It's a winters day, I'm out on a long cycle in the remote Scottish
countryside, the roads are new to me and I've forgotten my map but I'll
just see where I end up. The day passes quickly and the miles roll by,
it's getting cold and I've not passed a village in a long time, I assume
the small country lane I'm on will take me somewhere but I'm
miscalculated and it's starting to get dark. I look at my watch and it's
4.30PM it will be pitch dark by 5. I get my phone out to see if it will
help with my location but I've forgotten to charge it up and it's
completely dead. I pedal on, wondering what to do. It's getting hard to
see, it's overcast and there isn't even any moonlight.
Suddenly I crash and I'm on the ground, I didn't notice the pothole in
the fading light. I am OK but I've damaged the front wheel and it's too
dark to see what's wrong.
Shit! What an I going to do? I look around and I can see a glimmer of a
light coming from a cottage on the other side of some woods. Surely
they'll take pity on me and help. I stumble on and I find a lane through
the woods that takes me to the cottage. It's a little run down but it's
got smoke coming from the chimney so it must be warm which is appealing,
as I'm starting to shiver with the cold. I knock on the door and a stern
looking woman opens the door.
"Yes can I help you?" she says in a soft accent.
" I hope so,” I say smiling, hopping from one foot to the other to keep
warm. "I've got lost and I was wondering if you knew someone where I could
stay the night?"
The lady pauses and replies, "It will cost you, but you could stay here"
My face sinks " I don't have any money with me,"
She closes the door, quickly I stick my foot in to stop it. "I'll do
anything, I'll do some chores to pay for may stay"
"Anything?", she says with a smile starting to appear across her face.
"Yes anything you want, I'm yours for the night", I say cheerily,
realising that I now have a warm roof over my head!
The door swings open and the woman smiles broadly, she don't look scary
any more in fact she looks lovely.
"You look a bit muddy, she says looking me up and down
"Yes I fell", I reply.
“Go into the bathroom and get a warm shower. Just leave your muddy
clothes on the floor I'll find something for you to wear.”
I get showered and dry myself. On the floor I see my cycling gear has
been removed and in it's place there is a pair of hold up stockings and
a short skirt. She's obviously joking I say to myself laughing. I wrap
the towel round me and open the door.
"Hello? " I call.
"In here," the reply comes from a closed door on my right. I open the
door and it's dark, just a few candles glowing in the corner.
"Very funny, I like your joke but have you something I can wear" I say
walking into the room. I can see my host sitting on a chair in the
middle of the room, there is a pause.
" You don't seem to understand.” she says with an evil grin.“You said
you were mine for the evening and I plan to make some money out of you."
With that she reaches up and slaps my face, which takes me completely by
surprise. I then feel my towel being roughly pulled from my waist. I
stumble and fall across her lap as she sits on the chair again.
SLAP! SLAP! I feel a sharp stinging across my arse. I am over her knee
and she is is giving me a hard spanking. My arse is on fire, I'm still
stunned and words don't come out my mouth correctly.
“Ahh! Stop! Ahhh” is all I can manage. There is a pause, and a small
lamp is turned on, I blink a few times and I seem to be in some sort of
dungeon, there are whips, ropes and belts hanging from the wall, there
is a stool with some metal hoops and various other pieces of equipment
around the room. I'm struggling to take it all in but I seem to be
getting very aroused, even though my arse is stinging, I shuffle on my
Mistress's lap trying to make room for my hardening cock but it simply
rubs against mistresses stockings making me more aroused.
She laughs, " you'll do as you are told! You are my slut to use as I
please, and I think you'll be a good little whore!"
With that she reaches between my legs and grabs my balls, squeezing them,
"Do you understand?"
I just nod, I just want her to stop.
"I think you need a bit more reminding.”
She pulls on a pair of long leather gloves, my cock responds immediately
at the slight of them. I still haven't seen my new "owner" properly but
I'm being taken over by her.
SLAP! Her firm leather clad had lands on my left cheek them my right. I
wriggle.
"Stay still, I've not even started on you yet!" she shouts.
I'm terrified and aroused at the same time. What will this woman do to
me and how can I earn her money. I don't think about it too hard as I'm
concentrating on my burning arse. Finally it ends. I see a long thick
tawse being lifted from the hanger on the wall. She rests it across my
arse. It feels cold and heavy, then she rubs it across my nose letting
me smell the thick leather.
She bends down and whispers in my ear,
"If you you don't do as I say, I'll use this on you!” she hisses. “Do
you understand you fucking little slut. Now get up and get dressed, I've
got things planned for you".
I get up, my arse stinging, and put on the stockings and skirt without
uttering a word. I actually like the feel of the material rubbing up
against my legs, it's making my cock throb even more. I can now see my
Mistress/owner. She looks fantastic and my cock is hurting it is so hard
at the thought of this woman using me. She is dressed in 5 inch pointed
heels, fishnet stockings and a leather corset with her fabulous large
boobs spilling over the top. I can't help but stare a few seconds too long.
"I thought I told you you are here for my pleasure not yours! Put your
hands on that chair and point your arse in the air", she
commands. I feel material getting pushed into my mouth "I don't want to
hear you cry like a girl", she laughs. I can taste a musty sweetness
from the lacy material. I then see her walk round the room looking
at different implements, finally she takes a riding crop and smiles.
I can feel my skirt being pulled up roughly, then a long pause
"Ahhh" a muffled cry comes from my mouth as she strikes it across my
already red bum, then again and again. "Sorry Miss. Sorry Miss" I cry as
the fourth stroke hits, two more land before she pulls my skirt down.
"Follow me" she orders.
I walk behind eyeing up her lovely bum. We enter her living
room where there is a computer set up in the corner, with a camera
pointing at a mat on floor. On the mat I can see an assortment of
floggers and sex toys, I can see a several dildos, butt plugs, and a
large strap on.
"Head up!" she commands.
I lift my head and mistress wraps a black scarf around my head covering
my eyes.
"My clients don't want you to see them", she says
"Clients?" I reply puzzled.
"Yes Clients, I have some clients who are paying to watch you.”
"Watch me do what miss?" I ask with a growing feeling of dread and
anticipation.
"What ever they want, she laughs, “As long as they pay me, I'll do what
ever they want to you, now kneel on the mat while I connect them in."
To be continued???
countryside, the roads are new to me and I've forgotten my map but I'll
just see where I end up. The day passes quickly and the miles roll by,
it's getting cold and I've not passed a village in a long time, I assume
the small country lane I'm on will take me somewhere but I'm
miscalculated and it's starting to get dark. I look at my watch and it's
4.30PM it will be pitch dark by 5. I get my phone out to see if it will
help with my location but I've forgotten to charge it up and it's
completely dead. I pedal on, wondering what to do. It's getting hard to
see, it's overcast and there isn't even any moonlight.
Suddenly I crash and I'm on the ground, I didn't notice the pothole in
the fading light. I am OK but I've damaged the front wheel and it's too
dark to see what's wrong.
Shit! What an I going to do? I look around and I can see a glimmer of a
light coming from a cottage on the other side of some woods. Surely
they'll take pity on me and help. I stumble on and I find a lane through
the woods that takes me to the cottage. It's a little run down but it's
got smoke coming from the chimney so it must be warm which is appealing,
as I'm starting to shiver with the cold. I knock on the door and a stern
looking woman opens the door.
"Yes can I help you?" she says in a soft accent.
" I hope so,” I say smiling, hopping from one foot to the other to keep
warm. "I've got lost and I was wondering if you knew someone where I could
stay the night?"
The lady pauses and replies, "It will cost you, but you could stay here"
My face sinks " I don't have any money with me,"
She closes the door, quickly I stick my foot in to stop it. "I'll do
anything, I'll do some chores to pay for may stay"
"Anything?", she says with a smile starting to appear across her face.
"Yes anything you want, I'm yours for the night", I say cheerily,
realising that I now have a warm roof over my head!
The door swings open and the woman smiles broadly, she don't look scary
any more in fact she looks lovely.
"You look a bit muddy, she says looking me up and down
"Yes I fell", I reply.
“Go into the bathroom and get a warm shower. Just leave your muddy
clothes on the floor I'll find something for you to wear.”
I get showered and dry myself. On the floor I see my cycling gear has
been removed and in it's place there is a pair of hold up stockings and
a short skirt. She's obviously joking I say to myself laughing. I wrap
the towel round me and open the door.
"Hello? " I call.
"In here," the reply comes from a closed door on my right. I open the
door and it's dark, just a few candles glowing in the corner.
"Very funny, I like your joke but have you something I can wear" I say
walking into the room. I can see my host sitting on a chair in the
middle of the room, there is a pause.
" You don't seem to understand.” she says with an evil grin.“You said
you were mine for the evening and I plan to make some money out of you."
With that she reaches up and slaps my face, which takes me completely by
surprise. I then feel my towel being roughly pulled from my waist. I
stumble and fall across her lap as she sits on the chair again.
SLAP! SLAP! I feel a sharp stinging across my arse. I am over her knee
and she is is giving me a hard spanking. My arse is on fire, I'm still
stunned and words don't come out my mouth correctly.
“Ahh! Stop! Ahhh” is all I can manage. There is a pause, and a small
lamp is turned on, I blink a few times and I seem to be in some sort of
dungeon, there are whips, ropes and belts hanging from the wall, there
is a stool with some metal hoops and various other pieces of equipment
around the room. I'm struggling to take it all in but I seem to be
getting very aroused, even though my arse is stinging, I shuffle on my
Mistress's lap trying to make room for my hardening cock but it simply
rubs against mistresses stockings making me more aroused.
She laughs, " you'll do as you are told! You are my slut to use as I
please, and I think you'll be a good little whore!"
With that she reaches between my legs and grabs my balls, squeezing them,
"Do you understand?"
I just nod, I just want her to stop.
"I think you need a bit more reminding.”
She pulls on a pair of long leather gloves, my cock responds immediately
at the slight of them. I still haven't seen my new "owner" properly but
I'm being taken over by her.
SLAP! Her firm leather clad had lands on my left cheek them my right. I
wriggle.
"Stay still, I've not even started on you yet!" she shouts.
I'm terrified and aroused at the same time. What will this woman do to
me and how can I earn her money. I don't think about it too hard as I'm
concentrating on my burning arse. Finally it ends. I see a long thick
tawse being lifted from the hanger on the wall. She rests it across my
arse. It feels cold and heavy, then she rubs it across my nose letting
me smell the thick leather.
She bends down and whispers in my ear,
"If you you don't do as I say, I'll use this on you!” she hisses. “Do
you understand you fucking little slut. Now get up and get dressed, I've
got things planned for you".
I get up, my arse stinging, and put on the stockings and skirt without
uttering a word. I actually like the feel of the material rubbing up
against my legs, it's making my cock throb even more. I can now see my
Mistress/owner. She looks fantastic and my cock is hurting it is so hard
at the thought of this woman using me. She is dressed in 5 inch pointed
heels, fishnet stockings and a leather corset with her fabulous large
boobs spilling over the top. I can't help but stare a few seconds too long.
"I thought I told you you are here for my pleasure not yours! Put your
hands on that chair and point your arse in the air", she
commands. I feel material getting pushed into my mouth "I don't want to
hear you cry like a girl", she laughs. I can taste a musty sweetness
from the lacy material. I then see her walk round the room looking
at different implements, finally she takes a riding crop and smiles.
I can feel my skirt being pulled up roughly, then a long pause
"Ahhh" a muffled cry comes from my mouth as she strikes it across my
already red bum, then again and again. "Sorry Miss. Sorry Miss" I cry as
the fourth stroke hits, two more land before she pulls my skirt down.
"Follow me" she orders.
I walk behind eyeing up her lovely bum. We enter her living
room where there is a computer set up in the corner, with a camera
pointing at a mat on floor. On the mat I can see an assortment of
floggers and sex toys, I can see a several dildos, butt plugs, and a
large strap on.
"Head up!" she commands.
I lift my head and mistress wraps a black scarf around my head covering
my eyes.
"My clients don't want you to see them", she says
"Clients?" I reply puzzled.
"Yes Clients, I have some clients who are paying to watch you.”
"Watch me do what miss?" I ask with a growing feeling of dread and
anticipation.
"What ever they want, she laughs, “As long as they pay me, I'll do what
ever they want to you, now kneel on the mat while I connect them in."
To be continued???