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Posted by druidic on Mon 16 Jul 07, 2:25 PM
A short time ago, we discovered a new place suitable for outdoor play. It was not only secluded and discreet but also had an air of malevolence about it. Roll on summer we said! And summer arrived yesterday.
Wearing simply an easily removed dress for the short journey and wondering what evil things were in his mind and his bag I sat quietly in the car, nervous, curious and highly aroused!
Dress removed I stood silently with my hands on my head, watching as he squatted down and brushed away any obvious stones and debris away from the ground. He then stood, moved my hands back down and placed a blindfold over my eyes.
He led me a few steps forward and helped me to a sitting position. I had expected the grass to feel damp but it had been sucking up the sun since early morning and was warm and comfortable beneath me. Lie right back he said.
I relaxed, enjoying the warmth on my skin, whilst he roped each wrist and each ankle. Then one by one, each limb was pulled away, the ropes tightening around them, the ends taut, and the virtual silence of the day was broken by the tapping of wood upon metal. The ends of the ropes had been attached to tent pegs and the pegs malleted into the ground.
I lay spreadeagled on the ground. The soothing rays of sunshine were interspersed with tiny whispers of breeze. I could hear bird song and a faint trace of farm machinery in the distance. Beneath me my body was beginning to feel lumps, bumps and nodules – not so comfortable after all!
“There's a lot of insects around” he commented. This set me thinking. Whilst I am not scared of any beasties, I have no desire whatsoever to feel any of the little buggers crawling on my bare skin willy nilly! My imagination surely then began to work overtime, every slight feeling on my body was something with multiple legs! I recall giving myself a talking to in my head, saying pull myself together. But then I truly did feel a something on my belly, moving back and forth, wriggling, tickling. What is it???? I asked. “Something capable of stinging you” was the reply I received. I am certain that at that moment I whimpered aloud, my head recalling a particularly nasty clegg bite received last summer during outdoor play. For those moments nothing in the universe existed apart from that crawling feeling, deep concentration as my inner eye watched the path over my skin that this as yet identified beastie was taking. Running about over my tummy, down over my pubic mound, moving to my inner thigh. I think I subconsciously held my breath for those moments, willing the “thing” to go away. Suddenly a sharp pain was felt on my inner thigh. I shrieked “Get it off me!!!!”. I could hear him laughing, could hear the sound of my own heart beating a loud tattoo in my head. I felt his hand on the sting area, stroking gently. Him telling me it would be fine. I began to calm down, pulling my mind away from the sensation in my leg.
I suddenly felt a little chilled, like the sun had been turned off – no doubt a cloud passing over. But I was soon distracted by the feeling of the end of a cane prodding at my breast. I inhaled, bracing myself for a swipe over my chest area, but exhaled loudly as I was taken by surprise by the stroke landing across my thighs. Another, another and another and I howled. Three more and my fists were clenched, my head shaking back and forth. He began to use the weapon to tap tap tap on my labia, the stinging immense. He tells me he will stop if I say "thighs". I say the magic word and he moves his attention back to the front of my thighs. The three strokes he laid on this time were far harsher than the first seven. He moves the cane to the side of my left thigh and applies three strokes, moves around to my right side and gives the same treatment. I can feel my arse pushing hard into the ground, feel the tiny stones imbedded in the grass scratching at me. The cane finds its way to the inside of my thighs, three strokes applied on each leg. I know I am shouting loudly now. “Would you like a gag?” he asks. I did not answer him – probably not the wisest move!
He sat astride me, his crotch near my face and I realised very fast exactly what I was about to be gagged with! It soon became not so much a gagging but a choking! I could feel my eyes watering beneath the blindfold. At one point he held my nose completely removing my ability to breathe. I recall my fingernails scraping at the ground.
I gulped in lungfuls of glorious fresh air as my nose was released and my mouth freed from obstruction. I felt a loosening of the ropes around my ankles and my legs were brought together and lifted up so as that my arse was no longer on the ground. He then pushed my legs so as that they were bent, knees resting upon my chest. Then that bloody cane again, slicing into my now exposed sweet spot, the stretching of the area always making it hurt so much! The pain had just began to swallow me up when it stopped. I felt him let go of my ankles, heard him tell me to keep the position on my own accord. His fingers sweetly stroking my cunt, delving deep inside me, but as he removed them I realised it was not for my pleasure but for the wetness – his fingers then spreading the natural lubrication to my alternate entrance!
His hands flat against the back of my thighs, he pushed deeply into me – I suspect my moans echoed for miles 
And when it was all over, untied and de-blindfolded, I looked to my leg to inspect the bite. Nothing there. The evil fucker had simply used a long blade of grass on me and nipped my skin to fake the sting!
Edited Mon 16 Jul 07, 2:28 PM by druidic
Replies
16 Jul 07, 2:32 PM
amarya
UK, 5 yrs
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ohhhh boyyyyyyyyyyy
where is it ...where where where...
take us there too pleaseeeeeeeeeeee
grins
ermmm was it good??
amarya xxx |
16 Jul 07, 2:40 PM
star_DT
UK, 3 yrs
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Im gonna kill amarya. She told me to read this and now my frustrations are building to exploding point.
You are one lucky lady! |
16 Jul 07, 3:27 PM
druidic
UK(DD), 8 yrs
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star_1 wrote:
Im gonna kill amarya. She told me to read this and now my frustrations are building to exploding point.
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Tsk! I would have a word with her dom about a suitable punishment for her 
FIFE & TAYSIDE MUNCH
"A genuine passion is like a mountain stream; it admits of no impediment; it cannot go backward; it must go forward."
- Christian Nestell Bovee
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16 Jul 07, 3:44 PM
glasgowfella2
UK, 2 yrs 
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This redefines hayfever ........
GF2 Subs are like kites - they only fly if you hold the string ...
For Fabulous Floggers not to mention Wonderful Wand Works just send a memo ...
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16 Jul 07, 4:45 PM
houndofhades
UK, 24 mths
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druidic wrote:
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And when it was all over, untied and de-blindfolded, I looked to my leg to inspect the bite. Nothing there. The evil fucker had simply used a long blade of grass on me and nipped my skin to fake the sting!
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I'm liking K's style...
Although I sympathise of course lol
if you love it, tie it up and spank it....
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16 Jul 07, 6:02 PM
star_DT
UK, 3 yrs
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druidic wrote:
Tsk! I would have a word with her dom about a suitable punishment for her
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*fingers flying over keyboard*
Memo in progress!
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16 Jul 07, 7:21 PM
Blubell
UK, 3 yrs
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Superb! Sundays as sundays should be 
Blu x Always smile, give everyone something to wonder about
I am Me, I don't know how to be anyone else!
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