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my bdsm home by the time I was 30 I was well and truly a sex slave, I embraced it fully and loved it. to the outside world we were an ordinary couple, hardworking, making our way in the world, we both had good jobs, and as I was unable to have we were able to spend our money on ourselves and our life. we had purchased a pair of old farmworkers cottages, not far from lichfield and well away from neighbours. it was our intention right from the start to set it up for bdsm etc, but in a way that would not be obvious to vanilla visitors and friends. we lived in a caravan for 8 months while we made at least part of the cottages habitable, a lot of the work we did ourselves but we had to employ some tradesmen, electrician, plumber, carpenter. I know what you may be thinking but no it was not like a cheesey porn film, none of them fucked me. it took 18 months to get most of the work done, knocking the two cottages into one, and a further 18 months before we could sit back and say "finished" we had left some original features in place for "character" as far as vanilla were concerned, for bdsm as far as we wanted, ceiling beams and upright posts, hooks in the ceiling originally used to hang food to keep it away from rats and mice, and pegs in the wall originally for hanging clothing. the cottage is along a lane about 3/4 mile from nearest neighbours across fields, 1 mile by road, the only people that come along the lane are visitors , postman, deliveries etc, and the farmer when he goes to his fields. we had collected a fair amount of equipment which we kept in and old chest we had bought at a car boot. cuffs, (leather and steel) chains, ropes, belts, whips, cane, floggers, dildos, vibrators, clamps for cunt and nipples, suspension cuffs for wrists or ankles, gags, blindfolds. we also had a selection of items that were home made, a sawbench that easily doubled as pony for me to be sat on, legs either side, my cunt taking my weight, a garden table that could be dismantled and put away for the winter, or, just as easily, the centre section could be lifted out so that I could be tied over it with my tits hanging free in the gap, usually with clamped and weighted nipples. away from the home in daily life I was (and still am) a respectable business woman, nicely dressed for the most part in good clothes, not expensive designer but not cheap either, giving the impression that I will let my husband have his ration of sex at the weekend. but under the nice clothes I did not wear panties (still the same) rarely wore a bra, in the summer bare legs, in the colder weather stockings, originally with suspenders but i came to prefer hold ups. once inside the house however I spent nearly all my time naked, with a collar, I was allowed an apron when cooking. daily I could expect to be bent over a table or chair and fucked at the very least, or commanded to kneel before my ex's chair to suck and worship his cock. weekdays usually did not go much further, occasionally I would have my arms attached to a ceiling beam to have my ass and tits whipped before being fucked in ass or cunt. weekends however were always more intense I would spend at least 4 or 5 hours tied in one position or another to be teased, abused, denied orgasms, tits and ass whipped,nipples clamped and stretched, tits bound tight, sometimes suspended by my wrists, to be flogged till I was screaming, and of course for other men to be brought in, my ex's Brother would still come around occasionally but mainly it was men that my ex had recruited over a few years. 2 or 3 weekends a month I could expect to be used/abused and fucked by 2, 3, or occasionally 4 men. |
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That is good story, having a place for your fun
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4/13/2020 12:46 am |
You are living your life and you are enjoying yourself with your choices and you desire to be of use by use of your willingness and should be commended, a Very Hot Woman doing what you look forward to Allways ! The address please,I’d love an invite and something to look forward to when this virus passes and we(you and  can indulge ourselves. Great blog and thanks for sharing yourself with us and everyone else...Lucky Bastards. Women too???
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Rural settings seem more natural place for play. Just recently I have started wearing an apron when doing household chores and Queen wife enjoys seeing me in it  . It would be nice if our rural setting was more secluded and further off the road to allow outside nudity...andy
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