Then Mistress announced : “as I promised, now I am taking you outside.”
It was Friday January 13th, deep in the Kent countryside, the outside temperature was about 8 celcius, the weather sunny but cold. My flesh was hardly covered at all, just here and there with thin lacy underwear. Well I thought, I can manage a quick stroll across the meadow outside - and I’m sure that Mistress won’t want to go much further. Mistress donned a thickish outside coat, and clipped her chain-lead on to my nose-ring.
“Come on !” she ordered, and she pulled me by the nose towards the back door, my shoe-bells tinkling. I was led on the nose-chain out on to the patio towards the meadow. As the cold winter air hit me, I was soon teetering on my heels at the edge of a vast expanse of muddy grass. As we set off across the meadow, my heels sank into soft ground each step of the way.
In two minutes we were at the edge of the woodland. I was not really expecting to go much further, yet I was marched by the nose along a rough path into the heart of thick woodland. Now I was having to raise my legs to cross thickets of rough grass and thorny bramble. The stilettos were coping with the terrain incredibly well, even if the heels were collecting large bundles of dead leaves. Even my fishnets were resisting disintegration. The thorns pricked my flesh from time to time, causing spots of blood to appear, but otherwise I was managing ok in the fresh air. I was so determined to show Mistress that whatever suffering she was going to put me through, I could cope out in the woods in wintertime.
“Are you feeling cold ?” Mistress enquired, somewhat superfluously. ”there’s a range of things I could tie you to out here, trees of course, and I’m looking for a thick substantial one - there are also electricity pylons, or even the fencing by the motorway.” She allowed me to stand at the motorway fence and wave to passing cars and lorries, to see if they noticed the presence of a skimpily clad whore touting for business . . .
In fact we were both really enjoying the woods – they reminded Mistress of her girlhood home in the country - and they had a powerful effect on me too, recalling my childhood fantasies of cruel witches kidnapping defenceless youngsters, keeping them prisoner, fattening them up and feeding them to wild animals . . . suddenly Mistress yanked me out of my thoughts by dragging me by the nose-chain quickly through the undergrowth to a stout tree, to which I was instantly mummified by endless reels of thick strapping and copious velcro. She blindfolded me for good measure, then thrust her hand deep into my lace panties, drew out my cock exposing it to the chill air, then bundled reams of rope around it . . . “mmmmm . . . . that makes a nice picture,” she commented, as she clicked away with her camera . . .
“Well, I think I’ve finished out here”, she concluded, “I’ll get back and have a spot of lunch while you consider life as a tree, all alone in the woods with your fantasies . . . . oh, stop struggling ! you can’t escape because your wrists and elbows are roped very securely round the back of the tree trunk . . . though it is quite fun to watch you wriggle and squirm and shiver. Don’t fret, I’ll come and release you eventually. Then I’ll take you back . . . . and fuck you !…….
