She took me down the stairs and into the dungeon. 'Get on here you naughty little slut,' She said, as she slapped the leather bench. 'Faster you naugh...y little slut! Faster!' She kicked out with her boot, catching me on the butt. I clambered on and she fastened my limbs in place. She then roughly stuck a ball gag round my mouth and I was immediately drooling onto the floor. 'So disappointed sissy. Fucking yourself. Pleasuring yourself.' She said as she held a bottle of poppers to my nose. Just. There's a baseball bat shoved up my ass all the way to the top of the grip and it has been lubed heavily with bengay. I've gotten used to the burning sensation and have grown to enjoy it. It gives me something to mentally escape to when I need to. My hands are bound but have enough play for me to masturbate -- which I am instructed to do at all times. I've been in this position for what seems to be days now. I have blackout contacts in my eyes and have no concept of who's around me but there. He put his hands around my body and down to my ass and he pulled me tight in towards him as he gave me a passionate kiss. We soon started undressing each other and once naked I found myself laying on my back with my husband between my legs. He started to muff me, licking my wet shaven pussy up and down soon stimulating my clit in a circular motion with his tounge. I was moaning from pleasure and soon neared climax. My body tensed up as my husband continued to massage my clit with his tongue and. This time, it was perfect. Only, this time it was not real.And then, when my mind slowly returned from my own ecstasy in which it had been so breathlessly lost, when I was capable of thinking again, another thought began to take shape, and it was an uncomfortable one.I would have to tell where I had found that stone, that was obvious. But equally obvious was what a treasure like this would provoke: greed. Where this one had come from, many more must be. And once we'd be looking for them, we.