I rolled out of my bedroll just before dawn, refreshed and
anxious to start playing. Patricia didn’t appear to have slept
well; the sand under her looked like she’d spent the night
tossing and turning. “A little restless, Patricia ? Well, we’ll
burn off some of that pent up energy”. Speaking of energy, I’d
better get that toy. There it was. “I’m sure you know what this
is, Patricia, but just in case you’ve never felt one…”, I said,
before I poked her arms with the cattle prod. Even through her
shirt the effect was impressive, as she suddenly stretched out
and her whole body shook for a moment – the action of her
breast’s was great – then just lay there sweating. I knew she
wouldn’t have any fight in her right that minute, so I untied her
and got the camera ready. Patricia was getting herself together,
rubbing her wrists and ankles and thigh. “Don’t think about
doing anything without orders, slave – from now on you’re a slave
and I’ll use you as I wish. Your safeword is “Yes” – as long as
you say that word you’ll be safe”, I told her. I always like the
sound of that, even if it’s not true. After judging that she was
almost back to normal – alright, so in most people’s eyes neither
one of us had been anywhere near normal in a long time, but she
had all her facilities again – I said “On your feet, slave. Now
get out of all your clothes or you get the prod on your clit”.
At first she looked pretty defiant, but that last part got
through to her. She stood up and began to strip of her clothes. I
got it all on tape. “Turn around nice and slow, slave. Nice.
Open your legs more. Wonderful. Just a little momento of our
time together, dear. Of course, should there be any legal
proceedings this tape will be played in court lots of times”, I
told her. “I’m doing this under duress”, she said. “Granted”, I
told her,”but the cattleprod wasn’t in the frame while you were
stripping, and your proud determination not to let me see that I
was hurting you or to give me any kind of show made that a very
matter-of-fact performance. It won’t look like the action of a
terrorized woman. That pride of your’s can get you hurt; at
least, that’s what I’m counting on”. I rummaged through one of
the duffelbags. “Of course, being proud doesn’t mean being
stupid. You’re going to be naked all day, and it’s going to be a
scorcher. There’s not a cloud in the sky, so you’re going to
cook without sunblock. I just happen to have some, you want it ?”,
I asked. “Yes,” she said holding out a hand to receive it.
“Uh-Uh, slave. Hands behind you”. She caught the meaning of
that, and said “I’d rather roast than have your hands on me”. I
smiled and said, “As you wish. But understand that I’m going do
go ahead with my plans regardless of what you do, and you’ll
probably die if you don’t get what protection you can”. She
thought a bit, then looked down and put her hands behind her. It
was so sweet. I cuffed her wrists together and put ankle
restraints on her and got the sun block and began rubbing it all
over her. Since her buttocks and breasts and crotch got so much
less sun than the rest of her, those areas of course required
special treatment. As the process began her face was hard and
cold, but as the eigth or ninth coat was being applied to her
pussy I could see her lips shaking a bit. I made certain that the
sunblock got inside her pussy lips – after all, I planned to
spread them today – and she didn’t try to withdraw from my
probing finger. Reaching around her to apply yet another coat to
her buns brought her close up against me and I could feel her
trembling. When I gently massaged another layer onto her breasts
her composure broke completely and she let out a moan. I pulled
her close and let my hands run all over her. She was now excited
enough that my touch anywhere was arousing. Still standing very
close, I began very softly applying the block to the one dry part
of her body, her face, softly brushing her forehead and cheeks
and chin, then holding her head gently between my hands I kissed
her mouth, first just brushing her lips oh so softly then kissing
her slightly harder, but still softly, and keeping up this
pattern of miniscule increases in pressure and duration until she
pushed forward and kissed me hard and greedily… then I shoved
her away and on her hobbled ankles she fell backwards and landed
hard on her rear. “YOU FUCKING BASTARD !” she cried. “If there
were any fucking involved, I don’t think you’d be so mad right
now”, I replied.
BDSM Story: A Day in the Park – Chapter 2
Written By: Editor
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Jan•
03•08
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