Strictly come dancing is my favourite show. He had taken to enjoy it of late because he used the time to ensure I practiced my oral skills, sucking, licking and tending to him while he stroked my hair. Today’s Saturday entertainment was different. It didn’t quite have the same relaxed feel.
He had bought a new bolero straightjacket that was open at the front, framing my rather large chest perfectly. It applied the posture collars for good measure, along with a rather humiliating bone shaped harness gag. He sat me right in front of the tv, not before plugging my ass with the electric probe. Legs and top of collar tied to the chair, I was soon immobile.
He started by shocking my ass, lightly first, then ramping it up. Between ass shocks he caned my tits. I was unable to wriggle, move or shout and him, just moan and whimper behind my gag. It was rather extreme. I went from stings on my tits to my ass being on fire because of the electricity. My eyes started to roll into the back of my head.
I begged and pleased to have the plug out. He agreed as long as he could properly practice with his cane. I agreed, I think by this stage I would have agreed to pretty much anything. I was close to done! The issue with breasts is, there are two. He love symmetry so what happens to one has to happen to the other. Three strokes on each. With the really nasty dragon cane. Fuck I hate the dragon cane. He loves it of course. The pain seared through my body, the last stroke sent me reeling. I didn’t know how to process the pain. When I was eventually untied I was shaky and weak, but then started to soar as he stroked me better.
The problem is I have no idea what happened on Strictly that night!
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