SM fetish with my wife

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Once, my wife bought a beautiful dress and a pair of white high-heeled sandals. The dress was a
very , with a low neckline and a front-buttoned design, revealing her fair and delicate breasts. Her beautiful hair cascaded
over her shoulders, and in the high heels, she looked so noble and refined, so charming and lovely. She couldn't help but
admire herself from head to toe in the mirror. Seeing this, I was overjoyed and incredibly excited. I pulled her
into my arms and casually wrapped her arms behind her back. I whispered in her ear, "Darling, you're
so beautiful. Shall I tie you up? You'll look even better that way." She immediately objected, pulling her arms away from my
grasp "You're doing it again! You pervert! You'll ruin my clothes!" "I'm definitely
tying you up today, you're so beautiful!" With that, I went to find some rope. I know she doesn't like SM, but I
had confessed to her that I liked tying her up, that I liked seeing her tied up. I especially loved watching her
struggle, bound and looking pitiful, as she wore beautiful dresses and high heels. My wife is the kind of gentle, kind,
and understanding girl. Therefore, although she thought I was a pervert, she didn't say anything more. Sometimes when I asked
her to tie me up, if she was in a good mood, she would obediently put her hands behind her back and let me tie her up. She could even
put on makeup first and then choose an outfit I liked to wear.
Today, I was determined to tie her up. I found two white cotton ropes and walked towards her. Seeing my
resolute stopped resisting. I walked behind her and told her to turn her hands behind her back. But she
held her hands tightly in front of her. I had no choice but to forcefully pry her hands open and twist them behind her back myself. First, I
tied her wrists with one rope, and then I used the other rope to tightly tie her arms, so tightly that her elbows
and forearms were pressed together. This is probably what is called "White Crane Spreads Wings". At this moment, her breasts were high and firm, and from
the front , her arms were completely hidden. Her body curves were incredibly beautiful, making her appear exceptionally slender and highly
aesthetically pleasing. However, this method of binding was extremely uncomfortable for the bound person, and she couldn't endure it for long. I only
admired her for a few minutes before my wife could no longer hold on and began to groan loudly. I
untied the ropes binding her arms, but not her wrists. Then, I
bound , tying her hands high behind her back. I unbuttoned the front of her dress, revealing her red,
cherry-like nipples. I put one in my mouth, gently licking it with the tip of my tongue, while simultaneously reaching down to her
lower body and gently kneading it. At this point, she also began to groan softly, her body swaying involuntarily, enjoying this wonderful moment
with .
Once, my wife and I were watching a Hong Kong/Taiwanese video at home; I can't remember the title. But there was
a scene where two gangsters kidnapped a girl for ransom, tied her up, and hung her
from a rafter. Her arms were pulled high behind her back, only her toes touching the ground, and the girl struggled and
screamed for help. This scene stirred something within me. While watching TV, I started
planning how to try it myself. I knew that if I told her I wanted to hang her up, she definitely wouldn't
agree and would scream. So, I first tried to calm her down. I gently hugged her,
kissed her, and said, "Would you like to dress up? I like you in high heels and a sundress, and put on some makeup." She
obediently went to the bedroom. A little while later, she came out looking radiant. Because of the heat, she had her long
hair tied up in a bun, and her sky-blue floral sundress paired with white high-heeled sandals made her look absolutely beautiful.
I pulled her into my arms, kissing her as I slowly placed her hands behind her back (she was used to
this). I said, "I'll tie you up for a little while, just a little while, okay?" Seeing her immersed in my
loving kisses, I opened the drawer beside me and took out a rope. I tied her wrists behind her back
while kissing her. After tying her up, I found a clean gauze and a scarf. I stuffed the gauze
into her mouth, then sealed her mouth with the scarf and tied it behind her head. This way, she could only whimper and couldn't
scream . I found a long rope and draped it upwards over the horizontal radiator pipe. Suddenly
, she became alert and tried to speak, making muffled noises. As I adjusted the rope, I said, "I'm going to
do what they did on TV earlier and hang you up for fun." Hearing this, she panicked and quickly ran
to the side . I didn't rush to chase her. Instead, I first tidied the rope and walked towards her, holding one end.
She was already crouching in a corner of the room. I lifted her bound arms, and her head was
buried between her legs, struggling to get the gauze out of her mouth. I tied the rope
tightly , then went back to the radiator and pulled. As I pulled, her arms
were pulled higher and higher, and she involuntarily stood up, backing away from me step by step. Finally, her arms were
stretched to their limit, and her moans grew louder as she writhed violently. Seeing that she was about to reach her limit,
I secured the rope. Then I moved to face her, squatted down, and tilted my head back. I lifted her
chin with one hand and kissed her passionately, while caressing her breasts with the other. Unexpectedly, she kicked me,
making me stumble. I had to stand up and find another rope to tie her legs together. She was now
completely unable to move, allowing me to caress, love, kiss, and admire her.
[The End] [This post was edited by creazing on 2019-07-13 10:11]

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