Sissy Jenny abused in the woods

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Sissy Jenny abused in the woodsSubmissive Sissy Jennifer – taken in the Woods part 1I stared at my screen – “Be at the entrance to Dutch Common at 12.30. Don’t be late, and wear your sexiest sissy gear”. 12.30! That was only 30 minutes! I could do it, just. But did I want to? Was it wise? I had never met my correspondent, a local bisexual man, but we had corresponded for some time. Meetings had been discussed, but they had never materialised. This would be the start of a very slippery slope, I knew.My cock made the decision for me. I rushed upstairs, and slipped into me sexiest outfit. Truth to tell, I didn’t have many to choose from, but I adored the feel of black stockings supported by red suspenders. I generally wore a tiny red thong that matched the suspenders, but today I left these off. A short skirt, and a flimsy blouse were added – no need for anything warmer in this summer heat. My only pair of heels completed the outfit, a size too small and painful to wear for too long, and I tripped out of the door to my little car. Fortunately there were no neighbours in view – I was keen to keep my cross-dressing a secret.It was a 15 minute drive to Dutch Common – or it would have been if there hadn’t been a tractor in front of me! I arrived at the lay-by a few minutes after 12.30. I was annoyed – I hate being late. It seems I had arrived first – mine was the only vehicle there. I waited. And as I waited doubt began to creep into my mind. Was this wise? Ten minutes. Should I give this up as a bad job and go home?My phone rang – and I gave a start. Silly! I’m getting nervous! Number withheld – I hate it when people withhold their number. I accepted the call – but before I could say anthing a masterful voice said “You were late”.”…but…” I remonstrated, as I wondered “how did he know my phone number?!””No buts, no excuses, you were late. Behind the large tree at the far end of the lay-by is a canvas bag. In the bag is a blindfold, dog collar and chain, nipple clamps and handcuffs, . Bring the bag back to the car, sit in the passenger seat, recline the seat fully, and leave the door unlocked. Undo you blouse completely, pull your skirt up around your waits. Put the collar onto your neck, with the chain attached. Put the nipple clamps firmly onto your nipples, making sure the dog chain is hanging down between your tits inside the nipple clamp chain. Put the blindfold over your eyes – make sure it is secure and that you are not peeping out the side. Finally, put the cuffs on your wrists behind your back. Then wait for me to arrive.” The phone went dead.Was it too late to flee? But he knew my number! What else did he know? Only one thing for it – to do as he demanded. Nervously I stepped out, and teetered down the lay-by in my heels – I hadn’t expected towalk in them, just look sexy. Just as he said, there was the canvas bag. I peeped inside, and saw the items he had mentioned – and a note. It read simply “JUST DO IT, NOW!”Back in the car I undid my blouse buttons, exposing my hairless chest and erect nipples. I pulled the skirt up so it was bunched around my waist, exposing my freshly shaved cock and balls. I took out the dog collar, bright red leather with steel studs, buckled it around my throat, and clipped the chain to the collar. Now for nipple clamps. I had used these before, but only for short periods. I noticed that the adjusting screws had been removed, and also the soft rubber ennds to the jaws. This was going to hurt! – and by golly, they did hurt! Next the blindfold. That was easy – it had strong elastic that pulled the black fabric hard agains illegal bahis may face, completely blacking out my vision. Of course, this made the final bit, attaching handcuffs behind my back, much more difficult. But after some struggling, I achieved it – and I leaned back onto the fully reclinned passenger seat, and waited … and waited…and waited. Eventually, I heard a car pull onto the gravel. Slowed. Stopped. Door opening. Door closing. Footsteps. This was it! My cock twitched in anticipation.The footsteps approahed my open window. Stopped. And there was silence. This was unnerving! Should I speak? Then a camera shutter clicked, clicked again, and again. I sensed that someone had leaned in the window. A camera shutter clicked right in front of me. Fingers grasped my nipple clamp chain – pulled hard. I gasped. The shutter clicked again. Then footsteps on the gravel, receding this time. Car door opens and shuts. Engine starts. Car drives away. Silence. What is going on? Should I have said something?I could only wait for events to overtake me. And I waited. After what seemed an eternity, another car arrived. This one parked close. Door slammed. Footsteps. My passenger door opens. “Open you rmouth wide.” I obeyed. Almost immediately legs straddled my body, and a cock plunged into my mouth, taking me unawares. “I was going to take you in the woods, but seeing you vulnerable like this, I need you now.” The unseen and unkown cock strated to fuck my face, hard, urgently. This wasn’t going to last long – and it didn’t. I felt his cock get even larger, then my mouth filled with his hot cum. I struggled to contain it, swallow it all, but failed. I choked. “Mmm – that was good! By the time I’ve led you deep into the woods, I’ll be ready to fuck you again. Sorry to have kept you waiting. I got a puncture.”What! Then who was taking all those photos?! Who then had observed that I waslate? Had they recognised me? Had they photographed the car’s number plates? Would they be posted on gay porn sites? My mind was in a whirl. I couldn’t ask my new master – my mouth was full of his cock, and I was still sucking his juices.Then he was gone – gone from my mouth and out of the car. The dog chain tightened, and as it did so it applied pressure to the nipple clamp chain, pulling hard on my nipples. “Get moving” came the voice. It seemed vaguely familiar – was it someone I already knew? I clambered out of the car as best I could – not easy from a lying position with your hands cuffed behined your back, but the strong pull on the dog chain and nipple clamps gave me a strong incentive. Once I was standing, another curt order – “spread your legs”. I felt cool hands on my cock and balls, and a rope was secured tightly around them. “OK, let’s go”, and there was a strong pull on the dog chain and rope. I struggled to stay upright in my heels, and tottered along behind him.We headed off into the Common. At this point the path was wide, and the going fairly easy. After a while we turned off the main path, and twigs whipped at my face, stocking legs, and exposed cock as we pushed deeper into the common. In all this time not a word was spoken, and I didn’t feel it was my place to speak first. At last, we stopped. “Nice and remote, we won’t be disturbed here. I have already got it ready for you.”Ropes were attached to each wrist, then the manacles released. As soon as they were off I felt my arms being pulled out wards and upwards, until they were stretched out tightly at 45 degrees. “Right, you’re not going to go anywhere now, so let’s see what we have to play with. illegal bahis siteleri A sudden wrench, and and my blouse was torn off in one go. Then hands fumbled at the waist of my skirt, and it fell to the ground. Now I was completely naked, except for blindfold, dog chain and ropes. But more was to come. ropes were attached to my ankle, and my legs were spread wide. “Now for some photos, but we need to see your slutty face. Open your mouth wide,” Reluctantly, I do so, and immediately a ball gag was strapped into place. I felt my blindfold being removed – now I would be able to see my captor. Did I know him already?I was to be disappointed – he was wearing a mask that covered his whole face. He was wearing jeans and a tee shirt, and seemed quite muscular. In his hand he had an expensive looking digital camera. He took a few general shots, then close-ups of my tortured nipples, my face, my shaved cock and balls, pulling hard on the ropes and chains they were attached to. “I wantyou to look nervous, frightened even. This might help” and he took out a wicked looking riding crop. I looked suitably frightened, but he didn’t seem to think that was enough. It was then I noticed the video camera, mounted on a tripod. The record light was glowing red. How long had that been recording, I wondered?Putting down his still camera, he moved round behind me. Several sharp blows on my ass got me looking really frightened, and more photos were taken. I was now distinctly nervous – where would these photos be seen? “That lovely white ass has got some lovely red stripes to decorate it. I’ve got some pics of it for the scrap book, and we’ll add some more stripes in a while – something for you to look forward to. Now it’s time to get acquainted. Your blindfold is going back on, and your gag is coming off. Do not speak until spoken to – IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?” I nodded. I was keen to lose the gag that was making my jaw ache.The blindfold was reapplied, and the gag removed. A water bottle was thrust into my mouth. “Here, you probably need a drink”. I drank, dribbling water everywhere – it’s not so easy when you can’t use your hands! Then, without warning, I felt him in front of me. Strong hands clasped the back of neck and my buttocks. He pressed his clothed body against me, and I could feel his hard cock agaimnst my stomach. Then a major surprise – he kissed me full on the lips, roughly thrusting his tongue into my mouth. I felt like a schoolgirl getting her first proper French kiss – dominated, invaded, excited, nevous. The hand behind my neck held my head captive, so his tongue could explore my mouth. The hand on my buttocks pushed my pelvis hard against his cock, which strained to get out and at me – and at the same time fingers slipped into the crease of my ass, one sliding inside me, lifting me onto tiptoe. One finger became two. The embrace lasted at least 30 seconds, and I’m ashamed to admit that, beneath my blindfold, I closed my eyes with lust, and returned his kiss. (Although, truth be told, I didn’t have a lot of choice in the matter.)Stepping back, he put two fingers into mouth. “Suck that, slut. We have just established without doubt that you are indeed a slut.” I sucked on his fingers, knowing they had just emerged from my ass. It was true, I was a slut. Was I ashamed? Or was I proud? Both, probably .”Don’t go away, I have a few things to prepare” he said.”Oh shit” I thought, “that doesn’t sound good!”. I heard pegs being hammered into the ground. I heard rustling of leaves. I heard the creaking of boughs. What did it all mean?”OK, finished. canlı bahis siteleri Now we can start the fun.” Again, a strong erect man crsued me to him, filling my mouth with hot tongue, the fingers entering my asshole, stretching me. This time, however, the man was naked. A pause, and then my blindfold was removed. My eyes fell upon a now naked man, an erect and large cock standing in front of him. He had again donned his full mask – who was he?! In front of me, a springy bough had been bent over, and tied to a stake in the ground. Beyond that, 2 stakes firmly in the ground, about 8 feet apart. My curiosity wasn’t long in being satisfied.My wrists were untied from either side of me, and I was made to lean forward, bending over the bough. My wrists were then reattached to the two stakes, so I was ass up, tied and spreadeagled at each end. More was to come – the rope holding the springy bough down was realeased, lifting my still stockinged and heeled feet off the ground. “That’s exactly the right position, Jenny. I hope it’s comfortable – you’re going to be in that position for a long time. Notice, for instance, that both your face and your ass are at exactly the right height for fucking, that your ass is in just the right position for whipping, and that your tits and your sissy cock and balls are accessible for abuse. This going to be a fun night. And for you, a long night.”Night? it was only 2.30 in the afternoon. The sun was beating down on my stretched and naked body.”So time for more pictures, and I’ve reset and restarted the video camera. Then it will be time for some seious ass whipping, then more pictures. I do like a well beaten ass.”So lots more photos – of my face – my tits still clamped – my cock and balls still tied with rope – my ass – my ass with the cheeks held open – my ass with a dildo inserted.Then the whipping. Because of the position I was in I could only gurgle, but the pain was intense. I could feel my ass glowing. He ran his fingers along the weals. He slipped1, 2, then 3 fingers into my ass. He insrted fingers from both hands, and stratched me as wide as he could. And all the while, photos, photos, and more photos, and all the while the video cameras ran.”Now I think it’s time to take your anal virginity. I have been looking forward to this for a long time. I just need to readjust the videos to film your face, and I have a hand held one to film yourass being fucked for the first time. This is going to look great on line!”Cool lubricant was slapped onto my ass, and worked in deep. He stood behind my hot and sore ass, and settled the head of his large cock against my anus. This was not to be a gentle deflowering. He thrust hard and deep, and the pain was intense, both at my anal ring and as he bottomed out out at the end of my colon. He didn’t pause, waiting for the pain to subside, but fucked me hard and furious, without stopping. The pain eased, and I began to enjoy it, meeting him thrust for thrust. He reached forward, grasping the nipple clamps and twisting them hard, As I screamed in pain he came heavily, filling my ass with his cum.A few minutes later he withdrew, cum dripping out of my still gaping ass, gave my ass a good hard slap with his hand, and said “Not bad, not bad at all. By the way, I ought to tell you, I’ve sold your ass, and the rest of you, on the Intenet. You should have an interesting evening ..and night. I’ll know how it goes because I have set up infra-red cameras in the trees. Meanwhile, I’ll take my leave. I’m going home for a shower then going out to a movie.I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning. Enjoy yourself, but don’t let me down. There’ll be trouble if I hear you haven’t performed well…..Goodnight Jenny, my little slut. You’re mine now, and I have the pictures to prove it.”…and he strode away, his footsteps getting fainter until they disappeared.

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