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From: mrledft@aol.com (MR LEDFT)
Subject: {ASSM} The Great Outdoors m/f,sm
Date: Wed, 21 May 2003 16:10:05 -0400
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WARNING: This story is a work of fiction and not to be read by person(s) under
the age of 21. Continuing on, assumes you are over 21, and will not
present/show this to any minors. This work having been posted to the newsgroups
is considered copyrighted from the author. Please do not republish, copy, or
post without prior consent of the author. Copyright MasterKink, 2003. Other
stories are posted at my site: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MastrKink 


The Great Outdoors

Margie couldn't help but feel humiliation and degradation from the position she
had been put in. And yet, she felt the juices seep out of her cunt and start
trickling down her thighs.  Obviously, a part of her thoroughly enjoyed this.

Her Master had tied her arms tightly behind her back thrusting out her large DD
breasts. Then he had used a mountain of rope to wrap them so they bulged out
obscenely.  She could feel how the blood was forced out to the tips and her
nipples looked huge and felt sensitive too. She knew he'd be back to put clamps
on them. He always did!

While she had knelt on the floor waiting, he had removed the table from it's
slot in the floor of the camper. He replaced it with another metal pole except
this one had an enormous rubber cock on the end. Then he placed an old aluminum
folding chair over it separating the webbing so the dildo poked through. 

That's when he ordered her to take a seat.

It had taken a few minutes to get it worked in, but eventually she settled down
on it and felt how it filled her pussy while she gyrated her hips on it for
pleasure.  Then he left telling her he was going fishing for a while and to
enjoy herself.

With a smile she remembered how "tight" she thought she was before her current
Master. But over time he had taught her to enjoy the full feeling of being
fisted or huge dildos being forced into her throbbing cunt or a nice tight
double penetration.

With a gag in her mouth all she could do was sit there and enjoy the view. The
campsite was located on the side of a mountain and she could look out the
windows of the RV to see a great view down onto the valley and hear the
children at play down the road from them. The possibility of someone peeking in
the windows. The danger of being caught only increased her enjoyment.

The weekend had been full of such experiences.

The first night had been unusually warm. So he had told her to strip until she
was wearing nothing but shoes and her collar. He had taken out a small pouch
and unfolded a poncho to cover her nakedness. Then they had gone for a walk.

He had attached a leash to her collar and she felt a special thrill as they
kept to the shadows just out of the light enough so others couldn't see how she
was being treated.

At one point, he had taken her into the woods so she could hold his flashlight
in her mouth like a gag while he broke off a small branch and stripped it of
it's leaves to make a switch for her.

Then again just out of sight, but so she could still see the campfires and hear
the people relaxing by them, he forced her to lean over and hug a tree while he
raised up the poncho and whipped her butt and thighs leaving a trail of burning
welts.

Earlier today while cooking hot dogs over the campfire, he had ordered her to
pull up her top and touched her bare breast with the hot skewer. It had burned
and left a small red mark, but still the experience of being so exposed and
being marked on her skin was so erotic.

Not too mention that she was not allowed to wear underwear and just plain
bounced all over the place as she walked to and from the bathroom. She just
knew the old folks were talking about her slutty behavior.

The memory of it only increased her movements as she tried to work the dildo in
even deeper. It felt like it was going to poke out her navel as it was! She had
lost track of time, but couldn't believe that he had been so patient and left
her here for so long.

Eventually, he returned. He had told her the truth when he left. He had taken
his fishing pole and tackle box and now came back with a pail of fish. Of
course, he made her wait as he took his time and cleaned them before placing
them in the cooler for later.

Then in he came with his tackle box.

No words were spoken, he just leaned over and gave her hard nipples a vicious
twist. Then slapped her big breasts nice and hard so they wobbled like Jell-O.

He paid no attention to her moans as he placed his tackle box on the floor and
opened it.

No, NO!

Her mind rebelled against what she saw in his hands, her body frozen in shock. 
He had used needles on her tits before and that wasn't so bad. But when she saw
the barbless hooks, she couldn't believe he'd be that cruel.

She kept trying to move away, but knew it was useless. They had agreed months
ago that her limits no longer applied and he was free to do as he wished with
her.

She certainly regretted that decision now as she felt the sharp point pressed
against her skin and felt the burning pain as it sunk into her flesh and in
seconds he had run it through her nipple.  Her scream was dampened by the gag
yet she wondered if anyone had heard her.

She couldn't stop the tears as they fell to her cheeks and felt even more
helpless as he did the other nip as well.

Time passed slowly as he removed some fishing line from the box and added
little fishing weights to the hooks so they pulled on her nipples increasing
her discomfort.

The seconds seemed like hours as the pain faded somewhat and she felt his soft
fingers caressing her shoulders and squeezing her breasts. Then his hands
roamed lower down and she felt an incredible sensation as his finger parted the
folds of her labia and softly stroked her rigid clit. 

She just couldn't believe how her body responded so positively every time she
went through a punishment like this. Gently using his fingernail, he dug deeper
and scraped it against the sensitive bud and made the pain disappear. 

In minutes, he had her mind focused on the pleasures she was feeling in her
cunt and only occasionally did she look down and see the incredible sight of
the hooks hanging from her nipples.

The gag kept her somewhat quiet as she screamed again from a tremendous orgasm
that was just astonishing in it's intensity considering what she had been
through this afternoon.

And this was only the second day. What more could he possibly think up?

MastrKink   
                     "The pain in pleasure often becomes the pleasure of pain."



                         

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