Isabelle (reality, slow, nosex, b&d, humil)

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Disclaimer: This story contains graphic descriptions of

sex. It is definitely NOT for anyone under 21 or who is

offended by such material. This story is not fiction and

any resemblance to anyone dead or alive is definitely

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Isabelle

Isabelle has a husband and I have a wife. Neither of them know about us.

How do you keep your sub in bondage without her skin showing any marks?

In the beginning, I tried to be clever, using thick cord to tie thumbs and big toes.

We started like this, with a hog-tie and a ring gag, but even this left marks along her cheeks.

I tried a single-arm glove but this marks her shoulders. A pair of cuffs around the elbows works.

For our next assignation I added a speculum and Isabelle wore her most severe corset.

This became the key to our future meetings; her attire was more radical each time.

And every session became a perverted game of medical devices and unseen discomforts.

We became experts in the use of root ginger or maybe toothpaste.

For our last meeting she wore T-strap shoes with tiny padlock clasps and a long leather hobble skirt.

I sent her into the hotel bar ahead of me and then I reveled in her embarrassment.

I waited for what seemed an age, until the first approach from a lecherous traveler.

Her submissive demeanour and her obvious sexual excitement captivated him.

I joined them at the bar and vied for her attention, as if we’d never met.