First Broken Rule - Fall

Yesterday was beautiful. Perfect weather, a cool breeze, Mr. Mister off for the day. He surprised me by saying that we would spend the day hiking. Yay! I love hiking! I gathered my gear and a picnic basket. As we were driving, I noticed that he turned left rather than right. Seeing my questioning look he told me that we were going to a new place, owned by a coworker. Lots of trees, hills, rocks, but no other people. I began to squirm, quickly figuring out that we would be doing more than hiking. Then, he asked if I had put in my plug since I was wearing jeans. Blushing I told him that I hadn't, I had forgotten. He gave me a look and told me to open the glove box. I was wiggle out of my jeans and insert the glass plug. Glancing around at the light traffic, I did as he said, but hesitantly. I am not an exhibitionist! Still, he was right. I should have been wearing the plug.


Finally, we pull up to a small house tucked around a corner. Mr. Mister assures me that his coworker is not home but is fully aware of our presence and is cool with it. I gather the basket and my walking stick and we head out. Soon, Mr. takes the basket from me. We walk for about a mile and I am awed by the beauty of the place. Birdsong fills the air, sunlight hits the leaf covered ground in dapples of golden light. The woods open up to reveal a small stream rimmed by smooth stones. Mister asks if I would like to meditate here and I eagerly agree. Then, he tells me that I must do in the nude. I'm hesitant now, even though this is how I normally meditate. He raises his eyebrows and I strip. I ask if the plug could be removed since I no longer wear jeans but he says no. So, I find my position, close my eyes and settle my mind. And yes, I find my peace. Eventually, I open my eyes and notice that my ass is frozen! I stand, rub it and hear Mister laugh a bit. I smile and see that he has arranged for our lunch. We eat, then I pick up the debris, repack the basket and reach for my clothes.

No.
My eyes widen.

For the next 24 hours you will be nude.

 Okay, I had agreed to this in our rules, but I had assumed it would happen when we in the privacy of our home! What do I do? I argue. What happens? I'm whipped.

Mr. Mister takes my arm and has me stand with my back to a tree. He ties my arms behind me and gathers a handful of tall grasses - you know, the really stiff kind. Then, he lets me have it. He whips my breasts, my belly, my thighs. I'm begging for forgiveness, knowing the whole time that I deserve this for arguing not to mention forgetting about the plug. Then, he kisses me. He does this to throw me off balance and it works. For a moment I think he's finished, but no. He stand back and aims his natural flogger at my most delicate skin. I bite my lip, cry, try desperately not to shout as he whips my wet pussy. Ten strokes he gives me and by the time he finishes, my nether lips are swollen with both the results of the grasses and need. He releases me and hold me, telling me he's proud that I took the punishment so well.

We hike some more, winding our way back toward the car. I'm trembling by now, so desperate for him. My pussy throbs with each step and I'm very much aware of the plug in my ass. Finally, he takes pity on me. With the car in site, he presses me against a tree again. This time, he pulls my hips out and fucks me. I close my eyes, finally filled with him, content. He fucks me hard, comes inside of me, kisses my neck.

Back in the car, he still refuses to allow me to wear any clothing and I feel the stares of the other drivers. I keep my eyes down and squirm in my seat. He glances at me, tweaks a nipple and laughs. Finally, we make it home and I've never been so grateful for the attached garage!

Today, I'm still nude, per Mr. Mister's rules. He had me keep the plug in until nightfall when he removed it and took my ass. Again this morning, he made love to me, granting me the blessing of his cum. I'm just finishing up cleaning the house and he's got that look in his eye again. I'm not sure if that look means that he will want to fuck me, spank me, have me give him oral sex, or simply play with me, but whatever he desires, it will truly be my pleasure to give.

I have sinned - 3

I am loved and secure and needed and content. Why would I every want anything else?

I had no idea what he had planned for me. He just texted me an an address and time, so I followed my gps and pulled in front of a salon. Cool. A Spa Day!!! Kind of. I was led to a small, warm room and told to remove all of my clothing then to crawl under the sheet. He had scheduled me to get waxed - all of me - my legs,underarms, pussy  - and I do mean ALL of me! I keep my privates nicely groomed, but holy hell that hurt!!! Not only was close to every last hair ripped out, but EVERY hair left was the tweezed out.By the time I was finished, I was actually grateful to be wearing a dress with no undies.

By the time I arrived back home, he was already there waiting for me. He smiled, kissed me, and ran his hands up and down my legs and under my skirt. He sympathized a bit with the redness of my bare skin then told me to get undress and go lie on the bed. Once there, he tied me spread eagle to the bed. I hate this position. I am totally exposed. He always leaves enough play in the ropes to be able to shove a cushion under by bottom so he can easily access both holes and there is nothing I can do to squirm away. Once, he tied me to the table in this position, scrubbed my body and placed various food on it. Then, he invited a few of his friends over for drinks and appetizers. Today, though, there would be no one but the two of us.

"Ready for your marking?" he asked.

I opened my mouth to speak, but then shut it again. I was about to say that I thought the waxing had been enough. He raised his eyebrow and I hastily answered - Yes, Sir.

He took out his flogger. I closed my eyes and tried to control my breathing. Fire coursed through my veins as he whipped my already tender and newly waxed pussy. I cried. I screamed. I begged him to stop (but did not use my safe word!). After five tormenting strokes, he placed his hand against my tortured flesh.

"There now. That wasn't so bad, was it?" he asked rhetorically. "Now, baby, I'm going to treat you to dinner. But first, I'm going to insert this plug which you will wear for the rest of the evening. Then, you're going to suck me off. After that, I'm going to untie you, then you can make yourself even more beautiful."

I nodded, sniffing. His cock. I'd do anything to get his cock in my mouth. He smiled and kissed me.