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Outdoor Adventures and Reflections
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Subject: Outdoor Adventures and reflections
Date: 4 May 92 05:15:52 GMT
I would go up to the mountains every couple of week to get away
from the city. If my slave at that time had performed well, she would
be invited to accompany me, and if she had performed badly, she would
be ordered to come along. Whatever the reason, she would be dressed
in a short skirt, a tank top, and sandals, with a butt plug inserted.
The trip up was quiet, and we both enjoyed the scenery and the music.
Before long, we would be at the turnoff, and the fun would begin.
Going up to my spot is always fun. The road is very rough,
rocky, and hilly. For my slave, it was not a lot of fun as her
bladder would be starting to fill and the plug would become
uncomfortable on the rough road. Sooner or later, we would get up to
the spot and get out of the truck. If I had invited her to come
along, she would be allowed unlimited orgasms and the opportunity to
perform for me and perhaps my camera. If she had been ordered to come
up, this would become a punishment session.
As often as not, she was tied over my tailgate, stripped to her
sandals, and told that she was not allowed to cum or to relieve her
bladder during punishment. The list of her wrongs were told to her
and she would cringe at what was about to happen. The crop would come
out and after she kissed it, she would feel it swatting her ass. The
crop wouldn't stop until she begged me convincingly through her tears
to move to her breasts. On her breasts until she begged sufficiently
to move it to her pussy (and it was hard for her NOT to come when
being spanked there), and then on her pussy until she was willing to
take the clamps on her nipples and pussy lips. If she came during
punishment, she would have her lips full of clothes pins until I came
the first time.
My rule for her was that she had to make me cum twice during a
punishment session to end it for her. I would give her 5 minutes to
make me cum each time, and then after that time, she would either
receive more punishment or a denial of another opportunity to make me
cum for a while. Usually I would make her suck me off first, but she
couldn't swallow the first load (as I like to look of cum on a slave's
face and running out of her pussy) The first cum was the easy one
for her and she could do it in just a couple of minutes. I f I was
pleased with her performance, she would be tied into a more
comfortable position until I recovered. If not, she would be left in
her present position and suffer. She was not allowed to cum or
relieve herself still, and her bladder would become uncomfortable.
For the second part of the punishment session, I would usually
take her over to the rock and bind her hands high over her head. This
allowed her to thrash around a bit and forced her to concentrate
enough to keep offering certain portions of her body to me. Depending
on my mood at the moment, she would endure another full body whipping
or I would play with certain areas of her body. Clamps, plugs,
probes, clothespins, or vibrators were fair game at this point. When
I was aroused again, and there were tears in her eyes, I would untie
her and allow her another opportunity to make me cum. This time it
was with her riding me till I came. For every minute past the five
allowed, she knew that she would receive another 20 strokes of the
whip on her body. Fortunately for her, she was able to make me cum in
under 5 minutes, and was safe from the crop.
She would be allowed at this point to go over, squat, and relieve
her bladder as my cum would drip out of her pussy. In the beginning,
it was hard for her, but she learned quickly not to let it take too
long. Upon completion, she would be allowed 2 orgasms usually. If
she wanted them, she would have to go inside the truck and squat and
take my shift know into her before masturbating to orgasm. If she
was wet enough, she could do it and have her cums, if not, she knew
that it would be a week before I allowed her another orgasm. (She
usually managed to take it)
We would clean up, recover, and head back down for a good bite to
eat, and think up another another adventure for her.
On thing I would like to have my next slave do for me would be to
have a man's cum in her pussy and to watch as she placed clamps on her
nipples and pussy lips, using her handcuffed hands for a picture of
her tortured pussy lips for me. Hmmmmmmm.........
SeaHag
HALE TELECOMMUNICATIONS - Public Access Node, San Diego CA 619/660-6734 HST
seahag@hale.cts.com (SeaHag) 03-May-92 at 10:17p
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