Friday Night · Bound · Part 2 (2/2)
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oney, I want you too” was all I heard him say.
I let out a low moan as he continued to rub my pussy through the fabric. My hips started to move involuntarily. There was no mistaking what I wanted. Suddenly he stopped and took his hands away. I felt something brush the sides of my hips and there was a pulling. A rush of cool air let me know that my bottom had just been untied and fallen down. Well, the front of it had fallen down, the back was still wedged in my ass. I realized my bikini bottom was now hanging from my ass like some kind of obscene pennant. It stayed like that for a minute or two. Then I felt the bottom grow snug against my pussy and being pulled towards my breasts.
He was pulling off my bottom by slowly pulling it along my ass and pussy. The feel of the fabric rubbing my clit almost made me come right there but the sensation was over before I could.
I shivered as I realized I was now tied nude in the woods; alone with a man who I didn’t know outside of work, and hornier than I had ever been in my life.
I heard some footsteps and then heard Jack speaking slowly “As I was saying. You know, we’ve worked together for nearly three years and you wouldn’t even go on a date with me. And now here you are, out in the woods with me, no one else around, tied up and completely nude. From the look, sounds and smell of it you seem to be having a pretty good time. Are You?” I nodded my head up and down hard enough that I heard the leaves on the branch my hair was tied to rustling. It hurt but I wanted to get my point across. “Well, it seems like you should probably be punished for making us wait this long and wasting this much time.” I couldn’t have agreed more and nodded my head again.
Just then I felt a pain in my ass like a formation of bees had stung it all at one time. The panties and pantyhose in my mouth absorbed some of the curses coming from my throat but the intent was probably clear. “I think that three years of working together with three weeks of vacation each year that we could have been spending with each other adds up to about 9 whippings with one of these belts of yours as a start. Don’t you?” I shook my head and immediately felt another pain across my ass just below the first one. I bucked, cursed, shook my head pulling my hair and struggled as I hard as I could. I was being whipped with one of the belts I had brought with me.
I hadn’t counted on this and I was on the verge of panicking. There was a silence as my struggles slowed. The new pain in my ass still hurt like a burn but the older one had started to turn into a warm glow. I calmed down a bit more as I felt Jack’s hand rubbing over my sore ass. “That beautiful ass of yours turns red very nicely” I heard his voice say. His caressing hand eased the pain but what kind of a thing is that to say? Your beautiful ass is fun to beat? Strangely, it made me feel kind of good.
“Well, if you don’t think 9 whippings with the belt is the right punishment, do you think it should be more?” Jack asked. I didn’t know what to do. His hand rubbing on my hot and hurting ass felt good, and a small part of me wanted to see if I could take more blows with the belt, but I didn’t know if I could or not. I shook my head to the more than 9 hoping he’d go lower than the original 9. Instead he just said “Right, 9 it is!” and laid another blow across my ass above the first 2.
By the sixth blow I was sobbing. I had given up trying to support my upper body and its weight now hung by my hair. Jack had stopped after blows number 4 and number 6 to rub my ass and calm me down. My body lurched forward in pain again as the seventh blow landed but this one was different. This blow was bigger and softer. He was using his hand to spank me but the blow landed right on top of the stripes from the belt reigniting those flames. Two more fast swats and my ass was on fire all over and I was sobbing just as hard or harder again. I was off in my own world of pain and starting to feel a relief and pride at having taken all 9 swats. I was actually starting to enjoy the fact I had been whipped and spanked. Everything in my mind and body was churning.
The words “I hope your ass turns out that red in these pictures” jarred me from my stupor. Jack was taking photos of me and my freshly beaten spread ass. I felt an instant wave of humiliation sweep over me. If it wasn’t for the pantyhose tied over my head and the blindfold, anyone could recognize me. God, could they recognize me anyway? I’m being photographed with my own camera like some sort of trophy slut. I felt so used, but I also wanted to see those photos.
I felt something tugging at the side of my head and the pantyhose wrapped around my chin loosened. I realized Jack was unwinding it and then he cut the panty part from over my head while still leaving my hair tied above and one leg gagging me. I instantly knew he was taking the pantyhose and blindfold off my head so he could get photos with my face showing. I started to whimper in shame when I felt another sudden jerk of my head. “Don’t worry slut. I’ll leave the blindfold and gag on this time. I just want some better photos of your head and those tits hanging down.” I know it sounds silly but I found myself being grateful to him that he wasn’t taking the blindfold off.
I heard Jack circle me a few times and I assume he was taking more photos. I started shifting my legs a little wider apart and sticking my chest out so my tits would hang down lower. My back was starting to ache from trying to hold my upper body up but the pain just sort of blended into everything else. I heard a noise directly beneath my head and then felt a hand grab my left breast. A tongue flicked over my semi-erect nipple a few times and then a mouth started to suck on it. A wave of adrenalin and hormones went crashing to every part of my body in response.
After about thirty seconds Jack stopped sucking on my now hard nipple and I screamed into the gag as a clothespin clamped down on the nipple. I instinctively started to shake my breasts hoping the clothespin would fly off but of course it didn’t. After a minute or two Jack repeated the process with my right nipple. After I calmed down from that I felt my head pulled up slightly and another jerk of movement. Jack had cut whatever had my hair tied off above and my upper body dropped to the ground, landing right on those sore nipples.
I heard him walking around me again and I assume he was taking more photos of this new position. At one point he repositioned my head and my still ponytailed hair. My back muscles were a starting to quiet down and the pain in my nipples had turned into a constant throb instead of an outrage. I was so confused I didn’t care how he posed my body for photos. Besides, I could trust Jack, couldn’t I?
I laid like that for awhile without moving just trying to rest. Jack let me rest like that until I felt his hands behind my head untying the leg of my pantyhose that held my panties in my mouth. He lifted up my head by the chin and commanded “Open”. I opened my mouth and he gently pulled the pantyhose from my mouth. Then his fingers parted my lips and he pulled my panties from my mouth. They had long since lost any taste and were now just a slimy wet ball of lace. I moved my mouth around trying to get used to the absence of the invader when he commanded “Open” again. I opened my mouth and he trickled some of my cold bottled water into my mouth.
He kept feeding me swallows of water until I shook my head. I hadn’t realized how the evening sun and our activities had dehydrated me. I felt a sharp slap on each side of my ass and yelped. My poor bottom was still plenty sore. “What do you say to your Master for giving you water slut?” I managed to get “Thank You Master” to come out of my mouth. Jack rubbed the side of my face and asked “Is your mouth good and wet now slut?” I knew what he was getting at and even though I felt tired I felt obliged to respond “Yes Master”. “Good, then let’s put it to use shall we?”
I knew what was coming but I really didn’t. I had never seen Jack’s cock and had no idea how big or small it was. I felt my head being raised by my hair as Jack pulled my ponytail up. I instinctively dropped my jaw waiting for what I knew was coming. I’ve never much cared for sucking cock and usually tried to plead poor knowledge of the subject. I always thought my husband had been well endowed until I had some other experiences and learned it wasn’t so. My ex-boyfriend had been bigger but still not huge. I just hoped Jack didn’t have a baseball bat in his pants. OK, so maybe I really hoped he did, I just didn’t want it in my mouth.
I felt something slide over my lower lip and tongue as Jack slid his cock in my mouth. I instinctively closed my lips around it as much as I could. Jack’s cock wasn’t huge but it wasn’t tiny either. I guess it was a bit wider than one of those lengths of sausage you buy in those one pound cryopacks at the grocery store. I was trying to get used to the intruder resting on my tongue when I heard Jack’s voice say “Swirl your tongue around it and breathe through your nose. Whenever you have a cock in your mouth you need to breathe through your nose.” I tried to maneuver my tongue around the head of his cock and took a few breaths.
After a couple of minutes I felt his cock slide further into my mouth until it hit the back of my throat. “Now when I pull my cock back I want you to suck on it” was Jack’s next command. He pulled his cock back and I sucked him as he did. We got into a bit of a slow rhythm and he started to speed up a bit. I stopped trying to use my tongue and concentrated on breathing and sucking.
His cock was sliding in and out of my mouth fairly quickly and the tip of it was not just hitting the back of my throat, it was starting to try to bend down my throat. I felt his hand grab the hair at the front of my scalp and lift my head up by my bangs. The back of my skull was now pressed towards my shoulders straightening out my throat somewhat. His cock slid further down my throat and I started to gag, then panic. He pulled his cock out slightly and reminded me to breathe though my nose. After I settled down he slid his cock back in. I started to gag again but with less panic. He pulled his cock back out slightly and then slid it back in.
After several more tries I was able to control my gag reflex pretty well and Jack started to pick up the pace. In a few minutes he was fucking my throat and I was mindlessly sucking his cock and gasping breaths. After what seemed like an hour, but was probably only a few minutes, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and said “Not bad but we’ll have to work some more to get it all the way down your throat.” It was then I realized that my nose hadn’t bumped into his body once during the whole cocksucking session. Just how long was his cock anyway?
He released my hair and my body drooped to the ground. I heard him move but didn’t pay much attention as I tried to catch my breath and recuperate. I jumped as I felt something touch my ass cheek. His hands were spreading my ass cheeks and rubbing them. “Are these still tender?” I heard him ask as he slapped my right cheek. The slap brought back the pain from the whipping and I winced. My left cheek felt another hard slap and I heard Jack ask “Well, are they?”. I managed to think and uttered a “Yes, Master”.
I felt his hand rubbing my pussy and his fingers sliding between my lips. I realized that my pussy was as wet as I could ever remember it being. “Are you ready for the next event?” were his next words. Before those words could even register I felt the head of his cock against my pussy. It slipped in easily, stretching me enough to feel really good without being painful. He teased me for the next few minutes sliding his cock into my pussy a little way and then pulling it out. I was busy mumbling a string of “Oh Gods” and “Oh yes’s”. His hands grabbed my hips tighter and he slammed the full length of his cock into my pussy.
The combined feelings of his cock sliding through my sex and his hips bouncing off my sore ass were lost in the shuffle when I felt the head of his cock bounce off my cervix. People may tell you that it’s impossible to gasp and shriek at the same time but I did it at that moment.
Jack started fucking me hard and fast as my mind filled with a tornado of pain, previously unknown pleasure, lust and amazement. The lust took over quickly and my body was moving backwards to meet Jack’s thrusts. Words and expletives that I hadn’t formed started to come out of my mouth amidst a continual groan/moan. Jack’s pace quickened even more and I turned into a lust filled ragdoll. My pussy tightened and I heard Jack uttering his own string of guttural sounds and expletives. Jack’s hips continued to batter my sore ass. My nipples throbbed, his cock sawed at my tightening pussy and the head of his cock continued to hit bottom.
He was fucking me like a machine now while my body managed to bounce forwards and backwards to meet him. On one thrust the head of his cock actually forced my cervix open and the sensation sent me over the edge. My body shook like it was gripped by seizures and I vaguely recall feeling spurts of warm wetness inside me. Flashes of light were going off in my mind or eyes like the paparazzi were photographing some starlet. My body slumped forward and I felt Jack’s cock slip from my pussy. He started sliding it along the crack of my ass letting the last few drops of cum fall on my skin.
My body lay slumped on the ground, still wracked by shudders but otherwise feeling unable to move. Jack knelt behind me and pulled my shoulders up so that my back leaned against his chest. He cupped his left hand over my mouth and removed the clothespins from my nipples. I screamed into his hand at each removal and then felt his hands massaging my breasts. He started kissing the side of my neck as his hands trailed over my body. We were both covered with a sheen of sweat and his hands literally glided over my stomach, thighs and breasts. I felt complete ecstasy and just wanted to savor every moment. Jack propped me up a bit so that I was supporting my own weight.
My ass was on the ground between my ankles and with my hands still tied to my knees I was a bit slouched over. I rocked gently as I started to hear the sounds around me again and feel Jack’s cum oozing from my pussy. I heard Jack moving about and when he told me to lift my head up I realized he was taking more photos of me. I didn’t care at that point and realized I actually wanted him to take the photos of this moment. It was like some crowning achievement I wanted captured on film. My back straightened and chest stuck itself out. I found a smile on my face and relished the feeling.
I felt a few tugs on the ropes still holding my ankles and assumed Jack was untying me after a job well done. He knelt back down behind me and resumed his kissing and the manual exploration of my body. His hand tried to slide under my thigh and I raised myself up a bit to allow it. It was then I felt the rope slide over and down the inside of my thigh. The rope was pulled under my thigh and then around my shin by his right hand while his left hand caressed my left breast. I felt the rope being wrapped around the parts of my leg two more times but didn’t think about it. I was enjoying this moment and the feel of Jack’s hand on my body.
The rope pulled tight and Jack’s hands left my body to cinch the rope between my ankle and my thigh and tie it into a knot. I subconsciously tilted my blindfolded head down as if to watch him tie the knot. Jack moved to the left side of my body and repeated the procedure with my left ankle and thigh. My ankles were now securely tied to the outside of my upper thighs. A pool of Jack’s cum had formed beneath my pussy and I shifted my weight around smearing it on my pussy like a kid playing in a puddle.
Jack untied my hands from my knees and I lifted them up to stretch. After a couple of stretches and some rubbing of my arms I started to reach for the blindfold. Jack softly grabbed my hands and whispered “Not yet”. I protested that it must be getting dark by now, we should probably leave, but Jack whispered “A little while longer”. He guided my arms down by my sides and resumed kissing my neck on the other side and exploring my body with his hands. His hands started to caress my shoulders and pulled them back. His hands slipped under my arms and up to my shoulders easing them back towards him even further. It was like part of a massage and the stretching and rubbing felt really divine.
I felt something slip between my arms and my back and with a few quick movements Jack had looped a belt around my upper arms. He pulled it around my arms again so that it was a double loop around my arms. He started to tighten it drawing my elbows back towards each other. I heard him whisper “Nod when it gets too tight” as he continued to draw the slack out of the belt. I nodded when my shoulders reached the start of real discomfort and felt Jack working with the belt. He must have buckled it somehow because there was no give.
Jack’s hands slid down to my hands and placed them together palm facing palm. I felt rope being looped around my wrists and my hands were soon tied together. His arms traced their way up my arms and again found my breasts. I let out another contented sigh as his palms slid over my recovering nipples. His hands left me and I felt a rope across my upper back sliding up under my arms. He looped the rope in front of and over my shoulders and I felt my arms being moved by the belt around them. He looped the ends of the rope around the belt between my elbows, cinching the belt and making it tighter while insuring it couldn’t slip down my arms. He stood up and I could hear him walking around me.
I assumed he was admiring his handiwork and taking some more photos. I sensed him in front of me and when he told me to open my mouth I assumed I was in for another oral lesson. Instead I felt something wet being shoved in my mouth and was quickly regagged with my panties, secured again with a leg of my pantyhose.
Jack slid his hands under my armpits and lifted me so that I was on my kneecaps. He then started to pull me forward and laid me down on my stomach. The strain on my bound legs was uncomfortable but the rest of my body was prone for the first time in a couple of hours. Jack moved back to my knees and I felt a tug at the rope that was still tied to my right knee and had secured my hand. He pushed my legs together and I felt him lift my legs onto his knees. The rope from my right knee was quickly wrapped under, around and up my legs securing them tightly together. The rope from my left knee was wrapped around my legs in the opposite direction further tightening the bind.
Jack rolled me onto my side and balanced me as he worked something under my stomach. A belt soon circled my waist and I felt him buckle it in front. The rope still tied to my ponytail was pulled back pulling my head back and straightening my neck. I felt the rope brush over my arms and he fed it between my bound thighs. The rope was pulled tight into the crack of my ass and between my sopping wet pussy lips. His hand then fed the rope under the belt at my waist and tied the rope off to the belt making a nice tight crotch rope. He rolled me back down onto my stomach and I discovered that any movement of my head or my arms would cause the rope to rub against my clit.
I squirmed around a bit exploring the sensation and trying to decide whether it was good or bad.
I stopped my squirming when Jack started unbuckling the blindfold that had covered my eyes all this time. When he slowly lowered the blindfold away it took me a few minutes to get my eyes adjusted. The sky was red with the setting sun and I realized that this adventure was almost over. I heard something flop down next to me and jerked my head around to look. The jerking of my head pulled the crotch rope reminding both my pussy and scalp that they were attached. Jack had dropped my empty duffel bag next to me and was now spreading it out on the ground with the open zipper on top. He stood up and looked at it and then at me lying on the ground.
He did that a couple more times visually comparing me to the bag. “Yep, should work” he said. Jack looked down at me with a smile on his face “Well, Slut Sara, time to get you packed up to take back to my place for 3 days of pleasing your new Master”.
I looked at him and then at the duffel bag and started struggling as hard as I could. “Like Hell” I said or tried to say through the gag. My struggles pulled the ropes at my scalp, my pussy, my arms and my legs but it didn’t matter. “There’s no fucking way I’m letting him take me anywhere and use me for three days” was racing through my mind. While I was struggling hard and getting nowhere my mind actually realized what I was fighting against. It was one of those “Duh” moments and I stopped struggling to think about it. I laid still for a minute and then managed to roll up onto my side so the duffel bag could be put under me. I looked at Jack and nodded my head pulling the rope against my hardening clit in the process.
Friday Night · Bound · Part 2 (2/2)
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