Staked Out II

Posted on | May 18, 2011 | 12 Comments |

You asked for more pictures showing my staked out experience, and I am happy to oblige. But you have to read about it as well:

By the time Hylas had finished pinning me down with rope and tent pegs, I wasn’t going anywhere. Not that I wanted to! With immobilised arms and legs, a mouth full of ball-gag (and drool), and a blindfold keeping the sun out of my eyes, I was very happy indeed. Not to mentioned rather spaced out.

Did I mind when he left me alone, when I could feel the sun on my flesh and the cool breeze right up my cunt? I did not. Even though I couldn’t hear him I knew he’d be keeping an eye on me, and I revelled in the freedom and openness I was experiencing. Was he taking photos? Having a drink? Just watching me try to wriggle and readjust my arse on the grass? I didn’t know – and didn’t really care. I was focused on my senses. Touch. Smell. Sound. My body and all things touching it was the extent of my world.

Naturally, Hylas came back then and broadened my focus – he began to torment me.

I can’t give you details. I cannot remember – I couldn’t have told you two hours afterwards, and I certainly can’t now! But I’d say it’s likely that he pulled on my nipples, spanked my inner thighs, teased my clit. Chances are that he used my cunt-slapper right smack on my genitals just so he could watch me (try to) jump. He probably tickled my feet and tugged on my labia. Did he run his hands across my flesh, feeling and probing and spanking and tickling? Almost certainly.

I am sure that he used words to tease me. Told me that anyone could see me. Suggested that he could leave me there and let me wait for someone to find me. Wondered aloud if the neighbour would come by and take advantage of the situation.

He definitely admired how wet I was. How drenched being exposed and roped and played with made me.

And he told me, gleefully, how I wasn’t allowed to come until he said so. Which probably explained the ball-gag – I couldn’t swear at him if I couldn’t speak.

Luckily for me (and for him in future play sessions), he did let me come in the end. And boy did I ever!

 

See all that liquid trickling down my arse-crack? That’s my orgasmic juices (good thing there was grass to soak it up). If you click through you can see my completely spaced-out happy grin.

The one orgasm was enough, frankly. It was a tsunami of epic proportions, roaring right through my body and out into the world.  But Hylas is never satisfied with one, so a few more were coaxed out – not that it was difficult …

 

By the time Hylas had decided I had orgasmed enough, I was getting chilly – the sun had passed over, and the wind coming up the hill was not the warmest! (Orgasms only keep me hot for so long.) So he took the blanket we’d brought out for just that purpose, and covered me up. It was lovely feeling the rough wool against all my most sensitive areas, not to mention being less cold!

Given a few minutes, it was time to undo all the good work. Pegs were removed and rope unwound, the blindfold lifted and the ball-gag unbuckled.  And boy did that ball gag leave some impressive indentations. (Click above to see!)

 

My legs were rather wobbly by the time Hylas helped me up, so I leaned on him and we walked back to the house. Standing on the porch he brushed all the grass off my back, arse and legs (while I clutched the blanket to my front and tried not to shiver). Then it was inside and a hot shower for me while he cleaned off all the toys.

Did the reality live up to the fantasy? Absolutely! Will we do it again? You betcha. The only problem is, Hylas wants to be the one tied down next time …

 

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Big thanks to Hylas for being an awesome service-top!

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12 Responses to “Staked Out II”

  1. Molly
    May 18th, 2011 @ 11:14 pm

    Great post Dee and I love the picture of your slightly spaced out but seriously smiley face….just perfect

    Mollyxxx

  2. HisPleasuresnPearls
    May 19th, 2011 @ 11:27 am

    someones Wet i see…giggling great Post ~

  3. Dee
    May 19th, 2011 @ 12:25 pm

    Molly – Slightly may be an understatement for that face. It’s my ‘blinded by sunshine but emptied of all orgasmic sensations and feeling awesome’ look…

    HPnP – Very wet, for sure! Although I have been wetter (that’s a qualitative opinion. I’ve not measured with beakers or anything).

    xx Dee

  4. KaziGrrl
    May 19th, 2011 @ 12:26 pm

    You definitely look to be in a very happy place. What an awesome experience… thank you for sharing!

  5. Frankie Lemmon
    May 19th, 2011 @ 1:30 pm

    Very wet! Must’ve been one trembling-good “O”. :o

  6. Dee
    May 19th, 2011 @ 4:39 pm

    KaziGrrl – I figure that awesome experiences should be shared!

    Frankie – As much as I could tremble, being so immobilised :)

    xx Dee

  7. viemoira
    May 20th, 2011 @ 7:35 am

    It is a catch 22 when you cannot recall detail because it was that damn good! I kinda wish those kinda memories would be clear.

    I love the ball gag imprints- very nice!

  8. Dee
    May 20th, 2011 @ 8:29 am

    viemoira – It’s a bit of a challenge, I must say! But it’s the kind of catch-22 I definitely appreciate (and now I want to read the book again).

    xx Dee

  9. Clive
    May 21st, 2011 @ 3:12 am

    Love that happy grin :) That is a girl enjoying her ‘steak’ out :)

  10. Dee
    May 21st, 2011 @ 11:54 am

    Clive – Well, as a vegequarian it’s the only ‘steak’ I ever have!

    xx Dee

  11. Kiwiana
    June 1st, 2011 @ 9:38 pm

    That did look like one awesome orgasmic experience. LOL – quite freeing in a tied up kind of a way

  12. Dee
    June 1st, 2011 @ 10:09 pm

    Kiwiana – It really, really was :)

    xx Dee


  

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