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It&severe;s a dull Sunday afternoon. My husband has gone to some soccer match and that I don&severe;t know what to do with myself. I have a notion: a bondage match!! I put out plenty of rope and sit on the sofa waiting for the husband. If he gets home I suggest to play a bondage game like we did when we were younger, but at a far harder way. I see he is extremely angry and aggitated because his team lost, but he agrees and hopes tying me super closely will calm his nerves. He puts me on the floor and painfully ties my arms from fused elbows to wrists together with alot of rope and then after finishing itadds much more rope! I shout and beg him stating that this is excruciating and this cruel bondage isn&intense;t what I had in my mind. He ignores my pleas also also has a crazy look in his eye. He proceeds tying my thighs with a growing number of rope out of my thighs to my upper knees to my lower knees and down for my chest ankles, while I shout in total pain and frustration. He unites my bound wrists to my knees and when they touch I faint. When I awake in a couple of moments I see Jim looking at the television broadcasting the game and his angriness raises increasingly. I ask to be untied because I cannot bear this barbarous misery anymore and I fear for my lack of flow. This mad guy doesn&intense;t attention and he takes a large ballgag and gags me closely. I shake my bad body and grunt and drool. He then applies some clover nipple clamps for my tits. Instead of being fulfilled and calmer, Jim becomes increasingly more mad exaggeratedly eager and out of control. All of a sudden begins to breathe. He puts his hands on his chest and finally falls XXXX on the couch. Oh no!!! He&severe;s needed a heart attack. I cry out to him and attempt to call him tied up and gagged, but he doesn&severe;t move in any way. I become distressed and frenzied struggling at the brutal bondage knowing that if he isn&intense;t living anymore, I too could won&severe;t endure! |
