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The light breeze drifted through the small copse of trees, its murmuring susurration barely stirring the leaves, and offering little succour to her reddening face.She was tied by each wrist to two sapling trees, one on each side of her. Her arms spread wide, her wrists secured at hip height with just enough slack in the rope to allow her to move a scant inch. But it was not her bindings that were causing her face to flame. It was the slow, deliberate clicking sound as he unzipped her strapless summer dress, as he towered behind her, it was feeling the warmth radiating from him, it was being so aware of how close he stood, of his even measured breathing, of her helplessness, of his completely calm control.She was naked beneath the dress, that’s what he had instructed when he had handed it to her. It was a perfect and flattering fit, (of course, he would not suffer himself to have any poor judgement), it was a delicate cream-coloured, form-fitting dress, enscribed with stylised blue birds in flight. It was beautiful, classy, certainly Kartal Escort suitable for the evening garden party she had thought they were attending. But that was before, before she had forgotten herself and let her glib tongue get her into trouble. She knew he detested being called by his full name, had warned her that she was never to use it, so long as she wished him to be her master, but a glass or two of wine had loosened her caution, and in the light banter of conversation, it had slipped out.His reaction had been instantaneous, freezing mid-stride on their amble through the pleasant countryside to fix her with a look so stern and dark that she wished she could pull the words back out of the air, and render them again unsaid. But it was too late, she had been warned, and now, she would pay the price for her disobedience. So now she stood, tethered and helpless as the zip completed its traitorous journey south and he began to draw the dress down her body, the smooth material caressing her Kartal Escort Bayan skin as it all too readily slipped away, baring her naked skin to the air. It fell in a puddle around her sandal-clad feet, and she started as she felt his fingers brush the outside of her knee. His touch was gentle but insistent, its command unmistakable. She raised her foot and felt him draw the dress away, lifting the other in turn so that he could remove the material altogether.His lips brushed teasingly against her neck, and she squirmed trying to press against him, to gain more than the light whisper of a kiss, but the feel of his breath drifted upwards to whisper softly in her ear. “If you cannot follow my rules, you cannot keep my gifts, my love.” His words were not spoken unkindly, but a thrill rippled through her at knowing beyond doubt she was to be punished. Her embarrassment melted away, replaced with the twinned electricity of apprehension and desire. She was worried about what he would do, and Escort Kartal excited to experience it. Jubilant and a little afraid. That pulsing sensation along with the whispering breeze across her exposed skin was having an effect already, and as her nipples began to swell and harden in response to her mounting arousal, she prayed silently that he would remain behind her, that he wouldn’t see her enjoying what was meant to be a punishment.She felt his hot breath on her other ear, as his strong hands gripped her hips, again his voice came, soft, gentle, smooth.”I do hope no one happens by whilst I am reminding you of my rules, there would be precious little left to their imagination.” The reality of that hit her like a pale of icy water, she was naked, totally naked, in a public field, strapped to two small trees that offered no concealment. Worse with her arms tied so, she would have no chance to try and conceal herself should anyone happen across this place. Reflexively she squeezed her thighs together, as if she could cover her naked skin so easily. She heard his soft chuckle and felt his hands glide down the length of her legs to grasp each of her ankles in powerful fingers. The caress was delightfully slow and deliberate and reawoke some of her arousal, but it spoke of a darker intent, that set her mind to racing again.
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