He’d teased me with the idea for months. How he would stake me out in the bush where potentially anyone could walk past. My entire world reduced to skin and grass and trees and sky, rope and tent pegs and wicked toys.
How I would be roped in place, unable to move at all while he tormented me and eventually – maybe – brought me to orgasm.
He had a tendency to remind me of this idea whenever we were out at lunch. My knickers would get wet and my thighs would clench as he whispered in my ear what he would do to me. How I wouldn’t shout because of the gag in my mouth. How the blindfold would not only stop me getting sun-strike, but would prevent me knowing if he was working on me alone or if he had some assistance.
My pet really knows how to tease his Boss …
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We had worked out in advance which spot would be the best for the staking out. I wanted there to be something other than me in the photographs he had promised to take – bush was part of the fantasy!
Hylas bade me remove my clothes on the porch that ran across the front of the house, then blindfolded me. I rested my hand on his arm as he lead me across the lawn until he told me that I was in the right place to lie down.
For some reason, in all my imaginings I had never focused on how I would be pegged out. So when he wrapped the boxing wraps around my right hand and began zig-zagging them up my arm, hammering in the tent pegs as he went, I found myself even more immobilised than I had imagined. I couldn’t move my wrist, my elbow, my arm, my shoulder. I was pinned.
After using the boxing wrap on both my arms, he moved down and arranged my legs (pinching a nipple on the way). This time he used rope to keep me in place, my knees splayed and my dripping cunt in view. As he pressed my legs down and tightened my bonds, he mused on how easy it would be for the neighbour up the drive to wander down, walk over, see me spread out. How hot it would make me to be viewed by him.
I squirmed. I loved it.
Finally, pegging completed, it was time for torment. Which he started by leaving me lying there and going to take photographs of his marvellous achievement.
Then it would be time to touch, tease, and tittilate his prize…
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