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Bondage Submission in the Great Outdoors

When I think of fall, I think of all of the beautiful leaves, the trees molting the birds migrating, animals preparing for winter. To that end, when I was invited to a fall gathering with my friends, I dressed for the occasion. Red dress; red, orange, and yellow scarf; gold heels and gold jewelry. In hindsight, I should have thought that outfit through…

The party was outdoors, and had hardly started before I was called to the side. I should have smelled it coming, but I was naive enough to think this would be just a party. The next thing I knew, though, my dress was being cut off of me while I was being drug over to a molting tree. I was gagged and tied to the tree and my body was doused over and over with condiments in the colors of fall. Then, came the torment. They each took various utensils that you’d find at most any picnic/bonfire ever, and they began to smack, hit, poke, prod, and pinch me with them, all across my body. Then, a man was brought to the center, and the grin that crossed his face rolled dread through my body. When I saw his schlong, I knew why. That monster was 13 inches, if it was an inch, and as thick as a beer can. I was going to get ripped apart.Bondage submission


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