“Oh, just wait until I explain them fully. You see this little ring in the center of the little chain between my nipple rings? It has a special purpose. You see, this other chain that wraps around my waist and then drops down from the back through my ass then back up through my pussy to clip to the front of the waist chain?” I began as I started to unhook the clip on the front. “When you take this off of me, it can be connected to my titty chain and used as a titty leash to lead me around with.” I finished as I clipped the long chain to the ring on the titty chain and handed Robert the other end of the chain.
Yeah, he liked it. He enjoyed binding my arms behind my back, leading me outside, and connecting the leash to a stake in the yard. Sometimes he would have a remote-controlled vibrating egg in my pussy and butt plug in my ass. He would sit in a lounge chair sunbathing while he tormented me with the vibrators until I was begging him to fuck me. Our house back then had a very private backyard that no one could see into, but I’m sure the neighbors heard loud and clear what was happening.
That is all well and good, but how does all that relate to me being strung up to a tree, whipped and begging to perform lesbian sex acts on a bunch of women?
I very rarely was without my chains on. There was one very erotic night where Robert and I were on a weekend trip out of town. Sierra spent the weekend with his mom while we were gone. The hotel had a very nice restaurant and club in it. Of course, I had my nipple chain on and my leash as a waist/crotch chain under my dress. The titty chain drew a few odd looks throughout the evening as it was plainly visible with my plunging neckline. It was late in the night when Robert decided it was time to head up to the room. He told me to go into the restroom and take off my leash. When I returned, Robert took the leash and connected it to my titty chain. My pussy got soaked as he led me out of the club, through the lobby, and up to the room. Everyone could see the chain running from my tits to his hand. My dress was on the floor before the door was closed and rode him like a rented mule most of the www.hookupdate.net/reveal-review/ rest of the night.
Apparently, these particular women took exception to their husbands videoing me — without my knowledge, btw — as I went about my normal life. Sure, I didn’t particularly care a whole lot. I didn’t really have any close relatives that would be disappointed if images of me happened to end up on some porn site. It didn’t even bother me. It wasn’t like I was doing gangbangs or involved with animals or minor children. I wasn’t doing anything immoral or illegal.
At nights after Sierra went to bed, he would have me strip, connect my titty leash, then lead me to either the bedroom or backyard for some wild sex
I had put on a nice sundress in anticipation of the neighborhood women’s coffee group invading my home. I had all my jewelry and chains on under my clothes as usual. I was comfortable with it, and it just made me feel good. Besides, it was all hidden. All ten women had arrived, and I had served coffee and danishes. We were sitting in the livingroom chatting as usual. I did feel that there was some tension in the air this morning, though. Something just seemed to be off.
