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This is true, and quite a regular event for me. I like to have this done to me twice a month or so.


First, he will blindfold me, and lead me into the garden. There, he strips me. I stand so utterly alone as he uses the chords to bind my wrists in front of me, and then apply the dog collar which he fastens to the tree. Then, he leaves me. I feel the sun on my naked body, and I hear the conversation drifting to me from neighbouring gardens. I know there are places from which I could be seen.

How long will he leave me there? Sometimes minutes only, sometimes hours. It is for him to decide. Eventually, (this last time) he comes for me and I hear his approach. Strange how senses become heightened when sight is deprived. He leads me further into the garden and lays me down on the cool lawn. He spreads my legs, and uses an old rake and more chord to tie me, spread legged and open. Then my hands are attached to a stake in the lawn.

Then it begins. He will use his tongue, fingers and my vibrator on me bringing me rapidly and expertly to a pre-orgasm plateau. He knows my body so well, he can play me to perfection. He stops short, with me teetering on the edge of orgasm. Then, quite simply, he walks away. I lay there, every nerve ending on fire, the hole between my legs screaming to be filled, my whole body longing to be bathed in hot sperm. But no. He leaves me. The only orgasm I will get now will come from my mind. I focus within on my wetness, and how I must look to anyone who would wish to see. Sometimes, I will hear his voice as he talks to a neighbour with me only feet away, naked and bound. I will myself to cum, and my clit responds. Sometimes I will imagine being touched by my neighbours son, sometimes by their daughter, sometimes by all of them. Sometimes I imagine being gang raped on the lawn. But last time, it was enough to focus on the mental image of my exposed cunt. After a few seconds, I felt an ant tickle my leg, and I was hooked. It felt like an eternity passed as it roamed over my inner thigh until, finally, with exquisite perfection, it scuttled over my enlarged clit and I exploded into orgasm.

He saw it, of course. He always watches, and sometimes will verbally abuse me as he knows how much I love that.

Will he take me back to the house now and fuck me? Will he make me walk naked into the fields beyond? No, not this time.

I love my plateau days.



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