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She walked through the fog. Dense, grey and wet, it had rolled in from the sea, shrouding everything. The streets seemed eerie; they took on a different character when the weather changed like this. She could hear the distant mournful call of the fog horns from the shipping lanes. Her heels tap tapped down the street and she felt very aware of the noise she was making. All seemed so quiet around her.
She looked behind her as she crossed the road and glimpsed movement. A dark figure, there and then gone. Impossible to tell if it was man or woman. She tried to shrug off a slight anxiety. She liked the fog after all, enjoyed the way it wrapped around her and changed the well tramped pavements into unknown landscape. The thickness of it today was something else, she felt like rubbing her eyes to see more clearly, as if she was wearing spectacles that had misted over.
She was suddenly conscious again that she wore nothing under her coat, apart from stockings, suspender belt, knee length high heeled boots, long leather gloves and her coat. That was it. She smiled to herself as she considered flashing passing strangers then slipping away into the fog. She felt vulnerable and yet liberated.
This was what the man she was meeting had asked for. These were his demands on her dress today. Her body quivered in anticipation as she thought of him exploring her, slipping his hands through the opening of her coat, taking what was his. She hurried towards his house. Her body eager, nipples hard and cunt hot.
The road was quiet now, the area more exclusive, high walls, dripping trees and large gates, leading to Victorian red brick houses hidden in the grey.
She was almost at the drive to his house. Her breathing was faster and her focus on thoughts of the games to come. Suddenly she was grabbed from behind, turned and pushed against the wall. Hands all over her, strong and hard body holding her flat against the wet brick. She couldn't move. Her face was hard against the wall, she could smell the wet cement. She tried to push back and had her feet knocked apart, his knee between her legs. She felt off balance and weak. His fingers, cold, were suddenly in her cunt. His breath on her neck and then a low laugh.
“Ready for sex then?”
She flushed in relief and humiliation at her own arousal and readiness. “Yes, always for you.”
It was him. He spun her around.
“Take off your coat.”
She hesitated, they were still out on the main road, fog shrouded and quiet it might be but.... anyone might come.
“Do you defy me?”
“No Master.” She placed her trust in him and took off her coat. Her body open to the elements, cold damp fog draping its touch over her.
“Stretch your arms out and legs apart.” The weight of her coat pulled on her left arm as she obeyed him. Standing exposed on the pavement, body starting to shiver, but all she was aware of was her hot cunt and need for him. He stood looking at her. Was that a car she could hear? Someone's footfall in the distance and a dog barking? Sure enough a car flashed past them, gone before she could gasp although she turned towards the wall again to hide.
He slapped her arse. “Postion!”
She sucked her breath in and moved back to where she had been standing. He fished in his pocket, drawing out a length of glistening chain. He snapped the joined clamps cruelly onto her cold tight nipples, giving them a little tug, then tightening them some more. He lifted then dropped the chain so it swung hard against her, tugging her nipples. She gasped with the pain, it rocketed through her, straight to her cunt, which was now swollen and aching for attention.
He took her coat and helped her back into it. Each movement shaking the heavy chain, making her breasts swing, tormenting her crushed flesh. He pulled the coat around her, tightened the belt, pulling the chain through the opening. Another length of chain appeared from his pocket. Her eyes widened with the knowledge of what he was about to do. He clipped the dog lead to the chain dragging at her nipples, then pulled it, “Come bitch, let's go walkies....” He chuckled to himself to see her face flush and knew under her coat her whole body was reddened in a mixture of humiliation and arousal.
Every step jarred her punished flesh, she could feel her cunt juice running down her thighs. He pulled and swung the chain at whim. Little gasps and squeaks were forced from her and he chuckled as they walked. “Let's walk faster.” He stepped up the pace until she was almost jogging to keep up to his stride. “Oh, no wait,” he said, the picture of innocence.
“That must be hurting you?” She knew he expected no answer and so made none. “Let me make them more comfortable.” He pulled her coat open again, kneaded her breasts, rubbing his thumbs over her tortured nipples, then tightened the clamps some more. Agony flowed through her and her legs went weak for a moment. “Here, lean against the wall” he whispered, pushing her forward, a steel butt plug had appeared in his hand and he popped it into her mouth, “Hold this a minute.” His fingers went deep into her cunt, she knew they'd come out dripping, he spread the fluid over her arse, pushing inside her anus, slipping fingers briefly over her clit, he took the plug from her mouth and rammed the cold steel inside her, hard and heavy it filled her. She was almost crying for sex. Her cunt was screaming to be filled.
“Walkies then?” She could hardly take in what he was saying. He tugged the lead, pain flared through her again and she stood up straight. “Tut tut, do your coat up you whore. We are in a public place for goodness sake.” He laughed at his own joke.
“Whore bitch come on” and he tugged the lead, setting off at a pace again. She trotted beside him, the plug heavy in her arse, her cunt slick and dripping and her nipples an agony of tortured flesh. Shall we go for coffee then... he pondered. No let's fuck, she pleaded inside her head, knowing he wanted no word from her. She was going to orgasm on her own at this rate, each step sent an erotic twisted pain driven pulse, straight to her cunt. She could feel her thighs slick above the stocking top.
He stopped suddenly and she bumped into his arm. He dropped the lead inside the front of her coat, cold chain burning her skin, her nipples pulled again. Then he waved to a neighbour, out walking their dog, the irony was not lost on her. God no, she thought. I can't bear this. Her mind ran through the double entendre conversation she knew he was about to delight in. They exchanged pleasantries and her heart all but stopped when the neighbour invited them in for tea. He made excuses then turned them towards his house. They slipped through his gates, lost now to public eyes he stripped her coat from her. Unclipped the lead.
“Run.”
She looked at him. He drew a length of leather from inside his coat, slashed her across her breasts. She hopped away and turned, he slashed her across her back and bottom, she started running up to the house. He was easily able to keep pace, slashed at her buttocks, legs, back, arms, anything he could reach. She ran as fast as she could, breasts bouncing and nipples bitten into over and over by the clamps as she moved. She pushed into the front door, it was open, she ran inside.
“Over the sofa,” he ordered. She ran breathless and burning, nipples on fire, stripes covering her, stinging and aching. Threw herself at the back of the sofa, leaning forward, bracing herself and spreading her legs. He rammed his cock straight into her offered cunt, deep and hard slamming against her cervix. Fucking her, over and over, endlessly until she thought she would pass out. Orgasms rolled through her. He pulled the steel plug out of her, sinking his cock into her open arse, his orgasm pumping his spunk deep, deep inside her body. Thick white fluid seeping from her as he withdrew. Their sex cocktail slid down her legs.
“Oh look here,'” he said, “Let me take these off... they must be uncomfortable....” and he pulled the clamps from her bruised raw nipples while she screamed.
“Still foggy out,” he observed. “Shall we go for a nice walk?” He let the chain run through he fingers as he pondered.
Edited Wed 17 Mar 10, 12:29 PM by alexandraa
| 17 Mar 10, 5:11 PM such_serenity UK(PR), 10 yrs  |
Wow. Major yummage x Kiss me with apocalypse |
| 17 Mar 10, 6:36 PM harley_quimm UK, 4 yrs |
shivverrsss  Child of Chaos. |
| 31 Mar 10, 1:52 PM Scribbles UK(RH), 4 yrs |
Very good 6.6 billion versions of the truth |
| 2 Apr 10, 1:10 PM Elegantly_Wasted 8 yrs |
Thought this might be about getting friendly with man's best friend....
Can't decide if I'm disappointed or not nice read, nonetheless!
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