HOGCUFFED HUMILIATION
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My livingroom is a complete mess with all my new shoes sprawled around the floor. I can't wait to try them all on before my husband gets home from work and sees how I spent his hard earned money! I put on the gold strappy sandals laced tightly up to my knees and admire them in the mirror. I hear the door open and realize he is early - oh no!!! I haven't had time to pick up the shoes. He is furious at me and I deny purchasing them. I tell him the shoes were a gift from my friend in Italy, but he does not believe a word of this! I frantically look for the proof, but can't find it. He decides to punish me and slaps a pair of handcuffs on my wrists and shackles my ankles. What are you doing?? I swear I didn't spend money on these shoes. He demands that I pick up the mess and clean the kitchen. It is difficult to do the work handcuffed and shackled and the cuffs dig into my flesh, but I comply because I am frightened of him - the angrier he gets, the more perverted and sadistic he becomes. He tells me a German guest Yvette Costeau is coming for dinner and I better get the food ready. I begin to panic since I am not a good cook. I prepare a salad and some coffee while we wait for Yvette. She comes in and looks surprised to see me like this. Jim tells her what I did and instead of taking my side, she immediately stands next to Jim laughing at me. She has no mercy on me at all while I wait on them hand and foot stumbling around in my cuffs. As the salad is served, Jim removes my cuffs and I am so relieved that this embarrassment is over, but instead he quickly cuffs my wrists behind my back and XXXX me over to the couch. The bastard shoves a ballgag into my mouth and straps it in tightly. As if that wasn't enough, he adds clear tape around and around my face. Then he hogcuffs me joining my wrists and ankles with a padlock. The two of them continue XXXX and enjoying themselves while I am gagged, hogcuffed and humiliated. Leggy Yvette finds this amusing and comes over to taunt me. I struggle furiously landing on the floor. The German guest begins cursing me for the lousy salad. This is not a dinner!!! She puts the plate of salad on the floor next to me and my eyes widen in fear. I see her hand coming down and she pushes my face into the plate. I sob in gag as she fondles me laughing. Off they go for a nice evening while I am left helplessly hog cuffed and rolling around the floor.