Pilloried Wife’s Patience Wears Thin
The expression on the face of this young wife in a pillory tells me a tale. It’s a quiet stone basement, I imagine a location on some quiet self-guided historical tour with nobody else in sight or earshot. She’s been locked in the implacable old wood long enough to figure out that (a) she can’t get loose and (b) it’s uncomfortable. She still trusts her husband to let her free, and she’s being a good sport, but he’s already run his hands up inside her shirt and pinched her nipples kinda viciously, and she really wasn’t expecting the photographs:
Via Kinky Delight.
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Love the backstory, and as always, love the pillory!