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Notes: Following is the first installment of a work I am tinkering with
called "Leslie's Journal". It's sort of a running diary of sexual
adventures/encounters for the main character, Leslie. Leslie is a
divored woman, who through almost accidental means discovers her inner
needs. 

This is a collaborative effort with my husband and future entries will
depend on time and whether or not this is received well. Some events are
from our real life experiences (with appropriate adjustments for
readability. Others are truly fictional whimsey, as is Leslie. As always
comments, ideas, spears and arrows are welcome. Hope you enjoy ....

Maiden Mist

   

Leslie's Journal - First Entry
------------------------------

I am Leslie. I am writing this journal at the direction of my
lover/master. He thinks it will be fun to share this with some of his
friends. I will make occasional entries as he directs me.

Friday
------

I was just getting up on Friday morning when he called. He, being my
lover/master. "Today is a casual day at work isn't it, where you don't
have to wear business clothes ?" he asked. I replied to him that is was.
"Good, it is time for you to move to the next level of submission. I
wish for you to dress for me today. I will be watching you until we meet
later." He proceeded to detail for me what he wanted. 

I should mention here that I have been a willing slave to my master for
a while now. We met after I had suffered through a bad marriage and ugly
divorce. He did a good job of bringing me back to life after I thought
life and love was worthless. He is very understanding and is really
actually kind and gentle. Quite by accident we discovered during the
development of our relationship that I had a hidden desire to be
subservient, or at least feel "helpless" during sexual relations.
Probably part of my earlier Catholic "sex is dirty and bad" upbringing.
It also became apparent that he had a kinky side which enjoyed taking
advantage of this. But, I'll journal more of that later.

Anyway, I proceeded to dress as instructed and prepare for my work day.
I was wearing a denim skirt which fit snugly to my bottom and legs. Its
length went down about two-thirds of the way to my knees. Short, but not
so short it wouldn't work in an office environment. I also had on a silk
blouse, deep blue in color. Underneath I wore a black lace bra and
panties. They were delicate with a small design/pattern which hid
nothing from view. I topped this off with a black lace garter belt, a
pair of taupe colored stockings, and black high heels. Examining myself
in the mirror I though, "Not bad for a 35 year old divorcee ..." I guess
I had better describe myself a little here for you. I am 35 years old,
5'6" tall, 115 pounds, blue eyes, and long brown curly hair. I work out,
so that my 34c-29-33 figure stays firm and lean. I did happen to notice
that the skirt barely reached the bottom of the opaque tops of my
stockings. When I bent over, the skirt slid up to reveal the upper
portion of my stockings as well as the garter belt fasteners, something
I would have to remember at work. After making sure I was ready as told,
I took off for the office.

Things started of normally enough at work, although I did get a few
second looks based on my attire. Folks were not used to me dressing in
anything other than your basic conservative business clothing. Just
before a 10:00 a.m. meeting the phone rang. It was him. "I have some
directions for you. Are you willing to follow them." I replied that I
could not leave work at the moment if that was what he had in mind. "No,
these are directions for while you are at work this morning. Will you
accept them or not?" I replied with a meek "yes". "First, undo the
buttons on your blouse until you get to the one right at bra level. One
you do this, do not touch the area again, let your blouse do as it
pleases. If it opens to reveal anything during you meeting, let." "But I
.." I started to reply and was quickly Stopped. "NO buts ... Do it." He
said good bye and hung up. So, I did as instructed and went off to my
meeting.

The meeting was  a technical review of an ongoing project. it went well
for the most part. But there were some sticking points and
disagreements. At one point I found myself defending some procedures and
techniques. The discussion got heated and I ended up leaning over the
conference table arguing with my manager. I was beginning the think I
had won my point, as my boss started to smile somewhat and appeared to
be listening to me. It was then that I realized that he was gazing down
my unbuttoned blouse directly at my lace covered breasts. I nearly
fainted from embarrassment and my hands started instinctively towards
covering  myself. However, I remembered what I was told and stopped them
before they moved much and placed them down towards my sides, trying to
continue my comments. At this point, as my hands went down by my sides,
I discovered that while leaning up over the table my skirt had risen,
and my supposedly controlled hands were startled by the touch of my
garter belt snaps. It was then that I noticed that the colleague seated
next to me was admiring my thighs over the tops of my stockings. I could
feel his eyes as he was undressing me in his imagination. A quiver and
shock dizziness went through me and I barely kept my outward composure.
I managed to finish my argument and then sat down, looking as cool as
possible. After the meeting I went back to my office and collapsed in my
chair. I have made a point at work of being as professional as possible,
and always dressing in a conservative manner. So far this morning, I had
managed to lose a fair piece of that image in just one meeting. I
breathed deep for a while and regained my composure while getting my
mind back to work. It was then that I spotted the envelope on top of my
work papers. 

It was hand addressed to me. The distinctive flourish of the "L" in my
name led me to quickly know is was from him. After a quick glance around
to see if anyone was passing by I opened it and read:

	Leslie, If I remember correctly, you have a lunch meeting with your
manager 
	and a client. Before the meeting, remove your lace panties. Leave them
in 
	your desk drawer. During lunch you must do something to cause at least
one
	of them to discover your lack of underwear, thus revealing yourself for
view.        I
	WILL be watching, so don't fail me. I will have further directions for
you later.

I swallowed hard. A wave of fear washed over me. But, at the same time I
started to get a tingling sensation running through me. This was ruining
my image at work, but at the same time I wanted to please my master. I
got little work done contemplating how I would manage his orders and not
completely make myself look like an idiot. When I looked up at the clock
it was five minutes before noon. Time to go. I closed my office door and
then taking a deep breath reached up under my skirt and pulled my
panties off. As I as placing them in my desk I noticed that they were
damp with the musky odor of my own juices. While scared about all this,
I was also getting a little excited by this. I opened the door and
proceeded to my manager's office.

The lunch meeting went well from a business standpoint. Although, I was
having trouble figuring out how to manage my master's demand. All the
time my heart was pounding inside as I tried to figure out how to reveal
myself to one or the other of my two companions without making a large
disturbance. Then is happened, actually almost by accident. During the
dessert and coffee portion of lunch I was getting more nervous and my
slightly shaking hands caused my spoon to drop onto the floor. Our
client, being a well mannered person quickly bend over to pick it up for
me. Realizing my chance, I held my breath and moved myself around in my
seat, facing him, while at the same time uncrossing my legs. When he
started to come back up with my spoon, he was afforded a complete view
up between my legs, past my garter belt attached stockings to my neatly
trimmed and now revealed feminine realms. I noticed he stopped for a
moment looking directly into the promised land. He then continued back
up with my spoon, thumping his head on the table  as he rose to return
it to me. My head was spinning and my heart pounding like a hammer. But
I had managed it, just as commanded. Feeling a need to recover, I
excused myself and went to the bathroom. I sat in a stall for a few
moments calming sown. As I went to clean up after peeing I noticed that
my vagina was nearly sopping in my own juices. I quickly wiped myself up
and returned to the table. My manager and our client must have been
discussing my pantiless state because shortly after I sat back down, my
manager dropped his own spoon from his coffee and, of course, had to
bend under the table to retrieve it. Figuring I had already embarrassed
myself enough to not do any more real harm I decided to go for broke. I
quietly shifted around so that he could get the same exposure as had our
client. He fumbled around under the table for quite a while before
surfacing with his spoon. I felt the heat rise inside me an a blush flow
into my cheeks, but I held myself still and endured. The remainder of
the lunch meeting went surprising well with little awkwardness. But I
was panicking inside.

When I returned to my office I sank into my chair and proceeded to have
a case of the shakes. It took a while to recover. I reflected on the
mixture of fear and excitement that I had gone through during the course
of the morning and lunch. 

The afternoon went more quietly and I was able to concentrate on some
work. I had one last meeting late in the afternoon. It was a customer
that I had not yet met, to whom we were proposing a new marketing
contract. I would be there as a technical advisor, and shouldn't have
too much to do. About fifteen minutes before the scheduled start of the
meeting a package was delivered to my office marked "Urgent". When I
opened it I found a quart bottle of Evian water, and a large rubber
penis type dildo in a harness. It must have been nearly a foot long and
two or three inches around. With trembling hands I opened the
accompanying note. 

	Leslie, something to keep you occupied during your last meeting today.
Insert
	the dildo into your vagina and strap in on securely so that it will not
come loose.
	We wouldn't want to have any accidental slippage (chuckle), would we.
Then
	drink the entire bottle of Evian. I will KNOW if you do, so don't fail
me.

My mind raced. How would he know ? But I couldn't disobey. Why the Evian
? Why the phallic ?
What was he thinking. A customer meeting ??. A large pit formed in my
stomach. I wasn't in a clear state of mind. I was scared ! I closed the
door to my office. Sitting at my desk I stared at the large dildo for
what seemed like  forever. Suddenly, it was time for the meeting. I was
out of time to think. 

With shaking hands I picked up the long rubber penis. Squatting behind
my desk I inserted it's head inside my vagina. I had expected it to be
painful. But without realizing it, I had become lubricated. Slowly I
pushed it in. It's entire length probing forward, engulfed by my now
slick vaginal walls. When it reached full insertion I adjusted the
straps, locking it tightly inside me. I noticed a small wire sticking
out from the base past the straps but paid it little attention.  It
filled me completely, and when I sat down again at my desk I found it
difficult to catch my breath with the head pushing ever upward. Picking
up the bottle of water I drank in deep draughts until all the Evian was
gone. Then, summoning my courage I opened the office door. 

As I walked down the corridor to the meeting the huge rubber  penis
rubbed inside me, poking and prodding. It was both uncomfortable, yet
exciting. I had no idea what was in store. But realizing it was beyond
my control, I just kept going. I arrived at the meeting just as it was
beginning. My manager, showing not hint of the lunch time exhibition
introduced me to our new customer. As he turned around to greet me I
almost fainted with fright. The new customer was MY MASTER !! It was his
company we were going to contract for. Me eyes rolled, but regained
control and I sat down at my place, although with some difficulty. At
least now I knew how he would be watching me.

The meeting, were it not for my circumstances, was very routine. My
manager explained the contracts and as a customer, my master asked the
appropriate questions. After about twenty minutes I started to figure
out what the Evian water was for. I had been sitting quietly, as would
normally happen in this type of meeting. The rubber penis was
uncomfortable and filling but bearable. I sat still trying no to have it
poke me too hard from the inside. Then it started to settle in. My
bladder was beginning to fill up from the water bottle I had gulped
down. The dildo. among other things, was pressing against my bladder,
causing the need to urinate sooner than normal. As time went by, the
urge became a need, and the need more like an urgent necessity. The
meeting dragged on for over an hour, with master asking numerous
questions. After a while it became apparent that he was intentionally
dragging the meeting out to add to my discomfort. After about and hour
and a quarter I was reduced to having to use my entire set of abdominal
muscles to squeeze down around the huge dildo to keep from peeing all
over myself. I could barely hold together. The urgent need to urinate,
followed by the pressure of trying to hold everything in left me in
great discomfort. I finally gave him a pleading look, so that he would
know the extent of my problem. He gave me a knowing glance, and I
thought he would then start to wrap up.

Instead he reached into his pocket and touched something. Instantly the
rubber penis started to vibrate gently. The wire ... It was a remote
control antenna !! The vibrations made no noise, but the tension within
me was almost unbearable. I had an overfilled bladder, a completely
stuffed vagina and nowhere to go. All while the dildo was trying to make
a milk shake out of me. He turned around and went back to business
leaving me clutching my chair arms in severe agony. This wriggling
monster hummed inside me for over ten torturous minutes. I closed my
eyes and sweated it out, praying for relief. Finally, the meeting ended,
and we all shook hands. I got up and started to walk gingerly towards
the bathroom. Master came up behind me and whispered as I struggled to
walk "Let's make it really interesting dear". Then he reached back into
his pocket and touched the control and the gentle vibrating turned into
a persistent shaking inside me. I thought my insides would explode as I
scrambled, half hunched over towards the ladies bathroom. As I struggled
down the hall, he just smiled at me. I somehow reached the bathroom,
almost at a crawl. Slamming shut the stall I plopped down on the seat
and nearly exploded into the toilet. As I  had never felt such relief as
was with this emptying of my bladder. It was nearly and orgasmic
experience all unto itself. As the last drops drained, the vibrations
stopped and the penis was still.
I sat resting for a minute or two, then slowly cleaned up and composed
myself.

When I got back to me office, he was there, sitting in my chair. I
closed my door and went over to him, kneeling and his feet, head bowed.
His hand drifted down below my cheek, and lifting my face slightly he
kissed me. First on the forehead, then gently on the lips. "You managed
well." I managed a weak smile. "Where is the dildo, still inside ?" I
nodded yes, as he had not told me I could remove it. He reached down and
unbuckling the straps, removed it. I filled with a great sense of
relief. He wrapped it in a paper towel and placed it in his briefcase.
Handing me my lace panties he stated "We have been invited to cocktails
with your boss at the local pub. Meet me there at six" With that he
left. Slowly I collapsed into a heap on my office floor.

Friday Evening
--------------

I arrived at the bar at six, as instructed. My manager, master, and a
number of associates were already there. As I went towards master, he
gave me a kiss on the cheek, then another on the lips. I wanted to look
professional, but had barely been able to collect myself back together,
and his kisses were warm and inviting. "I have something for you." he
stated quietly. Then reaching into a pocket he produced a small black
leather collar, decorated with diamonds. With all my associates watching
he placed it around my neck and fastened it shut. I was shocked,
dumfounded actually. "Just want everyone to know to who you belong."
Then attaching a leather leash to the collar, he led me past all my work
mates towards the bar. Dazed, I meekly followed. After ordering me a
drink he produced a pair of metal handcuffs. Holding them for my friends
to see he stated "Leslie is my slave. Willing and ready to serve. To
prove it, she will handcuff herself, in front of all of you, in
submission to me." Still in a state of shock over his revealing my, no
our, private life, I just looked at him, eyes wide. He handed me the
cuffs. I stood there not quite comprehending, staring at them. All eyes
were on me. Not know exactly why, I took one cuffed and locked it around
my wrist. Then I slowly moved both arms around behind my back, and with
everyone watching clamped the second cuff to my other wrist, securing my
arms behind me. My legs trembled, I had just submitted myself to master
in public, in front of my work mates and friends. To my surprise,
everyone applauded. I looked back on these people, dazed and confused,
while master brought my drink to my lips.

Timed passed in a haze for me. He led me around, showing me off in front
of everyone. I spent my time with confused thoughts. Almost numb with
fear from having made public my state with master, yet strangely
exhilarated and excited. At one point, he did whisper to me
congratulations for making it to my next level of submission, public
acceptance. Eventually it was time to leave and he lead me out to his
vehicle. It was a van, not his usual car. Inside it was plushly
outfitted with captains chairs up front and a big bench seat in the
rear. The center had fittings for another set of chairs, but these had
been removed.

Inside the van he pushed me down on my knees. I was facing towards the
back seat. He took two sets of  handcuffs and fastened each set to the
anchors for the removed seats. Then he secured the other cuff from each
set to my ankles. This left me locked securely in place, kneeling before
him, feet spread behind me and my wrists still cuffed from before. To
this he added another set of handcuffs, locked around each elbow pulling
my arms back and thrusting my breasts out.  Plopping down on the bench
seat he stopped to admire me for a minute. Then, through the silk
material of my blouse he started to fondle my lace covered nipples and
breasts. They became instantly hard to the touch. "You like being
helpless don't you ?" To which I could only nod yes.

Unzipping his trousers he pulled out his penis. It was not yet hard, but
I could see it beginning to thicken. With his free hand he grasped the
leash and pulled my head towards his waving member. "Suck it, made me
good and hard and slick with your saliva"  Slowly, keeping my eyes on
his, I pulled the head into my mouth and started to tongue tease the
tip. As I pulled him further in my mouth I could see the lust smoldering
in his dark eyes. A fire was building within him. I started to bob up
and down slowly on the length of his shaft. It quickly arose to its full
eleven inch stature. I continued this motion hoping to bring him to a
major climax, always wanting to please. My own desires were awakening
and I became hot and wet as my juices began to flow. A trickle cascaded
down my thigh towards my stocking top. After a few moments he pulled my
head up by the hair and ordered me to pull my panties down. Try as I
might I couldn't manage with my hands and elbows cuffed together as they
were. As he realized this, he arose and maneuvered behind me. Unzipping
my skirt, he whisked it and my panties down around me knees. Then,
pulling my leash down he fastened it to a brace on the bench seat. This
left me bent head down on the floor, with my naked behind pointing up
into the air at him. Sliding his penis between my legs he started to
lubricate himself with my hot flowing juices. As he rubbed his swollen
member across my vaginal lips and throbbing clitoris it sent waves of
heated pleasure sensations throughout my body. Then without warning, he
shifted his tool upward towards my exposed anus, and with a forceful
grunt shoved the head of his member past my sphincter and into my dark
rear hole.

The pain was tremendous, and having been caught off guard, I let a small
scream escape. He slapped me hard on the butt cheek and growled for me
to be silent. Then he slowly ran his fingertips up my thighs teasing me
until he had his hands up near my waist. Taking a firm grasp of my hips
so that I couldn't move at all, he shoved the entire length of his
pulsing shaft deeply into my rectum. I felt the tearing and burning
inside me and wanted to cry out. But I held my silence. He proceeded to
ram himself  deeply inside me, thrusting in and out like a horse. The
pain quickly wore off and I found myself becoming hot and in need again
myself. I got into a rocking motion which had me thrusting back against
him and after some time had almost worked myself up to a huge orgasm
when he climaxed inside me. He gushed so much hot creamy sperm that it
came squirting back out my anal opening. He withdrew and patted me on
the rump. Seeing my wetness he smiled and said "It's not your time yet
my dear." and then giving me a quick pinch he arose. "You will remain
locked here while we drive to the lake house, Leslie. Shackled with
these handcuffs so that you may reflect on your status." I asked if he
would put my skirt back up. But he replied that I could make the ride
just as I was "With your head in the carpet, your clothing around your
knees, and your naked and open bottom facing the windshield. With that
he zipped his pants back up and started to rummage around in the van. I
knew it would be a long ride to the Lake house, over and hour and a half
just for the travel time. It looked also, that he was in no hurry. 

Just before starting the journey to the lake house, he reached into a
cooler between the two front seats. He pulled out several ice cubes and
proceeded to push them into my anus hole. "There, that should keep you
occupied for a while." The frozen shock to my system was almost as bad
as his initial entry into my delicate rear. The raw itching and pain was
replaced with the frozen cold of the ice. As he started the van and took
off, I let my mind wander, mostly to get it off my current predicament,
to the time that started me down this unusual path.

It was summer time, just last year. We had been newly discovered lovers.
It  was my first visit to his lake house, a wonderful large cabin style
residence with a huge picture window view of the lake. The prior night
we had made love multiple times, teasing, exciting, and bringing
scintillating pleasures to each other. We had risen early and after a
sumptuous breakfast he was showing me around the property he owned,
which was secluded in the woods but for the area just by the lake. I was
wearing a white cotton halter top, which showed of my good summer tan,
and a pair of short denim cutoffs. It was a pleasant trek and the warm
sun felt good.  As we were nearing the end of our walk he pointed out a
tree with a limp extending out. "I used to live to sit up on that limp
and watch the lake." I pointed out the ropes that seemed to be wrapped
around the limb. He told me that they were there for the many tire
swings ..etc. from his youth. He did observe that the ropes were
starting to bind the limb. "I'll need to get those off before and harm
is done to the tree." I mentioned that I would love to climb up and get
them unfastened, it would give me a chance to see the view. He thought I
would probably need a knife to get some parts off and wandered off in
search of one back up at the house. I shed my sandals and swung up into
the tree.

Working my way out on the branch I perched near the ropes and stopped to
look over the lake. It was a wonderful view complete with sunshine and
sailboats skimming across the surface. After gazing a little, I turned
my attention to the ropes wound around the limb. It was difficult to get
them all loose, and after about ten minutes I had managed to create
quite a tangle of looped and dangling ropes. I was paying more attention
to getting them loose than I was where I was balanced on the limb and as
I reached forward to get another strand loose I slipped and found myself
plummeting towards the ground. I am still not entirely sure what
happened, but in an attempt to grasp something to brake my fall I
apparently got my arms tangled in some of the partially detached ropes.
Just before I would have hit the dirt the ropes I was tangled in snapped
up and jerked at my wrists. Me head snapped and I was left hanging,
dazed and confused.

When I regained my senses I found that some of the ropes had gotten
looped and twisted around my wrists. The fall had caused the slack in
them to snap up and effectively cinched my wrists together above me. Had
this not happened I probably would have broken a bone or two when I
landed on the ground. I had been saved from that with really only my
wrists scraped a little, but I now faced a new predicament. I was
hanging by the wrists from the ropes in the tree, my feet dangling just
inches from the ground. I could feel leaves and  grass blowing just
below my outstretched toes. But I couldn't touch ground to slacken the
rope and get myself loose, I was trapped, hanging there. I tried calling
out for help, but nobody responded. I was somewhat scared, but I did
realize that my then lover would eventually be back. My problem would be
if anyone came by while I waited for him. Although with this being
private property there was probably little chance of that. So, I just
hung there for awhile baking in the sun and hoping he would show back up
soon.
After what seemed like hours (I was told is was actually only about 20
minutes from the time he left me) he came back down the path carrying a
large kitchen knife. As he approached me a slowed down and eyeballed me
from top to bottom. "What happened to you ?" he inquired. I told him
about slipping and getting tangled in the ropes. Then requested he cut
me down. He walked over towards me and slid a hand up and down my back,
which sent hot tingling flashes down my spine. "Are you sure you can't
get loose ?" he asked while running his hands down the back of my
dangling legs. I took a swinging kick at him and blasted "No, I can't
get loose, I'm really trapped here. Now GET ME DOWN, please." "I think
not, just yet" he leered as he ran his hands up my front and pinched my
nipples, which became instantly rock hard. It suddenly occurred to me
that  I was helpless and he could do anything he wanted. I also
remembered the big kitchen knife he had brought. Apparently so did he as
he whisked it up the small of my back and sliced through the back strap
of my halter top causing my breasts to pop out and swing free. At that
point I panicked and started to scream and kick wildly at him. He came
around in front f me and grabbed at my legs so I couldn't move. Then
swinging the knife up towards my breasts he nicked one a little and
calmly said "If you don't stop that noise, I am going to do some real
damage with this knife, now SHUT UP."  I whimpered a little and then
stopped struggling for the moment, watching him closely.

He laid the knife down and then slowly started to rub my naked breasts,
which caused my nipples to get hard all over again, and a soft moan
escaped my lips. "Ah, I see you like being helpless" he exclaimed,
continuing to run his hands over me. He got to my shorts and in a swift
motion slid them, and my panties, off and past my swinging feet.  With
the knife on the ground I started to kick and again screamed at him to
stop and let me down. This action was met with a sharp slap and my head
rocked back. As I was seeing stars he took my panties, which I noticed
were damp and shoved them in my mouth. "That should keep you quiet." He
unzipped his own pants and allowed his huge penis to pop free. It was
the biggest I had ever seen it. I realized that he was going to rape me
and I started to kick again. I flurry of thoughts passed through my
mind. We were lovers, but this wasn't consenting. I wasn't protected as
my birth control device was back at the house. I was helplessly hanging
there, and this was going to happen. He grabbed my flailing legs and
spread them apart. As he moved between my legs I saw his huge engorged
penis, all throbbing and purple. Pulling my legs close around him he
pierced my opening with the bulbous head. To my surprise it slid in
smoothly as I realized I was dripping wet. In spite of being taken
against my will, or maybe because I was helpless to prevent it, I was
becoming excited. He walked himself forward pushing his erect member
deep inside me. As it slid in my juices flowed hotly to lubricate the
way. Once all the way in he began to thrust away slamming his hot penis
in and out. I tried to struggle but found myself unable to move free and
eventually ended up matching his thrusting strokes. He pumped away
inside me grunting and snorting like an animal in a vicious heat. This
continued for some minutes as I all the while grew hotter and more in
need myself. I eventually was at the point of just being at the edge and
accepting his thrusts, moaning through the panties stuffed in my mouth
with each penetration. He finally thundered into a powerful ejaculation,
pouring jets of hot sperm deep inside me. My mind clicked with the fact
that I was helpless as his fertile seed gushed inside me and I clicked
to a convulsing, spasm filled, orgasm with him buried deeply inside me.

After a minute, he backed away and picked up the knife. He cut me down
from the ropes but saved some pieces and as I fell to the ground he
quickly tied my wrists behind me so I was still in his control. He
pulled my up on my knees and shoving his now dripping penis in my mouth
flatly stated "Suck me clean .... Now!". Hands tied and penis in mouth,
I had no real choice but to comply. "Looks to me like you like being
helpless and used, at least based on your reaction and orgasm. I believe
I'll make you my personal slave. What do you think, Slave Girl ?" I
looked up at him while cleaning his penis and our eyes met. I realized
he was right, I wanted to be his slave."

About this time I drifted back to reality, and was actually getting hot
and bothered again, as the van hit a bump and was slowing down. We
pulled into a toll booth, not far from the lake house exit. He chatted
with the toll collector for a few minutes. I just stayed still with my
naked backside pointing up between the seats, hoping not to be noticed.
As we pulled away from the toll gate he reached back and poked several
more ice cubes into my already wounded anus. My prior warm thoughts of
that first tree hanging were replaced by cold, hard reality. Yeah, it
was going to be a long night .....      

End of First Entry

