Gao Chukman

Revolt Of The Slave by Gao Chukman Revolt Of The Slave by Gao Chukman As I sit here at the desk in my study on a beautiful Saturday morning, my wife Sally is in the guest bedroom with her old school friend Leah. They are lying on the bed and both of them have their arms handcuffed behind their backs. They are wearing silk kimonos which are open at the front and there is a strong rubber strap round their waists binding them tightly front to front. There are also pairs of nipple clamps linking them quite closely at the breast. Their ankles are chained together and to the bottom of the bed but they are not talking to one another because each is wearing a large, red, rubber ball gag. They are probably wriggling a bit because they are also wearing, if that is the right word, a well-lubricated, electrically operated, double dildo set to provide maximum clitoral stimulation at random intervals. They are not blindfolded and, when I last saw them a few minutes ago, their eyes appeared to be spitting fire at me. This is not a phenomenon I have seen before and it has made me wonder whether I shall survive the aftermath of this little joke I have played on them. I have noticed before that women do not always react in the same way as men do to practical jokes. This is illustrated in the definition of a pregnant woman as someone who takes seriously what is poked at her in fun. Anyway, I thought it might be wise to record why I have placed Sally and Leah in this position in case their retaliation gets out of hand. God knows, I have had enough provocation. ...