She awoke to him tying her up. Her wrists and ankles were tied to her bedposts with a coarse rope that scratched and burned every time she tugged on t...em hard.That night, he gagged her with a ball gag and held a vibrator to her clit for what seemed like hours. Every time she was close to cumming, he’d take the vibrator away. She was on an emotional and physical rollercoaster of his making.After the tears came the begging. When he still denied her, her begging turned sobbing, uncontrollable. The boys would tell their parents that they were staying at each other house get drunk and stay here. This went on for sometime with no problems till one night I pass out from drinking two much beer and Tom, who was also very drunk, removed my top and took pictures with our instant camera of the boys playing with my breasts. I was furious at first but the more I looked at those pictures the more turned on I would get. In the pictures the boys were wide eyed and grinning from ear to ear, it was. Jeff was really happy; Kim was still nervous. They made plans to meet. On the big day, Jeff drove out to meet Kim on Long Island. He could tell right away that Kim was nervous. He quickly took her in his arms and gave her a big hug and a soft kiss on her lips. “Relax, Kim, and this will be a lot of fun for you. If at any time you want to stop, you just say so and that’s OK.” They sat down on the sofa and talked for a few minutes to break the ice. He held Kim’s hand as he told her how. I got through it. After reading some erotic sex blogs yesterday by other women who also feel like their libidos are about s*******n stories higher than their husbands can climb, I realized that I will do myself a big favour if I really stop depending on my husband so much for my own sexual pleasure.There's been a lot of sex toy-shopping talk going on, and I'm going to figure out how to get that done this week. And I'm also going to send myself to Masturbation Improvement School. I'm sure I can.