I crawl towards the table, bare except for the collar around my throat. You direct me to climb onto the table. I lick my lips in anxious anticipation as to what might lay ahead. You order me to assume the Nadu position. I kneel on top of the table, facing my Master, my head held high and my eyes downcast, I spread my knees wide open, pushing my shoulders back while arching my back back slightly, my breasts thrust outward. I place my hands on my thighs, palms facing upward, waiting in supplication. He steps forward and slaps my breasts, first one and then the other. The outline of his fingers are visible instantly on my pale skin. I have no doubt this is only the beginning as the night is still young. The onslaught begins As his hands slap down on my bare breasts, the sound of flesh on flesh filling the room of onlookers. I struggle to maintain my position and not pull away, my instinct is to pull away, but at the same time, I also push my breasts forward, eager for the pain as my pleasure builds. His hands shoot forward and grab my nipples between his fingers. He twists hard, pulling them away from my body at the same time. I can’t help myself, a yelp poos out of my mouth. He raises an eyebrow at me. I know that look, it’s his ’Really? look. I close my mouth tight. Rookie mistake. He reaches down and grabs a clothes peg from beside the table. He again pulls my nipple out and at the furthest point he lets the clip close, right on the tip where it will hurt the most. As he releases that breast, he reaches instantly for the next clothes peg. He smiles as he grabs my other nipple and clamps it in the same way. I sit as still as I can but I feel my wetness growing. His Hand disappears again and reappears with a leather paddle in his hand. He rains down blows on me alternating between one breast and then the other. I feel myself rising up onto my knees. Leaning into the paddle. Savouring it’s burn. He places one hand on my head and shoves me back down to kneeling. He lays down the paddle and shoves two fingers into my cunt. What he finds there must please him as he smiles, withdraws them and slides them into my mouth to lick clean. He orders me to lean back and lie down. I don’t know what the night will hold but I can feel the tension of the onlookers, awaiting the next move.

He signals for someone to join us on stage. I recognise her face from being around the club, but this is the first time I’ve seen her on stage. My master grabs the step stool and places it at the top end of the table. Su Lee climbs the stairs and straddles me. She lowers her bare cunt onto my face, her ass in my eyeballs. I lick my lips. It’s been awhile since I’ve had the opportunity to eat another woman and I look forward to showing off my skills. I wrap my arms around her thighs and pull her closer. I begin to lap at her lips, darting my tongue only briefly inside of her, awaiting the swelling of her lips. I lightly flick my tongue over her clit, enjoying the momentary teasing. As I tighten my grip on her thighs, I really start to go to town, licking, sucking, nipping ever so slightly, enjoying the sounds emitting from Su Lee. I in crease my speed as well as my depth as I probe further inside of her, caressing her inside and out with my tongue. The taste of her is so sweet on my lips and tongue, I go into a feeding frenzy. Su Lee starts writhing above me.

I abruptly gasp as I feel a tongue dart into my cunt. It was unexpected, but the mouth on me is so warm and wet. It feel so good as it glides over my most sensitive areas. I feel my body trying to push down harder, to drive the tongue deeper. I feel pain as the slap makes contact with my breasts close to the clothes pegs. It serves its purpose and I set my attention back on the pussy sitting on my face. I dive in with renewed vigour but the tongue on my lips are really starting to drive me crazy. Whoever is down there has some serious skills of their own. I try to focus. I want to do a good job and nothing short of causing a few orgasms will please my Master. As I feel my own desire grow, I know I won’t be allowed release if I’ve not yet granted such pleasure to Su Lee. I dig in, driven by my own growing need. As I suck in her clit and lightly bite down, she screams as an orgasm rocks through her body and her spray comes flying out all over my face. This doesn’t deter me but only eggs me on for more. I shove my face deep into her pussy and as I feel her leg muscles start to tense again towards that moment of release, I feel another weight atop my body.

The mystery was solved quickly as I felt something slide onto my chest and my breasts squeezed tight together. I suspected that was my Master. He loves a good tit fuck. I smile to myself and refocus my efforts on Su Lee. She’s frantic now, bouncing up and down on my tongue and face I try to hold her near, but her orgasms are now coming thick and heavy. I’m so grateful as I can feel my own peak nearing and there’s no way I’m going to be allowed to come if she isn’t fully sated first. My tempo increases as her moaning becomes incoherent. As she comes hard yet again, spraying and drenching my whole face. She falls back on her heels, effectively blinding me, but I’m guessing she’s had enough. My attention shifts to the cock sliding between my breasts. With each thrust, the pegs jiggle causing small shockwaves of pain and pleasure to course through me. I buck blindly trying to get closer to the tongue invading my cunt while offering up myself to the man fucking my tits. He begins to speed up, a wicked self-satisfies smile spreads across my face. It won’t be long now. He’s really ramming himself enjoying the friction on the fly. I bite down on my lower lip as once again, I feel the tongue below perform a deep dive on me. Just as my back arches up, he drops my breasts and shoots his load all over my face to join the wetness already there. He sits back and returns to slapping my breasts. My lower body jerks under the weight of his body above me. I know I can’t hold off much longer. I begin to beg and plead. Please, pleases, please, sir, May I come please? Please May I come. I need to, please sir. My words spill over one another as I whimper and moan. My body jerking crazily, trying to hold back until I get permission to come. Then I hear it, the countdown begins. 5, 4, 3. I know that when he gets to zero, I will be allowed to come. The focus in my mind Ive been trying to hold onto so tightly, I release into the haze of subspace, feeling the pain as flesh hits flesh across my breasts. I let loose the grip Ive had on my lower body as it rides the tongue bringing me so much pleasure. Such amazing sensations. 2, 1, COME FOR ME BITCH, he commands and at that precise moment, he pulls off the clips and the tongue leaves me as a fist rams all the way into me. I scream as I buck the weight off my chest as my orgasm floods out of me, my spray shooting out at high speed. I feel my Master kneel up on his knees, and the room explodes into applause as my screams are still echoing around the room. As I fall back, I can almost picture him there, kneeling over me, hands in the air and accepting the appreciation of the audience. I softly whisper, thank you, sir, and I’m gone.

Slave for sale.

Goimg cheap.

Not for the faint of heart

Demanding

Harsh

Unfeeling

Inconsiderate

Maybe it’s best to just scrap it

Oh fuck. I woke up this morning and read your message. My mouth went dry. I skipped back to your recorded message of the night before and I went wet. I could feel my heartbeat racing and my need growing. Still, I did need to get to work soon. I popped into the shower and washed my hair and put in the conditioner. As I did so, from time to time my hand would dip lower and pinch, pull and twist one nipple and then the other. I close my eyes and just let my body take in only the sensations going through me. I grab my phone and I put your message on loop. I change the shower head to pulsate and a directed stream. I hold my cunt lips open and begin the assault on my pussy that you own. Almost immediately, an orgasm grants me release. More. I want more. I keep my hand steady where it is and I can feel my body tense, naturally going into a crouched position, my legs splayed open. I scream as another orgasm follows on the heels of the first, and then another and another. I can feel my brain going away, no thinking, no talking. Just the sound of your voice, telling me again and again to come. I yell as the orgasms just keep coming. I hear myself start to mutter. ‘Oh please sir, yes sir, let me come sir, fuck me sir, do it, do it, please sir, let me come, let me come for you, fuck your whore, fuck me.’ The orgasms are coming fast and furious, each one growing in intensity. Still my mantra continues. Oh god, I can feel it, my body preparing itself for a massive orgasm, I beg, I plead, I am desperate to come for you and for me. I go up on my toes. My whole body is ready, reaching and reaching, feeling that need approaching and becoming more intense, sitting on the edge, just waiting and then, as it hits I scream. I scream out to you, begging you, thanking you, I can feel the spray shoot out of me, mixing with the water in the tub heading down the drain. I fall to my knees, shower head still in hand. I’m panting, I hear your voice, telling me to breathe, I let my head flop down, I reach across and swap the knobs to the overhead, letting my arm drop to my side, but your voice is still in my head. I can hear it there. Echoing around my brain, the question you ask of me? ‘Have you hurt for me today, slut?’

With a light whimper, I swap back to the handheld shower head, I target the shower head back to my swollen, red, undeniably used cunt. The minute the water hits, another orgasm flies through me, like it was just there, waiting in the wings, knowing I’d not satisfied you, nor me. One after another they rip through my body. I’ve lost count long ago. I feel my body trembling, no, shaking, coming again and again. Each time, I beg more earnestly, more frantically. ’Please sir, oh fuck, yes sir, oh hell, come, come, come, fuck me fuck me please sir let me me oh fuck sir sir sir please, I become incoherent and words fly through my mind, my brain doesn’t even acknowledge them, they’re merely in transit from my lips to your ears. The pain starts to blend with the pleasure, my overaroused cunt is screaming to be left alone, at peace, or is that just me. I no longer know or care, I just let my body handle everything. Again, here it comes, a massive orgasm, building, pushing, forcing my legs as far apart as the tub will allow me. I am poised on the edge of a cliff, ready to fall. No, wanting to fall, to depart and just be with the air. My orgasm hits and I spray once again, my whole body gyrating, grasping each sensation but equally trying to run away from it. Wave after wave, animalistic noises issue from my mouth, I grunt and scream and low and bellow again and again, it’s not stopping. The pain, the pleasure, hand in hand a type of sweet torture that assaults all of my senses. I can no longer see or hear. I feel. Just feel with the constant babble in the backround, a frenzy of some sort, like a buzzing in my ears. As the last of the spray leaves me, I collapse forward into the bathtub. How long I lay there, Ive no idea. I slowly come back to myself, I’m cold, freezing cold. The tap, but no. Hair. The word pops in and then out. I hold the means of my demise over my head and rinse out the conditioner. I push against the tub and manage to flip ungraciously backwards until I’m sitting in the tub, braced my the back. I breathe. I try to focus. Clean. I reach to the left and find the soap there. I manage to make an attempt to clean myself. Then run the ice cold water all over me, rinsing the soap foam off of me. I drop the shower head and push up with all my strength, which isn’t much at this point, and manage to return to a standing position. I turn off the water, wrap a towel around me. Make my way to the bed. I drop there, curl into a ball, quickly think better of it as my engorged cunt protests. I roll my hips so they are as far over as I can get them, I spread my legs wide, letting air get to my lips. I sleep.

‘I’m horny. Kneel by my bed and give my cock a home for a while.’

‘Now that, sir, is definitely in my skill set. I will happily do that, sir.’

’Good slut. I want to feel my cock hit the back of your throat.’

I lower myself to my hands and knees and crawl across to you, my breasts dangling and swinging as I approach. I get to the side of your bed and rise up on my knees. I present my breasts to you, hands behind my back, chest thrust forward, knowing just how much you like to keep them bruised and sensitive. ‘Would you like me to fetch you anything, sir, or would you like to use your hand? Or maybe I should wrap them around your cock, sir?’

You lift one, thoughtfully, then bring your hand down flat on it, over the top, a bloom of red instantly appearing. You begin to slowly rwin blows down; sometimes over the top of my breasts, sometimes under, hard enough to lift them up. Sometimes the blows fall right across my nipples. A moan of pleasure fills the air as I relish each blow. I edge closer, wanting more. Your pace picks up and the marks begin to show. I glance down and smile. Marks of your ownership. The room echoes with the sound of flesh on flesh.

You grab my head and shove your cock into my mouth in one deft move. I love it when you fuck my mouth, the way it fills me. You hold my head there, and I struggle to breathe as you hold your cock deep in the back of my throat. The grip of your fingers in my hair holding the back of my head in place, not letting me pull away. You pull out and strings of your come cover me. You smear it all over my face.

You leave me there, covered in it. I wait in anticipation, hoping that you will use me again, having me rub your cum in each time you use me. Each time, the cum covers somewhere else on my body until I’m coated in you. Smell of you. Am yours.

Later, after fucking my mouth, you command me not to swallow, but instead letting it run back out of my mouth, down my chin. As it does so, you have me run it into my neck and chest. Another coating.

There’s a knock at the door. Your friend sticks his head around. He smiles at the scene in front of him. ‘I’ve always wondered what it would be like to fuck those big, beautiful, bruised breasts. May I?’ You wave him in. I crawl forward, undo his trousers and pull them down. He deftly steps out of them, his rock hard cock peeking out of the top of his pants. I grab those with my teeth and slide them down, leaving his cock bobbing in front of me. I kneel in front of him and wrap my generous breasts around his cock and slide them back and forth between them, gliding, sliding. As his cock pops through my cleavage, I lick the tip and try to draw it into my mouth. As my tempo increases, I can feel his leg muscles begin to tense. All the sudden pain rears on my ass. My master has grabbed his single tail and is encouraging me to greater effort. I try to focus, but my whole body begins to gyrate. I hear a low keening and realise it’s not me, but him. In just a few strokes, his Cock spits out large globs of come all over my breasts. He falls back on the bed. My master commands me to rub his friend’s come into my breasts. I rapidly comply as the single tail continues to lick at my ass. Every stroke stoking my desire, bringing me closer to the edge.

The single tail stops and I feel my hair being grabbed. He turns me around by my hair and shoves me down on the bed. Whether it was watching the scene before him or enjoying the smoothness of his single tail across my ass, he is aroused again. He pulls me by my legs to the edge of the bed and buries himself deep inside of me. Again and again, he pounds into me, and with each drive, I feel the sting of my ass against the duvet. It only makes it sweeter. He is a man possessed as he speeds up, his girth feeling as if it’s splitting me. I start to beg, to plead for him to let me come, but tonight isn’t about me. It’s about him. He pulls out and sprays me with his come, covering my stomach. Without being told, I rub it in. Covered in him, smelling of him, his.

I awaken later. I’ve no idea how much time has passed. I can feel them, one on each side of me. Spooned warmly between them. I can feel a semi-hard cock against my ass. I push back against it, grinding my ass against it. As I do so, I reach around and grab the cock to my other side, I start stroking it, twisting my hand as it glides up and down the length of him. Increasing and decreasing the pressure as I play. ‘You’d think she would have had enough, but clearly not. What a greedy little slut I own.’ He grabs me by the hips and pulls me up onto my knees. He walks around and shoved his cock into my mouth. I take him in, all the way to his base, I knead his balls in my hand. He pulls out and I roll over, taking his balls into my mouth, sucking, savouring. For a few moments, he enjoys my mouth, but then he flips me back over and without hesitation, slams into my ass, driving hard, running his hand over the marks he’s left crisscrossing my ass. ’Feel free to use her mouth, it’s free. However, when you come I want you to do something for me.’ Some unspoken communication flies between them, but I’m none the wiser. I open my mouth and let his mate slide in. I worship his cock as if it were my Master’s licking, sucking, pumping, playing with his balls and that sensitive area just behind. The pace picks up as my Master reams my ass. I do my best to maintain the rhythm they’ve established. I am merely a vessel to be used and filled. ‘Now!’ He shouts. He pulls out and i can feel his come hitting my ass. At the same time, his mate pulls out of my mouth, pushes down my head and his come lands in my hair. ‘Rub it in, slut, both of them.’ I rise up on my knees And massage the come into my hair as if it were my shampoo, then I reach behind me and rub my Master’s come into my already burning cheeks. The salt burning a reminder of the single tail the night before. ‘And whose are you, whore?’

‘Yours, sir. All yours.’

‘Now, slut, I am likely to be running around a lot for the next while. Tell me, how would you masturbate for me in the bathtub if you really wanted to torture yourself for me?’

’Oh crud, Sir, let me see…I could only touch myself for three minutes at a time and then cannot touch myself for five? But during those five I may slap/spank/twist anything I so wish. Or you could include those in touching myself, forcing me to decide which to do for how long in the three minutes and then have to keep my hands away from my body for the next five. As most of my baths average an hour in length, if you’ve not popped back by the end of my bath, I’m allowed to finally come?’

‘That sounds terribly cruel to me, slut. I love it. I think the three minutes of touching and five minutes of keeping your hands away is the best way to torture you. Shall we begin? I expect you to put on quite a show for me.’

I slide down into the warm embrace of the bath. I let the water enfold me in its heat. I haven’t felt warm all day. My challenge? Where to start? Actually, it’s not much of a challenge at all. I grab my left nipple between my thumb and the knuckle of my index finger. I pull it away from me, and just thay slight pull causes my breathing to speed. I pinch down harder and knead the nipple, twisting and pulling. Each time, I add a little more force behind it. I tell myself that I won’t spend all three of my first minutes only on that nipple. I don’t want the right one to feel left out, but somehow, I can’t take my hand away. I close my eyes and just enjoy the strain of my flesh and the pleasure flowing into my body. I open my eyes only to discover my three minutes has passed.

Five minutes. How can five minutes seem so impossibly long? I stare at the time, urging it to speed up. It seems to take forever.

As I reach for myself, I needn’t have feared. My right nipple is already erect, awaiting its turn. I pinch it between my right thumb and the knuckle of my right finger but this time I squeeze as hard as I can. My feet push against the end of the tub as my arousal builds. I let up lightly on the pressure and instead pull on my nipple and twist it away from my body. My feet slide down to the bottom of the tub and I can feel my hips gently begin to rock. I know a wetness must be building, even if it’s camouflaged by the water of the bath. I look at the time, another three minutes has nearly gone. I squeeze down as hard as I can, biting down on my lower lip. With a mutter, I release my hold.

Damn! How fast does three minutes fly by. Why did I say five minutes between? Why did I only give myself three minutes? The questions are pointless as I know why. You wanted me to come up with a way to torture myself. Little did I realise how effective it would be.

I bring my knees in closer and push them against the side of the tub. I let my fingers wander down to my clit. With the first few flicks of my finger, I’m reminded instantly of my masturbation from the night before. My clit is still tender from the abuse rendering it hypersensitive. As my hips push up, my pubic hair is visible just through the bubbles of my bath. I must be gentle but this slow arousal is not to my liking. I want more. My hips start to rock. Regardless of the tenderness, I persist. The waves in the water giving away the speed of my desire. Slow down! Slow down! I repeat to myself. At this rate, you’ll be a wreck by the, by the, the thought is lost as I just keep flicking my clit. Damn clock!

Don‘t look at the clock. Don’t do it. It will only infuriate you. Still, I glance across. One minute. Only one minute has passed. Madness! That’s not possible. I try to do the maths to see if I’ve miscalculate, but with desire fogging my brain, it’s impossible.

I slide my hand down between my legs, bypassing your clit. I sneak my index finger into your cunt hole. The nature of the wetness leaves no doubt that this is not caused by the water in the bath. Usually, I’d not go this route. I know I prefer clitoral stimulation to penetration, but I knew you’d want to know if I was already creaming myself. I slide my index finger into my ass. Not something I‘ve done before and I instantly wonder why not. It feels so damn good. I pull my knees all the way up to my nipples, my fingers reaching deeper. I love the way it feels as my fingers pump in and out of me. Fuck! That’s my three minutes. I pull my hand free.

Desire is driving me. I want to touch myself. No. That’s not it. I need to touch myself. I can so easily push myself over that wall, to feel the sweet release wash over me and take me away. Now? Now!

I slide my hand back to your clit, I can’t resist it, but this time, I bring my knees up and in only a little so that as I flick and play with your clit, the waves created by my movement smack lithely against your cunt hole, teasing it, toying with it. My hand speeds up. I force my legs to stay in that same position. I don’t allow them any extra stimulation only the increase in waves teasing my entrance. I feel my hips wanting to push out, I know what I want. I want to feel the smack of a hand against my cunt. Your cunt. I want that burn, but I force my hand to stay where it is. I know if I take that step, if I give in, holding back is going to be that much harder. I glance at the clock. No!

My head thrashes back and forth. I can feel nothing but thay desire, pulsing through me, pushing on every nerve in my body. My legs rock back and forth. I keep a close eye on the clock. The minute those five minutes are past, I’m off. C’mon, c’mon, c’mon!

I must! I want! I throw my right leg over the side of the tub and brace my left leg against the lip of the tub on the left side. I press my shoulders into the front of the tub as I use my leg muscles to lift your cunt up into the air. With my left hand, I spread and hold open my cunt lips. I raise my right up into the air and with only a moment’s hesitation, bring it smacking down onto the exposed flesh. Yes! The word gets ground out between my teeth. I raise my hand again, and let it swing. Two, yes. Again, it goes up. Now, there is no pause, it swings down with force. Three. Fuck yes. The speed picks up. Four, yes, yes, please. Five. More, please more. Six. Harder. Please, sir, harder. As my eyes start to roll back, my eyes catch the time. No no no no no! I halt my hand.

Every inch of me is vibrating. I can’t stay still. So close, I’m so very close. Oh please, please, sir, let me. Let me touch myself early, please, please, please. The next few minutes are lost to me as the pleading fills all of my mind.

I flip over in the bath and try to grind into the bottom of the tub. It’s not enough. I have to have more. More! I roll over. My fingers fly to my clit and start stroking, flicking, pinching. I want you. Inside me. Now. I glance up. Yes! I rise up out of the tub, my fingers still flying and grab the back scrubber off of its hook. I lower myself into the water, a knee at a time so I don’t have to take my hand away. As soon as Ive reclined, I shove the handle of the back scrubber into my cunt and start pumping away with my left hand while stroking your clit with the right. Oh god yes. Fuck me sir! Fuck me! Hard! Slam into me! Harder! Harder! Yes! Yes! So so so. Yes so. Oh so. Oh oh oh Nooooooo! Fuck no! Fuck no! Bastard!

One more minute. One more minute until I can touch myself again. You didn’t say I couldn’t leave the scrubber in. As my hips bob, the scrubber raises and lowers inside of me. Oh god please, please, please. Now. I want to now. Right now. Waiting? No. Now! Thank god. I touch myself.

’May May May May May May May please May please May!

Sir sir sir sir sir sir sir sir sir me please sir me sir please please!’

’DO IT, BITCH!’

I screech as the orgasm rips away from me, long and drawn out, begging, pleading, thanking. On and on, my body keeps coming. scream after scream until my eyes roll into the back of my head.

‘Good girl.’

I lower my ears under the water. I listen to the rapid beating of my heart. I imagine your heartbeat next to mine. Slower. Steady. I take deeper breaths through my nose as I will my heart to slow. It begins to decrease. I continue. I imagine that strong heartbeat, calling to mine, pulling it nearer, encouraging my heartbeat to find it. It slows some more. I continue to slow my breathing. I hear both heartbeats in syncopation. Mine. Yours. Mine. Yours. Until they begin to merge. Yours. Yours. Yours.

I stand before him in inspection pose. ‘You know what your directions are sub girl?’ He asks me with a wicked grin as he snaps one of the nipple clips to my left breast. I take in a rapid breath through my nose, I wasn’t expecting the alligator clips this morning. It told me he was going to try to challenge me today. He looks up at me from where he sits at his desk, waiting for my answer.

’Yes, Sir. I do. I am to go into the bathroom, turn on the shower as far as it will go, change the head to pulsate and then come as many times as I can without having to pull the shower head away from your cunt. I am to count each one and thank you for it. When I am unable to take anymore, I am to clean myself, dry myself and present myself to you, Sir.’ He gives me that wicked ass smile, snaps down the other clamp on my right breast, and points to the bathroom. As I turn to go, he lightly pats my ass. ‘Good girl.’

As I lean forward to turn on the water for the shower, the chain connecting my nipple clamps clangs against the shower door, bringing a quiet little moan out of me. I quickly debate in my mind whether I’m grateful for the power shower we had installed or not. I know I’m not very good at pushing my own boundaries, but he really wants me to work on this for him. The minute any sensitivity sets in for me, I always pull away. Afraid to go deeper, harder, more.

I step into the shower, and first let the warm water flow over my body. Helping me to relax to untense my muscles as I’ve no doubt they will be tense again soon enough. I reach up and grab the hand held shower head and flip the lever to turn off the overhead feed. I can’t help it. My heart rate starts racing. I come so hard this way. He knows this and I’m pretty sure that is precisely why he has set me this task. The reality is, I’m already aroused just from being near him all morning, naked, posing, watching him work. There’s something deeply fulfilling to see someone so engulfed with what they are creating. I love to see how he works, how his mind functions, how things come together. With that thought, I spread my legs apart, hold my cunt lips open with my left hand and point the powerful jet right at my clit. I lean forward as my legs start to tense, I go up on my toes, I bang my head against the wall and let loose a quiet moan as almost instantly, my first orgasm flies through my body in what must be record time. I moan aloud. Timidly, ‘one, thank you sir,’ is whispered from my mouth.

Every nerve feels like it’s tingling as I rise up on my toes as each orgasm rocks through me. ‘Ten. Thank you, Sir. Eleven. Thank you, Sir’. My head grinds into the wall as each orgasm comes and go. My muscles bunch up and clench and release again as orgasm after orgasm piles one in top of the other. ’15, sir, thank you. 16, sir, thank you.’ I can only mutter the count through gritted teeth. It’s taking every ounce of control to try to maintain the count. My head is swimming, my body is trembling from top to bottom. I can’t. No more. No more. My mind seems stuck on the thought. I want to pull my hand away, but I want to please him. I want to make him proud. My mind just wants to float away and bathe in the sensations reverberating through my body. As I feel another orgasm becoming more of an imperative than a desire, I scream out. ‘I can’t, sir, I can’t. Please, Sir, can you hear me. No more, please, please. I beg of you…’ As the last word issues from my mouth, my voice goes up an octave and a piercing scream slams out of me, a sound of pain and pleasure as I come again.

His voice carries from the other room, ‘don’t forget to count, slut. I’d hate for you to have to start over.’ I swear under my breath at him and try desperately to recall which number I’m on. My mind is too hazy, I try to focus. I try to come back into my body but it seems just too far out of reach. I grasp at straws in my mind. My head starts to shake back and forth. A number, any number, but even that seems beyond my abilities. ‘That would be 17, dear whore. You’re lucky I’m feeling generous today.’ His voice is nearer and grounds me. I pull the number from his lips to mine.

’17, sir, that’s it, yes, it must be, yes, yes, definitely.’ Another scream emits from me as 18 forces its way out. Now, it seems there is no way to stop them. They come fast and furious, one on top of the other. I pant out, ’22, sir. Thank. Aaaarrggghh!’ I try to catch my breath. I’m almost hiccuping the count now. ‘No sir. No. No more. I can’t. Can’t. No. No more.’

Suddenly, a hand firmly wraps itself around my throat. Holding me there. ‘Take it for me, bitch. Take it for me.’ I vaguely register that I’m shaking my head back and forth and muttering no, no, no under my breath. Without realising it, it’s changed from no into yes. The strength of the hand at my throat brings me back into myself. The shower head continues to beat at me mercilessly. I whimper. I just want to throw it away from me. Smash it against the wall. It’s agony, but also ecstasy. 24 and 25 pass in the same way. I start banging my head against the wall as my body now tries to pull away from itself. My eyes and sealed shut. I can feel the tears pouring down my cheeks. The hand releases its grip around my throat, I beg for its return but to no avail. My body convulses as another orgasm rips me apart.

I feel a hand upon my forehead, pulling it away from the wall. ‘Now slave, we’d hate to damage you now wouldn’t we?’ Some words or sounds come out of my mouth but I’ve no idea what I’ve said. Each breath jitters through me. Another hand reaches around and pinches the alligator clip on my left breast. I wail as I come again. Holy fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Only obscenities echo through my mind. My legs start shaking uncontrollably. ’Can‘t, can’t, can’t. No. no. No.’

As I feel my legs starting to give way, two strong hands grab ahold of my hips. My body stabilises. My hand still clutching the shower head in a death grip, I lose all sense. ‘Lean forward, now, slave.’ I mindlessly follow the direction, as the sound of his voice is the only think that holds me to this world. My mind explodes as he slams his cock deep inside of me. Another orgasm erupts. I can feel him filling me and then pulling away only to slam deep inside again. ‘T-t-t-t-t,’ is the only thing that comes out of my mouth. I screech as another orgasm is torn from me. All sense evades me. I float and float. Feeling everything around me touching my flesh. Every atom caresses me and I feel like I’m weightless, no longer within my body. All the sudden, ‘uh uh uh uh uh uh,’ I’m brought down to earth as my Master continues to ream me. Inside of me, I know he’s nearly there. As he explodes inside of me, I drop the shower head as one last orgasm grinds its way out. My legs give way and I go down into the bathtub. I curl up in a fetal position. The water comes from overhead. My Master helps me to sit up. I feel his touch as he washes me clean and then moves onto my hair. I stay there. Secure with his hands around me. The water disappears. He helps me up and out of the tub. I can barely stand. A warm towel is wrapped around me and I’m led away. I collapse onto the bed. My Master removes the towel, wipes the tears from my cheeks, moves his body to spoon me and brings the blanket up and around both of us. With a light kiss, he whispers in my ear, ‘28, good girl,’ and I fade away with a sedate smile on my face.

I know I’ve done something wrong, but I’ve no idea what. You are very busy and focused at the moment. I should not interrupt your work. Still, it spins in my brain. Amends. You need to make amends, but how do you do that without being sure exactly what you did wrong. I glance in your direction. A thought comes into my mind. I bite down on my lower lip. Will it help or will it irritate? I’m not sure, but I must do something before I start to spiral downward and become obsessed with trying to figure out how I messed up.

I glance again your way, Sir. You are very much still hard at work. I reach down and pull my shirt over my head. I fold it neatly and put it to the side. Next, I unfasten my jeans and slide them down my legs. I step out of them, fold them, and place it on top of my shirt. I reach behind me and undo my bra, one hook at a time. Shrugging my shoulders out of it, I place it on the pile. Lastly, I slide my panties down, and with my foot kick them over to land nicely on the stack of clothes beside me. I can feel your attention shift just the slightest little bit. You’ve noticed but I’ve fortunately not distracted you. I think for a minute. Now, knowing you, you would want me either somewhere close to hand or else on display. I find being on display difficult, so I move to the middle of the lounge and lie facedown on the carpet, my toes pointed straight and my hands resting on either side of my head. I chose the Floor pose so that you can see my submission to you. Lowering myself so that you can visibly see that you are above me. That my body is here for whatever use you have of it. I reach out and set the timer for 15 minutes, then quickly lower my head back down, my nose and forehead making contact with the carpet underneath.

At first, I get my breathing under control, breathing in through my nose and out through my mouth. As it starts evening out and my breathing becomes more deliberate, I think of the air coming in through my nose And out through my mouth. I think about how lucky it is that I don’t have the ball gag in my mouth, that would make this much trickier. Wait. Stop. You are not here to be aroused. You’re here to show your submission.

I want so much to look at the timer, but part of the discipline, I‘m sure, is doing this without keeping an eye on the time. I close my eyes. I think of myself there, in your lounge, the feel of the carpet beneath me, the crush of my breasts against the floor, the idea that you could do anything to me just lying there. An image of you, standing above me, a lit candle in your hand. You turn it sideways as the hot wax drips and lands on my back with a quick intake of breath. I close my mouth, and wait for the next drip. Oh, the pain feels so good. As the candle heats up, the wax falls in quicker succession. My breathing becomes laboured and I feel myself starting to grind my cunt against the floor. No! This is not what you’re supposed to be focusing on. I try to shove the thoughts out of my head.

I open my eyes and stare down. This is not a time for coming. This is a time for repentance. I keep my eyes firmly down. Why is this so much harder with my eyes open? Do you see who you are? You are his slave. To do as he wishes with you. If he really wanted to, he could leave you there for an hour, maybe two. Your body is his. Your submission is his. You hand over all that you are into his hands. It is what you want, what you long for. Someone to take up my submission and make full use of it. There’s so much I would like to give to you, Sir. So much I have yet to offer. Please do forgive me. Let me show you what I will hand over to you. My thoughts begin to cycle over all the things I could be and do and take and absorb, again, my hips start to grind against the floor as my thoughts begin to manifest themselves firmly in my imagination.

I hear your chair move, and out of the corner of my eye, I see your bare feet approaching me. You stretch up onto your toes, then come back down and walk around me. Abruptly your foot lands on my ass, pushing me Hard against the floor. ‘Stop that, slut,’ is all you say to me. You keep the pressure up until my hips fully stop their movement.

Contrition, yes, that’s what I need. I try to think through all that has happened. What did I do? Where did I go wrong? Did I say something. Did I do something that displeased him? I can’t pinpoint it, only the definite sense that I’m in the wrong. What can I do to make it right? What will he ask of me in ways of demonstrating my contrition? Anything, really, as long as I am forgiven. My entire being goes still. I feel his foot lift off of me and his footsteps fade as he goes into the kitchen. I can hear him getting a drink.

What could he do? St. Andrew’s cross? Kneeling with my hands cuffed behind me? Nipple clamps weighted and pulling on my breasts, bringing a sweet pain I long for. Maybe the single tail. I love the crack it makes, the sound as it cuts through the air and that delicious burn and sting as it makes contact. I hear him coming back towards me. I start to salivate. Will he try out some of the shibari he’s been thinking about? Something new? Something unknown? Or maybe he will grab a cane. Again I can feel myself thrusting against the carpet. Working myself up. Wanting to come. Wanting to fuck and be fucked. I gasp as your toes make contact with my cunt. You wiggle them about causing me to moan, driving them deeper. As you step back, I hear you say, ’Hey whore, don’t leave a stain,’ with that you remove your foot, reset the timer and step away.

Today, I have spent a lot of time thinking about which Gorean position I was going to do for you today. I wanted to show you how much I appreciated last night. All those orgasms, one after another, spending myself for you. I feel that I should challenge myself in a way that might be pleasing to you. So, as I finish the housework, I knew that the time to make a decision had come.

I go to my bedroom and strip off all of my clothes. My nipples go instantly erect with the cold of the air. Standing there naked, I grabbed my phone and set a five minute timer. This was it. I took a deep breath. Once the timer was set, I placed myself in the inspection pose. My hands on top of my head, my eyes forward and my pelvis tilted up, my legs splayed wide. I chose this pose as it is the one that is most difficult for me. It is total exposure. Everything is there for everyone to see. I am putting on display the thing that I most dislike about myself - though not as much as I used to, you’ve taught me that.

Within 20 seconds, I am already looking at the timer, wishing my time was up. Not even close. I feel so completely vulnerable, so defenceless. I try to keep my eyes open, but I find it nearly impossible. I try lowering my gaze, but that only makes it worse as then I can see myself. I glance across at the timer but my screen has gone into sleep mode. I could come out of the pose to check the timer, then I would know how much longer I needed to endure this, but I realise that part of the challenge for myself was to stay in the inspection pose. I would just have to wait it out. Time crawls past.

I open my eyes again. I realise that I have started to close in on myself. My pelvis was thrust back and my shoulders had started to round inward. ‘No! Do it right!’I tell myself. I raise my eyes, push back my shoulders and push forward my hips. Full accessibility. I push myself forward so you’ll be able to see everything, touch everything. With that in mind, I widened my stance. Nowhere to hide.

Time passes. I start to twitch. Why is this taking so damned long? I don’t like it. I hate it! Being so exposed, showing myself for anyone to see, it makes me so anxious. And yet, there is a wetness building.

I start to play out in my mind a scene where you have me standing like this with all your friends about. Each one is allowed to come and touch me, play with me, inspect me, tease me. If I’m good, you say that you might even let some of them fuck me and use me at the end of the night. I shake my head. No! You shouldn’t be imagining a scene. You should be remembering who and what you are, not losing yourself in a fantasy.

I take a few deep breaths and make sure I’m fully on display. I am yours. Your toy to do and play with as you will. This body is not mine, but yours. If you choose for it to be displayed, then that is what I will do. If you wish to leave me like that, then that is what I shall do. If you want me to accept who and what I am and the package that it has come in, then I must do that. I start thinking that maybe my service is beautiful and in that service, maybe I am beautiful. I force myself still. I calm my mind. I make sure all is available, that I am ready for whatever lies ahead.

Then the timer goes.

I walk through the door and drop my book bag down on the bench. As my gaze sweeps the room, a smile starts to spread across my face. There you are, huddled over the laptop, tapping away at the keys. You’re so engulfed in your work that I’m not sure you’ve even registered my arrival. My smile grows wider.

In no time, I slip out of my clothes. I fold them neatly and stack them on the bench. Then I lower myself to the floor. On all fours, I crawl across to him. I nudge up against his leg. Almost absently, he lowers his hand and runs his fingers through my hair, brushes a thumb across my cheek. When I glance up, it’s impossible to miss the utter exhaustion on his face. I suspect he’s been up all night and all day again. Always working and when he does get a reprieve, sleep eludes him. It’s not good for him. He needs to sleep. Worry fills my soul.

Moving the trash bin to the side, I slip underneath the table. His feet sit bare before me. I lean down and I shower light kisses, first on his left foot and then his right. I slide my hands up his pants legs. Every muscle is taut, strained. He is working far too hard. My hands work their way back down, lightly kneading as they go. His leg is jiggling up and down. Something has him on edge. I slide my hands gently up his legs until I come to the fastener. I make fast work of that and as I start to ease his trousers down, he lifts up from the chair momentarily so that I can remove them unhampered by the chair. I throw them to the side and slowly I start again. Little baby kisses starting with his feet, then moving up his left leg, one light kiss as a time. His leg starts to slow. I continue on up around his knee, and along the outside of his thigh. As I plant kisses along the line of his briefs, his legs slide open. I shower kisses across his thigh, brushing his tightly constrained cock with my head as I return to my trail of kisses. So very slowly and deliberately, I kiss my way down his inner thigh as my hands caress his legs on the way down. As I move to the right leg, I glance across and see that his leg is nearly still, the frenzied motion slowed. I replicate the same path up his right leg. I am ensconced nicely between his legs as I reach the top of his thigh. I take and deep breath in, smelling the utter maleness of him. I nuzzle my face into his crotch, running his rock hard cock across my cheek. I reach up again and start to pull his briefs off while he continues to tap away at the keyboard. However, I can’t help but notice that his typing has slowed. As I proceed back down his leg with my kisses, my hand stays just over my head, lightly grazing his cock, feeling it bob around under my touch. My fingers glide with the lightest of touches over the solid weight of him. I can feel my wetness growing, but now isn’t about me. It’s about him. What he needs most and yet constantly sacrifices. He needs to sleep.

As I feel his cock jump against the brush of my hand, I move in closer, and take him into my mouth. He glides smoothly across my tongue and down my throat. As my head comes back up, my tongue wraps itself around him, savouring every inch of his cock. I pull back, keeping only the head in my mouth. I suck hungrily on the tip, until I hear the sharp intake of breath. With that, I release the head and slide all the way down, my jaws widening and stretching, taking it all in. Suppressing my gag reflex, he hits the back of my throat, I increase the suction upon his cock, and I feel his hand come down and tangle into my hair.

As he pulls me up by my hair, I let the suction ease as I take in a breath, he slams my head back down his cock. He sets the pace as he fucks my mouth. Harder he pushes back, then slowly draws himself away, only to slam all the way to the back of my throat. I reach up and start massaging his balls with my hands. I hear a groan from above me. He’s enjoying this, I can tell. I’m feeling very pleased with myself, but realise that if he comes here at the computer, he will just return to work again. That’s not going to work.

Taking a chance, I relinquish his balls and push back against his knees. The chair rolls away from the table. With his cock still in my mouth, I follow along with him, emerging out from underneath the table. When we are a sufficient distance away, I let his cock fall out of my mouth. I climb up his body and straddle his lap. I can feel his hardness caressing my cunt, making me even wetter than I was before. Pulling his shirt off over his head, I lower my head to his nipple. I liCloud and tease it with my teeth, nipping at it and capturing it between my teeth. Now both of his hands are in my hair, but all I hear are low moans. I smile in satisfaction. He moves my head across to his other nipple where I tease and bite and lick until it’s standing up just as hard as the other one. Kissing my way up his chest, along his throat, nibbling at his earlobe until finally our mouths connect and a whole new frenzy breaks out as hunger and desire pours out of us. It’s that touch that sears through my body. I start to lose myself in him, giving over to his desires when a thought knocks at the back of my brain. He needs sleep.

With all of my willpower, I disengage from him and rise up off his lap. I grab his hand and pull him along to the bedroom. He sits down on the edge of the bed and pulls his legs up as he settles into the middle of the mattress. I climb over him and guide his cock straight into my dripping wet pussy. I start out slowly, but it’s no use. My want of him causes me to speed up, riding him fast and hard. He reaches up, grabs my nipples one in each hand and twists and pinches at the same time. I throw back my head in pure pleasure as I work my hips, pulling him into me as fast as I can. His fingers once again pinch hard on my nipples and I nearly scream, I’m going to come and I’m not going to be able to hold off. As I speed up, he grabs hold of my hips, pulling me down onto him, driving deep until I throw my head back the strength of my orgasm hazing my brain as I feel him inside of me, shooting, spurting, filling me. His moans join mine as we both hit that release we both needed.

Laying my head across his chest, I sit and I listen as his heartbeat pounds underneath me. Gradually, it begins to slow, and return to a steady rhythm. I rise up and kiss him lingeringly, enjoying the taste of him. I climb off and push on his side until he gets the hint and rolls over onto his stomach. I mount him again, but with a different objective this time. Firmly, I start to massage his back, his neck, working the kinks out of his shoulders, deep into the muscles, releasing all of tenseness held there from earlier, as I continue to work up and down his body, I heard the quietest of sounds, it’s the steady, undeniable sound of sleep. I climb off, cover him in a blanket and close the door to the bedroom behind me. ‘Sleep well. Sweet dreams,’ I whisper as the door clicks into place.

Today, if you are able, I would like you to go somewhere relaxing for me. But go there without underwear. You can wear anything else you would like. There’s no clothing I would consider cheating.

There was a café, no longer there, a long time ago, before I really knew about being careful, where I took someone I quite liked. I fucked her in the private bathroom of a public, very pleasant café. I wish I could be there in that café with you. You would surreptitiously enter the bathroom with me, where I could slip clothes pins on your nipples and you could kneel and take me in your mouth for as long as your jaws could stand it.

If you’re able, spend some time thinking about me being inside you. You can do whatever else you would like. You can think about anything else between us that you would like.

You’re welcome to come for me today, whether in the bathroom or otherwise.

Those were my orders for today. I paused for a moment and read them through a couple more times. I swiftly shucked out of my work clothes and opened up the door to my wardrobe. What would be the best fit. What would be slutty yet secretive. What would make me smile that knowing smile as I walked past others on the street and just increase my need for satisfaction with every person I pass?

A small laugh escapes me, I know what is deliciously perfect. As a take the hangers down, I like my lips in anticipation. Now this is going to be fun. I take a moment. I lie back on my bed. I spread my legs wide and open my mouth, while letting my eyes flutter closed. I take a deep breath in. I can smell the scent of you. Raw. Sexual. Powerful. My heart rate speeds up. In my mind, I imagine you mounting me, fucking me, slamming your cock into me so hard that I scream. My hips begin to lift and circle, wanting so desperately to be filled. I recall the thickness of you, the fullness inside my mouth. The velvetness as I wrapped my tongue around it and your groans as your climax neared. I wanted to touch myself now, but no, not yet, I have something better in mind.

Rising from my bed, I grab the tennis skirt, polo shirt and the light, loose cardigan I’d chosen earlier. I slipped them on in no time, added ankle socks and some trainers. I was nearly all set. There was just one other stop to make before I headed out. i walked into the kitchen and pulled open the fridge door, slid open the second drawer and grabbed what I wanted. I tucked it into my pocket for later. Then, as I was about to walk out the door, an afterthought occurred to me. I opened up the junk drawer and grabbed a couple of clothes pegs. I laughed to myself. This is going to be a good day after all.

Stepping out of my front door, my new neighbours across the way smiled and waved. I returned the wave and couldn’t help but laugh just a bit to myself. They had no idea. The sun was glorious and it was just moving down out of the sky, waiting for the end of the day. At that moment, I realised that if I timed this right, I would be at my destination just as the gloaming was upon me. That most magical time of the day. Always my favourite.

As I walk along the pavement, I smile and greet each person that I meet. Exchanging niceties without really stopping. I can feel it then, the cool autumn breeze, sneaking under my skirt to my exposed mound. It tickles a bit and tantalises my nerves. I can feel my wetness growing. As the wind persists, it’s like one little lick after another, drawing my arousal, growing it. Finally, I see it up ahead, my destination. I enter the woods and begin to make my way down the trail, looking for the perfect, ideal place. You can tell everyone has just returned home for the day as all of the dog walkers are out in force, chatting happily, calling for their dogs or puppies and enjoying the beautiful evening. I expected them to be there. That was all a part of the challenge I’d set myself.

I go deeper into the woods, petting dogs here and there, commenting politely to those who stopped to chat. I branch off to my right. It’s quieter here. This part of the woods is often boggy and there is a steep hill as well. If I recall correctly, I should find what I’m looking for shortly. As my anticipation grows, the wetness starts to seep out of me. I can smell myself now. My desire. My need. Where is it? Where is the damn thing? There! I spot it, a barely visible trail just up ahead. My pace increases as I know soon I will be there, the perfect place. I duck under some branches and watch out for stinging nettles. That would be the last thing I need. My eyes sweep over the terrain, searching for what I need. As my desire grows, I think if I can’t find it sooner rather than later, than a sufficient place would have to do. I can’t help myself, I reach down under my tennis skirt and quickly delve my fingers into the wetness that’s filling me. I stroke myself. Just a few times. In and out, so smooth, so hungry. I pull my fingers back out. I close my eyes and raise my fingers to just below my nose. I take a deep breath in. That scent, that want, ohhh satisfaction best come soon. Opening my mouth, I slide my fingers in, wrapping my tongue around them and licking them clean. A smug little sigh escapes me as a smile once again spreads across my face. I open my eyes and that’s when I see it! The perfect place.

A little clearing in the woods with a fallen tree going through it, that’s just what I need. The terrain is a little rough, but no pain, no gain. Slowly, I navigate through the brambles and branches and muddy spots to finally arrive in the clearing. I look about, but see no one. I stand still for a few moments and listen. I hear the movement of dogs and people but none of it is very near. This is the place. I lie back with my head on the log and draw up my knees. My cunt is completely exposed to the brisk chill that is in the air and the breeze that rustles through the trees. It’s like little kisses caressing me, opening me more. My knees sink away to the sides and I reach into my pocket. I find the two clothes pegs I’d grabbed from the junk drawer. With practices expertise, I licked my fingers and rolled my nipples between them. As the begin to hard I start to pull them away from my body, pinch them hard between my fingers and then twist them viciously without remorse. In no time at all, my nipples are ready, I grab one breast and feel the heaviness in my hand. I pinch my nipple and pull it taut. At the very distance of distension, I grabbed a clothes peg and snap it onto my nipple. I bite down on my lip to stop myself from moaning as the pleasure seeps through me, driving my hips up and into the air. I grabbed the second nipple and twist it roughly, pinching it as I turned it between my fingers. My whole body arches toward the sky and as my body comes back down, I can feel the forest debris under my ass. My ass starts to grind against it, enjoying the pain it instills. Before I lose my thoughts, I grabbed the second clothes pin and snap it on. A gasp struggles free as pleasure starts shooting through me. I shake my chest and feel the drag and the pull of the pegs, pulling my nipples down with them.

I lean back and close my eyes. Think of you today. As the breeze floats across my exposed lips, I think of your mouth on me, pushing me closer and closer to release. Another scene flashes through my mind. You were teaching me the difference in impact between all your different cat o’nine tails, paddles of various materials and sizes. You persisted using them until I could identify each one by sound and feel as they smacked into my ass. It’s now taking all of my restraint not to touch myself. Waait. I hear you in my head. I keep thrusting heavenward but manage to keep my hands at my side. A new memory comes to me. Kneeling naked on the floor with you in front of me, you introduce your friend. I can hear you explain to him all my skills all my different hungers. Everything sounds so far away. I’m in a haze of pure desire. I think I know what will come next, but I don’t want to get my hopes up and then have them dashed to the ground. A small sound behind me causes me to raise my eyes just a little bit. I glance between my lashes and a shock of pure arousal shoots through me. It is! It is! Both of you are stripping off, manoeuvring around me. You told me to go to all fours. You lift my chin so I can see your face and you smile at me, and I can’t help but smile back. At that moment, I feel your friend’s cock sink into me, filling me up and driving me forward. I press back as my desire takes over. With your thumb, you open my mouth and shove your cock in deep, nearly gagging me.

By this point, I am writhing on the forest floor as those moments of freedom, hunger and satisfaction flit through my mind. I quickly reach into my other pocket and pull out the huge carrot that I’d grabbed from the fridge. I shoved it down my throat. Remembering what it felt like to have your cock in my mouth, bathing you with my tongue, sucking you in and letting you slide back out. The carrot fills my mouth just as you had. Using only the suction of my mouth and the skill of my tongue, the carrot begins to slide in and out of my mouth, swirling within me. Reminding me.

I can wait no longer. My body feels like it’s on fire. Not even the cool breeze is touching me now. With each upward thrust of my hips, my breasts jiggle tugging a little more on my nipples. My cunt is thrown into the air, bared to the world. I slide my finger down and just glide across my clit. A groan of pleasure rumbles from inside me. Oh how I want this. I buck up against my finger as it plucks quickly back and forth across my clit. Faster I stroke, wanting it all wanting it now. My feet scrabble for purchase against the forest floor. Each jerking motion scraping my bare ass across the detritus on the ground. Just one more level of pleasure to push me towards the edge. Thrashing madly, I can feel the pressure building, the tension in my body getting tighter and tighter. I grab at the ground with my free hand as all of the sensations wrap themselves around me, bombard me and drive me forward. My feet slam into the ground as my hips thrust upward as far as they can go and a muffled scream tries to sneak past my lips which are sealed right. My orgasm wrenches from my body throwing me this way and that, jerking higher and faster. Pushing for more, another wave of orgasms washes over me, drenching my thighs and the ground beneath me, but still I cannot pull my hand away. Viciously, I drive my clit, fingers flying over it driving it to the edge again, and the release makes me slam my head against the log, but I feel only the pleasure encompassing me, bringing to life every nerve ending of my body, causing my mind to flee and just the world of sensations to run across my skin. A deep thrumming vibrates through me as my body tenses and releases over and over again. My ass settled on the ground and I just enjoy the powerful thumping of my muscles spreading through me. I close my eyes as I try to calm my breathing. Memories wash in, my mind floating, you holding me until my mind would return and my breathing would settle. It’s safety like no other. A huge smiles spreads across my face. As I return to the world around me, I stand up, brush myself down and start to head back out of the woods and home.