Saying that I went brought the sindur that my mother used and her spare mangalsutra. She was staring at me. I put the sindur on her head and mangalsut...a in her neck. I kissed her forehead. She looked beautiful. Open hairs, earrings, nosering, sindur on head and a mangalsutra hanging between her breasts. Me: Now you are my wife. She: well now I am married. It feels great. Me: how about suhaagrat? She: you have already had it. Me: no this will be different; saying so I removed her panty and my. I didnt expect it and it made me hot. He stood up and walked over to me and asked "do you like being told what to do?" i didn't know what to say but he could tell that i did. He pointed over to the sofa and hinted for me to go over there. "i want you to face the wall" he whispered bluntly. I slowly walked over to it, keeping my eye on him the whole time. He followed and stood behind me. I could feel the warmth of him so i knew he was close. He slowly put one hand on my arse. Gently stroking my. I didn’t doubt for a second that he could design and build something like this. I didn’t doubt for a second that he’d know exactly what his machine would do, and stop me if there really was any danger to it.I pulled the horse-head mask down over my face, taking the bit between my teeth and enduring a slight moment of panic when I felt the whole thing snap into place. It pressed my head tight against the headrest, and I really couldn’t see anything through the mask. I had to remind myself that. That Voice! The one that had ruined her life before. But it was so insistent and spoke straight to her need. She needed cock, she needed to be fucked, but above all she needed to cum. It had been so long and it was getting harder everyday to satisfy herself. Myka took the drinks back into the living room. The voice going from soft purring encouragement to berating insults. Calling her a coward and a whore before telling her she was worthless and no man would ever want her. She made an excuse.