CLICK, CLICK, ZIIIIIP. XXXV.- NATALIA AND LITTLE PETER 🚸

The wounds on my feet lasted 5 days. I already knew I shouldn't mess with my father-in-law, although... it was always a temptation and it happened sometimes.

There are two similar but different punishments related to the feet: bastinado and falaka.

In bastinado, the suffering wasn't caused by the pain of each blow, which were soft, but by the accumulation of pain and the anguish caused by the duration of the punishment.

In falaka, the position is usually the same, however, the blows are given with more forceful objects like heavy sticks, rubber hoses, and even pieces of metal pipe. Unlike bastinado, the blows are given with all force to be painful, but beware, they can leave a person disabled.

Bastinado is ideal for BDSM with submissive people who are married or in a couple and don't want their submission to another man to be known because it doesn't leave visible marks easily for anyone to see, but the master and the slave know perfectly well what happened. The one who has been bastinado spends days remembering their master at all times. It's humiliating, but at least, only they know.

My relationship with my father-in-law went through many incredible situations. When he had already given me 15 ridiculous outfits, I got used to it and got excited to wear them in front of him, but he noticed and took away the feminization clothes, as he did with the American executive. We were already "soft".

Then he took me to a phase where the sessions started on his knees. When I was about to go home with his daughter, he would spank me with his open hand on the ass, and damn, he had a lot of strength.

But when I was going to be without my wife... buffffffffff. He would beat me hard with all kinds of objects that left marks.

How humans are, I already missed it when he didn't warm up my ass, and he noticed and stopped giving me the delicious spankings he used to give me on the buttocks. Sometimes I cried because I missed them, and at that moment, he would give me about 3 impressive spankings that left me standing and begging him not to give me more. I don't know where he got his strength from.

Then he applied a technique he said was called Shibari, where he tied me up in different ways and did what he wanted to me.

If I tell all the scenes I lived, this story would be endless, so I'll filter and get to the point.

After three years, due to issues unrelated to this, I separated from my wife, and it was much worse because he applied a cbt that kept me for about 15 days at a time.

To those who like it, congratulations, but to me, it seemed like I already had control of my sexual life taken, and I felt terrible, but I had to swallow it, or else he wouldn't let me adore his feet, his cock, his balls, his armpits... everything that had become essential for me.

After five years, my ex-mother-in-law, who had been ill with cancer for years, passed away. He ...