"I was checking your computer history just now." Master said, finally coming back to his study.
I was already waiting on my knees with my forehead pressed to the gleaming hardwood floor. I was of course completely naked, as I was most often. My ass facing the door as per his rules, and also as per his rules I had my butt plug tail in place.
I didn't attempt to turn my head and look at him. I knew what was coming, since I had accidentally clicked a link that I knew he would have disapproved of. It had just popped up and I accidentally clicked it. It was pornographic. I wasn't allowed to look at porn online without permission, and my Master always checks my computer to make sure I follow his rules. I am not to hide anything, and I am well aware he is able to check up on me even if I was to attempt to hide anything from him.
"Do you know what I found?" He asked. It was obvious we both knew.
"Yes Master." I was quivering a little. I could sense he was quite upset with me.
"What was it, slut?"
"It was a video. A porn video of large black men having their way with a petite white woman, Master." I was honest. I hoped this would garnish some compassion from him. "May I explain, Master?"
"Yes." He nodded while circling me. I forced myself to stay perfectly still and breathe as evenly as possible. I could see his shiny shoes as he walked near my face. I didn't dare look up.
"I was on the website you mentioned to me about chastity belts, and I accidentally clicked a link to that video when it popped up. I closed it right away and did not watch it through. I am sorry, Master."
I watched his shoes as he paced back and forth and around me. I could sense his mood. He believed me and I knew he did, but there was still going to be a punishment. I needed to be more careful and respectful. I both loved and loathed my Master's punishments. They were often very creative. Some were downright trials.
"Go upstairs and use the washroom, shower, and then do your makeup and hair. Return to me here in no more than an hour ...the faster the better. Return to me nude save for your collar. No anal plug. Now get up and go." Master went behind his desk and sat down. He completely ignored me now, which was my signal to do as I was told.
Forty minutes later I returned just as I had been instructed. I was about to drop into my previous position on the floor when he halted me. "No need, slut."
He stood and came around his desk. He held my leash in his hand and quickly snapped it onto the round link on my collar. He began to walk and I followed as was expected. He walked with fast long strides and I had to speed walk to keep up. Master lead me to the front foyer of the house.
The butler materialized with Master's hiking boots, but also a pair for me. My eyes rounded a little. Master handed me the pair intended for me, and I noticed thankfully that they have socks tucked into them.
"Put them on." He said as he tugged his own pair onto his feet.
Once we both had our boots on he turned and opened the front door. He had changed from his regular dress slacks and button down shirt, and was now dressed in jeans and a t-shirt along with his boots. I was completely nude except for the socks and boots and of course my collar. I wondered what the plan was.
Master lead me outside into the warm late morning sunshine. He doesn't normally take me out front of the house nude since this is also where clients pull up and park. However, today the stables were closed. Master always closes the Stables on Wednesdays for maintenance and cleaning. Clients know better than to show up on a Wednesday, since Master will turn them away and none too nicely. He is strict with his business, and most speculate that this is why he commands so much respect in the world of horse breeding.
I don't worry about his employees seeing me naked, as they are used to seeing me naked and I am used to this as well. In fact some of them Master has had me pleasure at times. He leads me down the stairs and into the driveway. I had no choice but to stay close and follow. I was thankful that he had hiking boots for me since the driveway was not actually paved. We started to walk down the long driveway in the direction of the main road.
Master makes me walk in front of him. I know that I have to walk quickly. I was skeptical of his overall plan, but I trusted him and didn't feel any need to attempt to fight him. The driveway was long, maybe two miles, maybe even more. We walked and walked. Master didn't speak to me the entire time. His breathing was easy, since he was very fit and hiked often. My breathing was a bit more labored though I was fit too.
The sunshine dappled my skin through the trees on either side of the driveway. It felt warm and delicious on my skin. Some bugs buzzed by and I worried a little about bites in awkward places. We continued to walk and walk and I knew we were almost near the main road. However, when I say main road it is really a very lightly traveled country road. We kind of live in the middle of nowhere.
Finally we reached the point where our private driveway leads to the public, but also unpaved, road. I immediately see my custom made padded sawhorse that my Master often likes to use for me. I want to look at him for an explanation as to why it is by the road, but I don't dare look back at him. I feel nervous butterflies dance in my stomach. He brings me to a stop and links my leash to a hook on a tree.
I watched his every move as he takes a backpack that had been left at the foot of the sawhorse and checks the contents. I can see by his expression that he is satisfied he has everything he needs. Placing the bag aside he returns to me and leads me to the sawhorse. I am quite familiar with this piece of equipment. Master had it made specifically for me. It is made for my height, and it was surprisingly made with comfort in mind. Sometimes, Master likes me to use it for extended amounts of time so it needed to be comfortable.
"There is a bucket of water over there and a cloth. Wash yourself down, but be careful not to get your boots or socks wet."
I got up and did as I was told. I washed myself down from our walk. Once I was done I stood quietly and awaited Master's next order.
"Arrange yourself on your sawhorse so you are comfortable."
I do as I am told, and I am as comfortable as it will allow. Master immediately uses the padded bonds to lock me to the sawhorse. I feel a little scared at this point. He has the backpack and it looking for items in it. I can't really see him from my locked position, but I can hear him. I startle a little as he sprays something cool onto my skin. I realize it's sunblock and I enjoy the sensation of his big hands rubbing it into my skin.
After the sunblock he sprays a little bit of unscented bug spray onto my skin. I am started to get the feeling I would be spending a little time by the side of the road. Master places sunglasses onto my face which I am also grateful for. I am not in any direct sunlight, but he's taken precautions for my safety.
Finally he moves back behind me. I hear the snap of a cap and then his finger his spreading cool slippery lube all over my pussy. Master doesn't normally require any lube there for me. I always get good and wet for him. My stomach quivers a little. What does he have in mind? What is going to happen to me? He shoves two lube slick fingers up my inside my cunt to make sure I am slippery and lubricated there as well.
Once he is done lubrication my cunt his slippery fingers slide over my asshole. He puts a lot of lube there and I can feel it. His thick finger pushes against my asshole and slides in with ease. He lubricates me generously there. Then I hear him wash his hands in the water I had used to wash myself down after our hike.
Master moves back in front of me. He's holding a sign that he shows to me. It reads "Free Fuck. Please fuck me," I can hardly believe what I am reading. He wouldn't really just let perfect strangers drive up and fuck me, would he? He will surely stay with me, right? He walks to the edge of the road and our driveway and pushes the sign into the soft ground there.
Master collects his stuff and tucks it away. I feel a little panic rise up in me and want to beg him to just free me and take me home. I don't dare beg. I know better. I am not surprised as my Master starts to leave, heading back toward our house. I am not surprised but I am horrified. He can't just leave me here! Who might come along and find me?
I really start to panic. I think of everything of course. What if a police officer was to happen onto these back roads? What if I criminal came by? It even dawns on me that a family could drive by and...I feel absolutely horrified. Master often comes up with creative punishments, but this one doesn't seem well thought out. I almost wanted to cry.
I regain some composure after about twenty minutes. The truth of the matter is we live on a highly untraveled dirt road way back in the country. It is extremely rare that cars would just happen along back here. The odds of a family just driving by are highly unlikely. I am reasoning with myself now. The chances of anyone driving by are very unlikely. We are at the end of the dirt road too I realize. So, even if someone was looking for another address it was not like they would need to come up the road that far.
Not to mention the stables were closed today, and clients also knew not to come here on a Wednesday. So, all and all I was now feeling pretty safe. All I had to do was relax and enjoy the warm day. I rested my head on the cushioned sawhorse and closed my eyes behind the sunglasses. I wasn't actually asleep, but just daydreaming a little. That's when I heard a vehicle.
It sounded like a pickup truck if I had to guess. It rumbled up the road. I tried to look around to see if my Master was near watching. Would he come out and save me? I knew as soon as they got close the driver would have a clear view of the sign and of my ass and cunt. I couldn't see the road or the vehicle. Master had clearly done that on purpose.
The truck was upon me now and I knew they would be able to see me just set back from the road ever so slightly. I knew they'd be reading the sign too. My heart tripped hard in my chest and my throat went dry. The truck slowed considerably, and the engine rumbled. I could tell when they came to a stop since the tires stopped crunching on the dirt road. A door opened, and then another door. They both slammed. I wanted to cry. I looked again for Master, but he was nowhere to be seen.
"Lookie Lookie what we have here!" Came a male voice. "What do you think Georgie? She's got a pretty sweet ass, dontcha think?"
"That she do." said the other voice, presumably Georgie.
"Looks as if she's offering up free fucks." the first voice said.
"That works out pretty nicely, Bud, since we'z got two big cocks that need some sweet ass." This was Georgie again.
