Stirrups with Straps

We were powerless to stop it. We couldn’t figure out where to draw the line: just how far was too far. I’ll be honest: I still don’t know where that point is and I’m not sure if I’d recognize it if I saw it. But, what I do know is that right now, I’m watching my work-wife struggle on the delivery table with her thighs tied to high and wide birthing stirrups. I’m watching my work-wife suffer through yet another long and painful contraction: her chin pressed to her heaving chest, her knees up by her leaking breasts, her widely spread thighs shaking and straining against their restraints, the enormity of her swollen belly rising high and suddenly contracting down without rest. I’m watching work-wife shudder in pain, and hearing my work-wife scream in agony as she finally pushes her work-husband’s overdue baby—my baby—to a full crown.

Ladies, you deserve to know the truth. When we say you look cute, this is what we actually mean.

We’re fantasizing about how good it’d feel finishing deep inside you, knowing that your belly will soon begin to swell. We’re picturing how low, heavy, and round your tummy will become, how your belly button will pop out from all of the pressure within. We’re imagining ourselves worshipping your belly, feeling its immense weight in our hands as they glide over your soft skin and across your intoxicating curves.

We’re envisioning you on your back, your legs spread wide, your huge overdue belly framed between your trembling thighs, your face sweaty and red from your labors. We’re hearing you begging for help, moaning, and screaming as you struggle through painful contractions, desperately trying to force an impossibly large object through an impossibly tight space. We’re picturing the midwife’s cruel fingers inside you swinging side to side: forcefully, mercilessly, and incessantly teasing your most sensitive spot open as you bear down. We’re imagining just hot and tight your contracting belly would feel to the hand, and how your legs would shake and tremble in agony as you experience the ring of fire. We’re thinking about what a good girl you’d be for pushing as hard as you can, no matter how bad it hurts; about how beautiful your face would look as you bear down in pain. We’re hearing you shriek as you finally push the head out, fantasizing about your hips bucking and fluid gushing out as you cry out. We’re dreaming about you heavily pregnant again, about you back in the delivery room, even as you loudly protest having those wide shoulders pulled out past your sore lips. We’re hoping you’ll be our breeding plaything forever.

When my labour starts, my partner subtly engineers it so that I give birth at home, on our bed, with just his hands to guide me through the most painful experience of my life.

I'm screaming that I hate him, that he's evil, that i want it to stop, and yet depending on him totally.

He gets to see every single moment, especially the head stretching me out, and my thighs trembling in his hands. He films it, just in case a doctor needs to view it afterwards, to check everything went smoothly

For over nine months, she flaunted her long slender legs, teased her swollen breasts, and stroked her ever growing belly, tantalizing her online fan base with her perfect pregnant body. Her many fans lavished her with attention, praise, and of course, donations.

It came as a real surprise when her most popular and lucrative livestream turned out to be her labor and delivery stream by a long shot. As she struggled through painful contractions on camera, an increasingly numerous crowd ultimately numbering in the hundreds of thousands gathered, tuning in to enjoy the sights and sounds of an overdue camgirl loudly suffering through labor. And as her contractions mounted, so did the donations.

As she struggled with her legs apart in birthing position on camera, as she screamed with each push forcing the overdue head to a full crown, as her tight lips and perineum were stretched to her limits, her screaming and begging reverberated in headphones and bedrooms across the world. Her thighs trembled in pain on screens of all sizes. And though her contractions were periodic, the tips were constant.

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I enjoy fantasizing about painful but necessary interventions. For example, I really enjoy the idea having to force her to stretch by hand or the use of assistive devices like forceps or vacuum on account of her being too tight and that head simply being (almost) too big to fit. Ready or not, she has to stretch over that head. And, shes welcome to struggle and scream as she sees fit.

Practice makes perfect, which is especially important for when she’s struggling with unbearable contractions, the huge size of daddy’s gift seemingly splitting her little pussy in half, and the doctor roughly stretching her little princess hole out.

With enough practice, daddy’s good girl will instinctually and automatically spreads her legs on the delivery table no matter how bad her pussy feels or how hard the mean doctor is stretching her special spot, making it just a tiny bit easier to be daddy’s breeding toy. Practice makes perfect.