I love my spreader bar.

I was dubious when my husband bought it. Frightened about the loss of control.

Now, I relish it. We return from the pub and, giggling, I ask to be buckled within its confines.

Panties removed, I am bent over, legs forced wide and fastened, wrists secured. My bared cunt and arse are vulnerable now. I am exposed and at his mercy.

He threatens to invite his friends around. Dripping gooey cum, I sob.

He laughs as he fingers, fucks and spanks me.

“Please, not in my bum!” I beg.

He knows exactly what that means…