Rimmers Display

Lorna’s wrists were tied and her arms were held up and away from her sweat soaked body. A blindfold covered her vision in darkness and a gag muffled any screams. Lorna’s toes could barely touch the floor, putting all the weight on her wrists. She was not afraid, Rimmer, her husband, had done this, for her, believe it or not.

Lorna could hear him walk around her, and with a flick of his wrist, a riding crop would bite through the clothes she had on. “Very nice,” Rimmer hummed to himself. Aloud so she could hear it. “But I think, love, you’d look better on display…nude.” He took a knife and ran it across Lorna’s clothed covered breasts, a t-shirt and a bra, but not hard enough to leave a mark on flesh or clothing.

“I won’t hurt you, love,” said Rimmer. “But if you fight me, I might have to. Don’t be a smeghead.”

He started at the sleeve and tore down to her armpit, only needing the knife for a few seconds before he popped it into his mouth, much like a pirate. Lorna’s shirt soon pooled around her feet in shreds of dark colored fabric. With the knife, Rimmer sliced off the straps of her green bra, allowing that to fall to the floor. He stood in front of Lorna and pressed his face between her breasts and inhaled her scent.

Rimmer used his tongue to trace over to her right breast, where he took her nipple into his mouth, rolling it around so it became as hard as a diamond. He fell to his knees and unzipped Lorna’s tight little skirt. Rimmer tugged it off of her frame, revealing her blue panties underneath. He peeled off the panties, but looked up at his blindfolded and gagged wife.

Rimmer took his tongue and gave her moist slit a lick, clit to cunt hole. He pressed a finger inside of her and watched Lorna squirm on his finger, panting behind the gag. “You like that?” Rimmer asked.