Bits And Pieces Of Kandye

Anyway, we were on our way, driving through old rural Florida; out amongst the cow pastures and orange groves when Master found the perfect picnic spot. It was nice and shady, under a huge sprawling oak tree that must have been 150 years old. It was one massive tree.

After a picnic of cold chicken, with French bread and smoked gouda and some wine, we  just curled up on the blanket and relaxed, enjoying the quiet when Master told me to pack it all up and put it in the navigator. Instead of leaving though he said we were going for a walk in the woods.

So the entire time we were there not one car passed by and there were woods around us as far back as you could see. No houses, or barns; no civilization to be seen. Aaah yes, paradise indeed.

A little ways into the woods Master pushed me up against a tree and French kissed me long and deep. Afterwards he took a length of rope and tied my wrists together in front of me, leaving enough loose rope to pull me by. He pulled a roll of duct tape out of the pouch he had around his waist and wrapped it around my mouth; around my head. I groaned knowing how much that was going to hurt when it came off.

After this was accomplished he then took great pleasure in walking fast so I stumbled a few times (one of my favorite fantasies with Master is being bound and gagged and drug into the woods; then roughed up and taken)

He’d slap me across the face, pick me up by my hair , and shove me forward, calling me names and telling me how he couldn’t wait to whip and fuck me.

After we walked close to a mile back, he finally stopped and pushed me hard up against a tree. He pulled a small hammer and a big thick nail out of his pouch and drove it into the tree high above me. He had to lift me up to get the loose rope to loop onto the nail. My toes barely touched the ground; there was no way to control my body. He hammered the nail, bending it toward the tree so I didn’t slip off. He twisted me around and around, slapping my face, my ass, my breasts; squeezing my cheeks together hard with his hand; started licking my neck and biting my ear, whispering all the dirty things he was going to do to me.

I had on a yellow sun dress that was about mid thigh length that came up like a halter top and tied behind my neck. He untied it and let the dress just slide off of me. He ripped the lacey thong panties I wore for him right from my crotch. He berated and goaded me when he crammed three fingers inside me and saw that I was dripping wet. He turned me around again so my breasts were pushed into the bark of the tree, scratching them from the force of the turn. I heard him unbuckling his belt, heard the familiar sound of it sliding through his belt loops; heard him tell me what a bad, dirty little girl I was for getting turned on at such a time. Then., all I heard was the slap of the leather against my ass as he whipped it through the air. I screamed through the tape as he strapped me, concentrating mostly on my ass, but also hitting my legs and back. After around 20 of those he turned me around and whipped bruises onto my breasts; left welts across my stomach. Then he threw down the belt, and pulled off his jeans and underwear. I screamed again when he pulled up my legs and wrapped them around his thighs and thrusted hard and deep inside me, ramming my freshly whipped back into the tree bark.

I hung there by my wrists, being thoroughly fucked by Master, enjoying every painful thrust that he gave me. I came almost the instant he buried himself inside me, and again when he reached down and rubbed his fingers over my clit. The second time I came, he came with me.

Afterwards, he untied me and cut the tape off my mouth. Getting it out of my hair was as painful as the beating, and a lot less sexually stimulating.

We dressed, and made our way back to the car, sated and happy we found a new place to play.

I wonder if anyone will find my panties and wonder what they missed seeing?...lol