Helen finds bondage

I followed close behind my wife as she wandered down the aisle of sex magazines. She stopped and began to examine the covers; hr hands inching toward the rags. She pulled one from the rack and began paging slowing through the issue. Page after page were filled with images of women tied and bound in a variety of posed. Some were hogtied, others suspended from basement rafters, while others were tied spread-wide over beds.

Helen's fingers trembled as she came upon a photo shoot of one young woman tied to a stone wall. Clamps pinched the woman's nipples into hard, red points. A hooded man was forcing a huge, knobby dildo into the woman's shaved, spread-open pussy. Helen slowly turned the pages, her breath deep and rapid. The bound woman seemed to take over a foot of the dildo. The man in the photos left the hard shaft protruding from the woman's cunt, **** his cock against her lips, and blasted a load of cum all over the woman's face.

Helen was panting; I knew that these images had shaken her. I pressed close to her. She leaned into my shoulder and whispered, "Do you think that they have videos back there of this type?"

"I'm sure they have lots of them. You want to go see?"