Sharon's front yard display
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After Sharon's clothespins and clamps episode, we moved inside to allow her a little break. This was, after all, her first bondage experience. Just as we walked in the door, Sharon clutching her clothes, we heard a noise: the mailman driving up in front of the house.
She looked sort of sheepish, wondering just how much he had seen of her.
That planted the idea: What if she were exposed out in that front yard, where only an open wooden fence separated her from the public street? So that's what we did a few minutes later.
First, Sharon was hogtied on a towel, her back to the road so she couldn't see if anything or anybody was coming. Like a good little slave girl, she lay there, not making a complaint. She wasn't the most flexible of models, since those elbows simply would not touch. But she maintained the tight position (for her) without a whimper.
Even the neighborhood cat came over to take a look at her. Of course, she missed it because her body was rolled the other direction.
Adding a penis gag gave Sharon something else to keep her mind occupied. Such a small girl's mouth engulfing that huge gag was a pleasure to see. But it was almost as much fun to see the rope marks and to watch her spread for the camera. As she stayed wide open, she was permitted to remove the gag.
Then, one of Sharon's least favorite things: the crop. She really did not like that thing, so a few taps were enough to send her into virtual paralysis, awaiting the next blow with dread. But a stiff-as-a-board model is only amusing so long.
So, Sharon got her taste of a brutal crotch-rope.
Standing her up under the rose arbor, we ratcheted that rope tighter and tighter, pulling the skin on her belly and increasing the pressure in her crotch. As the pressure mounted, she smiled ever so slightly. That was when she was told that the ordeal would be over only when she could take no more. Inch by inch, the rope was shorted, with Sharon unable to stand any taller. Eventually, she rested her face on the rope, hoping to find some position that didn't hurt. Finally, a tug that pulled several inches of rope, lifting her nearly off her feet. That brought a grimace you would have sworn was a smile, except that it was accompanied by "Enough!" Later, she would admit that that brought a tear to her eye.
Since Sharon obviously was getting more turned on by the moment (those nipples just about pulsed), we went back to the towel for a final round of clothes pin therapy.
First, the little tit, getting a ring of pins and one right on the nipple. That didn't do much to her, so we relocated them to her crotch. Still sore from her rope experience, Sharon nonetheless accepted the pins with nary a complaint. She posed and exposed herself with her entire vaginal opening clamped shut by the pins.
The real truth of Sharon's predicament became painfully obvious after the pins were removed and she opened her legs wide.
This public humiliation had turned her on. She claims to this day that she did not like bondage, that she will never do it again.
But in the moment, the idea of being out among strangers, exposed and abused so anyone passing by could see her, had turned this devoted wife (see the giant rock she wears throughout) into a bondage slut. Her mind may have been telling her "no, no," but her body was saying "more, more."
The final chapter of Sharon's "torment" shows what happened when she was offered more. Instead of running home to hubby, she stuck around for another round. Stick around for Sharon's finale, which nobody's seen before.
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