Angel2Go

Hi…My name is Elliot and this is the story of my journey into the world of BDSM. Not a story told by either Dom or Sub, but by an observer with a personal stake.I have been happily married to my gorgeous wife, Angel, since 2004. Recently our life took an unexpected turn, after being forced to declare ourselves bankrupt. Following the failure of our business, we lost everything apart from each other. We tried hard to maintain our independence and overcome odds that were stacking against us but continued to struggle.Then it happened; an opportunity, a lifeline and a way to survive. This is the story of our ongoing survival as a husband and his wife who has sold herself into submission and slavery to another woman. Angel is now an obedient slave, who endures brutal torture at the hands of her mistress every week, yet is always left wanting more…
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Sunday March 23rd 2008
Angel was sweating heavily, sitting in front of the fire in the
living room. Watched by myself, Erin and Jacqui, my gorgeous wife was
clearly intimidated by the silence that engulfed the room.
Naked and exposed, Angel had been led into the room twenty
minutes earlier by her mistress and knelt on the hard floor before the
fireplace. Once the fire had been lit and turned to full power, a
thick rope had been tied tightly around Angel’s belly, cruelly tearing
at her soft skin. In turn, Jacqui then bound each end of the rope to
her victim’s thighs before she walked away from her toy and sat
comfortably on the sofa.
‘Stick your tongue out Hun,’ giggled Erin as she now approached
my helpless wife.
Responding obediently, Angel flinched in pain when clothes pegs
were mercilessly clamped to both her tongue and her lips. Continuing
the torture, Erin slowly and systematically attached more and more
clothes pegs to Angel’s torso. Starting by placing a peg on each of
her subject’s erecting nipples, Erin then pinched each of Angel’s
breasts, placing a further four pegs to each. To complete her task,
Erin formed two rows of the pegs running them from beneath Angel’s
tortured tits downward, finishing by attaching a peg to each of my
wife’s labia.
Once Erin had taken her place back on the sofa, Jacqui once
again approached their victim. Quickly threading each clothes peg to
the next with a long piece of twine, Jacqui giggled to herself
knowingly as she worked. This was the final stage of their plan, and
now, we all sat quietly, watching the beads of sweat form on Angel’s
body before rolling down her toward the ground.
Watching…waiting…quietly. Angel’s hair beginning to grow wet as she
perspired…sticking to her neck and her face.
Twenty minutes after Angel had been placed in the room; Jacqui
rose from her seat and closely inspected my wife. Turning to Erin she
shook her head ‘she needs longer. She’s not ready yet.’
A further twenty minutes passed and the temperature in the room
was becoming unbearable. Sweat poured down Angel as she knelt
silently, yet uncomfortably in her place by the fire, heat beaming
down onto her body.
‘Stand up!’ Suddenly, Jacqui’s order rang across the room
clearly.
Erin chuckled quietly as she watched Angel fumble to her feet,
relying on her now numb legs to support her. As my wife attempted to
stand her posture was restrained by the rope lashed to her belly and
thighs. Angel was unable to stand straight and was held in place,
bent at the middle by her bonds. To accommodate her predicament, it
seemed necessary for Angel to remain somewhat bent at the knees in
order to stand and balance. My wife looked in incredible pain, yet
was a comical sight to watch, balancing on her toes whilst folding her
body carefully to prevent the rope cutting further into the flesh
around her belly. The clothes pegs now viciously bit into my wife’s
tongue, mouth, breasts and nipples before making their way toward her
vagina, each peg connected to the next via a long stretch of twine.
Erin now walked toward Angel and placed herself behind her
plaything. Reaching her arms around Angel, Erin clasped the rope ends
just below my wife’s stomach with both her hands and pulled it tight.
A dull shriek emerged from Angel as her bonds now cut at the flesh on
her belly, but as Erin pulled the rope ever harder, it enabled Angel
to straighten slowly.
‘I want to see her pain!’ Jacqui seemed content as the
observer for now.
In quick response, Erin immediately yanked hard at the twine
Jacqui had attached to the clothes pegs earlier. As the pegs were
ripped from my wife she collapsed to the floor screaming in pain.
Moving quickly, Erin then pushed Angel onto her back and straddled
her, forcing her sufferer’s legs to straighten completely under her
weight.
‘Please. No!’ Angel screamed past her disabled lips as Erin
placed all her mass upon her thighs. Thrashing and screaming in
agony, my wife was helpless under Erin’s cruel torture. Angel tried
to scratch and punch at her assailant but unable to reach she
gradually surrendered.
I could see Angel’s delicate flesh now glowing as the rope
burned her and her pain became unbearable. Then my wife made one last
effort to minimize her pain.
Angel knocked Erin off guard as she bent her knees, sliding her
legs toward her and releasing some of the pressure around her middle.
Erin lost balance and fell toward Angel.
Jacqui reacted quickly and made toward her slave. ‘Oh no you
don’t lady,’ she scorned, then, shoving Erin from her place, Jacqui
finally pulled Angel’s body over so she lay on her belly.
Angel cried aloud as the rope once again bit at her skin and
she was pinned to the floor by the weight of her mistress. Now
entirely subdued, Angel eventually became silent as Jacqui ruthlessly
spanked her behind, that too now glowing deep red. As her torture
drew to its demise, my wife’s whole body appeared to tense. She
scratched at the floor in immense pain whilst Jacqui showed her no
mercy. Then, without warning, Angel’s thigh muscles too went taught
as she drew them close together.
‘You really are a dirty little girl.’ Erin laughed in delight
as Jacqui removed herself from their toy. Angel was peeing, unable to
control her body through the pain she had endured, and now she lay in
the puddle of her defeat…