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Hot August afternoon
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THIS STORY APPEARS IN B&D PLEASURES VOL 1 NUMBER 2
HOT AUGUST AFTERNOON
STORY BY JOHN SAVAGE
THERE WAS NOT THE SLIGHTEST HINT OF A BREEZE UNDER THE BLAZING SUMMER
SUN. I FELT AS IF I WERE BAKING IN MY CLOTHES BUT LAURA PROBABLY
FELT WORSE AS SHE STOOD IN THE DIRECT SUNLIGHT WEARING ONLY A PAIR OF
HIGH HEELED SHOES. WELL, THE SHOES AND THE COTTON CLOTHESLINE THAT
HELD HER ARMS FIRMLY SECURED BEHIND HER BACK WITH MANY CUNNING TURNS
AND KNOTS FAR FROM THE SEARCHING FINGERS. I HAD BOUND HE ALMOST A
HALF AN HOUR BEFORE AND SHE HAD WORKED AT THE ROPES NERVOUSLY FOR ALL
THAT TIME, TWISTING THIS WAY AND THAT, TRYING TO BRING HER ARMS IN
FRONT OF HER BODY, TRYING ANYTHING THAT MIGHT ALLOW HER TO ESCAPE HER
FATE. BUT THAT HOT SUMMER AFTERNOON ESCAPE WAS NOT FOR HER. I
PAUSED BY THE CAR TO LOOK OVER THE LANDSCAPE, INCLUDING THE NAKED AND
BOUND GIRL I HAD BROUGHT INTO IT.
IT WAS CALIFORNIA DESERT, MOSTLY SAND WITH RAGGED ROCKS AND A FEW
STUNTED SHRUBS HERE AND THERE. THE ONLY SIGNS OF MAN WERE THE
AUTOMOBILE BESIDE US AND THE ROAD WE HAD FOLLOWED TO GET HERE, LITTLE
MORE THAN A TRACK ACROSS THE HOT EARTH. LAURA STOOD BESIDE ME AND
LOOKED NERVOUS. SHE COULDN'T SAY A THING BECAUSE OF THE BALL GAG
FILLING HER MOUTH AND SECURELY STRAPPED BEHIND HER HEAD. KEEPING HER
FROM VERBALLY CHANGING HER MIND WAS PART OF THE GAME, A PART OF
KEEPING HER HELPLESS AND OBEDIENT TO MY WISHES, NO MATTER HOW THE
BEAUTIFUL AND SEXY WOMAN MIGHT SUFFER. LAYING IN BED LAST NIGHT THE
IDEA OF A DESERT BONDAGE HIKE HAD SEEMED AMUSING TO BOTH OF US BUT IN
THIS RELENTLESS HEAT SHE WAS HAVING A GREAT MANY SECOND THOUGHTS.
SHE SAW ME LOOKING AT HER, EYEING HER LUSH BODY AND SHOOK HER HEAD.
I PRETENDED NOT TO SEE HER NEGATIVE NOD AND FETCHED A COUPLE OF
PIECES OF ROPE FROM THE BACK SEAT. SHE MAD WHINING SOUNDS THROUGH
HER GAG AND CAME CLOSE TO ME. SHE RUBBED HER BODY AGAINST MINE,
TEASING MY SHIRT FRONT WITH HER ERECT NIPPLES IN A NEED BORN NOT
ENTIRELY FROM SEXUAL HUNGER. SHE WAS OFFERING ME THE ONLY THING SHE
HAD TO BARTER WITH. I'M SURE SHE WOULD HAVE BEEN PULLING DOWN MY
ZIPPER HAD NOT HER ARMS BEEN BOUND TIGHTLY BEHIND HER BACK. I'M SURE
SHE FIGURED THAT IF I WERE TO HAVE SEX WITH HER RIGHT THEN I WOULD
LOSE THE DESIRE TO LEAVE HER ALONE IN THIS HOSTILE ENVIRONMENT.
BUT SHE WAS LACKING IN BARGAINING POWER. I WOULD HAVE TAKEN HER
RIGHT THERE ON THE BURNING SAND IF I HAD BEEN SO INCLINED. BUT,
BEING THE PERVERTED INDIVIDUAL I AM =, I FIGURED SHE WOULD ENJOY A
BIT OF SEX MUCH MORE AFTER HAVING UNDERGONE HER ORDEAL. I KNOW I
WOULD. I SHOOK MY HEAD SLIGHTLY AND SHE KNEW HER INVITATION HAD BEEN
TURNED DOWN.
THEN SHE BENT OVER FROM THE WAIST, BOWING HER HEAD DOWN UNTIL IT WAS
THE LEVEL OF MY FLY AND GIVING ME A FINE VIEW OF HER BOUND ARMS. I
NOTED HOW THE ROPES HAD DUG INTO THE FLESH JUST ABOVE HER ELBOWS AND
AGAIN BELOW THEM. THE ROPES WERE STILL VERY TIGHT AND FIRMLY DOUBLE
AND TRIPLE KNOTTED, ALL UP BY THE ELBOWS WHERE THE FINGERS COULD
NEVER REACH. LAURA NUZZLED HER GAGGED MOUTH AGAINST MY PANTS IN AN
OFFER THAT COULD HARDLY BE MISINTERPRETED. I COULD HAVE EASILY MADE
HER GIVE ME A BLOW JOB, ON HER KNEES IN THE HOT SAND, HER MOUTH
PAYING HOMAGE TO MY MALENESS. THEN I COULD STRAP HER BALL GAG BACK
INTO HER MOUTH AND GO ON WITH MY PLANS. AND SHE KNEW IT. AFTER A FEW
MOMENTS SHE WITH A DELICIOUS WHIMPER OF DEFEAT.
I LOOPED HER HIPS AND WRISTS WITH A ROPE AND WRAPPED A DOZEN TURNS,
PINNING HER WRISTS AGAINST HER BUTT. THEN I CINCHED THAT ROPE DOWN
WITH TURNS BETWEEN HER ARMS AND BODY AND MORE RUNNING DOWN BETWEEN
HER LEGS AND UP TO HER TUMMY. THE ROPE LOOPED OVER HER TUMMY ROPE
THERE AND PASSED BACK BETWEEN THOSE LOVELY LEGS TO HER WRISTS. A FEW
TURNS THERE SECURED THE TENSION I WANTED. I HAD LEFT ABOUT TWO FEET
OF ROPE WHICH I USED TO BRING THE END UP TO HER ELBOWS WHERE THE
FINAL THREE OR FOUR KNOTS SECURED IT. I HAD BEEN CAREFUL TO PULL
APART HER VAGINA LIPS SO THAT THE TWO ROPES WERE INVISIBLE, BURIED
UNDER HER LIPS AND CRUSHING HER CLIT BETWEEN THEM. IT WOULD BE AN
INTERESTING HIKE FOR LAURA.
BUT LAURA WAS YOUNG AND HEALTHY, A GIRL WELL ABLE TO TAKE VIGOROUS
TREATMENT AS I HAD PROVEN NUMEROUS TIMES. AND JUST WALKING ALONG A
DESERT ROAD, EVEN WITH CROTCH ROPES, WOULD HARDLY BE A CHALLENGE. I
WALKED AROUND BEHIND HER AS SHE STOOD NERVOUSLY LOOKING AT ME. HER
LONG BLACK HAIR HAD BEEN FRAMING HER LOVELY FACE AND DESCENDING ALL
THE WAY TO HER ERECT NIPPLES. I PULLED IT BACK OVER HER SHOULDERS
AND CAREFULLY BRAIDED IT INTO A SINGLE PIGTAIL BUT ONE THAT CAME OUT
HIGH UP WHERE A PONYTAIL WOULD HAVE. ALONG WITH THE SOFT HAIR I
BRAIDED TWO STRANDS OF ROPE SO THAT THE HAIR AND ROPE WERE
INTERTWINED FIRMLY. THEN I PASSED THE ENDS OF ROPE DOWN TO HER
WRISTS AND BETWEEN THE SWEATY PALMS OF HER HANDS AND BACK UP TO THE
ELBOWS. THERE I PULLED GENTLY UNTIL HER HEAD ARCHED BACKWARDS. AS I
KEPT THE TENSION WITH ONE HAND, I USED THE OTHER TO PULL HER FOREHEAD
BACK UNTIL SHE WAS STARING ALMOST STRAIGHT UP. I KNOTTED THE ROPE
AND STOOD BACK.
IT WAS A BEAUTIFUL SIGHT, A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN JUST OUT OF HER TEENS
WITH A FULL AND RIPE BODY, CRUELLY BOUND. I TRACED THE LINE OF HER
UPTURNED THROAT DOWN TO THE FULL AND RIDGED NIPPLES. I CUPPED ONE
HEAVY BREAST IN A HAND AS IF WEIGHING IT. IT WAS QUITE FIRM, ALMOST
AS IF STRAINING TO EXPLODE OUTWARD FROM HER CHEST, SO EFFECTIVE WAS
THE ELBOW BONDAGE COUPLED WITH PULLING THE HEAD BACK. I NOTED A FINE
SHEEN OF SWEAT ON HER BREASTS AS THEY STOOD PROUDLY IN THE BRIGHT
SUNLIGHT. SHE WAS BEAUTIFUL!
"YOU KNOW THE WAY WE CAME," I STATED AS I CHECKED THE ANKLE STRAPS
ON HER FOUR INCH HIGH HEELS. "JUST WALK BACK THAT WAY. I'LL BE
WAITING FOR YOU SOMEWHERE BETWEEN HERE AND THE HIGHWAY." A WHINE OF
PROTEST. "I KNOW THAT'S ABOUT TEN MILES, BUT I WON'T BE RIGHT AT THE
HIGHWAY SO YOU'LL ONLY HAVE TO WALK SOMETHING LESS THAN THAT."
A NOISE THAT SOUNDED AS IF SHE MIGHT BE TRYING TO SAY, "I CAN'T SEE."
"TURN YOUR HEAD TO THE SIDE," I COMMANDED. SHE KNEW BETTER THAN TO
REFUSE. WHEN SHE TURNED HER HEAD SHE COULD SEE TO HER SIDE, NOT
DOWNWARD BUT STRAIGHT OUT AS THE ROPE AND HAIR HELD HER HEAD VERY
LIMITED IN ITS MOTION. I KNEW THAT SHE WOULD BE ABLE TO FOLLOW THE
ROAD. IT WOULDN'T BE EASY WITH HER HEAD BOUND LIKE THAT BUT IT WOULD
BE POSSIBLE. AND SHE KNEW IT.
THERE WAS NOTHING MORE TO SAY SO I GOT IN THE CAR. I DROVE SLOWLY
FOR A FEW YARDS THEN STOPPED TO LOOK BACK. LAURA WAS TURNING
SIDEWAYS TO ME, HER WHOLE BODY SHAKING SLIGHTLY, WHETHER FROM ANGER,
FRUSTRATION OR LAUGHTER I DID NOT KNOW. I WATCHED HER FIRST
TENTATIVE STEPS ON A ROAD THAT HAD THAT HAD TREACHEROUSLY ALTERNATED
BETWEEN HARD EARTH AND SOFT SAND. AS I DROVE AWAY I WAS SURE GLAD I
WAS A MAN AND NOT SUBJECT TO SUCH ORDEALS. LEAVE THE TORMENT TO
SUBMISSIVE WOMEN LIKE LAURA, THEY LOVE AND DESERVE IT.
I WAITED ABOUT HALF A MILE AWAY, THE DISTANCE I FIGURED WOULD TAKE
HER ABOUT AN HOUR TO WALK. IF SHE DIDN'T FALL DOWN TOO OFTEN. I
WONDERED HOW SHE WOULD BE ABLE TO GET UP WITH HER ARMS GONE AND HEAD
PULLED CRUELLY BACK. AND WITH THOSE RIDICULOUSLY HIGH HEELS. I
FIGURED TO WAIT TWO OR THREE HOURS THEN GO BACK AND PICK HER UP IF
SHE DIDN'T MAKE IT BY THEN. I'D PROBABLY FIND HER LAYING ON THE ROAD
UNABLE TO GET BACK TO HER FEET.
IT WAS HOT AND MISERABLE. EVEN THE WATER I HAD BROUGHT WAS HOT AS I
DRANK IT. NOTHING MOVED IN THAT HARSH LANDSCAPE, THERE WAS LITTLE
SOUND BEYOND SOME KIND OF BIRD OFF TO THE LEFT. I NEVER DID SEE THE
BIRD. IT WAS SO HOT THE LIZARDS AND SNAKES WERE HIDING UNDER ROCKS.
SENSIBLE CREATURES.
LAURA WAS WALKING STRAIGHT AHEAD WHEN SHE CAME AROUND THE TURN. I
WATCHED HER WALK A DOZEN STEPS THEN TURN TO SEE WHAT SHE COULD OF THE
ROAD BEFORE WALKING ANOTHER DOZEN STEPS. AS SHE GOT CLOSE I COULD
SEE DIRT STICKING TO HER SWEATY BODY AND KNEW SHE HAD FALLEN. WHEN
SHE SAW THE CAR SHE MADE THE MISTAKE OF TRYING TO RUN. I WATCHED
AMUSED AS SHE LAY IN THE SAND A DOZEN FEET FROM ME. IT WAS
DELIGHTFUL TO WATCH HER STRUGGLES AS SHE SOUGHT TO REGAIN HER FEET.
SHE WALKED THE LAST FEW FEET SLOWLY AND PLANTED HER LEGS WIDE SPREAD
WHEN SHE WAS ONLY A ARM'S LENGTH AWAY. SHE WAS BREATHING HARD AND I
COULD HAVE WATCHED THOSE MAGNIFICENT BREASTS RISE AND FALL FOREVER.
NEEDLESS TO SAY ALL THE ROPES WERE STILL ON AND TIGHTLY IN PLACE.
HER BODY LANGUAGE, WHAT THERE WAS TO SEE OF IT IN SUCH BONDAGE, SPOKE
OF DEFIANCE. SHE HAD MET AND CONQUERED THE CHALLENGE AND DEMANDED
THAT I RECOGNIZE HER TRIUMPH.
WELL I DID. DROPPING MY FLY, I EXPOSED A ROD LARGE ENOUGH AND RIGID
ENOUGH TO SATISFY A HERD OF CHEERLEADERS. TOO BAD LAURA COULDN'T SEE
IT WITH HER HEAD PULLED BACK. BUT I TOOK HER AND ROUGHLY PUSHED HER
DOWN TO THE PATCH OF SAND WHERE THE SHADOW OF THE CAR HAD COOLED IT
DOWN A BIT. LAURA KNEW ME, KNEW WHAT WAS COMING AND WANTED IT AS BAD
AS I DID. WHEN I LOWERED HER TO HER BACK SHE ARCHED HER BODY UP
UNTIL SHE WAS ON HER HEAD AND SHOULDERS AND ON HER FEET. HER PUSSY
WAS ARCHED UP MOST INVITINGLY AND HER LEGS SPREAD WIDE AS HER HEELS
DUG INTO THE SAND UNTIL HER FEET ALMOST DISAPPEARED. SHE WAS MAKING
PITIFUL LITTLE MOANING SOUNDS BEHIND THE BALL GAG.
IT WAS A BEAUTIFUL SIGHT, A MASTERPIECE OF SUBMISSION THAT WOULD
BRING AN ERECTION TO ANY MALE. I CONSIDERED LEAVING HER LIKE THAT,
PLEADING FOR THE SEXUAL SATISFACTION SHE HUNGERED FOR JUST TO TEASE
HER, A FORM OF TORTURE I HAD OFTEN INFLECTED UPON THIS AND OTHER
HELPLESS GIRLS. BUT, WELL, WHAT THE HELL, THE GIRL DID DESERVE SOME
REWARD. BESIDES, MY PRICK ACHED SO MUCH IT HURT. I PULLED APART THE
CROTCH ROPES SO THEY NO LONGER COVERED THAT WONDERFUL LOVE TUNNEL AND
RAMMED HOME THAT FEMALE-PLEASING TOOL.
IT WAS SHORT BUT BRUTAL. I DON'T KNOW WHICH OF US WAS MORE VIGOROUS
IN OUR THRUSTINGS AND DON'T REALLY CARE. I REMEMBER LOCKING MY ARMS
AROUND HER HIPS AND RAMMING FOR ALL I WAS WORTH. IT WASN'T LONG
BEFORE WE BOTH EXPLODED INTO GIANT FIREWORKS. I THINK BOTH OF US
CRIED OUT.
I CAME BACK TO MY SENSES LAYING IN THE HOT SAND BESIDE A BEAUTIFUL
PACKAGE OF WOMAN FLESH AND ROPES. HER LEGS WERE WIDE SPREAD AND THE
BODY NO LONGER ARCHED BUT LAYING ON HER BOUND ARMS. HER EYES WERE
CLOSED. I THOUGHT I COULD SEE A SATISFIED SMILE BUT THAT'S HARD TO
TELL WITH HER MOUTH FILLED WITH A RUBBER BALL. IN SLOW MOTION I
CRAWLED BETWEEN HER LEGS AND PULLED THE CROTCH ROPES BACK INTO PLACE
ON EITHER SIDE OF HER CLIT AND WATCHED THE VAGINA LIPS CLOSE OVER THE
COTTON CLOTHESLINE. THEN I HELPED HER TO HER FEET. SHE WAS SWAYING
SLIGHTLY AND KEPT HER EYES CLOSED. ZIPPING UP MY FLY WITH ONE HAND,
I PATTED HER BOTTOM WITH THE OTHER AND TOLD HER I'D BE WAITING
ANOTHER MILE DOWN THE ROAD AND THAT I FIGURED WE COULD DO THIS FOR
MAYBE EIGHT MILES BEFORE WE'D BE TO CLOSE TO THE HIGHWAY.
LAURA MOANED DELICIOUSLY AND BEGAN WALKING.
SCRIBES COMMENTS: THE AUTHOR IS WELL KNOWN IN B&D CIRCLES AND CALLS
OUT VARIOUS CLICHES DURING THIS STORY. I WISH TO GO ON RECORD AS
SAYING THAT MEN ARE "SUBJECT TO SUCH ORDEALS" AND WILLINGLY ACCEPT
THEM WITH THE RIGHT WILLING PARTNER. ALL SLAVES ARE NOT WOMEN. ALL
MEN ARE NOT MASTERS. A SHARED APPROACH IS INDICATED.
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