I left my bedroom and made my way to the bathroom where I brushed my teeth, every time I looked in the mirror I was smiling. I brushed my blonde hair ...ack behind my ears and allowed a few stray hairs to fall either side of my face and then checked myself out in the mirror once more (still smiling) before heading back to my bedroom to get dressed. It was a pretty hot day, even in my pyjama top and shorts I was pretty warm so I unbuttoned my top and tossed it into my wardrobe, and picked out a. He tied the long loose ends of the tit rope to rings on the rail of the wall forcing her tits to stand up toward her shoulders. He stepped back admiring the beauty of this big titted woman arms tied behind her, legs spread tied to the ceiling, tits bound making them bulge, turn red, blindfolded and ball gagged. He took several pictures of her from different angles and close ups of her tits and pussy waiting for her to come to. Putting the camera down he stripped naked, move on the bed beside. “There’s nothing more beautiful than a women bound naked, open, and ready for pleasure.” He tells me. His heated words send tingles to all the right places causing my pussy tingle with need. He casually drags some of his fingertips against my oily body starting from my bound wrists to my bend knees. The slow glide of his hand exploring my body feels so good; it’s awakening my senses and making me want to beg for his cock. After several minutes of this teasing, my skin is on fire and I can’t. "Mrs I didn't know you'd be home early! Uh, please, it's not as perverted as it looks"But we both knew it was. Again, overwhelmed with the shame of my wife seeing me for what I am, a FAGGOT, addicted to gay porn.When she realized she had ruined my orgasm it seemed to trigger her dominate feelings towards me."So you want to be a FAGGOT eh, go fetch your cock-lock, and butt plug then"I looked up at her dumb founded."Yes I know all about your little toys, do you really think you can keep your.