Taking my wife to experience SM

"Pack your things, we're going out for a bit," my husband said casually, but it was the beginning of the happiness I'd been anticipating.

I picked out a set of pink lingerie; the half-cup design would show more of my flesh, and the lace-trimmed thong would surely be more alluring. At that moment, I felt no shame; the anticipation overwhelmed everything. I chose a bright red dress, seemingly deliberately dressing myself in a provocative way; the deep V-neck would make my cleavage more obvious, but I couldn't wear it out—my mother-in-law would definitely say something. I then found a loose t-shirt to pair with a midi skirt; the gray instantly transformed me back into a housewife, and a bare face was the way I should present my true self.

It was a short drive, and soon we arrived at my brother-in-law's house, the wedding home my husband had bought for him. There was no proper lady of the house, yet it was always a place for me to indulge myself. I

went upstairs, knocked on the door, and entered. There was no need for a blindfold to descend from the sky. From closing my eyes, afraid to look at him, to being deprived of my sight, I felt no fear; instead, I felt a sense of relief, as if I wasn't myself anymore.

One of his hands touched my t-shirt, or more precisely, through the t-shirt and my bra, on my breasts, very gently, sometimes there, sometimes not. His other hand gently gathered my long hair, lightly stroked my neck, touched my chest, slid over my lower abdomen, lingered on my thigh, and kept pulling at my skirt. I could keenly feel his fingers caressing my thigh, and I could feel the skirt rising higher and higher. The instant his fingers touched my thigh, they slid between my legs, slipped inside the skirt, and pressed against my crotch. The gentle pressure made my legs tremble sensitively. He moved further, rubbing in circles, then weaved again, then moved further still. Through my underwear, I could clearly feel the pressure on my labia majora. Just like that, I felt a surge of excitement.

The circles, from slow to fast, from regular to irregular, my desire rose and fell, my breathing quickened, my body twisted. He pulled me close to his chest, letting me feel the concentrated stimulation in my lower body.

"So good," I couldn't help but moan. He stopped, then began stroking my neck again. I wanted to kiss him, I was intoxicated. He then kneaded my breasts with both hands, a little harder than before, which I enjoyed even more. He lifted my t-shirt, and I didn't resist, obediently letting him take it off. Half-naked, I instinctively covered my chest. He gently pulled my hair, turning me face up, while his lips kissed my neck, getting closer and closer to my cleavage. Suddenly, the clasp on the back was undone. Like a warrior guarding the line, I gripped my breasts and sat up straight, but my resistance crumbled instantly as the shoulder straps slipped. My naked upper body silently awaited further violation.

His hands began to squeeze and knead my breasts. "Sister-in-law, you have so much milk," the word "sister-in-law" sent a jolt through me. My last shred of consciousness made me defend myself again. I didn't pull his hands away, but instead, I seemed to wantonly squeeze my breasts with him. I cried out in pain, as if tearing apart my last shred of dignity. I gave up. He lifted my breasts and suckled hard, a wave of pain mixed with excitement. He squeezed some milk out with his fingers and smeared it into my mouth, swirling it around. Obediently, I began to suck on his fingers, which prompted his other hand to quickly invade my lower body, becoming active on my labia majora.

A knock on the door interrupted this moment of pleasure. He stopped everything, put headphones on my head, and immediately began to blare moans and groans. Then he put a gag over my head, essentially isolating me from the outside world, leaving me completely at his mercy. My

skirt was removed, but my thong remained on. My legs were spread apart, my labia majora were parted, and the thong was replaced with a rope, wedged into my panties, and pulled up high. I cried out in pain, but no one heard me. Was I in pain? Did I cry out? Or was I experiencing pleasure? I couldn't tell.

I was pulled up, turned around, and slowly walked forward.

A cold sensation touched my breasts. Before I could even identify what it was, pain shot through them. It must have been a leather paddle, a rapid, intense slapping motion across my breasts, nipples, lower abdomen, crotch, thighs, and then my entire body. I quickly covered my sensitive areas, pulling back to avoid the paddle's blows, only to be met with an even greater pain in my buttocks. It must have been an even harder slap. I quickly covered my buttocks again and moved forward to avoid it, but my exposed areas were attacked again. I cried out in pain and desperately tried to push it away, but I couldn't stop the slapping for even a moment. Did they hear me? I could only hear the pleasure in my ears, but not my own pain. I couldn't bear it anymore. I crouched down, hugged my legs, and curled into a ball to protect myself. Even stronger slaps landed on my buttocks. My body involuntarily leaned forward, but I couldn't see anything. I dared not move. Driven by the paddle, I slowly crawled, occasionally fingers pinching my nipples, occasionally slapping my labia. I could only dodge, not knowing where I was bumping into. For a brief respite, I secretly rejoiced at being able to catch my breath, but the darkness and confinement made it hard to breathe. I didn't want to be alone; I wanted to scream, "Hit me again!"

But I couldn't remain silent any longer. The collar! A new restraint was placed around my neck, so tight, and pulling on it made me feel suffocated. It hurt so much, the clamps! And heavy objects were pulling on my nipples. I tried to reach out to push them away, but my hand was immediately pressed down, and I received even heavier slaps. The collar was also being pulled, and I could only crawl forward.

This went on for a long, long time. I could feel the sweat all over my body and the surging of my body. I was soaked through. Would it leak out? The occasional slaps on my labia made the pleasure surge and throb. Suddenly, my buttocks were lifted up, and the force on my waist kept lifting me higher. My legs were spread apart, and a large mouth pressed against my labia, sucking, with stubble rubbing against it. Was this my husband, my brother-in-law, or someone else? My underwear offered no protection whatsoever; the ones stuck inside my vagina were completely ignored, while the ones left on my body were constantly being pulled and bounced, seemingly in sync with his sucking.

Ah… I climaxed. He had only just begun, and I couldn't take it anymore.

My body was so weak that I could only lie on the ground, but the clamps on my chest made me even more uncomfortable. I wanted to change positions. But I had no strength in my hands, and even this little resistance brought suppression. My hands were pulled behind my back, and handcuffs were put on. After a series of teeth grinding, his mouth left, but it didn't stop. A cool sensation came over me, and before I could even adjust, it twisted and penetrated me. Great! It started thrusting in and out of my cunt. I didn't know whether I liked it or not; I was a complete mess of activity. My mouth was probably stuffed with toes, my breasts were being vigorously rubbed, my clitoris was being rapidly stimulated, and every now and then, a finger was picking at my anus. Soon things changed. A wet dildo was shoved into my mouth, probably from when my pussy was just penetrated. A vibrator replaced my hand, stimulating my clitoris even more intensely, while a vibrating egg was inserted into both holes, vibrating together. I orgasmed again quickly, this time completely exhausted, collapsing limply to the side. Powerless, I became easier to manipulate. They must have discovered my milk; I was turned over, the clamps removed, and two mouths—no, two mouths—sucked on me. They sucked hard, squeezed forcefully, sucking and squeezing simultaneously, probably aiming for ejaculation. Playing with me, draining me dry—that was the best purpose here. Looking back, these two were probably strangers; the milk was a novelty, because I was squeezed repeatedly later. My daughter's food, I couldn't let it go to waste. Soon, I was lifted up, placed on the table, pulled and swayed, put into various positions. As my neck pressed against the edge of the table and my head tilted back, I knew deep throating had begun. A vibrator was swirling haphazardly in my mouth, turning from cold to warm – the vibrator was inside. Slowly, it went in, then out, then in again, repeatedly. The back of my neck hurt terribly, but I could only endure it because I couldn't make a sound, even though my mouth was open the whole time.

Pain mixed with pleasure, because fingers were already inside my vagina. Although I had already orgasmed twice, I really didn't need to anymore. I wanted to close my legs tightly, I wanted to rest, but the sensitive stimulation quickly ignited a new fire of desire within me, and the vibrating egg inside created a new wave of stimulation. No pain, no gain; pleasure came first.

A surge of heat washed over me – was I about to orgasm?

But something's wrong, this surge isn't outward, it's inward! They're giving me an enema! When did they remove the vibrator? When did they insert the tube? My questions couldn't keep up with reality, because the water kept increasing, making me feel so bloated! This sudden discomfort seemed to distract me from the pleasure from the fingers; my lower abdomen hurt so much. The flow stopped, the outlet was blocked, and I had to adjust. Ah! I screamed, but the vibrator in my mouth stopped me, because a hand was pressing on my lower abdomen—it hurt so much. The pain didn't extinguish the lust, but rather felt like flammable material being ignited everywhere inside my body by the fingers. I wanted to struggle, because the flood had burst its banks. I wanted to escape, because the volcano had erupted. But I felt like I was already dead, floating above the clouds. A wave of suffocation brought me back to the mortal world; after a brief journey to immortality, pain was everywhere. My facial muscles were so stiff I couldn't close my mouth, my nipples were clamped in torture, and my anus was stuffed shut, causing my stomach to ache terribly. There must have been a penis inside and outside my cunt. Although I felt no pleasure, and even my senses were almost gone, I could feel the violent impacts. My body was thrashing up and down, and the faster the impacts, the tighter I felt my neck being choked. This was how I was banished to the mortal realm. I couldn't rest properly, but this was the only way I could rest. I wanted to scream, to release the pain, but did I scream? Did it relieve the pain? Because all I could hear were moans. If there were no pain, I would be at peace now, without desires or wants. Then someone else came. His rhythm was different. He didn't choke me, but he liked to grab my breasts hard, just kept grabbing and grabbing. I was really in pain. I heard my own screams, but it was no use. Everything continued. The penis left, and the milking method changed. It was a rhythmic pulling motion, and suddenly I thought of milking a cow. My nipples should be constantly being pulled, and milk should be spraying out continuously, but it stopped after a few strokes—probably because I didn't have enough milk to spray out. I didn't have a moment of peace because they were busy again. Another penis was shoved into my mouth. He wasn't in a hurry, slowly, slowly moving forward, deeper and deeper, so long, probably longer than my brother-in-law's. I couldn't go any further, but he kept pushing forward. My nausea intensified, and my body writhed more, but he showed no sign of backing down, continuing. A hand was constantly pressing and undulating on my stomach, combined with the vomiting, making my body churn violently. My body curled up again; I wanted to resist, at least to put up some resistance. Reality is always so different. I don't know when the handcuffs were removed, but my arms and legs were spread wide and suspended in the air, seemingly bound together, because my struggles only brought me more pain.

With another surge within me, I released, and I didn't even know what I felt. It wasn't pleasure, but it was very comfortable. The relief after a long period of pain was a kind of gain, and perhaps that's why I've always pursued sadomasochism.

My belly swelled up and I released several more times, each time with a dildo stirring inside my pussy, my clitoris being stimulated from time to time. A powerful thrust came, and the dildo was about to squeeze into my back door, only pausing briefly at the entrance before breaking in. It didn't hurt as much as before. Although there wasn't much pleasure, the dildo inside my pussy made my lower abdomen slowly soften, at least it wasn't so unpleasant. I knew the pleasure I liked had come.

The ropes were untied, and I was turned onto my side. Less restraint, more comfort. I would just quietly enjoy it. Everyone else seemed silent, just this one dildo at my back door. After a while, I was turned over again and lay face down on the table. This position was better; my back door felt more comfortable. If only I were lying face down on the bed. After another violent thrust, a warm current rushed into my body.

I was pulled up and thrown to the floor, where I just lay there. The penis was gone, the dildo was gone, and a sense of emptiness washed over me, but it was alright, I'd already been satisfied.

[The End]

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