It all started when my friend took me out to his private ranch, out in the
hills away from the City. All that open country with trees and even a small
creek running through it made it look like heaven to a city girl like me. Even
better, he didn't live there, but had plans to build a house on the property
some day. I saw a chance to have a private place where I could escape to indulge
in my fantasies, so I didn't hesitate to ask him for a key to the gate. He gave
it to me, somewhat reluctantly, I thought, but I was glad to get it. I never
realized that key would lead to meeting my first master. This is the story of
that day. It was an afternoon in the middle of the week. I took off from work
right after lunch, so as to enjoy the whole afternoon at my private woodlands
(well, not mine, but you know what I mean). I had called my friend, the owner,
to make sure he wasn't going to be there, I didn't want any surprise visitors,
as you will soon see why. I drove out to the ranch and let myself in through the
gate, which was at the top of the hill. Before going in, I checked the road
outside for parked cars, as people sometimes sneaked over the fence, then I
drove down the dirt road to the center of the property. Here there was an open
space, with woods both back to the road and out towards the back part of the
property, which was at the bottom of the hill. I parked my car, opened the trunk
and got my costume ready, what there was of it. Taking off the conservative
pants suit, shoes and underwear I had worn to work. I paused to let the warm sun
seek out my petite body. At 5 1 tall, 110 lbs with a 34-23-32 figure and long
blond hair, I turned a lot of heads, both male and female. But just thinking
about my fantasy that I would soon play out was getting me wet, and I had to
resist the urge to play with my blond furred pussy. I started out by putting on
black thigh-high stockings, which at elastic garters at the top to hold them, so
I didn't need a garter belt. After pulling them on my long legs and smoothing
and straightening them out, I added to my small feet 5 inch high heels sandals
with ankle straps. To make sure I couldn't remove them, the ankle straps had
little locks , the keys of which remained in the trunk. I took a few steps in
them trying to adjust to both the height and the jiggle they gave to my apple
sizes breasts. I even jingled from little brass bells attached to the shoes.
Turning back to the trunk, I pulled out a pair of opera gloves and put them on.
These would protect my wrists and make handling the keys harder when I tried to
get back into the car. I then pulled out the remaining three pieces of my
outfit, took the trunk key off the key chain, tossed the rest of the keys into
the trunk and slammed the trunk shut. Above the back tire was a magnetic key
box, into which I deposited the trunk key and return the key box back to its
resting place. There, I was almost ready to start my fantasy. The ball gag I put
in my mouth had both a leather chin strap, which added to the sensation of being
gagged, and a small lock, whose key was in the trunk. Next I took a band of
Velcro about 3 inches high and wrapped it around my thighs just above my knees.
Now, the final touch, a pair of leather arm cuffs, with padlocks whose keys are,
you guessed it, in the trunk of my car. When I locked the cuffs around my
wrists, I would become a helpless slave girl, at least until I managed to get
the trunk out of the key box and the keys out of the trunk. I was so hot by this
point that I had to resist the temptation to throw myself on the nearby grass,
spread my legs and massage my clit and nipples until I came. But I knew that
once I was locked up, I wouldn't be able to simulate an orgasm, and so the one I
would have when I got back would be mind-blowing. So quickly, before anymore
seconds thoughts I pressed both the locks closed on the cuffs, There, now I was
an escaped slave girl! I knew that my masters would soon catch up with me and
take me back for my punishment if I didn't escape and hide. So off I ran down
into the forest, or at least tried to run. With my heels, the thigh band and my
arms locked behind back, the most I could manage was a sexy waddle, blond hair
flying, apple breasts bobbling and my full bottom bouncing up and down. It was
both humiliating and sexy to think how I looked running down the dirt trail
through the forest. I ran for a couple hundred yards into the forest, until I
couldn't see the car or the opening. I paused to catch my breath, trying to pull
enough air in through my nose. I hear a dog bark in the distance and decided
that must be masters on my trail. I felt the pit of my tummy drop in fear of the
thought of being caught by them, and turned to run down the trail. It forked
with one path following a little creek and the other disappearing into the
woods. I turned down the creek fork as I raced (well, wiggled) down the trail. I
ran until I was out of breath and stopped in a small stand of birch. My legs
felt weak, partly from exhaustion and partly from the turn-on of running around
naked and bound in the forest. I leaned back against one of the white birch
trees, letting it support my weight, enjoying the fell of the bark with its
mixture of smooth leathery feeling and the rough edges where it split. I looked
down at myself and could see my hard brown nipples wiggling with each breath,
demanding to be squeezed and pulled. I could feel my pussy juices running down
the inside of my thighs. I wanted to come so badly, but needed something to push
me over the edge. I rubbed my bottom back and forth against the tree trunk,
feeling the cheeks pull apart and the roughness of the bark against my anus, but
that wasn't enough. With a sob of frustration I turned and pressed my front
against the tree, rubbing my nipples and my pussy mound against it. Closer and
closer, but it was no good. I had to get my hands where I could do something
with them, but they were locked behind my back. Sighing, I deciding to head back
to my car, and get myself out of my bondage so that I could get my hands into my
pussy. When I reached the clearing, I received the surprise of my life. There
was a MAN leaning against the trunk of my car, watching me! My first reaction
was fear and embarrassment, the latter showed with a red blush that reached down
to my breasts. I saw that he was naked, except for a pair of hiking boots. I
scanned my way back up his 6 body; he had a nice size cocked, a hairy chest with
good shoulders and the most infuriating smile as he watched me check him out. I
blushed again and then tried to glare. Mail Come on over here and lets talk. I
wont hurt you, he said with a deep voice that seemed to reach down into me and
send quivers throughout my body. I realized I didn't have much choice since all
my cloths and things were in the car he was leaning against, so I tried to gain
the upper hand by pretending I was angry and stalking towards him. This didn't
work very well as my bare bouncing breasts and my short mincing steps from the
leg bondage made it more of a sexy sway then a stalk. Even more infuriating was
that he ignore all my goodies and just stared into my eyes with that smile on
his face. I stopped closer to him that I had planned to and waited for him to
explain his presence (I sure couldn't explain mine). The owner of this land told
me about your little adventures here, so I decided to come see them for myself
he said as I blushed again. I've been watching you since you arrived and quite
enjoyed your little escaped slave girl fantasy. So, I want to offer you one of
two choices . The first is that I will let you go and get dressed, but on the
condition that you give me your phone number, so that we may go out to dinner
and discuss our mutual interest in bondage. The second choice is that we
continue playing your escaped slave girl fantasy out, where I am your master
tracking you down and punishing you. Which do you prefer, dinner or the fantasy?
This was the strangest proposition I ever had. But I decided to accept. I turned
and starting running back into the forest, not very fast, of course. I thought
with my legs strapped together my butt would be bouncing up and down like jello
and I wondered how he would resist grabbing me right there. But he just called
out after me you have a five minute head start, then I'm coming for you. Only
five minutes, I thought, I wouldn't be to make it very far. But I really did
have to try to escape from this master. Down the same trail and then at the fork
I took the path into the woods. I soon found a small grouping of large bushes
that appeared to have a space hidden under them. I dropped to my knees and
crawled through the curtain of branches into a small area hidden from the trail.
Low branches covered the area with about 2 feet of room, just enough room so
that I had my bottom rest on my heels and leaned forward so my breasts were
flattened against my knees. Waiting there, my heart pounding and trying to
control my breathing, I knew how a rabbit feels when it hides from the wolf. I
wondered if he would find me there. And I wondered what he would do to me when
he found me. Just that thought kept my pussy juices flowing. The space was so
tight that the branches poked at me from all sides like little fingers. The
curtain of branches I had crawled though fell back into place, cover my bottom
and sliding in between my legs, poking at my pussy and even my butt hole. They
tickled! Even with the slightest movement, I found the tickling sensation
distracting and teasing. I tried to stay still but the branches poked at me as
if trying to get entrance to my holes. As I knelt there, I soon heard him come
up the trail. How did he find me? He stopped right outside my protecting bushes,
but from the way I knelt with my back the trail I couldn't see him. I tried
looking over my shoulder, but the bushes hid him just as effectively as they hid
me. I tried to control my breathing so he wouldn't hear me. Then with a loud
crackling he pushed his way through the bushy maze, reached down with both hands
and grabbed me by the waist. I squealed at this and tried to struggle, kicking
and wiggling but to no avail. Holding me at arms length (boy, was he strong), he
backed out of the bushes carrying me, then set me down, grabbed me around the
waist with one arm and proceeded to spank me with the other. This quickly
reduced me to a sobbing, wilting slave girl, but I could still feel each hit on
my poor bottom echoed with a spark in my pussy. Turning me around so I faced
him, he bent over and lifted me up on to his shoulder, so that I fell face down
over it. He straighten up, with one arm around my thighs to hold me in place. I
had never felt so humiliated as I did then, stretched naked over the shoulder of
my new master, know my red bottom and wet cunt were exposed to the whole world.
Tied up as I was, I couldn't do anything but wait there. He carried me down the
trail for a while but I couldn't tell where as all I could see was his back
(well muscled) and the ground below us. After a short unpleasant walk (you try
be carried over a mans shoulder bouncing on your tummy), he set me down and
gently pushed my hair out of my face behind me. While hold me with one hand on
my arm, he continued stroking me, first around face and neck, then lower down
onto my breasts, lifting each in turn, then pulling gently at each nipple, first
right then left. I tried glaring at him, but the caresses quickly reduced me to
quivering mass supported only by his strong hand. Suddenly turning me around, he
walked me over to a dead tree that had fallen. The bark had fallen off, leaving
the smooth gray deadwood about a foot in diameter. How convenient that nature
had left it lying at the height of my waist over a shallow gully. He walked me
into the gully and up to the tree. He quickly undid my hands , pulled then in
front of me and clambered over the tree trunk. I tried struggle, but he was too
strong, and he quickly pulled down on my wrists so that I was bent over the tree
trunk. Grabbing a couple of handy pieces of rope (how did those get here!?!), he
tied one wrist to each ankle. He then took another piece of rope and stretched
it from my left ankle and wrist to a handy branch. With a fourth piece, he tied
my right ankle and wrist to another branch, spreading me wide open. He came back
around the tree to the side my head dangled over and stood right against my
back. I felt his legs pressing against my sides and his hard cock and soft ball
sack pressing against my lower back. At least I was having the same effect on
him that he was on me! I figured out that he was staring down between my legs
and I felt even more embraced then before. I was wide open and felt like he
could see right up inside of me. He place both hands on me, starting at the top
of my but and stroking over it and down my thighs. He ran them back up inside my
thighs, with a quick touch to my pussy then back over my butt. He continued
stroking and caressing, and I started to respond, trying to lift my pussy up to
encourage more attention there. But then he started spanking me, combing the
hard painful strokes with caresses that was getting me hotter and hotter. I was
gasping and moaning, giving little yelps when a particularly hard slap landed.
To be continued (maybe)...
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