Milfgigi.com HOGCUFFED HUMILIATION June 06, 2019

My livingroom is a complete mess with all my new shoes sprawled around the floor. I can´t wait to try them all on before my husband gets home from work and sees how I spent his hard earned money! I put on the gold strappy sandals laced tightly up to my knees and admire them in the mirror. I hear the door open and realize he is early – oh no!!! I haven´t had time to pick up the shoes. He is furious at me and I deny purchasing them. I tell him the shoes were a gift from my friend in Italy, but he does not believe a word of this! I frantically look for the proof, but can´t find it. He decides to punish me and slaps a pair of handcuffs on my wrists and shackles my ankles. What are you doing?? I swear I didn´t spend money on these shoes. He demands that I pick up the mess and clean the kitchen. It is difficult to do the work handcuffed and shackled and the cuffs dig into my flesh, but I comply because I am frightened of him – the angrier he gets, the more perverted and sadistic he becomes. He tells me a German guest Yvette Costeau is coming for dinner and I better get the food ready. I begin to panic since I am not a good cook. I prepare a salad and some coffee while we wait for Yvette. She comes in and looks surprised to see me like this. Jim tells her what I did and instead of taking my side, she immediately stands next to Jim laughing at me. She has no mercy on me at all while I wait on them hand and foot stumbling around in my cuffs. As the salad is served, Jim removes my cuffs and I am so relieved that this embarrassment is over, but instead he quickly cuffs my wrists behind my back and XXXX me over to the couch. The bastard shoves a ballgag into my mouth and straps it in tightly. As if that wasn´t enough, he adds clear tape around and around my face. Then he hogcuffs me joining my wrists and ankles with a padlock. The two of them continue XXXX and enjoying themselves while I am gagged, hogcuffed and humiliated. Leggy Yvette finds this amusing and comes over to taunt me. I struggle furiously landing on the floor. The German guest begins cursing me for the lousy salad. This is not a dinner!!! She puts the plate of salad on the floor next to me and my eyes widen in fear. I see her hand coming down and she pushes my face into the plate. I sob in gag as she fondles me laughing. Off they go for a nice evening while I am left helplessly hog cuffed and rolling around the floor.