Lost in his thoughts, and with the slow pulsing beginning to distract him in his trousers, the Mistress slowly got out of the car with a black sack in between her beautifully manicured fingers. In her tight jeans and quilted riding boots, snuggly hugging her long, lean legs, she crept up behind him, and threw the bag over his head. Suddenly there were hands all over him. Touching him, restraining him, binding him. It had begun. And Tom was harder than he had ever been in his life.
“Is this what you want you little slut?"
Tom groaned. His Mistress’ voice purred all over his body, washing him in a feeling of warmth and apprehension.
“Did I tell you to make a noise you little princess?”
Tom knew better than to disobey a second time. He dutifully gave up all power, and let himself be led to the car. Pushed in on his back, he was suddenly tied up, his hands and feet taped. There was nowhere to go. Tom concentrated on listening, but there was no other sound other than his own laboured breathing and the car revving up. He couldn’t say how long he was in there for. Maybe 5 minutes, maybe 15. He didn’t care. He could feel the stress leaving his body, a huge release that had been building for the past few days. The feeling was unlike anything he had ever felt before. It took everything he had not to moan out in pleasure, but he knew that he wasn’t allowed. He didn’t want to find out what would happen if he did.
The car came to a screeching halt. Tom’s breathing became heavier. He knew something was happening. Suddenly he was hauled out of the car and on to his feet.
“Walk, my little bitch. And don’t stop until I tell you to.”
Before long, he was told to stop, turn around and spread his legs. He was then promptly tied up to something, a tree, perhaps? The binds were so tight, please mistress, he thought, not so tight, but of course, he was saying this all in his mind. Suddenly something brushed against his crotch. His erection was instant. He couldn’t hold it much longer. All of a sudden - WHACK - and he let out an uncontrollable gasp.
“Do you like to be kicked in the balls, my dirty little slut? Is this what you want?”
Before he could answer - WHACK - and another groan. Tom couldn’t help himself. This was hotter than anything he could’ve ever imagined. He had never felt like this before. His head was spinning. His balls were throbbing. And then there was nothing.
To be continued...