C.U.F.F.S.

C.U.F.F.S. { C onsensual, U ltimate acceptance, F uture F orced S lave }

By DJC

Chapter 5 A

You Bastard! How can I serve you next?

Bob was more than a little shocked not to find his wife still hanging where he had left her hours before. By the time he found her she had already gotten on line to tell that bastard Strict Master what she thought of him and his trick with Bob's salesman guy. Their chat was brief and instead of sounding the least bit remorseful Strict Master ordered her to send him a full report by the next day at the same time or else not to bother contacting him again.

Susan's only reply was "fuck you", then she quickly signed off. She couldn't believe the arrogance of this fucker. But even while she soaked her terribly battered sore body in the tub her demeanor was already beginning to change. She fought her own concession that it was the most intense night of arousal, multiple orgasms and excitement she had ever experienced. She'd been deceived and put into terrible risk besides the fact exposing this kinky side of herself to a scumbag like Larry Parker.

So why was she playing with herself instead of getting more angry with Strict Master? "Fuck him." She said out loud to herself. The pompous ass can sit by his computer and get himself some other stupid woman to play with. She had Bob. And Bob supported their games. She didn't need this guy.

Bob's drunk snoring had waken Sue for the second time. She laid there once again replaying her 7 hour ordeal while no longer pretending she hated it. Maybe, just maybe she'll write her master but she won't let him have such a free hand with her next time. Susan got up and wrote a 6 page report detailing her feelings, her fears, her reasons, her dislikes and her pleasures. Then as she proof read it, she realized, her pleasure list was 3 times the length of her dislikes. It was her candid reaction but it still angered her that some unknown bastard would snicker at her honesty.

Maybe, just maybe she'll let him have control over her next ordeal but she'll make her feelings be known first.

A day later, Susan got a reply from Strict Master. He told her there would be no concessions, no bargaining and no limitations or she can just sign off. And he told her in her next reply she better beg for forgiveness for acting like a bitch with her earlier attitude.

Susan was enraged but when she considered her options, she wrote back. She agreed to his next ordeal but in her mind she figured, maybe, just maybe she'll …… oh hell she wanted to feel the excitement she got from submitting to this unknown master.

After accepting her regrets, he made her answer many more personal questions ranging from her home phone number, address and where Bob worked to how many days vacation he had coming. Sue didn't feel comfortable giving out such information to a stranger but anytime she hesitated with a response he threatened to sign off and she replied instantly. Then finally he told her she would have another ordeal the following Saturday night and to tell Bob to expect instructions from him.

Trent sat back in his chair after signing off. He added all the information he'd accumulated on Susan Banks. Ever since he stumbled into this line of work, if you can call it that, he was very careful, very meticulous and took his time before striking.

He began developing and sending off Sue's husband's instructions for his wife's next task. He decided to make it simple and yet more perilous. It was more of a test for them to see how far they would take risks.

Saturday night finally arrived. Bob and Sue had another great week of sex. They both had fantasized and thought often about what was to come. Bob found himself horny as hell and his wife was willing and ready to fuck him anyway he wanted it as often as he wanted it.

"Damn Bob. I'm fucking dripping thinking about tonight. Can't you give me a little hint?" Sue cooed.

"You know Strict Master has sworn me to secrecy. Besides isn't it a hell of a lot wilder not knowing what you will endure?"

Sue asked Bob how she was suppose to dress for the night. He told her it really didn't matter considering she wouldn't be wearing it very long. Sue licked her lips in anticipation. "But you are to wear these." he told her showing her a brand new pair of heels. When Sue took the box she noticed they were far more than heels, the were pencil stilettos point heels with an added features. First they had tiny locks that once locked, the ankle straps and therefore the stilettos were secured on her. Secondly they had a feature not so unlike those in kid's sneakers. With each step a red LED lit up for a few seconds on the back of the shoes. But not just a simple flashing light like the gym shoes but rather small lettering that spelled out FUCK ME. Sue tried on the shoes and practiced walking in the incredibly high 6 inch heels. Sue was very unsteady as the ultra thin heel did little to balance her feet. She soon realize she had to essentially walk almost on tip toes and utilizing the heel as nothing more than a quick point to steady each step before taking the next. The arch of her foot and the strain on her calves would be a torture of their own. It was extremely difficult but not impossible to do. As she practiced, Sue made out the words as she passed in front of the mirror and noted they stayed on for about 5 seconds apiece. Basically in a normal stride they would be on all the time until she stopped and didn't move. In front of the mirror it didn't seem too long but once outside and possibly being seen by somebody it would be hell. "I hope I don't have to walk very far in these." She commented to Bob.

"Why you don't like the advertisement?"

"Well that, and look at these fuckers. I'm basically teetering in the balls of my feet and these pencil thin heels. These aren't designed for anything more than posing in." Sue sat down as the short trial already made her calves and feet hurt.

Bob laughed. "But they make your ass sway so seductively and think how your tits will giggle walking in them."

Sue's mind began to go crazy as she tried to imagine where and what she'd be doing in these ridicules heels and probably naked.

Since Bob told her it wouldn't matter what she wore, Sue simply put on a t-shirt and pair of shorts to go along with her FUCK ME heels. She had to laugh to herself. As if men didn't already get the idea about a woman in red pencil high heels as fuck me shoes. She figured they would be trolling for the dumber, slower members of the species when now days when you have it spelled out for them.

They drove to a popular teenage make out spot in a forest preserve some 15 miles from their home town. Neither Bob nor Sue were brought up in Summerville area so they honestly couldn't vouch for the tales about the preserves but if you believe half of everything you heard about it, on any given weekend night there were as many as 50 couples going at it sometime or somewhere throughout the woods. However that was about 5 years ago. As of late there had been many of both vagrants and illegal aliens who made the preserves their nightly hangout. Sue began to legitimately worry. Bob mentioned she wouldn't be wearing her clothes very long and she'd heard accounts of women joggers being hassled in this area. What could she expect?

Bob was told not to respond to any of her concerns or discussions about the situation. Strict Master and Bob both discussed not only the possibilities but probabilities of Sue's encounters. Bob figured, she'd already given blowjobs to more than a dozen strangers during earlier games, fucked another dozen while swinging and bar slutting. If or really when it happen tonight, Bob figured she'd be so horny by the time it came about that she'd probably be the one who ran down some homeless guy or whomever. Strict Master's chats with Bob pretty much gave him solace that there are pretty much flat out horny slutty women in this world and his wife was one of them. At least this way he provided and somewhat controlled her fulfillment for her lust and enjoy the benefits like this week's wild fuckings. The alternative for a wanton woman like his wife was that she'd find it on her own. Bob wasn't totally convinced about everything Strict Master told him but he knew from the beginning being married to such a hot and much younger woman would have it's problems but the benefits outweighed the problems.

As for Sue, she did have wild cravings but not uncontrolled like Strict Master told Bob. If anything, she was intimidated by a lot of this but felt she was doing it for her husband. She couldn't believe how easily he allowed, even encouraged strangers to use and even abuse her. It was more than a bit unsettling how far he pushed the boundary of the games that initially were planned to be perilous but limited to cunt wrenching and her wantonly vulnerable to just about anyone who wanted such a slut. Still she had never seen him so horny and wild than when the restarted these games.

Bob took out a small bag from the back seat as they got out in the forest preserve's parking lot. In the dark the FUCK ME lettering was bright and clear. It made her shiver all the more. Bob guided her down the path. She couldn't walk very fast in the precarious heels and the path wasn't all that level. "Dang, Bob, how much further. These fucken stilettos aren't hiking boots, you know."

"Hey just doing what I was told by your," he stressed the word your, "master's orders." He pulled out a piece of paper. "Says there's a covered lookout point about a half mile down here. That is where the fun begins."

"A half mile." She barked. "Feels like I already walked 3 miles."

Sue felt her heart beginning to pound. It was very dark and scary along the path. "Bob." She whispered not wanting to draw more attention to them than the FUCK ME signs already might be doing. "How the hell does some guy who's suppose to live a couple of thousand miles away know anything about this park?"

Bob stopped and looked worried then smiled. "The internet. They list all state and county parks and even have maps of their setups. Some of the questions he asked me early on was what parks were around here. He must have looked it up." They continued to walk with their slow steady pace. The further they went the harder Bob's dick was getting knowing his wife would be walking back alone, naked and cuffed. What he didn't know was anything else this Strict Master guy had planned for her because he followed his wishes for him not to read the last note he sent until they arrived at the lookout pint and Susan was restrained.

"Shish!" Susan stopped. "Did you hear something?" she whispered? Bob listened and then said it was probably an animal. "What kind of animals are out here?" she asked.

"You know, mostly squirrels, rabbits and big bad wolves." He cracked. "Pussy eating wolves with big cocks for horny sluts."

They stood silent for a little longer before walking again. Then Sue put out her arm and stopped him again. "That was a voice."

"Could be sweetie. Some teens still use this area to get a piece of ass and I've heard it's a bums paradise during the summer."

"Bob, lets forget this, ok?" she said. "You and I both know I enjoy danger but this is creepy."

It was the first time Bob showed frustration for his wife's cowering After all he went through and bought everything Strict Master told him to buy. He gave up a trip to Boston that was fairly important to the office and he was horny. "It's up to you baby. It's all about you but I can tell you if you tell your online master you chicken out I doubt he'll want to work with you any longer." She saw how disappointed he looked at her. After all this whole thing was her cravings. "Look there's the lookout shack."

Susan was visibly panting as she looked toward the shed and back out into the dark wooded area. "No, I want this." She whispered. After all what can happen that I haven't experienced before?

Bob asked her a couple of times if she was really sure. Yes he would be a little upset but couldn't begin to imagine how she felt as the victim of this game. "Ya, I'm sure. I'm so fucken wet between my legs that I have to admit it's the danger that's an aphrodisiac for me." They walked the last 20 yards to the shed. Both looked out from the point. It was a great view but only one of them could really appreciate it considering why they truly were there.

"Ok, you ready?" he said facing his sexy young wife. "Sue. Susan are you sure you want to go through with this. I mean I know some of what is to come but I don't even know everything and I don't want you doing anything that…. "

Sue shut him up with a kiss. "I honestly hate to say this, honey but I not only want to do this but have to. I've been so horny all week thinking about all of this and if I chicken out now it would ruin anything in the future. I like the idea of feeling I can't refuse. It makes me so fucken horny to be submissive."

Bob pretended to look shocked. He kissed her and romantically whispered, "Strip Suzie slut."

This was it. The countdown to the blast off. Sue knew if she hesitated Bob might not completely follow the planned out orders Strict Master had sent him and she wanted, or thought she wanted, was pretty sure she wanted whatever was planned for her. She pulled off the t-shirt. Her bountiful tits sprang out playfully. Sue felt her nipples harden even more in the cool night air. She winked at her husband in a fake show of confidence as she wiggled out of the shorts she wore. The she didn't bother with underwear therefore she was left with the locked on heels, even though inwardly she was apprehensive. Sue forced herself to stand erect and proud without instinctively covering herself in the openness. Bob took out a pair of handcuffs and locked them on her wrists surprisingly in front of her. Next out of the bag he took a wide leather collar. Her placed the collar on her neck and told her to raise her hands and place them behind her neck. The lock behind her neck not only locked the collar but now trapped her cuffed wrists up and behind her head. Sue realized immediately how this impelled her to thrust her tits outward almost as if she was flaunting them and tempting anyone to touch them. Bob could not help but cup one of her tits and suck the nipple. Susan gasped with wanton desire and was about to beg him to fuck her before they began when suddenly they both heard voices as well as approaching footsteps.

"Bob." She whispered in a panic. Her husband helped her couch down as he moved her out of the shelter and behind some thick brush to the left of the lookout point. Without warning he crawled back into the open side of the hut and retrieved the bag of toys and instruction envelopes he'd been carrying. He just made it back when they spotted 4 teenage guys carrying what looked like a 12 pack of beer. Bob helped Susan move deeper into the brush cover when it became evident they were heading for the shack they had just escaped from. "Honey my clothes." Susan whispered. Bob poked his head up. There would be no way of getting back to the shelter again without being seen. Susan's clothes were in the corner of the bench. Maybe they wouldn't notice them.

"Unlock my wrists so I can move better." She asked in a much quieter hushed tone.

Bob noticed being naked with her wrists locked behind her neck, the bushes that surrounded them were hiding them well but the branches and sharp were also stabbing at her tits, thighs and ass. There was nothing he could do for her. The teens were approaching the lookout shelter and trying to open the paper bag would make too much noise. Bob just shook his head. They both held their breath and tried not to move.

"What the fuck, man. What are we doing here. You know we'll get caught drinking out in the open here."

"Just be cool. The preserve is still closed for repairs, ok. There aren't any rangers around to fuck things up. That's why those fucken bums back down the path laid out so close to the path. They know no ones suppose to be here."

"Hey look at this, some bitch's shorts and top. Bet she got fucked here." The kid said twirling the yellow shorts around.

"Give me another beer will ya. And forget the shorts. If there was a bitch in them now, we'd all want to shove out dicks up her ass but I'm not into sniffing women's clothing."

The guy with the clothing brought the crotch of the shorts to his nose. "Hey I think these have just been left here. I can smell the bitch's cunt."

The other guy who asked for the beer grabbed the shorts and top out of his buddy's hand and threw them over the edge of the lookout bluff. "Beer, now." He shouted. The others laughed. An empty can landed just behind were Bob was hiding. They both thought for a second they'd been seen. Susan, kneeling helplessly naked with her chest prominently presented was panting softly but the rise and fall of her chest in such a precarious situation was turning her husband on so much that he began to stroke his cock though his pants. As for Susan she felt the same sexual tingle she tried to deny the night Bob's salesman associate found her spread eagle and abused her so awesomely.

"Come on, guys. Lets get out of here. I know a spot along the lagoon that is perfect where we can finish off the beer and light up some of this shit without any worries."

The guy who threw the t-shirt and shorts over the side asked, "Don't you want to climb down there and get your cunt sniff rag, George?"

"Fuck you but if they find a cunt's body somewhere with your DNA on her clothes, it would serve you right."

"Get the fuck going. You've been watching too much CSI."

This was too much for Bob. He began to cum in his pants as the guys walked down the path away from the lookout shack. "That was fucken fantastic." he groaned as he shooting his load. Sue looked at him in frustration. She really wanted him to fuck her but he already came. "Now I kind of understand why this is so exciting to you." He told her as he stood up.

"Oh sure. You're there jerking yourself off while I'm butt ass naked with my wrists cuffed and tits out."

"Hey we each got our roles, honey."

Bob helped Sue out from behind the bushes with only a few added scratches and pricks to her tits and legs. "I think we better wait a little while so you don't happen to stumble on those guys down the way."

"What do you mean down the way." She asked.

"Opps, almost gave away the next stage."

"Bob, if we're going to wait around before starting, can you unlock my wrists? My arms are getting tired up like this." Bob's mischievous grin kind of told her the answer. He told her he liked her like that and she would remain so since as far as he was concern the ordeal began once her wrists were locked. Sue sat down on the bench. She was surprised how easily she was submitting to this insanity even though they nearly got caught.

"Good news, honey."

"What?"

Bob was leaning over the low wall facing out over the bluff. "You won't have to worry about washing those shorts and top. They're stuck hanging from a tree down there. You didn't happen to bring a change of clothes with you to ride home in did you?

"Listen, if I go through this, you'll give me your shirt to wear. It's the least you can do since you won't unlock my wrists."

Bob and Sue sat there for about 10 minutes to make sure it would be somewhat safe to begin. Sue's nipples were stiff and aching from their exposure and the cool night air. Bob loved it. "I think it's time, don't you?"

Even more so than before Sue was nervous about what she knew she wanted to do. "You realize Bob, there is a good chance if I'm spotted, I might be raped."

Bob played the supportive liberal sexual partner but he hid most of his true feelings about his wife's appetite for this type of risky stimulation. He admitted to himself a while back that he loved seeing his young ravishing wife helplessly bound. Her body was created to be flaunted and tormented but he had never really told her how he felt about her performing sexual acts with other men. Oh it was a turn on and it made him horny like it would for most men but this was his wife and to see her experience an orgasm, receive heighten sexual pleasure and have another man inside her bothered Bob a lot. But he felt for her sake he could deal with it and even acted as if he was oblivious to this aspect of the games.

"Nonsense." He smacked her on her ass. "Restrained like that, flaunting your tits, flashing your fuck me signs and the rest of your master's accessories, it would never be considered rape. You'd just be seen as a wanton slut getting what she wants."

Sue began feeling the trickle of her juices once again escape her aroused turgid pussy. If her husband would have said something like he just said at any other time she would have slapped him as hard as she could but she couldn't because her wrists were secured behind her neck and she was naked and restrained because she asked for this and wanted it more than ever now. In all honesty she didn't want to be raped or have any kind of sex with strangers again. She really didn't even want to be seen like this by anyone other than her husband. It would have be enough if she could get through the night almost, just almost being caught, like they just experience in the bushes. It would be enough for her. It was the titillation of both danger and vulnerability that turn her on so much but to feel the thrill she was getting, it had to be real. The danger and risk had to be genuine.

Sue wished there was a way to set limits to how far the games would go. But she knew they were way past the limits she was think of. If only her husband didn't enjoy hearing about how some guy came in her mouth, treated her like shit or fucked her hard and called her a slut. Sue realized way back when they first started she should have set limits to how far she was willing to go with others. She just wanted to flirt and even tease to the point of being groped, maybe. But their very first try she was forced to suck all the men in the bar and she was surprised when Bob enjoyed this so much. Yes the thrill set her off a lot but in spite the inevitable climaxes she experienced when being fucked by another man, it made her feel very dirty. No it made her feel like she really was a slut. Suzie Slut as Bob called her. Yet she was resolved to endure the humiliation and depravity of the game for her husband.

True communication between a man and his wife is one of the most lacking aspect in today's marriages. Assuming the other's feelings can be the number one reason for choosing the wrong road to go down in a relationship. Strict Master, Trent Williams totally understood this aspect of Sue and Bob's relationship and made sure they didn't. While writing Susan, he often told her as a submissive you should suffer silently for your lover. To Bob, he reassured him that what he was doing for his wife was the ultimate sacrifice of love. He often reminded him of his wife's longings. Trent knew when to pull the string on his puppets and get them to do what he wanted.

"What do you mean other accessories?" she asked.

"Well lets see what your master had me buy for you." Bob open the bag and took out a box. When he opened it, there were two silver balls. "You've heard of Ben-wah balls haven't you?" Sue had heard of them but wasn't sure what it was other than some sore of a sexual aid. Bob knelt down before her. "I'm going to insert these in your dripping cunt. You'll have to clench your muscles a bit to hold them in your well lubes cunt." He parted her lips and Sue let out a low moan from his touch there. The first ball popped in and she let out a gasp. "One and…… two. There you go." As the balls touched she instantly remembered what she heard about the Ben-wah balls. It was going to be torturous having that kind of stimulation without relief. "How does that feel?" he asked. Sue told him like she needed a cock soon. "Be careful what you wish for there are probably a lot of cocks out there and you can't fend them off." Sue let out another moan as he played both physically and mentally with her now.

Next Bob took out a rather strange item. It had straps that looked like they were attached to a ring. Bob told her to open her mouth. Sue obeyed but didn't like this idea. In a few moments it was buckled on and her mouth was forced to remain wide open. "Ok, I'm suppose to open the envelope I put instruction #1 in." Bob ripped it open and took out a print out he was told not to read until now. "I'll just read it. Ok, if Bob if you have followed all my directions up to now and Susan is a true submissive slut, she should be kneeling naked." Bob stopped and pointed to the ground. It was stupid but Sue obliged and knelt down before him before Bob went back to reading the paper. "with her tits begging to be sucked or whipped, it really doesn't matter with a slut. Her cunt vibrating with every move and her mouth in the customary, if the other holes are being fucked stick your cock in here, position. There is just the three remaining items to place upon her slutty body but finish reading this so both of you know your assignments. You have walked approximately a half mile but this is just the start. Bob you will leave the slut alone to think about what she will have to do and what can easily be done to her. I'll beg your slut wife has a puddle from her slut cunt right now." Bob looked down between Sue's legs. She did have a puddle but her cunt was glistening with wetness for sure. He continued to read, "You will take envelope #2 and go approximately another ¼ mile down the path. The map says there are restrooms there. Place the envelope somewhere where she'll have to work to get it and return to your slut of a wife. Once you get back tell her were she can find the envelope. It has the key to the lock securing your wrists up behind your neck. With her hands just handcuffed in front of her, it will be easier to make it all the way back to where you parked the car and your ragging hard on, I'm sure. Oh, before I forget. Bob when you do return and tell her where the envelope is, add the three remaining items to her so she'll have extra fun. Then go back to your car and drive to the nearest bar and have a beer so you are not tempted to double back and help her in anyway. Once at the bar open envelope #3 and read it. Enjoy both of you." Signed Strict Master.

Bob looked at his inviting kneeling wife. "What do you think?" he asked, to assure himself for the 10 ^th time that she really wanted this.

"I wish you didn't jerk yourself off so I could be fucked before I take off." She wanted to say but all that came out of her forced opened mouth was garble.

While Bob was gone to place the envelope, she really began to feel herself panic. This was nuts allowing herself to be so vulnerable and helpless. At least when she was tied in their yard she had some security that Bob was somewhere nearby. This ordeal was geared to almost guaranteed to be trouble. She began to pace but the balls within her immediately started their maddening vibrations. How was she ever going to be able to walk ¼ mile with these damn things doing this to her pussy. She made a mental note that once she got retrieved the key and could bring her hands down from behind her head, she was taking the sexual tortuous balls out of her. She wouldn't be able to deal with any additional stimulation's than she was experiencing just from being out there like she was.

Bob was somewhat out of breath when he returned. "The envelope your master sent me with the key to your limited freedom is sitting on the ground right under a light by the outhouse. I know he said make it difficult but I figured just being out in the open under a light like that was enough. Don't You?" Sue would have given him a kiss to show him she agreed but she couldn't with the damn ring gag locked in her mouth. "Besides you'll have this other stuff to contend with." Bob pulled out the 4 items from the bag. The first was the envelope with the note he was suppose to read at the bar. He placed it in his jacket pocket. He told her he figured, her walk down the hill the additional quarter of a mile, retrieving the key to unlock her wrists from behind her head and the return walk, now three quarters of a mile back to the parking lot would take her maybe an hour and a half to maybe even two hours to accomplish. He knew she would have difficulty walking in the stiletto heels not to mention the hindrance her forced flaunting of her body. Then of course, being a naked utterly vulnerable woman probably would mean she wouldn't just be strutting her stuff down the path. She might have to dash into the bushes to hide or at the least stop to listen if there was someone out there, like the Big Bad Wolf.

"Strict Master is diabolical you know." He said holding up the three remaining items. "These might hurt a little." Sue flinched as the clips she hated so much in the back yard were once again biting her nipples. She let out a gurgling moan. What she didn't notice was the two 6 inch plastic strips dangling from each of the nasty clips. Bob took the last item. It was one of those florescent green glowing necklaces kids buy at carnivals or fairs. Bob snapped the cord and attached it around her neck. It slowly began to brighten up. Then Bob flicked each of the strips hanging from her nipple clamps with his fingers. They too slowly began to glow. Bob kissed her and wished her good luck and left before he considered calling the whole thing off. He began to trot so as to disappear as quickly as possible.

Susan screamed his name but without the ability to even flex her mouth a little it just came out like, "Ouhhh. Ouhhh!"

How in the hell was she suppose to be able to sneak down to get the key when she looked like a FUCK ME Christmas tree?

Sue looked down. The damn lighted strips and necklace would not only be seen for some distance but it made it even easier for her nakedness to be seen. The only thing it did for her advantage was give off enough light so she could see the ground and the path better than simply in the dark. What the hell am I going to do now? she thought to herself. She can't just walk back to the parking area lit up and with her wrists locked behind her neck like they were. Even if she could manage the half mile walk so restrained, Bob would have left for the bar as instructed and where would she be but out in the open waiting for in like a slutty neon sign.

Her best bet was to get down to the envelope with the key. If she could make it without being caught, at least once she unlocked the handcuff link from her collar, she could use her hands to take the torturous clips and lights off her nipples and pull the lighted ring off her neck as well as remove the balls in her cunt.

Sue began to slowly walk. The vibrations started within her pussy. She'd forgotten about the Ben-wah balls. Her master was diabolical indeed. She was now forced to make herself endure it all.

*** TO BE CONTINUED ****

C.U.F.F.S. { C onsensual, U ltimate acceptance, F uture F orced S lave }

By DJC

Chapter 5 B

You Bastard, How can I serve you next 2

Susan hadn't gone 50 yards down the path before the combination of the extreme arousal from her exposure, vulnerability, and bondage along with the painful strain on her calves and arched feet from teetering in the stiletto heels, the torture the clips were delivering to her nipples, and of course the constant excitement the vibration of the balls within her were giving her body. It all became too much for her cunt to handle. She had to cum and she had to cum now.

Sue maneuvered to the side of the path and found a young sapling she felt she could rub herself up against. Straddling her thighs around the young tree, she pushed forward , bending the 2 ½ inch trunk forward until it's resistance pushed up against her wet spread cunt in just the right place. Without the slightest thought about anything but to satisfy her needs, she humped the bent rough trunk uncontrollably.

Four feet off a public pathway, the wife of a respective manager, naked and completely exposed had three consecutive climaxes. One upon another they came. The dangling glow strips bouncing wildly as if saying look here, look here.

Susan was panting. Her body dripped sweat. Her forced open mouth allowed drool down her cheeks and over her breasts. If the climaxes weren't as great as they were, she would have felt much more depraved as she back off the small sapling. How in hell would she ever be able to go all the way down to the restrooms were the key to the lock holding her wrists to her collar was placed? She felt it was too much and too far but the plan left her with no alternatives but to continue and to endure.

With each step she felt the overwhelming sensation of just how vulnerable she was. A woman alone in a supposedly closed park was bad enough. A woman alone and naked was insane. A woman alone, naked and utterly secured in a way that didn't just offer her body, her mouth and fuck holes for use but invited abuse. Susan sighed as she wobbly took another step. She allowed herself to freely get into this and obviously her husband was all for it too. He left her like this knowing the additions of the glow strips and necklace and flashing FUCK ME heels would surely attract anyone around.

Damn her feet and calves were hurting in the heels. Her arms ached from being held up high in such an awkward position for so lone of time. Indeed they were discomforting but in reality not all that bad. If anything she was trying to fool herself by focusing on the discomforts and desperately trying to ignore another building climax. She tried to move along quicker. The sooner she could unlock her wrists from behind her neck the sooner she could remove the biting clips and frustrating shuddering balls within her.

Attempting to walk too aggressively in the towering heels was a mistake. She began to stumble. Sue first staggered forward, she held herself up for another three wobbly steps before she lost it. She fell face first. Actually tits first the way she was secured. The fall made the metal clips tear at her nipples. She cried out in pain as they stabbed her breasts. She waited to catch her breath before trying to move. But when she finally began to inch forward to get up, she felt all the tiny stones poking not only into her breasts but her whole body. She couldn't believe it but she felt her pussy inadvertently clinching the balls which finally sent her over the top again. As her climax built Susan was aware she was now deliberately inducing additional tortures to herself to heighten the shuddering between her legs. Grunting once again through yet another climax she ground her tits and cunt upon the biting stones. For a full 3 minutes she bucked out the magnificent orgasm.

Once back on her feet she reflected at how bizarre she and her body was reacting to all this. She wondered if anybody was as depraved as she felt she was right now.

Sue started once more down the path but with shorter and more careful steps.

Between stopping to fulfill her uncontrolled needs and pausing to listen for sounds of the night. It took her 45 minutes to reach the clearing where the parks restrooms were located. Stepping out into the clearing gave her an even stronger sense of insecurity but once she approached the well lit area of the building it raised her exposure awareness to a completely different level.

Susan carefully quickened her pace. Her tits bouncing wildly. Her hot cunt dripping from previous cums. But she made it alongside the building and in a few minutes spotted the envelope left by her husband in front of one of the washroom doors. Immediately she determined how difficult it was going to be to pick it up the way she was bound. Susan carefully tried to judged the distance she would need before she carefully squatted and then flopped down on her bare ass. With one more glance over her shoulder she laid back. Sue judged it perfectly as her cuffed hands found the envelope. She struggled to rip open the envelope to finally get at the key.

She excitedly worked the key around until she got it in the lock's hole but before she could maneuver her fingers around to unlock it, she heard the laughter and unmistakable voices of the teens they had run into earlier. Not wanting to lose the key nor waste anytime struggling with the lock, she forced herself up and peered around the building. Sure enough, the four teens were approaching the building from the opposite side she was standing.

"Fuck you, I'm just going to stop at the washroom, man. You got a problem with that.?"

"Hey fuck head, there's a whole fucken forest with trees. Piss like a bear."

"I got to take a shit ok?"

"More information than I wanted to know."

Susan looked up. She was in front of the men's door. Immediately she began to back way from the corner where they would be coming. The damn glow sticks and necklace seemed brighter than ever on her. She listened and finally moved around the building as they came about the opposite corner. Carefully and as quietly as she could, she made her way into the doorway of the women's restroom on the opposite side of the building. Thank goodness, she thought, she didn't have those bells from the back yard on her nipples.

"Damn it's locked. Let me check the women's restroom."

Susan nearly peed right there. She had to move immediately and had to guess which way around the building they would come. If she was wrong she would run right into them. She immediately guessed they wouldn't go the long way around. Susan barely made it around the corner before they came around. It was becoming difficult for her to breath as she began to panic.

"It's fucken locked too. Come on. I want to get some more shit to smoke. If you want to shit you can do it behind a tree and use some Kleenex I got in my car."

Susan couldn't believe it. They were leaving. She watched them heading up the path she just came from. She was lucky once more that they never saw her eerie glowing body. She began trying to work the key in the lock to finally free her wrists from the neck collar.

- -

Meanwhile in a bar some 3 miles from the forest preserve entrance, Bob had finished his second beer and decided he wasted enough time so he opened the last envelope with his final set of instructions.

Bob,

Well if Susan and you have followed all my instructions to the letter then you know your willing slut wife is out in the dark woods, naked, cuffed and gagged so helplessly that she couldn't fend off a 5 year old. But I doubt she's worried about some five year old's dick. She has a lot more things to contend with.

Let me say this Bob, Susan has written often at how get you have been regarding fulfilling her kinky needs along these lines. You should be proud of yourself and in the confidence of your guys love for each other. (Trent Williams went on of 6 paragraphs lying about how Susan confided in him that she was afraid Bob would question her need to submit to most anyone in these kinds of situations.)

So Bob if everything was done right, there are still 3 of those fantastic surprises Slutty Susan enjoys so much still left.

First of all, the envelope with the key you placed further down the path. Well that key is worthless. I filed down one of the points so if slutty thought finding the key would lessen her predicament, she's wrong. As a matter of fact her predicament is much worse. She's at least ¾ of a mile from the parking lot where you dropped her off that is if she isn't already some transients or teenager's fuck or whipping toy or both. All she has to do is walk back. Opps, surprise number 2. With the closure of the park during repairs, the locals have reported a dramatic decrease in transients sleeping out on the streets. Here's the quote from the local paper. "An estimated 70 to 80 homeless or illegal aliens have called the forest preserves home during its renovations. Although the town council aren't officially condoning the use of the park for such living activities, off the record they are pleased it has temporarily reduced the problems in town."

Hum what do you think Bob? I wonder just how horny some of these guys are? Does Susan know the Spanish word for spread-em?"

Oh before you take off to try and help save her. Surprise #3. They lock the gate to the road leading to the parking area where you dropped her off. Figure on hiking that half mile from the entrance.

Hey think of all the enjoyment and thrills she's getting. Have her report when ever she feels up to it.

Strict Master

Bob Jumped up from the bar stool. He checked his watch. His wife had been out there alone now for almost 2 hours and even if he hustled, she'd be there at least another ½ hour alone and that was if he could find her.

- -

Once the 4 teens sounded that they were well up the path, Susan began to struggle with the lock and key once more. Something was wrong. It was in there ok but wouldn't turn. She fingered it carefully and turned the key around thinking it had to go in one particular way. That didn't work. "Fuck!" she whispered. She tried several more time before conceding defeat. She would just have to return to the parking lot to meet Bob like she was.

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