I abused my wife

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I planned to tie my wife up and parade her through the streets.
Back in the room, I first undressed her completely, then carefully bound her. Standing naked with
her legs apart, my wife, her face flushed, waited excitedly with her hands behind her back. I
knelt down like I was worshipping a goddess, gently parted her labia, and inserted the remote-controlled electric flea trap I'd just bought into her slightly
moist vagina. My wife laughed and said, "I knew you'd use this first."
I chuckled, without replying, and simply picked up the rope and tied it around her waist and crotch,
making her a T-shaped rope panty. I pressed down on my wife's genitals, which were bound with four ropes, and said with satisfaction,
"Alright, now no matter how wet you are, it won't slip out." My wife twisted her body in protest, but
her hands remained obediently behind her back.
I stood up and began binding her upper body. I used the familiar and favorite Chinese
five-flower method, with the rope draped behind my wife's neck, passing forward under her armpits and wrapping around her wrists. After finishing, I first helped
my wife put on the coat to see if it could conceal the ropes. Fortunately, unless someone stood close to her
and deliberately looked down from her neckline, they could only see the figure-eight ropes binding her from her shoulders to her armpits. Because the neckline was low, if someone looked
like that , not only the ropes but also my wife's bare breasts would be completely visible. Of course, it's unlikely that
anyone would openly look at my wife from that angle, but it was still somewhat dangerous. However, I didn't tell my wife,
only reminding myself not to let anyone stand so close to her.
It took a lot of effort to get my wife into those jeans (I have a deep understanding of the widest
part of a woman's body, her hips, no wonder they're called "hips"). I really regretted not letting her put on her pants first before binding her.
It was the first time my wife had gone out without underwear, bound by ropes around her hips. In her nervousness, excitement, and stimulation, anyone could see
the blush on her face.
As a final step, I crumpled a small square of handkerchief into a ball and stuffed it into my wife's mouth. Then I put
the mask I'd bought at Watson's after dinner on my wife's head—that's one of the benefits of SARS;
everyone on the street was wearing masks, so gagging wasn't shocking at all. I led my wife around, letting her admire herself in the mirror.
The mirror showed a stylishly dressed city woman, but who would have guessed that
beneath was a naked body bound hand and foot?
I slipped my hand inside her clothes, caressing her soft, smooth breasts, and
asked , "Is it alright to go out like this?" My wife couldn't speak, only nodding slightly. I straightened her
clothes, carefully checking for any flaws, then opened the door and went out.
Perhaps because it was Saturday, the elevator was packed. My wife pressed herself tightly against me, trying
to cover her chest. But I could see a slight bulge under her clothes on the back—
her hands bound behind her back. Luckily, no one in the elevator noticed. I put my hand in my pocket and quietly turned on the
remote . My wife shuddered, almost disappearing into me. I knew this thing was effective, so I turned it off.
It wouldn't be good if someone saw through me in the elevator.
After reaching the first floor, I took my wife to sit on the sofa in the hotel lobby for a while, then excused myself to use the restroom
, leaving my wife alone on the sofa. After leaving the restroom, I didn't go back to my wife, but instead
went to another corner of the lobby. There was a pillar there, and a fake tree over two meters tall (obviously
used as a Christmas tree). I stood behind the tree, secretly observing my wife.
She sat quietly, her beautiful features, firm breasts (my wife's breasts are truly beautiful, even without
a bra they appear so high and round), slender waist, full thighs,
and small feet in mid-heeled sheepskin boots outlining a beautiful curve. Having such a beauty is truly a blessing. But only I knew that
her alluring body was tightly bound, which only made me more fascinated and driven mad. I felt as if I could see through her clothes
her small hands bound behind her back, her breasts trembling slightly, and her wet
genitals beneath the tightly bound ropes…
My wife, waiting for me to arrive, began to look around anxiously. I knew her inner turmoil, shyness, and
fear . I could imagine
how terrifying it must have been for a young woman, without a bra or underwear, bound hand and foot, gagged, sitting in this unfamiliar, bustling place.
To further arouse her, I turned on the remote. Only as I pressed the button did I
realize I wasn't sure if the distance would be right. Sure enough, my wife didn't react. I took the remote, pulled out the antenna,
pointed it at my wife, and pressed it again. Then I saw my wife visibly shudder; it had worked. I increased the intensity
, and my wife immediately blushed, slowly bending over, head bowed to hide her embarrassment. I simply turned the intensity
up to the maximum. My wife's reaction became even more intense; her whole body trembled slightly, her long hair cascading down her legs, which she tightly
crossed and clamped together to relieve the stimulation in her lower body. I could imagine that if her mouth hadn't been gagged, she would have
let out beautiful moans; if her hands hadn't been tied, she would have been roaming freely over her own body.
I tormented my wife for about two or three minutes before turning it off. My wife lifted her head with a sigh of relief,
her face still flushed, and began looking around for me again. She knew I was toying with her, so she wanted to find
me to end this embarrassing game as soon as possible. Before her gaze could "sweep" over me, I
turned the remote back on… My wife clamped her legs together again…
This repeated twice, and just as I was enjoying myself, I suddenly saw a waiter walk
up to my wife and say something to her. Oh no! I quickly went over, putting away the remote as I went. My wife was sitting on the sofa,
while the waiter was standing, looking down at her, easily able to see into her neckline… Now I saw my wife shaking her head repeatedly
. The waiter, still bent over, was saying something.
I walked over and heard him say, "Miss, are you really alright? Should we..." I
quickly went over, helped my wife up from the sofa, and said to the waiter, "I'm sorry, my wife
doesn't Cantonese." The waiter still seemed confused: "I already asked her in Mandarin..." I
ignored him and quickly helped my wife away. My wife clung to me like a frightened little rabbit, her body
trembling. Only now did I remember, and I quickly reached into my pocket and turned off the power. I
practically carried my limp wife back to the room, removed her mask and the towel from her mouth, and the words she had been holding back
for so long burst forth: "You bad guy, you made me perform an orgasm in public?!" It seemed she really...
She was getting a little angry. I smiled broadly, apologizing profusely, but my hands didn't let up, quickly
stripping my wife naked again. I had plenty of experience dealing with wives. I knew she wouldn't be aroused when naked
. My wife struggled, but still bound, she was no match for my ruthless hands.
Amidst tension, fear, and excitement, her naked body was glistening with sweat. My fingers
brushed against her hardened nipples, instantly extinguishing her anger (later she told me the stimulation and
humiliation were so intense that she was actually overwhelmed with mixed feelings, and her outward anger was mostly fake). She
leaned limply against me, murmuring, "Take that one out, it hurts so much… ah… ah…" It turned out I had turned it back on before she could finish.
Watching a beautiful, bound, naked woman suffer the torment of lust was truly a pleasure.
However , seeing my wife's alluring shyness and ecstatic moans, I quickly lost control. I pushed her down onto
the bed , frantically grabbed my Swiss Army knife, and cut the ropes binding her lower body (I didn't have time to untie them one by one). I pulled out the still-buzzing electric vibrator and used my own "tool" to unleash a storm of passion
on her body … After the storm subsided, I untied her and carried her to the bathroom for a good hot bath. I massaged her arms, which had gone numb from being bound. My wife looked down at the red rope marks on her body and said softly , "You're so cruel, tying your wife up and showing her to others." It seems this experience was truly unforgettable for her. That evening, we wanted to go out for a stroll, but my wife was exhausted, so we gave up. The next day at noon (we also did some SM in the morning, but it was short and the details weren't anything special, so I won't go into it), we checked out of the hotel and went shopping as usual, thus concluding this unusual trip to Hong Kong. But my wife both know we'll come back. [The End]

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