Slave gets tied and used on a quiet bike trial. Flogging, fur, sensory deprivation and sensation play
It was a comfortable day at 61 degrees. The sun was shining bright as they wandered along the hiking trail watching the dog mark everything he could. This was her turf, though not turf she was well versed on, it was hers. As they explored the winding path, they found themselves lost in conversation. They came upon an abandoned industrial building.
She walked up to the ledge, was sort of sizing it up but it was taller than she could make. She turned around to find another way up and bumped right into Sir who had been following closely behind. A smile crossed both of there faces. The urge to kiss her was written all over his face.
She was his new obsession and was completely mesmerized by not only her beauty but her amazing personality. He wanted to learn everything there was to know about her. She was both open and yet still mysterious. Both pushing out and pulling in. it was cute the way he adored her.
She redirected the dog towards the small hill to the right of the ledge. “I could have helped you up you know.” Sir said as he followed her. “oh, ok.” She replied nervously. She set her bag down and unhooked the dog. “he won’t go far.” She said reassuringly.
He was scanning eyes all around looking for people. He had noticed a homeless camp in the trees and was making sure no one would discover them. When he was sure no one was around, he stripped her into just her lacy black bra and panties.
She smiled at him and knelt down against a steel beam, bowing her head as she awaited further instruction. Sir walked towards her and then paused right in front of her. She could see his shoes were just a few inches from her knees. She didn’t dare look up just yet. Her pulse quickening as she knelt in wait. He walked around her and stopped at her back side. She could feel him grab her pony tail and pull her up to her feet, not facing him but looking out into the woods. her pulse was beating even faster. Sir knew how she gets when her hair gets pulled.
He whispered in her ear that they were completely alone and no one could hear them. He slowly traced a finger along the upper edges of her lace bra. He then grabbed her shoulders and applied pressure to remind her of her place and who was in charge. She was completely at his disposal, whim, and mercy. Anything he wanted was his for the taking.
Sir asked for her wrists and she quickly complied. She took a deep breath to steady herself for whatever he had planned. Sir took out a blindfold and quickly tied it around my eyes. Then he pulled some rope out of his back pocket and tied my wrists together. He threw the slack of the rope over a horizontal beam and pulled so her arms would be above my head in the air. Then he tied it off so she was secure against the vertical pole. She tugged a bit with her wrists to see if it was secure and it was very secure.
She heard a noise like a knife popping open and out. Sir reminded her to be calm and breath. The blade was cold as he lightly ran it across her skin. She could feel the point graze her breast and her breath deepened. Just that quick the knife was gone and replaced with light fur. Sir ran his hands up her legs as she began to shiver from the touch. He kept going just missing her clit but traveling further up to pass over each breast once.
Sir grabbed her left ankle and pulled it out, creating a wide stance. Then he tied rope around her ankle so that when he pulled it, the ankle moved at his whim. Sir made sure she was in a comfortable stance against the pole before wrapping the rope around it and tying the right ankle. After you have secured my ankles, he asked her to move. She tried and failed which made him smile with lusty eyes.
Sir leaned into her, hands wandering, caressing, pinching, and digging into random places. He ran his hand slowly down the spine of her back, letting it rest firmly on her ass. She took a deep breath and grinned with enjoyment. He then spanked her ass hard and reminded her to quit squirming around. She froze.
Her ass was still stinging with delight. She could steal feel the heat of where his hand was. It wasn’t long before she could feel the stinging on her lower back. He was taking the flogger lightly up her back in a lattice motion and then back down to her ass again. I didn’t move. I just focused on my breathing while taking in all the sensations.
Sir asked slave a question but she didn’t hear him. She winced a little as a crop smacked her inner thigh. The crop was Less tingle, more sting and more heat. You ask the question again. “Whose property, are you?” he growled, slightly annoyed she didn’t answer last time he asked. “yours, sir.” She replied quickly. “louder.” He spoke. She could feel the riding crop slap her inner thigh again. She gasped as a puddle of wet started to form beneath her. “yours, SIR” she belted out. He caressed her face with the fur glove thanking her for answering.
Sir worked at keeping slave guessing with the crop and the flogger working their way over her breasts and down to her thighs. Heat and tingles were exploding all over her front side. She loved the torture, the beating, the guessing game of what sensation to expect next. Suddenly She could hear the crop and flogger dropping to the ground. She could feel the fur running along her red spots and welts. Such a fun art piece she had become.
Sir untied her ankles and flexed her knees. He lowered the rope attached to her wrist so her arms could get more circulation for a bit before he raised them back up again. She felt him leaning into her back which caused the heat and sore spots to explode all over again. He forcefully grabbed her short ponytail. “brace yourself. This isn’t going to be gentle.” He spoke. The words barely registered in her mind.
Slave could hear Sirs pants unzip. His hands braced her hips as he turned her so she was next to instead of against, the pole. She could feel his erection as it rubbed against her vagina floating in a pool of wet. He wrapped what little of her hair he had around his wrist and thrust in hard. He groaned as his hard penis filled every wet inch of her. He started to grind and move a bit seeing how deep he could get it while growling a bit in her right ear.
“Shall I continue?” Sir asked. Slave didn’t hesitate to respond, begging for it with raw desire spilling out all over her. He kept her head pulled up and asked “you’re just a little cum dumpster, aren’t you?”. “I am YOUR cum dumpster” She spoke. “good answer slut.” He replied.
Sir started with a slow and deep rhythm but worked his way faster and harder as he went. He reminded the slave that she wasn’t allowed to climax under any circumstances. Every time she can feel him get close, he would slow down the rhythm, edging himself and driving her insane. It was when she started begging for his cum to be deep inside her that his primal urges took over and he was getting rougher. He unleashed a furious speed sending her into a deep body sweat. He kept going Harder, deeper, rougher and still pulling her hair. He was close, so close.
Then he thrust in one final time, shoving it as deep as it would go. She could feel his cock spasming and pulsating as warm cum filled her up. “good girl.” He uttered. She absolutely loved feeling of balls draining while pressed against her swollen clit. After every last drop had been pumped deep inside her he untied her wrists and helped her get seated across from him. There eyes met, both smiling. “That was amazing.” He said.