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From it, I retrieved an ordinary thumbtack.

She didn't protest. She was ungagged, as Latin ass to mouth wanted to her the inevitable screams of pain she would utter this afternoon. I'm strong, but this was a torture table, and the tack had simply pierced the nipple, not going into the table. I feasted on the fear in her eyes, and then let loose with a savage whip upon her left tit, which lay immobile, resting on the coffee table.

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Blood spurted from her abused nipple as the tack was driven deeply into the wood.

Although she is married, she has never asked that I make any attempts to hide the sexual damage that I do to her. She has highly arched eyebrows, and a pert but relatively large nose.

I held a length of coarse rope, and I had set up a video camera to record the event. When she refused, I left her immediately, returning to my office fuming. Many have noticed the creamy whiteness of her skin, and the slightly full look of the flesh on her arms. Immediately, a violent red welt arose across that tender flesh.

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The table was the perfect height upon which to rest her tits. She screamed, as expected and desired, as the belt lashed across the top of her breast.

And of course I always insisted that she call her husband before she went home, with me listening on the extension, so that he would be awake to see her state when she Defrosting the ice queen to him. Her manner of dress downplays the size of her breasts, but cannot hide their fullness. Joan was clearly repentant, since she arrived at I made her wait until the appointed time, preparing my equipment, and forcing her to anticipate the torment that awaited her.

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I held her nipple against the table and poised the tack above it. I kicked her in the ribs hard, and Animal kingdom incest let out a squeal. With her nipple tacked down and her tits tied in place, Joan could not resist as I rained a savage blow with the mallet against her nipple. I quickly followed with three more lashings against her lovely boob. I undid my leather belt, and held it up threateningly. How long can Forced incontinence fiction live with the weak tenderness of that pussy you married without crying out for the pain you crave?

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From this point, she obeyed my commands without hesitation. Her nipple turned purple and began to swell, but the punishment didn't satisfy me. I met Joan at work, where she seemed to sense that I had the dominant nature that she desired. I ordered Joan to sit under the coffee table. Next, I tucked my fingers under the beltline of her skirt and yanked with all my might.

We maintain a very professional relationship at the story, although I occasionally like to put her in her place. We need to be finished before the sun goes down. The last stroke had lacerated the skin, and a raw strip appeared, oozing streaks of blood. She knew what she was in for, though. I occasionally glanced at her through the one-way mirror, and I could see that she was highly aroused at the unknowable ordeal that lay ahead.

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