«After a long 16-hour day at work, all I wanted was to come home, watch some TV and relax. But my wife Briella came storming in and immediately started yelling at me about something.
Briella is a beautiful blonde with a fit body and long legs. She was wearing a shiny maroon satin blouse and an extremely short, tight black skirt. Even while angry, she looked very sexy, but her constant bitchy attitude ruined everything.
She spends most of the day on the internet chatting and drinking wine. She told me I should get a hobby and that she deserved to be put on a pedestal, among other complaints. I had finally had enough. A plan formed in my mind.
I told her she was right. I went out to the garage and started my new “hobby.” Briella walked by the garage door and heard power tools and hammering. Soon after, I grabbed her from behind, clamping my hand tightly over her mouth, and shoved her up against the door. Feeling her warm body squirming and pressing against me as she panicked turned me on.
I shoved a ball gag into that bitchy mouth of hers and buckled it tight. Then I handcuffed her wrists behind her back. I made her spread her legs and smacked her ass hard a few times. Her short black skirt rode all the way up, fully exposing her round ass cheeks and the tiny pink thong that disappeared between them.
I sat her down in a chair and quickly tied a rope around her waist. I grabbed her by the hair and roughly manhandled her as she protested and yelped through the gag. Briella struggled desperately as I tied rope tightly around her ankles. I ripped open her blouse, exposing her bare breasts, and groped them firmly.
I then buckled a heavy black posture collar around her neck, forcing her head up. Her face showed a mix of anger, humiliation, and distress, with the white ball gag stretching her lips.
Her new “pedestal” was ready beside her. Two birds with one stone — I had a new hobby, and Briella finally had her pedestal. Briella mmpphed and struggled as I made the final adjustments. I removed the handcuffs and retied her wrists with rope, then removed the ball gag. Since she is very loud, a better gag was needed. I shoved a large yellow sponge into her mouth and wrapped it tightly with clear tape, covering her mouth and head. Her expression changed completely — now she looked much more scared and vulnerable.
Soon after, I untied the rope from her waist. I lifted her and placed her on her new pedestal. Seeing my own wife like this — topless, tightly bound, heavily gagged, and completely helpless — gave me a strong feeling of control and satisfaction. Briella felt deeply humiliated and powerless, realizing she was now entirely at my mercy on her new pedestal.»
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Dude get a life 
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«After a long 16-hour day at work, all I wanted was to come home, watch some TV and relax. But my wife Briella came storming in and immediately started yelling at me about something.
Briella is a beautiful blonde with a fit body and long legs. She was wearing a shiny maroon satin blouse and an extremely short, tight black skirt. Even while angry, she looked very sexy, but her constant bitchy attitude ruined everything.
She spends most of the day on the internet chatting and drinking wine. She told me I should get a hobby and that she deserved to be put on a pedestal, among other complaints. I had finally had enough. A plan formed in my mind.
I told her she was right. I went out to the garage and started my new “hobby.” Briella walked by the garage door and heard power tools and hammering. Soon after, I grabbed her from behind, clamping my hand tightly over her mouth, and shoved her up against the door. Feeling her warm body squirming and pressing against me as she panicked turned me on.
I shoved a ball gag into that bitchy mouth of hers and buckled it tight. Then I handcuffed her wrists behind her back. I made her spread her legs and smacked her ass hard a few times. Her short black skirt rode all the way up, fully exposing her round ass cheeks and the tiny pink thong that disappeared between them.
I sat her down in a chair and quickly tied a rope around her waist. I grabbed her by the hair and roughly manhandled her as she protested and yelped through the gag. Briella struggled desperately as I tied rope tightly around her ankles. I ripped open her blouse, exposing her bare breasts, and groped them firmly.
I then buckled a heavy black posture collar around her neck, forcing her head up. Her face showed a mix of anger, humiliation, and distress, with the white ball gag stretching her lips.
Her new “pedestal” was ready beside her. Two birds with one stone — I had a new hobby, and Briella finally had her pedestal.
Briella mmpphed and struggled as I made the final adjustments. I removed the handcuffs and retied her wrists with rope, then removed the ball gag. Since she is very loud, a better gag was needed. I shoved a large yellow sponge into her mouth and wrapped it tightly with clear tape, covering her mouth and head. Her expression changed completely — now she looked much more scared and vulnerable.
Soon after, I untied the rope from her waist. I lifted her and placed her on her new pedestal. Seeing my own wife like this — topless, tightly bound, heavily gagged, and completely helpless — gave me a strong feeling of control and satisfaction. Briella felt deeply humiliated and powerless, realizing she was now entirely at my mercy on her new pedestal.»
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