Wife’s naughty experience in the bondage manor

One of the unique things about the manor was that none of the rooms had doors. So anyone could see anything, at any given moment.

This was never something Samira had ever envisioned being a part of. She was a good Muslim woman. She was only here because many years ago, she had inherited her father’s Moroccan shipping company, and through smart and savvy business decisions, she was able to create a small fortune for herself.

That success allowed her to live extravagantly in America. Not only had she become an affluent business woman, but she also made a name for herself in the philanthropic world as well, rubbing shoulders with big name celebrities and politicians alike.

Now here she was, on the ground floor of ‘the Bondage Manor,’ as many of the elitist guests had unofficially named it. She was only here because of her husband Michael, who was a British national and a wealthy tech investor with all the right connections (including a place like this).

She was a 35 year old virgin when they had married months ago, and she still couldn’t believe that he had talked her into attending a hedonistic event such as this. It was a belated wedding present, Michael had told her. A gift from his closest friend, he added.

All of the guests were impeccably dressed for the occasion. For her part, Samira’s ensemble included a sleek white dress, heels, and fancy jewelry. Her luscious, wavy black hair was parted down the center and flowed freely; just the way her husband preferred. It made her look exquisitely alluring, as he would often say.

She looked around, hoping there was no one who would recognize her. No one did. The guests of mostly middle-aged couples, all of them white, were too busy focusing on the different prizes that were up for auction.

Scantily clad women stood on various platforms as guests made bids for the ones they wanted. The women were all attractive. Young adults. Different ethnicities and backgrounds. And it pleased Samira to see that each of the young submissives enjoyed being there, with pleasant and seductive smiles on their charming faces.

“Having fun?” Michael whispered seductively into her ear. “You’re starting to look more comfortable being here.”

Samira held her husband closer. “I wouldn’t say that. I’m still very nervous.”

“We’ll be in our own room soon enough, with more privacy. Who interests you?”

She appraised her options more closely. The truth was, she would have been happy with any of the submissives. As a newly married woman, having sex with her husband was still a wondrous pleasure that left her beyond content. Michael was good in bed, and all of her sensory pleasures had been met.

But the idea of exploring with another woman was a unique opportunity to push the limits of her sexuality even further. She reconciled it with her strict religious beliefs by the fact that this was well within the confines of her marriage.

As she browsed, someone caught her eye.

An innocent looking brunette in a tightly-fitted black dress, who was petite with milky white skin; skin which seemed flawless. Her face was round and her stature small. The sub was held by a leash and collar around her neck, and she was on her knees, cushioned with a fluffy red pillow. She couldn’t have been older than mid-20’s, and her brown hair was tied in a neat bun.

“Her?” Michael asked, noticing his wife staring.

Samira confirmed, “I think she’s adorable. I can’t believe she’s even here. A girl like that?”

“Fantasies have no bounds, my darling. I’m sure she has an interesting story. Shall we have a closer inspection?”

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