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202 The teacherThe teacherThe thing was that I met this lady through this wonderful set up called x hamster, she was local to me, well within 10 miles I reckon on a world scale that`s local!She had read one or two of my scribbling and we chatted as you do on here, she said she was in her 60`s had a dog and was interested in something I wrote some time back.Like you I thought it would be a K9 story, but it was nothing of the sort, though she did admit that she loved K9 and her dog, which I said was a big turn on for me.We chatted for I suspect a month or so, time passes on here, we started to trust one another a little and she revealed she had been a teacher all her life and was now still on the supply teacher network so was very wary of her ID being revealed, anyway we chatted and it seems she had been happily married but he had had a stroke some years ago and was now incapable she too felt it would be more than she wanted to sleep with another man though she knew time was passing, so she needed to still be stimulated while she was young enough to enjoy it. We came to an amicable understanding and we finally met in a coffee shop at a local market, it was very much classic brief encounter stuff. We wandered into the local park and sat watching the ducks and chatting getting to know each other and just generally enjoying each other’s company.She stands about 5 foot 6inches, about 10 stone, sandy hair tidy, average build, smiling round face, skirt and jacketed, everyone`s idea of a schoolteacher. We are not all Tarzan or john homes and I am neither, being just a standard 7” husband who has been brought up to be faithful and that a marriage is based on trust. I do have a problem, I have a wife who I would never cheat on, (that`s cheat as in sleep with another person [though LOL, lesser charges I will consider!] OK I can hear you chuckling from here. We met a few times after that, each time getting a little closer, and each finding out a little more of what makes the other tick.To save embarrassment we will call her Marion, and him Jack, she invited me to her home one rainy October type day and I met Jack, he was a wreck of what I could see had been a big active chap, unable to do more than speak slowly and move his left arm. His mind was still working though and his eyes held a sparkle that even disability didn’t dim.Marion relieved the girl that had been sitting with Jack, as respite, she came in once a week, and gave Marion a half day off. The big old dog sat at his feet, a cross Alsatian and something brown, with the name of Bruno, named after the boxer as according to jack he was large, brown and dim, I couldn’t possibly comment.We took tea, Marion explaining to Jack that I was Eddy and that I was the chap she had told him about and that I was there to help her with what they had discussed. Now I at that time was not over sure what they had discussed, and Jack with a twinkle in his eye realised that, so he slowly said that he was overjoyed that I had taken up the challenge, giving me a lop sided grin as he did so.Marion told him not to tease me, then went on to explain that she wished to set me a challenge based on the story I had written. (Fine, but which one?) She said there were a couple that she thought were exceptional because they were her particular “turning on”. It seems that her thing was to have the victim, slave, or sub give instructions to her master or executioner exactly what was to be done to her then submit to the punishment or whatever. It seems I had had my victim do just that in one or two of my stories, the one I regarded as my worse story being the one that did most for her in which a terminally ill woman arranges her own very traumatic death in the exact way she wished. The challenge was to find just one video in the hamster range that had the subject asking for whatever to be done to her then submitting and receiving whatever she had decreed, she said that if I could find one video that did just that she would let me watch and film as she and Bruno had K9 sex.She added she would never allow me to have full sex with her myself in deference to Jack (which fitted in well with me) but that I could use her by hand whenever I wished both gently and in a BDSM way for all three of us as Jack wanted to watch.I have to say I was “gobsmacked” here was someone I had thought a pillar of society offering to let me use her body in any way bar with my cock! Her husband giving his go ahead and to watch and film her with her dog if I could find just one video!Well you all were a great help I don’t think…a month has passed since I asked for your help, and nothing not one video of the right sort was forth coming, hundreds nay millions of eyes and not one sniff of the sort of video she asked for! (I am still looking)A victim orchestrated BDMS video. The best we came up with was a piece of video called “happy afternoon” [http://xhamster.com/movies/460254/happy_afternoon.html] in which the lady victim asks the chap to spank her.That was the nearest I could find and I, duly E mailed Marion and explained. She took a day or two to answer.She said she had thought she had frightened me away as it had been so long that the challenge had been just for my k9 gratification and that the rest still stood. Dim bloody eddy had missed out for a couple of months for bugger all! A misunderstanding! The video was not really what she had in mind but she conceded it was filling the criteria that she had set me, so we arranged to meet again, for coffee as we had the first time, same time same place She didn’t drive so I parked and walked the last bit to meet her, I could see she was keen this time so we were soon in my car and off to her home, parking a street away and walking the last bit to her home, as her neighbours are a curtain twitching bunch I carried my mill board (an old army trick to look busy) as if I was carrying out some sort of survey or was getting her an estimate, or perhaps social services or someone.Anyway we were soon in with Jack as cheerful as ever despite his disabilities, sat with Bruno the big brown dog flopped at his feet in his armchair in front of the telly playing chess with the respite girl. Jack greeted me like a long lost friend, despite only having met him once, his speech having improved a little over the ensuing months he was capable of very slow but nearly clear simple conversations Marion informed me. Some years ago I had worked with the mentally unwell and had learned to just except their speech disorders and just to ignore the shortcomings of their unhappy lives by not showing I could see their disabilities, and this fortunately put me in a good position with Jack.She went off to make coffee and speak with the departing girl ‘carer’ a gangling pimply article with a heart of gold named Genna while Jack took the opportunity to tell me he was glad that I was going to help Marion achieve what he no longer could. Typical of Jack I soon found, straight to the point.Marion returned with the coffee and we sat, Marion on the floor at his feet with the dogs head on her lap, in a companionable group at the fireside drinking and chatting with Jack who had a lively brain still but obviously found expressing himself frustrated by his slow speech.He stumbled out the few words to Marion to get on with the job a slow smile spreading across his face as he did so.She smiled back telling him he “always was impatient” and slowly unbuttoning the top of her mustard coloured two piece suit jacket, to reveal a smooth silky white top under it, which followed the curves of her body like a second skin, enhancing her breasts enough to sharpen my already expectant interest and I could see old Jacks eyes sparkling as well.She flashed a dazzling smile, at me and explained that “the dog thing would take more time than we had today so for Jacks entertainment, she would allow me to take a few liberties if I so wished” By now I so wished believe me!Feeling not a little guilty, I slid the polar necked blouse up and off of her body, she raising her arms to allow me to remove the garmentThis revealed a pair of delightful breasts held in a shear, silky see through bra, I kissed her lightly on the lips then slid my arms around her and released the catch of the restraining wisp of silk, savouring the moment as the cups released the soft skin her areolas standing brown against the pale flesh and the nipples delightfully pert rapidly becoming erect. One glance at jack told me that he was still a happy man his smile lopsided as it was spread from ear to ear and with his flies opens his good left hand caressing what may be described by some as a fair old todger!I began to fondle the silky smooth skin, gently gripping her nipples twix thumb and forefinger, alternately teasing and playing with the little erect nubs, gently pulling on them, milking them and kneading their softness while watching her face flush with excitement and her head tilt back. Her arms at her side offering neither; assistance or resistance, her body mine for the taking her eyes fixed on his, in a way that transmitted secret messages of love and lust and reassurance between the two of them. I instinctively knew I was here, as a surrogate, a live extension of Jacks lust, a stand-in, and a puppet, just to supply them with the excitement they could no longer give one another. I couldn’t have cared a fig, if I could enjoy the luscious body of this lady for their joy so be it, I never knowingly look a gift horse in the mouth and the way I looked at it, it was as a service for the disabled!.She began to gently moan, her half dressed lower body still untouched she was beginning to react to my pawing hands, the dog impassive lay dozing beside his mistress, Perhaps he knew his time would come, her left hand scrabbling under Jacks chair, pulled out a short black leather multi-stranded whip perhaps 8” long which she showed first to Jack who nodded, them presented it to me, pressing it into my hand with the single whispered word “please” and glancing at Jack, she thrust her breasts out putting her shoulders back. Even slow old Eddy could not have misunderstood what was wanted!I began gently to flick the whip across her nipples, her reaction was amazing, she knew the savage end of this whip that was a fact, she hissed “harder” and it was not a request,!I increased the power, her breasts bouncing at every stroke, her moans louder, the flesh taking on a tint of rosé! Again she hissed “harder please harder.” Never having had the offer of someone wanting me to really use the whip on tender flesh I was a bit taken aback and hesitant, but her eager nodding told me she was serious.So I did as asked, now the whip sang as it stroked her tender flesh, lines of red on the pink, her breathing harsh she began to climax , gasping , and groaning loudly yes, YES, YES, YESSSS!I as the yanks say bust a nut, not even having removed any clothing, or touched myself or having been touched either, a climax the like of which I had not had in a long time!It was soon over and we returned to the real world, Jack with a broad grin, his thumb up nodding his approval his flies still open though I could not see if he had climaxed,.Still topless she was soon talking sensibly again; smiling timidly, explaining that she and jack used to enjoy the BDMS scene a lot, and I had unwittingly become her chastiser. She asked “did I mind?”Me? Mind! Mentally I had been looking for someone to use like that for most of my life! No, I did not mind in the least….though what about the marks and pain etc I askedWe spent the next half hour discussing her wants and wishes, her desire to have her breasts used painfully, how far I could go, safe words, things they had done in the past from bondage through wax, to once having Jack`s name scribed into her arse with a penknife. She still had the scars, saying she would show me another day.Time was passing; Autumn outside, dusk, the light going, she was still sat in front of the fire, her dog his head on her skirted lap, her naked breasts showing red lines, highlighted in the soft light of the fire, her husband benignly nodding and smiling, having obviously enjoyed the whole experience.Reluctantly I quietly took my leave, seeing myself out into the real world and leaving them in a haze of contented afterglow.That evening I had a PM from Marion, she thanked me for my help and understanding, giresun escort asking me to visit again, any afternoon, as soon as I could get away, to just go straight to the house phoning first to be sure they were not having nurses or doctors or whatever.Wild horses would not have stopped me returning and it took only a few days before I had a chance to be absent for a few hours un- noticed and was again knocking at the door of the little home. I was greeted as a long lost friend; Jacks eyes telling me I was oh so welcome.Marion was casually dressed, in slacks and a t shirt; this time which I felt was a pity as I had enjoyed the school marm effect, she asked how long I was to be with them? I said all afternoon if that was OK and her lips met mine which I took as a yes.She handed me a note from Jack, printed from his laptop, it was a long one and it must have taken him a day or two to have expressed all that was written, she fetched tea as I sat to read, in essence he had said how glad he was that I was helping with his wife, he was no longer capable and though he enjoyed watching he knew seeing her achieve what he could no longer help her with was the best he could hope for. He hoped I would not spare her from the pain she craved and that we would all benefit in some way. I later found that he used just one finger and it was his best way of communicating, so I gave him my E Mail address so he could communicate direct with me any time he wanted.She asked if I would undress this time, as she wished to see my body, so I duly stripped off, my poor old dick doing its best to imitate its youthful glory and stand to attention, though perhaps a bit less than I would have liked perhaps it`s a guilt thing ! As she knelt to kiss it her hands fondled my balls, she showed her prize to her disabled hubby, his thumb stuck up bravely and his face spoke of his approval, I was flattered.To my regret (as I love unwrapping things,) she began to remove her clothes, her top came off to reveal a black well worn bra, which she slid out of with practised ease, revealing just the faintest of pink lines from our previous session, then the slacks, panties and tights slid down as one leaving faint red lines on her pale skin where the elastic had held her waist.Her body was now revealed to me for the first time in its entirety, I spent some time examining her curves, her pert little butt, the faint scar of the single word ‘Jack’ now only just faintly visible on her left cheek, her breasts not perhaps perky or youthful, but nice all the same, nipples erect but facing just downwards, pinky brown, against the pale skin.My eyes travelled down-ward, her belly, perhaps showing a little plumpness of age, the naval, hidden by just a tiny roll of extra skin, down to her mound, covered in a light sandy triangle of neat hair, her labia large hanging pink, soft to touch, damp and inviting to eye and hand alike. She stood impassive, hands at her sides as I carefully scrutinised her body, giving me the freedom of her body, me kneeling now my hands running up her cool legs feeling her contours like a blind man, unable to believe she was stood for me, here in front of her husband, her willing cuckold, her erstwhile lover and her partner in life. My fingers found the lips of her cleft, I felt her stiffen, the first touch of a strange hand I thought, but there was something more, the wetness on my fingers increasing as I gently stroked the velvety lips probing for her hood feeling for the little button that I instinctively knew would be special. I was not wrong the little button reminded me of a tiny penis, fully an inch long, an erect miniature prick, she smiled, at I suspect my surprised look, and whispered she “knew it was unusual, but she had grown to love it anyway!”So did I and I told her so in no uncertain terms, Jack began to chuckle, then to her he hesitatingly stumbled out the words “I told you so”, she had obviously been worried about my reaction to the size of, what I later found she referred to as ‘her deformity’ She now began to let her fingers do the talking, they ran over my body, in a way that said she was not bothered about the pound or two of extra weight that I carry, I am under height for my weight By a couple of inches, and I only have a standard 6¾” dick nothing exiting, I am no sex guru, no Tarzan, just a keen amateur who writes on hamster.However she seemed to be happy enough with what she saw as she began kissing the old todger, like it was the first dick she had ever seen, I am glad enough to say to my great relief that the dammed thing came to life standing and stiffening like it hadn’t for a year or more, my wife being unable to enjoy sex now and things are never the same by hand are they… enjoyable yes but just not quite….Oh well today things were going well, Jack giving me an enthusiastic thumbs up, as she sat back on her heels, and kissed my face and lips. She whispered what shall we do now? As if I should know what to do, I write about it but faced with reality my mind was a blank I was like a k** in a sweet shop, all those things I had written and my mind a total blank, I did not wish to overstep the mark, and frighten her away, nor did I wish to appear a complete wimp.She began to chuckle, “I suppose you are wondering what I would enjoy…either she was very perceptive or she was the world`s best at tact! “Would you like to spank me”, she asked, “or perhaps the peg bag would help, or there is that little whip you enjoyed last time, I have ropes, handcuffs, just tell me what you fancy”… k** in a sweet shop didn`t come close to describing my feelings, So probably to play for time I asked to see what kit she had, she bowed from the waist and called me ‘sir’, leading me to her treasure chest behind Jacks chair.I expected her to rummage, but she actually picked out each item laying it at my feet like some set of surgical instruments, there were as she said, ropes, straps, pegs candles, handcuffs, a ball gag, a couple of whips, a paddle, a tawse, and a selection of canes rods and the like. There was also a bra, one of a type I had never clapped eyes on before full cupped black lacy and nicely styled, it had hundreds of tiny pins point inward sewn into it, I asked about it and was told that “Jack used to make her wear it out for an evening as a punishment if she had not done as he wished either quickly enough or with hesitation.” I must have looked a little shocked when she went on that ‘some evenings she had come home with her slip all bloody from being unwittingly jostled in the pub’.They also had she said “a pair of knickers and a basque in the same set” but added that she had never been told to wear them as she had never been that bad! She smiled at me with eyes that penetrated to the core, and said she had hoped one day to have the need to wear them especially the basque which she knew Jack wanted to see her in it while with the dog.Now me I couldn’t wait to see her in the stuff and I said so, to thumbs up from Jack who was craning round to see what we were doing, she said sometime she would wear it all out side for me and fished in the trunk for something else.She withdrew a small box and said with an evil smile that “what`s in here I will allow you to use, but only if you can bear just one on the foreskin for two whole minutes, I am used to them But I need to be secured .and you can fetch me off while I have them on anywhere you want to place them and I mean anywhere. She smiled at Jack and his face told me nothing I didn’t already know as we moved back to the fireside, the box still unopened.She looked deep into Jacks eyes and asked me” if I was game”, and I said I was, though my heart was missing beats, as I had no ideas what was in the box, but I reasoned if she could bear a number of them whatever they were, I could bear just one.She opened the little blue box and there lay a stopwatch and six of those little green butterfly clips used to hold orchids to their supports. They have three teeth in each half of the clip, and I can now tell you they have a vicious spring, they lay in the box though looking innocent and harmless. “Go on then “I said though my mind was a jelly. She smiled again and gently pulled my arms behind me, fitting the handcuffs, she gave the watch to Jack `s clipping it in a clip on the chair arm near his good hand; she then reached for a clip.Those teeth closed gently but firmly onto my foreskin, as jack pressed the button on the clock with his thumb, a red hot pain ran back through my prick and the most excruciating pain began, she sat back on her heals, her fingers dabbling at her sex opening her lips so I could see her inner sex. My old todger began to stir, what a time to get a stiffy, the little teeth digging in as the clip bit and the bloody thing swelled.I closed my eyes, thinking perhaps without the sight of this wonderful lady my stiffening prick would collapse and some at least of the pain would ease. Sadly in my mind was a picture of this sadistic cow, her fingers in her sex as vivid as if my eyes were open, nothing eased. I gritted my teeth desperate to get to the two minutes, believe me I wanted to return this favour, Tears ran down my face and I felt her lips graze mine, oh was she going to suffer for this, stop this Jack the time must be up soon, she was laughing now at my discomfort, Jack grunted and she released the tormenting little clip, which if anything made things worse for a moment or two as the blood and feeling returned.She kissed me again and then released my hands, and I quickly rubbed at my tool, hoping to drive away the pain.Meanwhile she slid her hand into Jacks flies easing his tool out, the easing his testicles out as well so he could reach himself she then kissed the tip of his penis re-set the stopwatch in the clip on the chair arm, then turned to me with a laugh, saying that she had felt it was the only way to show me what she so enjoyed and desperately needed. She then turned and knelt down offering me her wrists behind her to secure, it took me no time at all to fit the still warm handcuffs, I then added a couple of straps to her ankles and another strap from ankles to wrists.Jack was trying to say something, ggggag he gurgled; she smiled at him and nodded, then said to me “He wants me gagged, before you do don’t forget how painful it was for you, and remember just 2 minutes from the last one going on!”I fetched the gag, but before I fitted it I asked where I could fit the clips. She replied in a quiet voice that “that was up to you and my beloved jack”, and that she would bear whatever, as a sign of her love. She then took the ball meekly into her mouth and I fitted the unfamiliar strap round her head, before I then went to Jack and asked him to give me a thumb signal when I was near the spot he wanted the clips to be fitted. His smile was broad, I had allowed him some input and he was delighted.I pointed to her nose, the thumb stayed down, a nipple the thumb quickly turned upwards, that I expected, the second nipple also got the thumbs up, all fairly straight forward, I pointed to the naval and that too got the ok. So I pointed to the sides of her lovely breasts, shaken head and the thumb down, the ears; no, that was not right either.I had been avoiding her sex; I could not under any circumstances believe that he would attach these little monsters to somewhere so tender. That however was just what he did want and so to my surprise did she, opening her knees, to expose her labia, and leaning back for me to allow Jack to pick the location exactly.More than a little amazed I pointed to the left lip edge, a definite nod this time and the thumb up, OK, the other lip got the same treatment, that was five, it would be beyond my belief that he wanted the last on her hood, I gently pointed expecting the thumb to drop down, but that was not what happened his nodding was most emphatic, the sixth was to go on the hood.Jack placed his best hand on his watch then with a steady gaze he nodded to her, then to me, it was time.With a shaky hand I attached the first little clip to her naval, no reaction. The pair to her nipples came next; she, leaning forward eagerly to speed my hand. They were soon in place, now for the worse three, she leant back knees open again, one slipping on each lip, each with a slight moan from behind the gag, each with deceptive ease.I slid giresun escort bayan the last clip into its place gently easing the spring shut onto its tender target with a nod to jack who set the watch into motion.She began to make a noise, a muffled squawk more than a scream; it rent the air and my resolve, I stepped forward to release the last clip again, but saw Jack shaking his head, emphatically I was to leave her.Her knees clamped shut, no doubt to deter me as well; she rolled to her side, her head thrashing from side to side her eyes rolling, and breath coming in gasps. Jacks hand was working on his penis, So I glanced at the watch one minute had passed, her pain must have been immense, but she was flush of face now and her climax oh so close, a trickle of blood ran from her left sex lip, these two were climaxing together, Jack spraying cum onto his legs, Marion twitching and gasping in the throes of the most spectacular orgasm I had ever witnessed.Jack now made a noisy stuttering s, s, s; stop at me, time was up.I rolled her onto her back, slipping the last clip quickly off first, noting the three teeth marks on the soft pink flesh, and the clips slipperiness, next the left lip, the teeth dripping blood as it came loose, her eyes telling of the pain of the returning blood-flow.I slipped off the right clip then in short order the naval and the nipples the teeth dug deep in the soft flesh, she slumped to the floor on her face hoping her weight would slow the returning blood to her nipples as I removed the handcuffs, and the straps.She rubbed at her sex and both the nipples; unsure which to hold first, as I undid the gag, turning to me and gasping her thanks, she said it was the best climax for months.On tottery legs she stood kissed Jack then knelt to give me the finest blow job ever, swallowing every drop of my huge spend with a relish to make a fine end to the afternoon.As we dressed she explained that she had had for her the best climax this year, she was worried that I would be frightened off by the pain of her climax, I assured her that although I had had some worries early on I would be honoured to return if she and Jack wished me too. I told her to think things through, then contact me on my e mail when she had given it all some consideration.I was soon on my way home a wiser man by far.Well a few days passed, since my first dose of her BDMS games, and I received a mail asking if I was available on the following Saturday, yes I was and I sent a reply straight away.I quickly had a reply from Marion, saying that Jack had been working on a mail to me and to be a bit flexible as his spelling and so on was a bit rough, she didn’t know what he had planned for her but wanted to comply if she could for his enjoyment, so she had not read it herself, and he had said he wished them to go out for the afternoon of Saturday then return for a short session after if I could be available.I explained to my lady that I was going to take out an old friend on Saturday afternoon he had had a stroke and I would not be back till that evening if she had no objections as I knew she was off out to the dance club she ran with my daughter.By the time she had agreed and wandered away the message from Jack had arrived, for the completeness of the story I will include his mail; Eddy, thank you for your elp last week, want to take her out on saturdee an I want yoo to dress her and make her were wot i lay out fer her. 2 pm. Wark the dogAn took piksTanks.From this I understood that I was to arrive at 2pm, dress her in the clothes he had laid out, then take us all out for a while, walking the dog returning at 5 pm, and I was to fetch my camera, no location was mentioned and what we were to do I had no idea, neither, when we returned was there any hint of what was to be done.Ah well Jack must be moving better if he was able to select her clothes, and wanted to go walking, though his idea of a walk was probably different to mine, either-way there I was pressing their bell at exactly 2 pm on the Saturday. She welcomed, me dressed in her housecoat, Jack`s face lighting up as I entered the living room and even the dog sidled up to me and extended a welcoming paw before collapsing again behind Jacks chair.To Jacks obvious delight I had fetched my camera and he gave me a thumbs up and struggled out the single word “copy” and upped his thumb he wanted me to film every step of the way.She took my hand and led me to Jacks bedroom in what had once been the lounge, he no longer managing the stairs.Laid on his bed were various items of women`s clothing, a pair of handcuffs, and a box marked later in shaky crayon.Marion said he had collected all these himself, and she was proud of his progress, though it had taken all week, for him to do so.I took a photo of the items and then Marion herself, both before and after she shed the housecoat the only item she was wearing.Now I have stripped off ladies clothing on many a day but I had no idea of the order of dressing one! So I explained my problem to Marion, who smiling handed me first a wispy black suspender belt, which I soon had round her lovely waist, she slithered her silky stockings up her shapely legs, and I attached them as I was shown, so far so good.I also put my camera to use, a shot with every garment.I picked up the wispy matching knickers, and it was not till she stepped into them that I saw the tiny pins facing inward that the things were studded with, her face was a mask as she said she knew and understood his need to inflict pain on her body, (though I must admit I still needed educating to really understand it all) together we slid the wisp of lace into place, I was glad I was not wearing the thing and she took a little extra time making sure her clitoris huge and oversize was as comfortable as she could make it twix the tiny points.Next came the bra, matching the other lace items, she leant forward and allowed her lush breasts to dangle as I eased the cups into place, she then stood as I secured the straps for her.She said she knew he was saving the basque till she would have the dog for me, she understood what his devious mind was like she said. Together we eased her blouse, a pale red one onto her upper body, and then we wrapped a longish grey skirt around her hips before the final item, a jumper in a bright red colour that she remarked cheerfully would at least not show any blood.By now my old todger was so stiff I was finding life uncomfortable, as she led me back to her sadistic husband every step for her causing discomfort from the pins.His smile was from ear to ear as she turned and allowed him to see the effect of the assembled clothing, I helped jack from his seat and together we toddled to the car, sitting jack in the front seat as Marion with the dog locked upMarion slid oh so gently into the back seat, presenting her wrists so I could secure her by slipping the handcuffs on her wrists, the dog slipped into the seat beside her and we where soon off.We drove for a few miles till jack pointed to a side road leading up to the downs, the last few yards were over rough ground and must have been purgatory for Marion, sitting as she was on a bed of pins like some fakir of old.We parked the car and Jack pointed to the top of the nearby hillock perhaps a mile away, grunted go and taking the dog we set off for the indicated hill top , Jack sitting observing from the best seat in the house, the front of the car! The dog wandered along oblivious of the pain each step was causing his mistress, there was also the humiliation of the obvious handcuff`s on her wrists in front of her, as there was a number of walkers some with dogs on the downs path. One pair even stopped us, a couple in a track suits with curious eyes that looked askance of me as he asked what we were about!I smiled sweetly and said the first thing I could think of, “that she was revisiting the scene of her crime!” As we resumed walking along, he grunted something to his wife about a ‘latter-day Mira Hindley’ and they jogged on taking to my relief, no further interest.We arrived at the monument at the top of the hillock, I took yet another photograph, offering to sit a while and get our breath back, she shook her head, saying she did not want to sit at all it was just too painful, so we waved at Jack, then began our decent,The dog got to the car first, jumping into the back seat on my command.Jack beaming as she stood for him at his car-door, recounting my brush with the couple, he then wrapped his arm round her and to my surprise he managed to remove her skirt. She stood her stocking clad legs and the little panties oozing with trickles of fresh blood in tiny rivulets, her eyes shining, as his hand struck at her seat, then at her breasts before he told by pointing to get in the car. We set off home Marion still with no skirt.We arrived at their home as dusk was falling, I helped Jack indoors then opened her door and allowed her and the dog to go indoors, where I made coffee as Jack again ran his hand, quite forcefully, over her backside and her sex pressing pins into her already bleeding flesh as he did so.I returned with the coffee, she was just loving his attention, her face said that without any words, and he motioned me to release her wrists, which I quickly did.She remained standing while we drank the beverage then he grunted and gestured for her to change. We were all under no illusions that it was to be into her basque, he pushed me after her he grunted “picture“!I quickly followed him and pictured her as each item came off, she removed her bra and the breasts were swollen tender and a pincushion of tiny punctures.Her panties revealed a mess of worse wounds where her weight had forced the pins into her seat, though she had uttered not one word of complaint. She removed the stockings and the suspender belt, picked up a box from her bedside and showed me the contents, confirming it was a red basque, all encasing and fitted with hundred of tiny pins as the other items had been. Alone this would have been fearsome, after a couple of hours having your skin tenderised it must have been agony.She wrapped the thing unhesitatingly around her body, turning so I could do the laces up and bidding me lace it tight. Once in the fearsome thing and having posed yet again for a picky she led me back to the living room kissed her husband and knelt on all fours on the rug in front of the fire.She called her faithful hound and he duly trotted to her.His tongue flicked up and down her wet sex fetching a groan from her, his nose deep into her sex now she shuffled forward and leant over the poufe that Jack had usually had his foot resting on. My Camera was now working over as the a****l hopped up onto her back; she let out a screech, as under his weight the tiny pins penetrated her flesh, his forepaws gripping her body and his hips thrusting at her exposed lips in the hope of invading her soft body.Suddenly he was deep in the woman`s cavity, his body lurching as he stabbed his bone in a mad frenzy into her cleft, jerking and slamming against her rump, his weight shifting the fearsome basque as it moved on her skin.She began to moan softly at first then ever louder as my camera caught every move; the knot began to swell in her she told us of its size between groans, she said her gut was filling with his hot seed, her belly distending against the tight basque to groans of pain, joy, and excitement all rolled into one unholy sound. Breathing loud, grunts of stop, please stop, but no force on earth could have stopped this mad dance.The a****l slowed to a standstill, still filling her body, together they were tied for what seemed like forever, they finally parted with a plop, dog cum running from her like a dam had burst, she reached for my prick dragging it from his lair and sucking the life force from me, her mouth overflowed as I came in a gusher. Spent we collapsed to the carpet and I released her blood spotted, swollen body from its encasement. The dog having slunk away to clean himself. She sucked Jack next; he was soon filling her mouth as well, a smile wider than the Mersey on his face.I removed her basque, her body swollen, red dots on purple skin, we eased Jack into his bed then together we tottered to the bathroom, she bathed during the next hour in antiseptic then I had the joy of soothing her puncture skin with soothing escort giresun cream before I finally took my leave tired beyond words.Well it was a whole weekend before I next heard from her she said that Jack had suffered another massive stroke, he had passed away and she asked me to attend his funeral.A couple of days later she again rang and gave me time and place, I promised to attend, the wife being away with her sister in Middlesbrough for the week it was an easy decision to make, not that I would not have gone anyway.On the day it was the sort of day when the rain, though light soon had you wetter than if you had been through a sheep dip, grey clouds filled the sky, and it was cold as a fridge, we were glad it was a cremation and not a graveside we stood at.It was a sad little gathering, a s**ttering of relatives, a couple of ex school teachers he had worked with, attending more in duty than love and me his stand in penis. There was the usual tea and buns job afterwards, about a half-dozen relatives, faces long, standing trying to be as cheerful as they could for her sake, saying how he would be sorely missed, which we all knew was a load of old pony as they hadn`t visited in a coons age and they would forget him faster than a yesterdays turd once gone from the house. I was introduced as Jacks friend, Eddy, few spoke to me, the spectre at the feast.Marion was glad to see them go, especially Jacks sister who was particularly slow to wobble away, the light failing as she waved her goodbyes and we packed the elderly drunken woman in a taxi for the station. Marion flopped down on the sofa I noticed not in Jacks old chair, the dog dumped his shaggy head on her lap and I made us both some strong tea.We sat silently staring at the fire, me not knowing quite what to say, she tears running down her face, letting her grief show for the first time that day having held it all together for as long as she had been able. Soon cried out, she quietly said she wanted to thank me for making Jacks day when I had last visited as he had long wanted to see the dog inflict some real pain on her body.She said and that “after I had left Jack had awoken and had asked her to stand in the light for him so that he could examine the millions of tiny wounds,” she explained that his joy was unconfined when he touched her bruised and punctured body. They had dropped off to sleep cuddled down together in his big bed, he happily Satisfied with her discomfort, his finger deep in her body.His joy must have been just too much as about an hour had past when she suddenly felt his finger twitch, then he groaned and they both drifted off back to sleep, her thinking he was having a dream! He never moved again. When she awoke she immediately knew in her heart of hearts he was gone and she had difficulty removing his cold stiff finger before dressing to cover her damaged body then calling the doctor.No-one else knew what had happened and her tiny wounds had mostly now gone, though she still had one or two of the more persistent ones left she said she was “so glad that she had plucked up courage to have given him this last piece of earthly pleasure,” She went on to explain that they had played with pain for years, but it had sort of fallen at the wayside since the stroke until I had come to their aid. We embraced, as a friend, just reassuring, my arms round her hopefully giving her strength. She kissed me, gently asking me to remain her friend and lover as she would need my strength over the next few months. Eddy, never one to look a gift horse in the mouth naturally offered all the help I could give!Together we made a simple meal of egg on toast and then we returned to sit at the fireside as she told me of some of the things she and Jack had got up to over the years it was an eye opener, believe me! they had had a strange life at best, she being in need of pain and he a sadist they had been the perfect couple since the off. They had met at university, a whirlwind courtship two twenty year-olds deeply in love from meeting at a dance.He had presented her with a whip as a private engagement present and she had known instantly that she was going to enjoy their lives together totally. Uni over, at her graduation she had walked to the front of the great hall to collect her scroll with a clip on each lip of her sex lips, to remind her of him he had said, the clips she imagined the whole room could hear clicking faintly together as she walked her face red from embarrassment!Again for her first job interview, her nipples had been clamped for the whole of the time, he had said to concentrate her mind, and she had sat in front of her new headmaster and his board for a whole hour, his eyes never leaving the tiny protrusions in her figure hugging bra for an instant. She got the job easily, though the head was sadly disappointed over the next few months, though not for the want of trying.Then there was the swimming class she led weekly, she always wore a one piece suit to school swimming class, jack knowing she was to teach a class of young boys fitted the thing with a sand paper strip between her legs, she didn’t know of it till changing and by that time she had no replacement suit, forced to wear the modified suit she carried out 45 minutes of stiff training with the boys, removing the suit as soon as she was able, to find her lips bleeding and her clit very sore, to his great joy when she returned home, where he immediately set about increasing her discomfort by using her for over an hour over the table end.She smiled sadly as she recalled the incident, then went on to tell me of a holiday horse riding in America, camping and trekking, a long sexual romp from start to finish, where she was used by him despite or perhaps because of her saddle-soreness, he also lent her out to the native Indian guide and that was not to be for the last time, at his request she was to find herself used by other men for his enjoyment both in and out of bondage.I was to prove to be the last in a long line of spare dicks. Some had just screwed her, some had been allowed to use her cruelly and one had even believed he loved her, though Jack quickly sent him packing, I alone had been allowed to watch her being abused by the dog and even then there had been a huge pain element. It was all just their own strange way of expressing their love for one another, who are we to judge, we all and I mean ALL have a sexual foible of one kind or another, and if you don’t believe that, just remember you are proving what I say is right by simply reading this story.Anyway, this night I was here and not going to be missed at home, I could stay and enjoy her, comfort her and cosset her, show her that there was an alternative to pain. I began to stroke her arm, gently feeling her contours through the thin blouse, she said would I stay with her this night of all nights, I quickly agreed to do so, and explained I would be gentle with her as I didn’t want to give her pain and remind her of her late husband as it seemed that was his domain, not mine or hers just his. She fondled the dogs head, got up from the sofa, and said she appreciated the gesture and but that she was mine whatever I wanted she would do for me tonight, just to lay Jacks ghost.She removed the dog to the garden for a short while, before bedding him down in his basket in the kitchen.A coffee apiece and some biscuits’ on a tray appeared at the fireside, served by Marion, still fully dressed for the funeral, white blouse, black pencil skirt, seamed nylons black high heels, jewellery.We drank the coffee, ate the biscuits, silently waiting for the perfect moment or perhaps putting it off! Regardless of what we had said we knew we would soon have full sex, simple unfettered sex.Like a pair of schoolc***dren we began clumsily to remove one another`s clothing, slowly at first then quickening pace as we became desperate for one another, her skirt dropped like a black autumn leaf, her slip followed white frothy silky dropping across its darker partner like snow on a coal pile she stood her tiny knickers peeping from under the white blouse tail.The blouse soon joined the slip, her matching maroon undies lacy against her pale skin. By now my old todger was stiff as a guardsman on parade, I soon lost my suit and shirt to her nimble fingers, and it was my turn again.With eager fingers now, I released her lovely breasts from their lacy holders, to reveal her erect nipples both with nipple clamps, tight gripping her tighter than I had ever seen clamps worn before. I slithered her panties from her shapely hips, to find a pair of clamps on her lips, I looked askance of her and she replied that she had worn them for Jack as a last gesture.Tears coursed down her face as I released the clamps for her, they had been in place for some hours, far longer than was normal even for an old campaigner like her so not all the tears were emotion, as the returning blood must have been agony. We clung to one another till the pain passed and she began at last to remove my vest and pants. Naked now bar her stockings and my socks we each began to fondle the others body, collapsing onto the soft sofa as we did so, the guardsman soon found a dugout he liked, as we began the time honoured rythmatic movements of a full blown fuck, time stood still as we rocked one another to our first climax of the evening, kisses like rain on a tin roof, as we lost all control, I nibbled her ear, she chewed my neck, a mistake perhaps in view of matron returning on Monday, but at that moment we just were so far gone nothing else mattered.I sucked on her nipples bruised as they where, she writhed like a snake under me as I began my second climax massive and filling, she groaned, gasped and climaxed like a she devil. We rolled onto the floor still deeply entwined, we did not become detached or even notice as we began again to move towards our third mutual climax, our lips bruised with the ferocity of our kisses. Like a waterfall she wet my balls with her spend, it was enough, the usually sleepy todger managed a third small spitting climax, and we lay on the hearth rug both sated for the moment our breathing returning slowly to a pace nearer human than a panting steam engine on a hill. What seemed like hours passed, we lay entwined to my surprise my tool still deep in her body and nearly stiff. The fire had burnt low when we finally roused ourselves, and toddled hand in hand into her bedroom.Together we snuggled into her bed, trying not to dwell on the last man that had been here and though I am sure we both still felt jacks presence we tried our utmost to ignore it.Marion whispered to me that she wanted me again and pushing a tube of KY, she rolled onto her tummy.Even slow old eddy got that message.An application of the lube soon saw the old todger deep embedded in her arse, we lay a while connected as we were, my body d****d on her shapely back my lips on her neck, and nibbling her bejewelled ear lobes.Slowly at first we began the sexual dance that everyone instinctively knows the moves too, the pace moving from slow waltz to a quickstep in short order.Suddenly for a surprising fourth time this night my old todger began to fill her body, pump after pump of seed like he had regained his youth again, she groaning as her cavity filled, and she too climaxed.We parted soon, age returning and the old man collapsing in wonder at the recent if brief return to youthful vigour.We snuggled down once more to sleep the sleep of the exhausted I awoke at dawn, the sky grey, her body d****d over mine like a limp warm blanket. I gently rolled her from me, kissed each breast in turn and slid from the warm bed to go and empty my bursting bladder.I then made tea and let the dog out, mundane things I know but it was necessary believe me. With the tea on a tray I returned to Marion, she still wore her ear-rings, and necklace, forgotten in our haste to remove the other clothing, as she soon sat sipping her tea propped up against the huge snow white pillows, smiling her gentle smile her eyes following my every move. She broke the spell telling me of the hickey on my neck she had inflicted the night before in our bout of passion.Laughing aloud at my instinctive move to check it out in the mirror, she asked what I was to say to matron on her return.She had a very good point…We kissed then, knowing in our heart of hearts that we could never recreate the night we had just had together. Reluctantly I slowly collected my clothes, dressed and we parted, her a lonely future and me to face the wroth of matron if that hickey had not faded by the time she returned tomorrow.

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