There is a low hum and muffled quiet chatter. I can feel the cool breeze kissing my nude, or nearly nude, body. I know I am outside, but I have no idea where I am or who else is here. How many others are here? Or who brought me here. I have an idea, and I hope I’m correct, but I’m not entirely sure. Last I remember, I was at home taking a hot shower after working up a sweat in the gym. Then I woke up to complete blackness. It was silent when I woke up, but now I can hear the sounds of people. Do they see me?
My hands and feet are tied behind me, and I can feel the rope. It crosses around my body, painfully, over my arms, legs, tits, stomach. I can feel that the rope is the only coverage I have on my body, other than the blindfold blacking out any light, and the gag shoved into my mouth and wrapped around my head. With the blindfold, it’s not only impossible to see but harder to hear. The same way I turn down the radio volume when trying to see where I’m driving. Not sure how that works, but it’s just a fact.
I feel like I must be suspended somehow. Other than the breeze, rope, blindfold, and gag, I can’t feel anything touching my skin. But there is a pressure throughout my body. It’s not painful like the rope, but there is a persistent dull ache. I feel like I’ve been here for a while, but I can’t really figure out how long. Long enough for other people to arrive, for my joints to be numb, chafing from the rope, my jaw to be sore, but not so long that I’m scared… yet.
I feel the goosebumps crawl across my skin as the breeze gets cooler and the temperature drops. My chin chattering in spite of the hard gag shoved into my mouth. I feel people around me now as well. Closer. There is still muffled quiet chatter, but I feel movement. The occasional body passing close by me, not touching, but moving around me. I’ve heard something that sounds like the scraping of furniture moving across a wood floor. I’m trying to focus all of my energy on listening, but I’m feeling the fatigue and find myself slipping in and out of an almost trance state. And I enjoy it, the mental suspension.
Just as I’m slipping into that blissful state where I’m not awake or asleep, floating somewhere outside of reality, suspended along with my body. I hear a whoosh seconds before a loud cracking sound. Deafening. So loud my body ceases, jerking me out of the trance I was drifting into. Everything goes silent. It takes me moments to register that it isn’t just a sound. But a biting sting that jolted my body, heat spreading out from where I must’ve been hit across my stomach.
The reflex to curl in on myself, fighting against the restraints. I’m unable to make any significant movements with the restrictions of the rope and who knows what else holding me. I’m hog-tied, my arms and legs behind me with the rope wrapped around my wrists and ankles. Suspended upright with my chest pushed outward. I can’t say I didn’t expect to end up in this position. I knew my Master was a sadist, because my Master had to be the one who brought me here, right?
I’ve been hit before, whipped, caned, flogged, I’ve been roped before, gagged, and blindfolded, but never all at once. And never on, what feels like, a public display from the sounds humming in the air. My Master hasn’t ever shared me but the promise, or threat, that he could have always been looming just beneath the surface. I’m not sure if I’m excited about the prospect or not. But it’s not really my choice to make, is it? My Master is in control of me and makes all the decisions for me. Even when I don’t consent, I’ve already consented by relinquishing my power and autonomy to Him.
The energy around vibrating. He pounds into me deep and quick, my throat opening for Him.
Another whoosh and crack, but this time the sting hits immediately, right across my bound and sensitive tits. I can tell from the squeeze around my tits that each one is bound by the rope, cutting off the blood flow, making them more sensitive to what feels and sounds like a cane that just whipped across them. The strike radiates through my entire chest, deep into where my heart is pounding with anticipation.
Warm breath travels along my neck to my ear. I wait in expectation for them to say something, but instead I hear a long, deep inhale. Like my scent is an intoxicating cocktail. Light tickles begin to coat my skin. Multiple hands, multiple people, run their fingertips along my skin. Too light to decipher how many. Chills cover my body. The shivers making the sting of the caning reignite across my stomach and tits.
Even as the hands move away from me, I can still feel phantom fingers trailing along my skin. An eerie calm settling on my body. I suck in a deep breath, releasing it along with the tension that has been building within me, relaxing my taut muscles, refocusing on the sounds around me. I hear footfalls circling me, front to back and around again. Wack! A hand slaps across my cheek, my head whipping to the side, before hands envelope either side of my face. Strong, warm hands. A fierce, resolute kiss landing on my lips. The hands pulling me in against a large, solid frame. Musk, cedar, and leather envelope my senses.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” He whispers on my lips. And relief floods me. Releasing a nagging voice hidden in the back of my mind, telling me this might not be my Master. But it is. I want to reach out and grab Him but even if I wasn’t tied and suspended, I’d be punished for not receiving permission first. I feel His tongue swipe from my chin to the tip of my nose before He steps away, and a prickling sensation courses up my spine. Wartenberg wheel. But it’s not my Master who administers it. Someone else is behind me. I arch my spine away from the tickling, prickling sensation at the same time a cane is whipped against my stomach again. I didn’t even hear the warning this time, so focused on what was going on behind me. The cane comes down on me multiple more times in quick succession. Eight, maybe nine, or ten times, maybe more. I lose count.
Sometimes my Master usually makes me count during sessions, and if I cry out or stumble my words, I have to start over again. But right now I’m gagged, so I can’t count. Thankfully. I’m not sure I’d be able to focus with all the other stimuli going on around me. I can’t feel the hard cold of the cane across my body, the temperature of the others around me, the muffled sounds, the chilled breeze that only increases the pain across my stomach and tits. The hands wrapped around my hair that I only now just realized. Holding my head up and back.
The multiple hands return. Gently guiding along my body, causing little shivers in their wake. The pressure gets stronger, massaging my muscles, increasing the blood flowing under my skin along my arousal. Awakening my nerve endings. Heat pooling between my legs. Just as something firm presses there. Rubbing up and down along my pussy. Teasing my entrance. Taunting my pleasure.
I was so distracted by the pleasure building between my legs. That I didn’t notice being lowered. My knees now resting on the ground. The gag drops out of my mouth, a soft thud following. The firm object that was used on my pussy now being pressed against my lips, forcing my mouth to open. It’s pushed inside and I can taste myself on it before it’s pushed far to the back of my throat.
The firm object feels like a threaded leather handle. It is used to fuck my throat, in and out, gagging me. Saliva dripping down my chin and onto my bounded perk tits. My head is being held in place by two strong hands. More hands wrapped around my waist, holding me, supporting me as the onslaught of being throat fucked overtakes me. I can slightly hear an audience beyond the sound of my own gags, soft moans, gentle fucking off in the distance, and some muffled discussions.
I still have no idea where we are, but I know it’s more than just my Master and me. More than even those others next to me. I don’t know how many, but it’s more than a few people. I can’t tell if anyone else is here as entertainment like me, but I don’t mind. I wasn’t sure how I’d feel being shared and shown to others, but I feel sexy and powerful. I want to prove what a good pet I am for my Master. How well He’s molded me into His prefect little fucktoy.
The handle is pulled from my mouth, and instantly, the leather straps of a flogger rain down on me. Slapping me all over. My tits, my stomach, my thighs, my arms, my pussy. It’s almost too much. The pleasurable pain. The constant thrashing. The stinging. The moaning, from myself and others.
Abruptly, it all stops. Silence. Stillness. The hands are back, covering my body with barely felt strokes. Whispers along my skin. Almost like I’m cocooned in the soft plumage. The gentle strokes grow firmer. Massaging my sore body. I feel the rope being released. My circulation is flooding through my body. Tingling prickles in all the places that had long went numb.
Hands clasping either arm and lifting me to standing. After hours of being bound, suspended, and kneeling, my legs aren’t able to hold me, but the hands keep me from tumbling back to the ground. More hands wrap around my waist, caressing my tender skin. A cooling cream left in its wake. Notes of pine and sage wafting up to my senses.
The blindfold is left on, and I’m positioned, stretched on what feels like a St.Andrews cross. My arms stretched high above, my legs spread wide. Bare and exposed. His hands finding my face again. Another deep, strong kiss. This time His tongue works its way into my mouth and I open for Him. Welcoming the intimacy. He pulls back just enough to whisper, “You’re mine, baby, no other cock will ever touch you. So when you feel me, you’ll know it’s me, ok?” His lips still pressed against mine. “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir,” I add breathlessly. Excitedly. He chuckles deeply before pressing in for a chaste kiss.
The cross spins, and I’m upside down. I’m still processing my direction when my Master’s thick cock pushes into my mouth. The energy around vibrating. He pounds into me deep and quick, my throat opening for Him. His mouth coming down on my pussy, licking from clit to hole in one long swoop. My whole body tightening with desire and need. Holy fuck. His hips are pounding as He pushes Himself into me to the hilt. I can hardly even process it as He takes my clit and sucks it in between His teeth with just the right pressure.
I’ve been teased so thoroughly. Anticipation increasing my arousal. I’m so close to the edge. Moaning despite His thick cock filling my throat and mouth. Trying to push into more. Trying to roll my hips into His mouth despite the constraints. Wanting to find release, to be filled with Him in my needy hole, but loving Him filling my mouth.
He works my pussy with His mouth while fucking my throat until I feel Him thickening even more, throbbing. Pulsing at the same tempo as my pussy. But then it stops, everything stops. He pulls away. A moment passes. Then another. Then another before He spins me back to upright. Releases my hands and feet, catching me in His arms. “I’m going to fuck you now, baby. Hard and fast in front of all these people. And they are going to see me take you from behind while you watch them. While you are looking at them, so they can see your face.”
Before I can respond He bends me over a spanking horse, my arms resting on the rails. I’m not bound, but His hand holds me down while His other spreads my pussy lips open for Him. He runs fingers through my wetness before lining Himself up to my hole and pushing Himself inside me so quickly I lounge forward. Just as He seats Himself fully inside me, the blindfold falls off, and I can finally see the crowd watching from the seats of the outdoor arena tucked within a woodland area.
Some couples pleasuring each other or fucking while watching, others pleasuring themselves, eyes trained on me as my Master fucks me from behind. My needy pussy is so wet I can hear it despite everything going on around us. The precipice of my orgasm quickly returneing at the feel of my Master’s thick, hard cock filling my hole. His hand that was on my back moving to my hip to hold me as He mercilessly pounds into me. The other wrapping around me, His fingers circling my clit with a tender pinch.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I can feel my climax starting, seeing the pleasure of those in the audience only increasing my desire. Watching the other couples, or those pleasuring themselves, heightening my own desire. I’m so fucking close. My Master’s fingers swirling harder and faster around my clit. FUCK! I shatter. Screaming as the wave of intense pleasure slams through me. I force my eyes to stay open to watch all of those who have been watching me. My orgasm setting off those in the crowd. Watching beautiful women explode. Handsome men shot ropes of cum. My pussy clenching harder around my Master’s cock until I feel Him spill into me on His own release. His hand clenching on my hip, and He pushes further into me, pulling me into Him.
“Oh fuck” His deep timber covering me like a warm blanket. “You did so well, baby. So fucking good.” His hands guide me up to Him and pull me into Him as He wraps me in a silky robe. His lips crashing into mine. Then leading me off the stage, through the woods, and into His awaiting vehicle.
