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Officer Fisker Whipped, biting clamps and vibed!
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Fisker sound asleep the wife and I surprise pinning her to the bed inserting a gag, arms tied behind she is walked stumbling and sleepy down the hall to the play room where her wrists are re-secured to the same position as last night. fisker shakes and breathes still waking then goes Eeeoooowwww as the wife lays a stern smack to her thighs she stumbles sideways hanging by her arms lifting herself free of the floor, asked if will tell she yells I Have Nothin to Say EVER! So the wife and I grab and ankle off the floor and have her hang by her arms swinging. The sting small sticks all over her body fisker squeeks then realizes the wife is adding clamps and weights to her pussy long groans as the weight tightens and pulls the tender flesh, tightened stomach as she tries to lift and breathe through the smarting pinch. Then whipped several dozen times on back and thighs then suddenly stopped and more clamps applied to her sides, biting and swaying to hope avoiding there application but fruiteless in conclusion. Fisker is then left for several minutes moaning still hanging by her arms full relaxing puts the pussy weights half on the floor, this increases the bite of the ones on her sides as several pop off her skin smarting and stinging. Half an hour later we return and in a few minutes we remove all the clamps and pussy weights and release her feet, now standing on the floor she is blindfolded and left to contemplate her unknown future with cold misting water and fans giving her chills and shudders an ankle sensor letting us know her core temp for safety. A houre has passed the misters stopped long ago her body is dry but shuddering a little she turns her head at the sound of our entry and mumbles, the wife and I run our hands down her body then remove the blindfold and ask You want to Tell your Secret? fisker shakes her head No so we remind her If you tell you get this and the wife waves the vibrator and nods that she wants it, the wife tells But you don't wan't to Tell so you don't get the vibrator but you get This to start- holding a dozen toothed clamps with chains and she squeels as the wife applies the first one on her pussy. no weights just the barbs that partially pierce the tender skin she pants heavilly the wife looks in her eyes and taughts I Am Actually Being Gentle then removes the gag, Fisker says I am Never Telling my secret... The wife prompts I think you might tell in the next few moments as she walks to a table to gather more pointy items for the interrogation that might find fiskers limit, we bring two stair racks on each side and then apply the rest of the barbed clamps placing the chains over the round stairs while Fiskers yells Ohhhh FUCK as each pinches. We stand back and let her settle then go in and increase the bite knowing they have likely gripped through and are holding firmly, then weights are added and the long groans begin with panting between she moves sideways but find no relief from the tension. Fiskers goes Oh Crap your gonna apply those too... as the wife reaches to a nipples she pulls back a little but her arms stretch so she wimpers and softly pleads Please no no no no... But the wife lets go and whipers Later for Those! TELL ME! and Fiskers begins to spill as the wife grabs her nipples and pinches as the words come out of her mouth she motions for me to insert the vibrator. Spilling the secret in detail as the vibrator enters and her hips sway I remove the biting clamps and she lets out this long moan as she orgasms the wife pulling her nipples abusivly then falling silent she is taken back to her cell her sides bleeding from the clamps biting but having told she will get to make a pleasure request after resting.
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Posted on : Sep 16, 2010
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