Buried deep in a lot of women is a slut that loves to get tied up, bound, and forced to indulge in their master’s most humiliating and degrading fantasies. When they don’t get the choice, they get off on getting fucked, made to wear the tightest bondage outfits and exposing their bodies in humiliating ways, all for the pleasure of the men that they adore. It’s not enough that they are the ones that take the orders, they need to be exposed as much as possible before they can release their inner sluts and release everything that they suppress.

This submissive little wife had these photos taken of her so that she could commemorate all the humiliating positions that her master forces her into during her servitude. When she doesn’t have her pussy exposed for his pleasure she needs to have something buried deep inside her pussy or ass, so she has collected a variety of devices that are very good at tormenting her. Her pussy and ass are there for his pleasure, so when he is not using her she has a variety of plugs that fit inside her to reminder her exactly of who owns her body. When she does not have a plug shoved deep inside her tight ass he makes sure that she can’t do anything without him by fitting her with a tight chastity device. With that on she can’t feel any pleasure unless he lets her, and only can use the restroom without his command. It’s one way that he makes sure that she is doing nothing but serving him, and that no one else has access to her without his control.

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We stopped near a huge old tree, and Dave nodded toward it. I hesitated, looked around, tried to still my heart, swallow hard. All of those things all at once most likely. This was a very new experience!

I pressed myself against the tree, pulled my skirt up, pushed my panties down, and the unmistakable sounds of his belt leaving it’s loops carried to me, and then the first LOUD swat landed. I think we were both very still after that. I know that I looked out through the trees to see if anyone stopped … if any alarms were about to be raised … if anyone was peering into the trees to see what that sound had been.

So far so good!

He stepped back and spanked again. A hard spank, and again my ears strained to hear someone running to the rescue … shouts of alarm … and nothing!

More spanks, hard spanks. They built in intensity as our courage built. It was not a punishment spanking, but the intensity of emotion was nearly overwhelming. I had never experienced anything like this before. The spanks would push me into the tree … my groin … ok, clit … would brush against the rough bark, and then the belt would land again. Again and again.

No, the fear of discovery never faded. Yes, the heat in my bottom intensified, and yes, my pussy was wet and wanting. After about 25 hard swats with his belt, Dave stepped up behind me, pressing his warmth against my warmth and pushing his fingers between my legs.

Whispering in my ear how naughty I was. “You’re soaking wet baby girl.”

Yeah … well … look what you’re doing to me!

He kissed my neck as his fingers pushed inside me, and then pushed deeper still. I hung on to that tree in front of me, and pressed my clit harder against it. His other hand moved to my hip and he pulled me back toward him, sort of against his side. This left me bent at the waist, but still hanging on to that tree, panties around my knees, but my bare bottom hidden by my skirt which had fallen back into place.

Looking down and seeing his hand beneath my skirt was very erotic … naughty erotic, and his fingers were pushing deeper inside me … and doing something else at the same time. I gasped and asked him what he was doing … but talking was hard. My body jerked as spasms ran up through me from my pussy. I needed desperately to push into his fingers, and pull away from them at the same time. I had never felt anything so intense.

His fingers began to move faster and harder, the top of his hand seemed to be fucking me even as his fingers inside me were. I don’t know … it’s very hard to describe! But it was incredible, and I asked him again and again what he was doing to me, and then a rush of sweet, deep orgasm ran up through me again. Taking my breath and my thoughts and my everything with it as the cum squirted out of me and ran down my legs and over his hand and wrist. I watched through tears … shocked and afraid I had just peed on him, yet sure that nothing like that had ever happened to me before.

Thank goodness I had that tree to hold onto, and his arm around me to steady me, because my knees and the tears gave way at the same time. I don’t know what he was thinking, but his fingers didn’t stop moving, though they were gentler now. But every few seconds he would increase the tempo and strength, and another wave would rush over me, and I’d squirt again, and the tears would flow harder and I don’t think I ever stopped asking him what he was doing to me.

When we finally caught our breath and I stood, my panties were soaked. Not wet … soaked. As if I had dunked them in water. Dave knelt down and slid them to my feet, and I stepped out of them. He smiled at me and kissed me deep, holding my wet panties between us.

We caught our breath and he tucked my wet panties into his pocket. Everything surrounding us in those moments was intensified. The air on my skin, the sounds of the leaves rustling in the trees, the voices of people walking the outer paths, birds … and our breathing. My pussy was still throbbing and felt swollen as well. Dave smiled and kissed me again. A deep, wet kiss full of laughter and excitement and love. A lot of love.

Then he took my hand and led me even deeper into the woods. With every step I could feel my swollen pussy brushing my thighs, cool air sliding beneath my skirt and the rustle and crunch of leaves as he again searched our surroundings.

And again he found what he was looking for. A fallen tree, just the perfect height to bend me over, lift my skirt and again apply his belt to my bare bottom. I know the spanks were hard, and the sound still carried, and the fear of being discovered in such a compromising position never left … but my bottom lifted to those spanks. Each and every one.

Then he was behind me, his hand beneath my skirt and his fingers pushing inside me again. And it wasn’t just a leftover feeling, my pussy was swollen, and he smiled and pulled me into another deep kiss before taking my hand yet again and leading me on.

To another fallen tree, but a much bigger one. He pulled me close and kissed me before pushing me gently down to kneel between his legs. He unzipped his jeans and released his cock as he leaned back, and I took him in my mouth.

“Lift your skirt baby girl.”

I did, and the cool air washed across my very warm bottom as I sucked and licked his cock. His hands moved to my cheeks, and then into my hair. I LOVE when he plays with my hair! I shivered and moaned and sucked harder, pressing my pussy down onto the heels of my feet at the same time. He came, deep and hard, holding me close as he did. I sucked and swallowed … sucked and swallowed … and this time we were both catching our breath as he pulled me up against him and slid his hands beneath my skirt to hold my bottom.

So much emotion! So much intensity … and he wasn’t done. We tucked his cock back inside his jeans and he took my hand and led me still deeper into the woods.

Not far, another 20 feet or so, to a partially fallen tree … propped semi-upright by the trees next to it, and slender enough and close enough to the ground that I could reach up … from my tip toes! and hold onto it … tight as it would turn out.

My tummy was doing flips … and I shivered, as much with need as with the ever present fear of discovery. I felt … very exposed, and though I could have let go of that tree at any time, the thought never crossed my mind. I was very deep inside the place he had led us too.

He lifted my skirt and settled it around my waist, stepped back, and began to spank again. He didn’t double the belt over this time, but left it’s full length hanging as he spanked.

Just three hard spanks. It turns out the belt was too hard to control and the spanks were landing too high on my bottom, but the snapping effect of the top delivered sharp, stinging swats, and then he was holding me again.

He whispered that it was time to go, and I nodded. And I so didn’t want it to be time to go, but I reached for his hand as I stepped away from the tree, and he held mine tight. My mind was reeling, my head spinning. I had no idea how to get back to the car at that point, but he led me out of the trees and to the path, and then on to the car.

I wanted nothing more than to be gathered up and held tight as I tried to process everything that had just happened. I could see my panties peeking out of his pocket, and feel tears again in my eyes.

We got into the car and he pulled my panties from his pocket as I reached for a comb to try and make myself presentable again. He laid them over the console between the seats and directed the vent so that the heat would flow over them and dry them before I had to slide them back on … though they would still be pleasantly damp!

We didn’t talk a lot on the way back to the airport. Just … too many emotions vying for our attention. Too many thoughts … we’d never experienced anything like what had just happened.

My pussy still felt … full. Swollen. And my bottom was very warm, even though the spankings hadn’t been punishment spankings. They were a reminder that I was His Girl. A reminder of what that means. Though I was headed off to see friends, there were still His rules to be obeyed, His standards to live up too …

Reminder spankings are very special. They vary in intensity, and this time they had been slow and measured strokes, with lots of touching and teasing in between. Reminder spankings always leave His marks on me … my bottom or my thighs, the tops of my legs … my inner thighs. Somewhere I will be marked as His …

because … I am His!

As soon as I arrived he took me by my arm and marched to the living room. He turned me to face him and commanded me to look at him. It’s so hard to look into the disappointed eyes of the man that will soon have me over his knee for a spanking, but I did not dare disobey. He went over why I was going to be punished and made me repeat back to him what I was hearing. Once he felt that I was fully aware of the crime, he began. He led me to the bedroom…

“Strip!”

That was all he said! I wanted to cry! I’m not embarrassed to be naked in front of him at all, but the imbalance of him being completely clothed (down to his shoes) and me being completely naked is extremely powerful for me emotionally. I know that I have no say and I know that I will be punished until he feels I have learned my lesson–I also wouldn’t have it any other way. Even so, it’s still tremendously overwhelming to stand before the one you answer to as he watches you strip every article of clothing from your body.

I obeyed. He instructed me to bend over the bed as he removed his belt from his jeans. That simple act still sends fear straight through me! He meticulously wrapped the belt around his hand and left only enough to sufficiently lash my bottom. I felt the leather softly swing over my cheeks, only to cruelly bite into my flesh seconds later.

Earlier in the day he told me that there would be NO set amount of spanking. He would simply spank me as hard and long as he could. He let me know that the only breaks would be the ones he would need to rest his arm! I was terrified from the first kiss of his belt…not knowing how long he would continue. It absolutely took complete control away from me. There would be no talking myself through it knowing that there were only “this many” left.

Impact after impact left me breathless. I was determined to stay put and show him that I really do respect and cherish his authority. I yelled out, but I was mostly successful at staying in place during the whipping. He pulled me to standing and simply commanded me to go get the bath brush. I immediately felt dread consume me, but I refused to let it prevent me from obeying.

Before I had a chance to panic, I found myself over the side of the bed being held securely in place. I grabbed the blanket in my hands and placed a big wad of it in my mouth for biting! The bath brush was brutal. I couldn’t tell you how many times I felt it’s punishing bite, but I know it was no less than what I deserved. With the last few blows I was completely frozen and silent. As soon as he stopped I collapsed into a heap on his bed…I was finally able to release the tears. He held me for as long as it took for me to recover.

There are also some nice pictures, so you will have to go over there and check them out.

Tom got the school paddle from the drawer and put me across his lap. He said “If you feel we need new spanking tools enough to sneak off to some sex shop to get them perhaps I am just not using the ones we have to their full effect.” I could tell from his tone that he was really mad. He may think he gives a warm up when he is mad but I don’t see it that way. I was still dressed but he was burning me up! He was talking about the stupid shopping trip but I wasn’t getting it all.

I had already started crying by this time, but tears don’t impress Tom when he is in the middle of things. He stood me up but I had no hope that he was finished. Tom stood up with me and asked “Cassie, why did you lie to me?” Well that question made me cry harder. I felt just awful. And I truly don’t know why I lied! I had already been caught; I knew he was going to spank me. What was I possibly thinking?? He told me to take off my pants and he knows it hate to do it myself. He bent me over the bed and shuttered as I heard him remove his belt. I belt on top of the paddling on top of him being so mad was just horrible. I guess this was the worse spanking I have had in quite a while.

So how was I spanked and with what? Hard and long, with the most loathsome of our implements, in positions that are hardest for me to maintain or make me the most uncomfortable. As to the implements, there were many and I’m sure I won’t now recall them all but they included the infamous rubber strap, the long acrylic cane, the flexible rubber ruler, a VERY THICK, rough switch (more like a tree branch), the little leather flogger, the Attitude Adjuster paddle (basically a 2 x 4) and the short bamboo cane. Oh, and he rubbed it all in with the roughest hairbrush that we own.

First, just to add to my humiliation, Dante told me to strip completely… well, he let me keep my socks on as I get very chilly during hard spankings. Then he told me to stand up and put my palms down on the bed in front of me… the bed is on the floor so my bottom was quite high in the air. I arched my ass up as high as I could and spread my legs far apart, knowing precisely the position he wanted me to mantain.

My warm-up was with all the whippiest implements and left me squirming and whimpering from the very first strike. No place was off limits and he wielded the “toys” with mastery, bringing intense pain throughout my bottom, back, outer and inner thighs and all the way to the bottom of my calves.

I got spanked good last night. I got it good, and hard, and good again… it just kept getting better and better. It’s been building for days between us, this desire for me to be spanked and his desire to spank me. And last night we were both satisfied. He spanked until I begged him to stop, until his arm was sore and tired and aching… I wanted him to spank me beyond the pain, into the pleasure, beyond that to the ecstasy of subspace and the endorphin high I crave with my every breath. And I got my wish… boy, oh boy, did I get my wish.

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