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Part 2 – “The barn”
Joanne loosened the ropes and ordered me to kneel in front of her in front of her. She put on a collar, hooked a chain and pulled me into her hallway. “Very good,” she praised me, “you don’t believe how many try to get up and go behind me.”. She threw my coat over and pulled me on towards the door.
When she noticed my questioning look, she said: “Mine automobile stands right outside the door and it is my neighbors to whom we would meet.“Without further words, she grabbed my other things in a bag, ordered me to get up and pulled me down the stairs to her car. She opened the rear right door and ordered me to crouch on the floor behind the front seats. As soon as I was her car, she pulled my arms on her back, left a couple Handcuffs snap and pulled my coat away. She closed the door and went around the car to the other side.
If I expected it to start now, I had been wrong. She opened the rear door and pulled me a rough fabric bag over my head. Now it started. During the approximately one -hour journey, a thousand things went through my head.
What had I done. Yes, that was my darkest fantasy, that was just reality, but I really wanted that? What would happen if we arrived. If Joanne and Michele would give me the opportunity to think about it differently, or worse, ask me to confirm my submission and maybe leave the courage.
Finally we were there.
I heard her get out and how a front door opened and closed again.
Suddenly the door opened in front of me, I was packed by four hands, pulled out of the car and thrown onto a floor covered with fine gravel. “Welcome Wicht” sounded Michele’s voice next to my ear. “Come on, on that Legs And woe, you splash out of anticipation on my farm “.
Someone grabbed my necklace and pulled me away from the house. A large sliding gate was opened and after I had entered a cool concrete floor, the gate was closed again. “The old barn now has two parts. At the front is my garage and the larger rear part is ..
Yes, how should I explain that to you gently .. Oh what, I just say what it is: my torture chamber is back in the back.“With this explanation I was moved further into the room and after a few steps again through two doors lying in a row. As soon as the handcuffs were solved, Joanne ordered me;”Extend your arms on the sides”. Then I was put on leather skins that had a crossform that I could grab and hold onto them.
“The arms over the head” and the hooks of the Tie up In a steel ring one. I heard an electric motor started and noticed how my arms were pulled up. The engine stopped. “Lot spread the legs.
I want to see what Joanne caught there.” Mine Egg were encouraged by a strong hand and pulled down with a short jerk. “Kind. At least it doesn’t get rid of it directly.“The bag was pulled from my head and I looked into the eyes of a breathtaking black -haired. “Joanne, so that it stays so calm, get the gag” and before I could find my language I was already gagged.
Michel ordered my right leg to angle and put on a leather footstell. Then she repeated the procedure on the left. “The right foot backwards,” she ordered me and I noticed how she pulled a rope through the eyelet of the bondage. “Rate what comes next”.
I braved my left foot. “You really have something with good training caught. Let’s see when he makes the first mistake. Earlier he almost stared at my breasts.“I don’t know which devil rode me, but I took that as an invitation to lift my eyes and take a closer look at Michel’s breasts.
Wow … the sight was worth every punishment, I thought.
“He deliberately looks, the horny Bitch. Well, then we want to see if you are also horny pain.”
I noticed how the ropes of my ankle cuffs were drawn until I got there with legs spread wide.
The winds started again and I was pulled up on my tips.
As soon as the winds stopped, clapping with full force of a riding whip on my glans.”Aaaaarrgghhh”, the gag could only dampen my scream inadequate, so surprisingly, the hard blow came that it had caught me completely unprepared. When I was about to take a breath, my testicles were raised from the firm blow of a 9-tailed one and pressed against my tail root. The pain was indescribable and was reinforced and extended from the 2nd stroke to my glans.
I hung in the ropes and screamed like never before. At the same time, I was as horny as never before and only hoped to have come to real sadists who would give up to let my limits experience my limits.
I shouldn’t be disappointed …
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