointed day I was to meet her at her friend’s place, who was supposedly out of town. I went, rather apprehensively at the appointed hour. As I entered, to my surprise and shock I found not just her friend, but four other of my wife’s friends who I knew very well. To cut to the chase, I was stripped and my wrists tied over my head and left stretched like that for the entire evening. First my wife, then three of the others took turns at whipping my back and chest with a red bullwhip I had presented my wife on one of her birthdays.

Following my wife’s lead, from time to time all of them took turns at pinching or biting my nipples乳头 — the tip of the breast. As I howled they laughed and I could sense my face turning redder than my chest. But there was no respite. I remained part suspended and stretched and endure the lashes and their comments. At times even their indifference. I was emotionally drained when at long last I was let down and helped into our car. Not a word was said as my wife drove us home. When we were at last inside the privacy of our garage my wife kissed me and then I felt that it had all been worth it. Once inside our bedroom, she whipped me again, for kissing her without her permission but even that was worth it. I enjoyed every lash because I knew our life had changed for ever, for the better.