The heat of the sun...
The feeling of her cock in my ass...
The helplessness of being taken...
These are what I remember most about that afternoon...
As we lay naked together, on the sofa in the morning
light, she turned to me and gently said, "I want you to
get dressed." She was smiling softly, and a little
sadly, at the thought of what she was about to do to
me. What I needed her to do to me. Her clear brown eyes
were fixed on mine, in quiet authority, assumed as
easily as breathing; her hand touched mine, loving and
dismissing me at once.
I stood, heart already beating more quickly, and went
upstairs to obey her. As I went I looked around,
letting the scene sink deeply into me.
We were together in a redwood cabin, alone together in
a meadow in the middle of the woods. The front of the
house was mostly glass, with windows fifteen feet tall
letting in the warm sun of the young day outside.
Bright glowing green of the grass, the musty green and
brown of the trees, and the wide blue of the cloudless
sky. It was late spring in California, and already it
was warm enough by far in the sun for clothing to be
strictly optional. Or strictly pleasurable.
The meadow stretched maybe fifty feet around one side
of the house, with the soft grass growing about two
feet tall. Put a blanket down and it formed a
comfortable cushion. The high bushes around the forest
edge fenced off the meadow from most of the area
around; the solitude was complete. And I had already
given her permission to do what she would with me.
I walked quickly but with poise up the stairs; anything
less would be unworthy of my mistress. At the top of
the stairs was our bedroom. I sat on the bed and pulled
my outfit from the chest of drawers, knowing what she
wanted me to wear; we'd agreed that morning as we ate
breakfast. We have very similar tastes!
First the fishnet body stocking. She had worn it
yesterday, when our roles had been reversed, and I had
had her chained to a tree behind the house. It had some
more holes now, and I was sure it would be good for
nothing by the end of our time together today. It
stretched around me, the hair on my legs and chest
obscured by its clinging weave. My cock started to
swell as I looked down at myself, running my hands over
my body. I'm rather proud of my long legs, and I liked
how the fishnets looked on them.
Next the corset. I wrapped its black satin around my
waist, fastening the busk and tightening the laces
behind my back (top down then bottom up, as always). It
tightened smoothly around me, hugging me. I left the
laces fairly loose as I wasn't sure how severe my
mistress wanted me to be. Nonetheless the compression
felt as good as it ever had, making me even more aware
of my body. Corsets always make me feel like sex--
they're pretty much purely for pleasure.
Next the skirt, a little black PVC number that wasn't
long enough even to completely conceal my cock. Its
head peeked from under the lip of the skirt,
deliciously naughty. The shiny material clung and
stretched over my ass as I zipped it up.
Finally, the boots. Thigh-high black latex boots. I
slipped them on my feet and zipped them up from inside
the ankle up to above the knee, and as I did they
stretched around my legs. Standing up in them raised me
another five inches off the floor, though they fit so
well I could wear them for hours. (As long as I wasn't
standing.)
I was now fully dressed, if "fully" is a good word for
wearing barely enough to cover my ass, with the fishnet
appearing above the corset and on my thighs above the
skintight boots. I was feeling nastier by the minute,
and rapidly becoming very turned on.
"Slave?" her voice came from below. I hurried to the
stairs.
"Yes, mistress?"
"Ah! I'm glad to see you dressed already!" she said,
smiling up at me.
I looked down at her, those wonderful eyes above a
smile that was now less sad and more wicked. Her
nudity, so simple and innocent next to my debauched
slut clothes, confirmed her mastery of what was
happening; just her long brown hair falling across her
lovely breasts, and the feathers of her pubic hair
between her legs.
I went quickly down the stairs into her arms, as she
hugged me, bringing my mouth down to hers with one hand
while another went around to my ass. We kissed slowly
and wetly, and I hugged her, feeling her push her leg
between mine, making me rub my cock against her leg.
She pulled away, still smiling, and I almost moaned.
Her smile crinkled slightly as she looked me over.
"Your corset isn't anywhere near tight enough, I'm
afraid," she grinned as she spun me around and unzipped
my skirt. "Oh, look at that little tramp ass of yours!"
She began tightening the corset properly--I gasped and
grabbed the wall, as my balance wasn't so great after
that kiss. One thorough tightening later my breathing
was far more constricted, and I was feeling a lot more
helpless.
"Thank you, mistress," I gasped. She zipped my skirt
back up, not before reaching between my legs to stroke
me, which made me squirm again.
She turned away, saying, "Come over here, my sweet
slave! I need to put you in bondage, to make sure you
don't go touching yourself or running away." She walked
to the coffee table, on which was an assortment of
straps she'd picked out from our toy collection. I
followed her, hands together behind my back, taking
short graceful steps, and stopped behind her.
I love bondage, and she knows it. She uses it to reward
me when I serve her especially well, and to make sure I
cannot escape whatever torment she wants to cause me
when she so chooses. I especially love being dressed
like a slut and then bound and teased with my own
hunger for sex. She uses this to heighten her own
pleasure, with explosive results!
She turned me around and buckled a collar around my
neck. This two-inch collar had the buckle in the front,
as at the back of my neck a leather strap looped around
it. The strap descended down my back, with another
buckle between my shoulder blades, below which two
padded wrist cuffs were attached, one above the other.
At the bottom a waist belt went through another loop in
the strap. She buckled the belt snugly over the corset,
leaving me collared and belted in black leather, with
two wrist cuffs in the middle of my back like a saddle
of sorts.
I bent forward a bit, experimentally, and felt the
pressure increase on the front of my neck. The back
strap pulled on the collar if I bent too far, but not
uncomfortably. I simply had to keep erect posture. The
belt even tightened the corset. "This feels great,
mistress!"
"That's good, slave. Now give me your hands!" She
gripped my left wrist and moved it behind my back,
placing it in the cuff and buckling the cuff tight.
Then the other wrist, and now my arms were held crossed
behind my back, one wrist above the other, the padding
making it possible for her to tighten the cuffs until
there was not the slightest chance of pulling free. My
arms were completely useless to me now, serving only to
help slightly in my balance. Fortunately I had lots of
practice in walking on heels without the use of my
arms.
I pulled against the cuffs. Nothing except a tug on my
collar and my belt. She tightened the back strap a
notch, making my struggles even less effectual. "Ah!"
she said, "I think that's about right."
"Yes, Mistress!" I agreed, my face flushing just a
little from the pressure of the collar, as well as the
distinct awareness that I was now well and truly at her
mercy. There was no way I could reach the straps that
trapped my wrists, unless I could push one free of its
buckle... but she was still fiddling with the cuffs,
and click, I heard a small lock close, and knew she had
placed the lock through a hole in one wrist strap. Now
I could not unbuckle the cuff without unlocking that
lock, and another click ended any chance of escape.
She stepped back and walked around me slowly, smiling.
I stood, head held high by the collar, breathing
unevenly, my chest thrust out by the corset and by my
posture. My arms felt attached to my back; I was
intensely aware she was free to touch me in any way she
chose, and there would be nothing I could do about it.
She grabbed my nipples and pulled me close to her,
fiercely saying "Now you're mine, you little fuck slut
toy!" while pinching and twisting my nipples. I tried
to step back but couldn't--she'd have pulled my nipples
off. She kissed me on my jaw, a kiss that turned into a
bite, sliding her teeth along my neck above the collar.
I closed my eyes and tried to stay standing.
Then she slipped to her knees and lifted my skirt, and
licked the head of my growing cock before taking it
into her mouth. I couldn't look down at her, all I
could do was feel the slickness of her mouth and her
teasing tongue--and she stood up again and pulled my
skirt down. "I'm going to have to beat you, slave," she
said, holding me by the collar and speaking directly to
me. "But first I'm going to put some jewelry on you."
My mistress's jewelry usually hurts, and as she picked
up a handful of French clothespins I knew today was no
exception. French clothespins are simple rubberized
black wire. She held one pair which was connected by a
fine black chain, and she placed it on my nipples,
first pinching each to get a lot of nipple in the bite
of the clothespin. She hung a couple of snap hooks from
the chain, to make the clips pull harder, and to swing
back and forth when I walked. Then she held two more
clothespins to my earlobes, and I froze.
I don't have any ear piercings, and the one previous
time she'd tried clothespins on my ears, it had been
too much for me. But now she was talking to me, putting
me under her spell. "Slave, I want you to do this for
me. If you ever get your ears pierced--which I know you
want to do -- it will hurt much worse than these, for
hours and hours. I know you can take it."
"As you wish, Mistress," I said, a little shakily.
She put one on, and letting go I felt as though it was
stabbing me in the ear. The pain went deep, spiky and
shining. She put the other one on me and it doubled,
though now it was even on both sides of my body, which
made it easier. I breathed, and breathed, letting the
pain go, pulling at my bondage and feeling the corset
squeeze me whenever I inhaled. "That's very good," she
told me, "keep breathing like that."
Now the pain was glowing, still very bright, but no
longer drowning out the rest of the sensations I was
feeling. She tugged on the nipple clamps, drawing my
mouth to hers, and the sweetness of our kiss made the
last urge to call safeword dissipate completely. I gave
in to the mock earrings, letting them hurt me and get
me wet. In fact I could feel my cock dripping, as usual
when she got me in this condition.
"Now you wait here," she said, guiding me to the edge
of the sofa and letting me sit. "I need to get dressed
myself."
"Thank you, Mistress," I replied, happily turning to
look out once again at the radiant morning. I felt very
exposed here in the glass-fronted house. What if
someone came up the driveway? There would be nothing I
could do--collared, cuffed, corseted as I was. I
couldn't even try to escape. I was afraid and excited,
hungry to be touched and used.
I couldn't sit still; I stood and paced around the
sofa, nervous and horny. I felt like my mistress's pet,
my hands and arms buckled behind my back, collared, my
nipples clamped, wearing the high boots. Her stallion,
or her mare, as she chose. What would she do to me?
Would she take me outside? Would she leave me there,
bound and helpless?
It was so bright out! The sky really was completely
cloudless, and now the entire meadow was sunny, the dew
already drying off the grass. The tall, quiet trees on
all sides were the audience at this performance. I
wondered what kind of show they were about to see.
I was facing the stairs when she came to the top and
started down. She had changed into an orange spandex
top, which did very little to conceal her full breasts
with their hard nipples. Her black leather miniskirt
went with the belt she had on, from which dangled some
whips and keys. She was wearing a leather garter belt
(I could just see the garters, the skirt was so short)
and simple black stockings and heels. She looked very,
very sexy, coming for me!
She saw me watching her, and stopped on the stairs, her
eyes lowering and her lips curling in a sensuous smile.
Her hand dropped down between her legs, where she
stroked herself... and pulled her skirt up to reveal a
six-inch silicone dildo, buckled snugly into the black
leather dildo harness she wore! Her smile widened as
quickly as my eyes, and I groaned as I imagined her
putting it inside me, in my slut pussy asshole.
She almost skipped down the stairs and was up against
me, rubbing her cock against my leg while she pulled on
my nipple chain to bring my face to hers. She kissed me
so openly and lustfully it took my breath away. "Ah,
yes, slave!" she laughed, pulling back, "I am going to
have FUN with you!
"Come over here and stand by the door," she said,
leading me by the nipple chain. I pranced behind her
(high-stepping in the boots out of exuberance) and
stopped. She opened the door, and pulled me out into
the sunny day!
I stopped just a few feet out onto the front porch. It
was warm in the sun, and comfortable, even with as few
and as scanty clothes as I was wearing. "Now stay right
there," she said, patting my ass through the skirt. I
stuck it out in the hopes she would hit it for real,
but she just laughed and said, "You little slut, I'm
really going to have to punish you for being so greedy.
Now stand there and look around at where you are, and
think about what's between my legs."
"Yes, mistress!" I answered, doing as requested. The
breeze was soft, just enough to caress my skin. The sun
warmed my whole body, relaxing me and calming me
somewhat. The gentle sounds and smells of nature
grounded me, brought me even more fully into the
moment.
But I was now definitely unprotected by any walls at
all, completely exposed to the world. I looked around
at the trees. Anyone could come through anytime, and I
would be theirs for the taking! The utter shamelessness
of it thrilled me so deeply I had to squirm my legs
together and rub my cock against my skirt and my legs
for the small pleasure it brought.
My mistress returned quickly and stepped around in
front of me, kissing me again, then raising her hand
which held both a crop and a cane. "Open your mouth,
slave," she said, and as I did she put them both
between my teeth. "I want you to hold onto those, and
follow me, carefully," she said, looking into my eyes.
"Are you in your body enough to do that safely?"
"Uh huh," I grimaced around the mouthful of wood and
leather. She knew well that I might be too turned on to
stay upright walking through that field in five-inch
latex thigh boots.
"Very good, slave!" she smiled, attaching a leash to my
collar. She bent to pick up a handful of toys, two
pillows, and a large blanket, and led me down the
steps, out into the meadow.
The grass was still cool, but warming quickly. I tried
to take high, slow steps, and instantly found out I had
to keep all my weight on my toes--my spike heels just
sank into the earth! Fortunately the boots supported my
foot somewhat, and walking forward on my toes was only
mildly difficult.
I focused completely on walking, keeping the leash taut
but not too taut, as is good form for being led on a
leash. Step, step, through the damp grass, in the
bright sun, I loved my mistress, I loved being out
here, it scared me, I needed it, step after step out
further and further away from the house, to the far
edge of the meadow.
She stopped and flung the blanket out onto the grass,
placing her toys and the pillows on it before turning
to me and reaching between my legs to stroke my cock,
which leaped at her touch. "I've got you," she said
intently. "You're mine." And she kissed me again.
"Kneel on the blanket." I did, and she wrapped my leash
through a loop at the top of an old rusty stake near
where she'd laid the blanket. She put the pillows in
front of me, and told me, "Lie down with your chest on
those."
I restrained the urge to complain that this would crush
my nipples in their clamps; I knew if I positioned
myself properly they'd be all right--more intense, but
that was fine. I bent down, resting my chest there, and
then straightened my legs, so my chin was at the edge
of the pillows. The clamps throbbed on my nipples, the
clothespins throbbed on my ears, and now that I was
lying down I could do little more than twist from side
to side.
I certainly couldn't get up with my arms cuffed to my
back, and the leash around the stake meant even if I
had I'd be trapped. I was almost naked, bound,
outdoors, with my ass sticking out towards my mistress,
covered only by the skimpy skirt! I felt like I had
thrown all caution away, and there was nothing I could
do to prevent whatever was happening--so I let myself
fall even further into complete surrender, struggling
only because it felt good.
She moved to my ankle, wrapping something around the
boot, then pulling it tight and (from the sound of it)
setting a snap hook to secure it. Then she spread my
ankles widely apart, and I ground my hips into the
blanket at the feeling, my cock becoming fully hard
underneath me. She wrapped a similar something around
my other ankle, and I realized she'd just buckled a
spreader bar between my feet! Now I couldn't even bring
my legs together to conceal myself; all I could do was
wriggle and feel what she was doing to me. The boots
and the bar made me feel that my whole lower body was
bound.
She stood up behind me, silently. I breathed deeply,
and moaned, at how helpless I was, there in the bright
sun. "You really ARE a slut," she said softly. "You
make me want to hurt you. But first I want you to suck
my pussy like the little girl slave you are."
I panted, "Yes, Mistress!" as cheerfully as I could.
Thank God she had brought two pillows! This way I could
perhaps bend my head back enough to tongue her clit
without cramping my neck too badly.
She walked in front of me and knelt, pulling up her
skirt to reveal the dildo harness. She jacked herself
off a little, and I had to reach out my tongue towards
her cock, so close to my mouth. I was so hungry, bound
there like that! She thankfully gave in to my silent
plea, and placed the head of the dildo between my lips,
moving the head in and out of the front of my mouth. I
sucked it with abandon, happy to have something inside
me at last.
She reached down and took hold of my hair, moving her
hips closer so suddenly I had three inches in my mouth,
then four. My spit was flowing fast now, making my
mouth wet for her, and she slowly fucked my face as I
shut my eyes and gave in. She sighed, "Oh, yes, that's
good, open up for me... let me take you... yes, yes!"
All too quickly she stopped--"I can't help it, my clit
wants to feel your mouth right now," she gasped,
unsnapping the front of her dildo harness and releasing
the scent of her wet pussy, which I breathed in
eagerly, most delicious smell of all! She sat with her
pussy only inches from my face, then slid towards me,
my mouth opening to kiss her right at the top of her
pussy, her lips already slippery with her juice. I
encircled her clit with my lips, nursing at it,
wriggling a little in my bondage as I positioned my
head comfortably... and began sucking her.
She let me simply lick her for a while, my tongue-tip
sliding again and again up between her inner lips and
slipping over her swollen clit. I told her with every
stroke of my tongue how much I loved her and how much I
wanted to please her, and she moaned as the pleasure
washed through her.
Then I fastened my lips around her clit and sucked
gently, pulling it into my mouth and brushing it
quickly with my tongue, and she groaned and ground her
hips into my face. I released her with a couple
specially long, slow licks, and then stroked her for a
while longer before again sucking her into my mouth.
This time she held my head as she rotated her crotch
against my face, squeezing her pubic bone against my
mouth, with my lips and her clit in between! I writhed,
but couldn't pull away at all. She pulled back and I
started licking a little harder, right on that spot
below her hood.
I could feel her clit pulling back, and getting even
more swollen. I could taste her rising orgasm. Then my
chin was wet, and I knew she'd come a little, her pussy
flowing with her lust. I kept licking, staying on that
one spot, not moving; feeling her tense, breathing more
and more deeply, still holding my head, as she lay back
on the grass...
Her thighs drew together and squeezed my head between
them, as she pulled me again into her pussy and bucked
with her rising orgasm! I kept licking, as best I
could, and was rewarded with her cries as she came and
came and came, her whole belly shaking with the
contractions! I kept licking, and with each lick she
shook, with each lick she came a little more, until
finally she let go of my head and relaxed her thighs,
though she was still having contractions.
Finally I slowed and stopped, kissing her clit. "Ah,
slave, that was WONDERFUL!" she said, stroking my hair.
"I feel MUCH better now!" She retrieved the front part
of her harness and snapped it back on.
She took a water bottle and gave me a few sips, which
quenched all thirst. Then she reached to my side, and
dangled a ball gag in front of me. "Now that I've made
use of your pretty little mouth, it's time to make sure
you're quiet. Open wide!"
I did, eagerly, and she put the ball in my mouth and
pulled the leather straps back around my head. The
buckle went at the nape of my neck, and she pulled it
tight enough to draw the corners of my mouth back
before fastening it.
A final click told me she'd put a lock through a loop
in the buckle, and suddenly I was aware again of how
helpless I was! I moaned into the gag and humped into
the blanket, feeling all at once the tightness of the
corset, the collar attached to the belt, the cuffs
which held my wrists tightly, the boots with their
heels and clinging latex, the clips biting me, and the
bar which held my ass wide open. I was a gagged and
bound slut, struggling outside, a sex toy for her to
play with and use.
"Yes, I like that," she breathed into my ear. "You
nasty little girl look at you. So wanton and desperate,
out here all defenseless. Do you know what happens to
little girls like you who wander out into the woods?
They can get into lots and lots of trouble!"
She pulled my skirt up, and grabbed my ass, pulling my
cheeks apart. I groaned, as the sun hit my asshole,
which was swollen with arousal. "Look at that pussy of
yours. It looks like it just wants to be fucked," she
hissed. "I could just rape you out here, and there'd be
no one to help you. You'd probably even like that, you
slut. You need to be punished so you don't do this any
more, and get into even WORSE trouble."
She spanked me. I jerked and yelled, but my yell was
muffled by the gag, and she just spanked me again, and
again. She rested her knees on my thighs to hold me
there, and kept spanking me until my ass was hotter
even than the sun made them. Her slaps and my stifled
noises rang loud in my ears, and I couldn't stop
thinking about what we must look like, her kneeling
over me spanking my naked, exposed ass, as I struggled
beneath her in bondage.
She stopped spanking, and before I could do more than
breathe she had started with the cane. Softly at first,
softly enough to relax me, just her cane tapping on my
ass. I was so warm now, and so turned on, that I almost
felt like I was melting. She began hitting me harder,
and the pain just flowed gently through me, I wasn't
even struggling now.
Harder still, and it just felt good, being hit and hit.
Now I was just feeling. Harder still, and my ass began
jerking under the strokes, and she stopped and brushed
her fingers over my now thoroughly red ass. My eyes
were shut, my mouth resting on the pillow, head down.
More spankings! I yelled again. Then more canings, and
I felt like I was burning, my ass was so hot, heating
up all of me. My boundaries were dissolving--the sun,
the corset, the feel of her weight on me, the pain in
my nipples and ears, the big gag in my mouth... all of
it was washing me away.
When she stopped I was floating. Then when she stroked
lube onto my ass, it was so slick and felt so
hopelessly good, I just sighed deeply and opened widely
up. She slid a finger into me, and it was pure bliss.
"Look at you, you slut," she said gently, sliding her
finger (or was it fingers?) into and out of me. "You're
so wet and open I just need to touch you to be inside
you." She squeezed more lube onto her fingers and
pushed it inside me, preparing me for her.
She withdrew from my ass, and I was sad for a moment--
it felt so GOOD! She unstrapped my ankles, and told me,
"Kneel, slave." I rolled onto my side, pulled my knees
up, and through some struggling managed to get my legs
under me. I knelt with my chest again on the pillows,
and my ass sticking up into the air. This made it a
little hard to breathe, with the gag and my nose almost
in the pillow, but I could handle it. Especially the
way I felt right now--I wanted her inside me so very
very much!
She knelt between my legs, directly behind my ass, and
sat up a little--and I felt something pushing at my
ass. I pushed right back, and felt myself open, wide,
wider, no pain--well, just a little--and wider--I
groaned loudly as her cockhead slipped into my ass,
pushing all the way inside, my asshole pulsed and
squeezed it, and squeezed, and she pushed a little
more, and she was fucking me!
I was almost completely unable to move -- gagged and
collared I couldn't turn my head, I couldn't kneel up
with the corset binding me and my arms locked behind
me, and my boots kept even my feet from trying to
escape.
I was impaled on her cock, and she was still entering
me, until finally her hips were tight against my ass
and I was panting and dripping--I could almost feel the
come flowing out of my cock.
She pulled out, and thrust back in, holding onto my
hips. God, it felt so nasty to be getting fucked like
this, outside, leashed to a stake! I desperately wanted
her to jack me off, but she was just fucking me. I
struggled a little, but I couldn't do more than wiggle,
which only made the fucking more intense. I could feel
her hunger to ravage me, and I whimpered as she rocked
me back and forth.
She reached under me to take my nipple chain, and
tugged on it, so with every stroke of her cock my
nipples were squeezed again, making them throb in
rhythm with her thrusts--my ass unable to reject her,
compelled to swallow her--she reached out and grabbed
my collar with one hand and my wrists with the other,
and suddenly she was holding me still, controlling me
completely with the straps buckled around my neck and
waist, while she pumped into me.
I was groaning now, I wanted her to rub my cock so
badly, but she wasn't, and she wasn't! She was putting
everything into fucking me--she leaned forwards on me,
and pushed my nose into the pillow, and I struggled to
breathe--then she held still and pulled ME back and
forth on her cock, sliding me up and down its shaft! It
was too much--too much--I had to open up to take it,
open deeper and wider.
I stopped thinking about my cock. I stopped thinking of
anything but breathing and gulping down her cock with
my ass. I relaxed and could almost see her smile, as
she took me again and again, now that I was no longer
struggling, but just feeling. She fucked me long and
deep, reaming me out, taking everything I had to give.
I had never felt anything like it--I felt like I was
floating up into the sunny air above the meadow.
She slowed, and stopped, still up to the hilt in me. I
heard her squirt some more lube, and then she pulled my
hips up just a little, reached between my legs, and
wrapped her lubricated hand around my cock!
I uttered a long, deep groan, as she began stroking me
with one hand, still with her cock in my ass. I was
instantly completely hard, and seemed to become even
harder, my hands opening wide behind my back as all my
muscles tensed with the electric pleasure rushing up
from her talented fingers. When she began fucking me
again, sliding her hand up my cock even as she slid her
cock into me, I bucked back against her. Back, and
forth, with hand and hips, her other hand reaching out
to my collar again to pull my head back.
"Look around you, slave," she said hoarsely, and I bent
my head back and opened my eyes, even as she slid into
me again and my whole body clenched. I saw the meadow
around us, still here on this sunny day, being fucked
by my Mistress. I couldn't shut any of it out, I
couldn't deny anything anymore, I could only bite down
hard on the gag as she kept her thrusts building and
building.
My cock was beginning to twitch in her slippery palm,
feeling my ass pulsing more and more strongly -- my
whole body shaking -- my arms trying to pull free and
failing--my legs quaking with the strain -- and, and,
as she sank into me my orgasm rose up, my cock throbbed
and I CAME!
Come was shooting out of my cock in a long, strong
pulse -- then another titanic wave, my ass squeezing
her cock hardest of all -- and another, and another!
She was gripping my cock tightly now, milking me, as I
writhed and shuddered, grinding my ass back into her
hips which held me firmly -- through wave after wave...
When I came back to myself she was still holding my
cock and was still in my ass. My nipples were
complaining, as were my legs, but I just rested for a
few minutes, unwilling to let this feeling -- this
complete catharsis -- slip away. Finally she let go of
my cock, and slowly, slowly, slipped out of my ass.
Then she undid my wrist cuffs, and I painfully put my
arms back under me again; they were sore, sore, sore!
Next my gag, and then I breathed deep as she reached
for my earlobes and took the clothespins off, which
HURT! She rolled me over (carefully) and took the
nipple clamps off, which only hurt a bit. Finally she
toweled off my cock and snuggled up next to me.
"That was fantastic, sweetheart!" she said, looking as
radiant as I felt.
"YES! Oh, thank you, thank you, mistress!" I sighed. "I
love you!"
"And I love you, my slave!"
We lay there, together on that blanket, outside in the
meadow... completely at peace.
END