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It's been a few weeks since this actually happened, but my Master (Husband) wants me to do a write-up. He's been very pleased with my last write-ups, as he says they've given him great erections and apparently he's masturbated over them a few times too,

It was the last weekend in November, and my Husband told me he had something special, dirty and erotic planned for me. He always springs these things on me at the last minute as a surprise, but I'm always glad of them if they make me horny. He instructed me to wear my knee high black boots, a black thong, my red and black miniskirt and a blouse that he bought for me the other week (which was intentionally two sizes too small so that my boobs would be bursting out). He also told me not to put any make-up on and to tie my hair back.

It was approx 7pm when I was ready and came down the stairs to greet my Husband. Without a word, he produced a hood with a mouth gag built into it. "See why I told you not to wear any make up?" he said, and I nodded. As he placed the hood over my head, I felt total sensory deprivation. Sounds became muffled, but I could just about hear, I couldn't see a thing as my Master had already buttoned up the visor, and I breathed heavily. "on't breathe too heavily my dear" said my Husband, "this is a butterfly gag I'm going to be using on you. It'll keep you extremely quiet". As he put the gag in, I noticed my pussy had become extremely wet. I trusted my Husband, and ... well, I do love bondage. The gag didn't feel too bad at first, quite small in fact, but after a few squeezes of the device, it started to inflate in my mouth like a gag. I had no choice but to breathe through my nose. My Husband inflated the gag quite a lot so that it made my jaw open very wide. It was uncomfortable and I nearly gagged at first, but I composed myself and began to give myself to the bondage.

I felt cold steel on my ankles; my Husband must have put shackles onto me. I love shackles; they make me feel like some sort of prisoner from bygone days. I felt the chains as he moved them up towards me wrists and attached shackles to them, before adding a large and cold shackle around my neck, just below the bottom of my new sensory deprivating hood. I must have looked like one of those American prisoners who are in the high security prisons over there; all shackled up with heavy chains. "Time to go" my Husband said loudly so I could hear him. "Alan and Michelle are waiting for us". At this, my pussy began to throb. Where was I being taken as my Husband's prisoner? Was I going to be used like some sort of sex object? I hadn't seen Michelle in a few months due to her busy schedule, and I missed her. I was beyond excited. My Husband lead me carefully out of the front door and opened the car door for me. I sat in the passenger seat, wondering if anyone could see me in my short skirt and boots, hood on, all shackled up and ready to be fucked. My pussy was throbbing and dripping, and I moaned softly to myself as my Husband started the car and began driving to ... who knows where!

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