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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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It was fairly late and I was driving back from Southampton through on the main road through the New Forest. Everyone was away at home so there was no hurry and the work had taken a long time. As I approached Picket Post the endless cups of tea had finally caught up with me and I was dying to go for a pee. I turned off onto the Burley road and drove a short way passing the first car park as it is exposed and turning into the more secluded one slightly down the road. I expected the car park to be empty but instead there were 3 cars parked in it. Not deterred I parked and got out. From the far end I heard an ecstatic female groan and as I peered I could see 3 bodies writhing in the moonlight inside the car. I could not see a lot as the windows were steamed up but it was obvious what they were doing, good luck to them I thought.
As I moved round the car towards the woods I took closer notice of the car I had to pass. Standing against the front passenger door was a tall elegant woman dressed in black leather boots with a heel, skin tight leather look trousers and a well cut black jacket. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulder and you could not help but notice the vibrant red lips on a beautiful face. Her hips were at window height and I could not really see what was happening except that there was topless bloke in the car. As I got closer she pulled away a little and turned towards me. It was at this point I could see the strap on extending form between her legs and the open mouth of the man whose head was at the car window. A lead extended from his small collar to her hand.
With a wicked smile playing across her lips which I found slightly disturbing she asked “Is there anything we can help you with”
Surprised I stammered out that I was going into the bushes for a piss, my cheeks blushing with colour under her stare. She smiled back and looked at her slave. “It has been a while since my slut has had a shower, would you be so kind as to allow him to kneel under where you are going to pee, I think it is so good for his view on life”
Okay I thought no big deal, and with that her slave got out of the car and walked behind his Mistress to where I decided to urinate. I had never done anything like this before and wasn’t sure how it would affect my ability. AS I undid my zip the slave kneeled in front of me and opened his mouth so as he could catch as much as possible. It was obvious he knew what to do as the woman did not utter a word.
As I looked down on him and across to the lady I found myself stiffening at the situation that I found myself in, even though I was unsure what situation I was in. With a stiff cock I wound it very difficult to pee and only a few drops splodged out. The Mistress looked at me disappointedly, then stepped forward and whispered into my ear that she could see that I was aroused by the position. One hand reached around and gripped my should while the other reached down to my cock and gently gripped it. This only did one thing for my hardness and it wasn’t to make it abate. Now though she dug her long red nails into the rigid member almost drawing bl**d it seemed. With the sudden pain my cock abated for a moment and the hot yellow liquid shot forward all over the slave. As I shot my piss over his torso and face she leaned in close, I could feel her breath on my ears as she said “thank you, you deserve a little reward”.
When I had finished and was about to put my cock away and pull up my zip she moved close and pushed my hands around her waist. Her lips so full and bright were mere millimetres away from mine and she whispered in a low husky voice that it was time for me to have my reward. I gulped my throat suddenly dry. As I prepared for a kiss that I thought would be quite ecstatic I suddenly felt a coldness around my cock and balls and felt a steel ring closing around them. The Mistress then stepped back and I looked down to see her slave had fitted one end of pair of handcuffs to my around the stem of my cock and my balls. I looked at the pair of them quite disturbed as to what was happening here. I tried to pull the cuff off but it would not budge.
The Mistress looked at me and said “Well you can’t go home like that can you, what would people say”. And she had me on that one.
“I think I should take you back to my place and give you your real prize and after that I am quite sure you will forgive me anything”. I nodded dumbly. She turned to the slave and quietly gave him instructions that I could not hear. He scurried away to the car and was soon on his way.
She then put one perfectly manicured finger through he end of the cuff not attached to me and led me back towards my car – “I’m Mistress Willow” she said “and you will be slave G, if you prove worthy |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Mistress Willow led me to the passenger side of the car and said “you may open the door for me slut.”
I stepped forward without hesitation and opened the door for her feeling very exposed in public in my current predicament (cock hanging from my trousers with one end of a handcuff attached to the base of the cock and balls). She gracefully slid into the passenger seat and I went to go to the other side when she coughed. I stopped and she pulled me close by the end of the cuff. “You will close the door for me” she instructed in a firm but matter of fact voice before slapping my penis lightly.
I then moved to the driver side and got into the car not sure if I should try and put my assets back inside my trousers while I had some chance. As if reading my min Miss Willow shook her head and took the free end of the handcuff and stretched it pulling me slightly towards the centre and dropped it over the gear stick – Well that’s that I thought. In my state of nervousness I found it difficult to get my keys into the ignition and start the car. She laughed beside me commenting that she had hopes that I would be better with insertions later on.
I pulled out of the car park and drove under instruction through Burley and then off a side road that I had used on occasion and we eventually came to a house that stood alone with no neighbours. Not once had she looked at me during the journey as if I was totally insignificant, which to her maybe I was. I got out of the car first and went to the other side. I opened the door and she got out with the grace of a feline a****l.
She again took hold of the cuff and led me to the door. As we arrived at the door it opened and a young woman with red hair wearing a basque and tights opened the door, “Welcome home Miss”. She glanced at me and gave me a knowing smile before turning her eyes to Mistress Willow.
“This is G take him and prepare him for me, I will see you downstairs in 15 minutes”. She handed the cuff to the red head and wandered into a side room.
“I’m D” she said and took the cuff to lead me further into the building. I started to tell her my name but she put a finger to her lip and told me that while I was here I was Slave G. We entered a room that would normally be a bed room but seemed to be 3 walls covered in wardrobes and chest of draws. D turned to me and said “Strip please, Mistress is expecting us well turned out very shortly”
I looked at her now knowing what to make of this. I then looked down at my cock and knew I didn’t have much choice, so I undressed and folded my clothes on top of one of the chest of drawers. It felt so odd standing in this room stark bullock naked with a sexily clad woman I did not know just a pair of handcuffs hanging from my privates. D turned round form the drawers in which she had been trawling through and brought a number of black shiny leather items over to me. She first gave me a pair of leather pants with zips to open the front and back. She undid the front zip and gave me them to put on. I pulled them up finding that the thin leather gripped my body tight – My cock hanging out as it would have not fitting inside with the hand cuff. She then got down on her knees and took two leather straps with buckles and a ‘D’ ring each. She quickly fitted these to my ankles. Next she attached similar cuffs to my wrists and then a collar to my neck. She looked me up and down and down and said that” she hoped she would be lucky enough to play with me too.” For some reason this made my cock twitch and harden. She slapped it and smiled before taking me by the cuffs and leading me form the room.
We go down a short flight of steps and through another door into a dark room. D flicks the light switch and the room is gently illuminated. I look around and see many odd shapes by the side of the walls and instruments of what can only be described as torture. In the centre of the room are two posts about 2 meters apart which seem to have lockable hinges at various points and clips. D leads me to posts and positions me between them. I’m in a little of a daze at this point not sure what to do, whether I would be better running form the house naked, if I can find my keys again. Before I make and decision D takes my right arm and attaches one of the clips to the cuff. She then repeats the process with the left and I am now standing with my arms raised like I am doing the letter Y in the YMCA dance. When connects the leg cuffs to lower clips and I stand like a X. She now goes to the table and picks up a key. Returning to me she places the key in the handcuff that has been attached to my balls and releases them. Putting the cuffs away neatly she zips up the pants and moves behind me.
I try to look around but can’t see what she is doing. I feel her move close and she reaches round my head and pulls a ball into my mouth. I try to keep it out but if I want to do this I may lose some teeth and eventually open wide. The strap is then tightened and I feel the gag limiting my vocal ability. D walks around me admiring the position that I am in and finally tells me that I am now ready for Mistress Willow. She goes and stands close to the door and we wait.....
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D went and stood by the door as if to attention. She reached to a switch and dimmed the light in the room so I couldn’t see further than a few inches. I waited the room seemed so quiet I could hear nothing but my heart beating slightly quicker than I would expect. The pants were tight and I could feel myself straining against the zips even though nothing was happening.
It seemed like ages before I heard a sound and then there was a click click of heals on the floor. The light is turned up but is still not bright. I blink rapidly to try to focus as a blurred shape slinks towards me. Mistress Willow now clad from head to neck in tight leather with knee high boots turns D and says “nice choice of clothes, did he give you any trouble”. “No Miss he was a good boy”
“Shall we test his resolve D?”
“As you wish Miss shall I bring over the trolley?”
“Please”
D walked behind me nudging against me as she passed. She had a serene grin on her face. I tried to look at where she was going but I could not turn around. I tried to think of what had been behind me before but could not bring it to mind.
I heard a rattle shortly afterwards and D was at my side pushing a metal trolley the top of which was covered by a cloth. Mistress Willow made her way to stand in front of me and looked me in the eye. I looked back and got a slap across the face with her leather encased hand leaving a red mark on my cheek. “You have a lot to learn slave, always lower your eyes in my presence unless I expressively give you permission”. “D I think we need to emphasise the lesson can you please get the hood”. D wanders off and returns a few seconds later holding a latex hood. She opens it at the neck and slides it over my head. I blink as it goes on and am surprised when my eyes open that I can’t see, the hood has no eyeholes.
“Better” says Miss Willow and he runs he finger over my torso and nipples. “Lets begin”
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