“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 !…….
Later, back at the dungeon, Mistress tied me down very tightly to her bench with the intention to fuck me up the arse, except she made it quite clear that I would have to beg for my fucking.
She bound my arms and thighs tightly in place, blindfolded me and ball-gagged me.
But my begging was pretty lukewarm - I had used up all my mental strength surviving the outdoor part of the training, and found it difficult to concentrate on the task Mistress now required. Nevertheless I tried my best, and Mistress did help by gently stroking my testicles - which pleasured me sufficiently to keep me squealing and moaning. But it was clear that Mistress wanted me to make all the effort, and would not enter me (with finger or implement) until I had arched my arse backwards enough to reach her.
I pushed the ball gag out of my mouth to explain my difficulties. She noticed and thrust it back in my mouth and strapped it tighter. I pushed it out again to tease her, expecting that she would thrust it in again and strap it even tighter. But instead she told me she was about to confiscate my camera, and did I intend to annoy her again ? I backed down instantly and ignominiously, taking the gag back into my mouth. Yet I secretly enjoyed the thrill of Mistress showing her absolute control of me.
I returned to the task of begging for my fuck, and the one thing that did galvanise my efforts was when I heard the camera clicking – Mistress was taking pictures of our intimacy with her mobile phone ! And the thought of later being able to view what was really happening, well that really made me work a lot harder. I shook my rear-end backwards and forwards as hard as I could, and at last she entered me, though I could not tell exactly what she was using – implement or fingers or both. My efforts made the bench to which I was tied shake violently.
Gradually we began to shaft each other more rhythmically, our movements more co-ordinated, and my excitement increasing in line with the rising pitch of my screams, to somewhere very close to anal orgasm.
As we fucked more ardently, my gurgling and screaming was in turn pure warbling and laughing, the noises I was making were completely out of my control. It seemed to me that Mistress fucked my arse for ages and ages, till at last she consented to apply her implement to my cock. Immediately my screams of pleasure heightened, and a few moments later I felt my cock pumping out my pent-up juices, and my body falling back down onto the bench in an exhausted heap. I had been well and truly shagged out !
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