Since I have always stayed in the city, I always looked very modern, and attractive. In short, I was getting all the attention. My wife introduced me ...o a woman who happened to be her distant maternal aunt. She was wearing a nicely draped saree tucked below her navel.A gorgeous lady, she was slim as in not too fat, having a wheatish fair complexion and a good big pair of boobs. She had a lovely figure with no visible fat. I couldn’t help look at her navel and boobs from the side of her saree.. Ten, fifteen, twenty, twenty-five, and thirty seconds, as if time was slowing down, my tender nude pussy had just nestled into the warm curvature of the plywood seat, that rose tantalising from my anus, to form a wave like curve between my legs, parting my labia and crushing my swelling clitoris on its crest, and as I leant forward on the most female of feminine pleasure chairs, I could feel my teenage body rock gently, my nude buttocks clench and relax on that deliberately man made curve to. Between my legs was still a sea of pain and my ruined body was soaked with my cooling sweat and throat was dry and hoarse with my tears and my screams but none of that mattered; Marie was about to bestow a gift on me. I was once again her submissive slave girl/woman called Canz. Max, I must apologise. You asked that I should be brought to orgasm by means of having my cunt whipped with a belt. We had tried, but that alone simply wasn’t going to work. The pain was too great and I’m afraid that I. She looked at her husband and said to him, “ show him how the bench works. With this he quickely went to the bench and central bench and lay on top with his head at one end and his arms and legs d****d down the sides, It was at this point I noticed that here were cuffs where his hands and feet were. All this time he said nothing. The lady now with her lips so close to my ears that I could feel her breath with every word she seductively spoke. “I am Misstres or Miss Terie and I feel that you.