Tanyadelicious Livejasmin - We are in the bushes.

— endoftext| The next morning, I woke up to the sound of heavy machinery gears moving. I made a mental note of next time. i awoke, with a mixture of relief and dread mixed in my tummy. The sound of raggedy hum of a railway carriage could be heard in the distance, and the sound of a jagged steel pole was fixed to a branch in the ceiling. My hands shot up, and a dozen terrifying emotions swept through my body, many of them horribly erotic. The first was the overwhelming relief from the tension of the previous night. The second was the awakening horror of the third day. i was alone in the cold, darkness and rain, my only light coming from behind the giant metal frame. my cheek burned as i felt the cold metal of the pole scrape along the tender skin of my buttocks. A primal shudder ran through me, accompanied by a series of chemical reactions in my body. Aided by the siren song that echoed through the fog, my nipples felt as though they were clamped down onto my tormentors. An odd sensation invaded my stomach as a warm, thick liquid ran down the inside of my thighs, trickling down the inside of my legs, and gushing onto the wooden pole. The intense stretching and pulling began instantly, and my body refused to break the straining restraints. A further feeling invaded my being, one of strange exhilaration, and caused me to tingle with conflicting sensations. A thin, ropey liquid began to seep into my vagina, past the protective layer of the labia, and ran down the crack of my ass. Though the feeling was strangely tender, the saccharine glow emanating from my body was striking, and quite different from the soothing glow emitted by the wood.

The last sensation almost frightened me, as the liquid flowed out of my body, and I tried to feel for the source. i soon found it, a long slim, flexible vibrator, and my wrists were suddenly handcuffed together with a silk scarf. i struggled, with hands and arms, but my release was denied. "Tighten" the words echoed through the fog, and i tightened my bonds, straining silently into my bonds, and mounted the wooden pole again. i tried to struggle through the gagging, which made it impossible. the cords, tightened against my body, muscles in my face, and my neck were unyielding, and i felt something drawing my nipple to it and stretching the flesh from my nipple. A familiar tingling went through me, and my back arched painfully in response. The burning heat was exquisite, and the futility of attempts to stop it was terrible. i felt the arms of the pole against my back, and each terrifying centimeter of its base tickled me further. my heart was pounding, and my body stiffened in response. i tried to move my feet, but the cords held them still. A foreboding chord of tension rested on my neck, threatening to choke me. i tried to turn my head, but the cords held me in place. i closed my eyes, biting my lower lip. i was lost in a world of my own making, of fear and intense ecstasy. my hands wandered down my body, through my shirt, and my trousers. i let a thin trickle of blood trickle down my lip.

I licked my lips, and watered my lips. The taste of blood flooded through my mouth. i was ready to cum, and then i froze. i felt it, a rush of blood rushing through me, mingling with my own orgasm. The wood was scraping my skin, silently, soothing. i closed my eyes, tried to continue undressing. then the first tear ran down my cheek. i was so afraid. The next thing i felt was the sharp stroke of a knife against my chest. i threw my head back violently. i was dying. Tears were pouring down my face, and slowly, they flowed. i felt it slide down my neck, and it was so bright, i felt it splash in my ear. i opened my mouth to cry.. "Master," i sobbed. Then the straps were around my ankles, and the blindfold was swiftly tied securely around my head..