It was merely a part of wanting to give Michelle experiences she courageously began expressing, which he took as a clear sign of their deep connection...and security in each other. He figured that was what swinging was, a shared experience of new experiences.He crept up next to the women engrossed in pleasuring each other. His hands sought out the women somehow, wanting to be connected in this moment. Michelle was easy because she was on top. He stroked her bare back and over her ass. He heard. But that’s the way our marriage works, right?”I just nodded.“You’re so helpless when you have to put up with everything I do. I just can’t stop hurting you, it makes me feel so alive, so powerful. It’s such a rush to dominate you.”“I understand that, honey.”“I know. I think this is the best way for you as well, you seem to like it for some reason.”I remained silent, there was nothing I needed to say. We both knew where we stood. Our marriage had been completely different in the beginning. We. " She continued, "Every time my mind drifts to you, they get really hard and show through whatever I'm wearing, wherever I am at the time and it’s gotten so embarrassing." Louise said she’d tried soothing them with creams, stuffing her bra with tissues and had even resorted to punishing them on occasion, then tried to convince me that only I could relieve her distress. When I asked how I might please them, she immediately suggested, "With cruel and unusual tortures, perhaps?" I got up,. Amazingly, I felt myself coming close to orgasm.Suddenly he stopped and stood up. He said to me, "Wait here."He rummaged in his bag for a minute, and came up with a set of ties. "I'm going to tie you up", was all he said. No May I or Please.Breathlessly, I nodded, as he went to work. He secured my ankles to the corner of the bed first, and then my wrists. I was fully bound, unable to move. Last, he put two pillows under my bum, elevating my hips to give himself a better angle to fuck me. I was.