When she was sure enough time had passed, Amy reached up, removed the blindfold and stood blinking as her eyes adjusted to the light. Then she looked around and took stock of her situation. She stood on a tiny grassed island in the centre of the dried out pond. Her legs were bound securely together. cuffed and padlocked ensuring she could not wriggle free. The belt around her waist and between her legs was also locked in place, holding both toys firmly inside her. As she tugged and pulled at them she squirmed with pleasure, her fingers becoming coated in her cum. In front of her, handing on a tree at the edge of the pond, she could just about make out a set of keys, obviously designed to fit the lock holding her ankles together. However, between herself and freedom, indeed all around her island, was around ten meters of deep, damp mud. She could just about make out the footprints of her husband's boots as the mud oozed back to fill the indentations.
As for her husband, there was no sign. It was obvious that he would not be back to rescue her. If she wanted to get home she was going to have to do it herself. She hopped forward comically to the front of the island, wobbling on her high heels. Looking at the mud, she considered her options. If she stayed there who knows how long she would have to wait until she was rescued, and by whom? She didn't relish the thought of being found in this predicament. What's more, the incessant buzzing in her crotch lent a certain urgency. Her mind made up, she hopped forward once more and landed with a splat into the mud. Immediately she began to sink, the cold, slimy mud flowing between her toes and over her shoes. She tried to pull one leg or the other out, but her bindings prevented this, instead she just sank a little deeper as the mud reached the bottom of her calves. Realising that she could not pull her legs free she reached forward with her hands to push herself out. As her hands too began to be submerged she tried to pull them clear but, overbalanced, they continued to sink, the mud covering her wrists. The tips of her long blonde hair now trailed in the mud as well. With no way of pushing down with her hands she could not pull her bound legs out so instead sank to her knees in defeat.
There she was, on her hands and knees, half sunk in the thick black mud, with the hem of her white dress riding over her bottom pushed high into the air. Something about her predicament was so degrading that she found it very erotic. Suddenly the vibrations between her legs increased rapidly and she let out a cry, arching her back and tossing her messy hair as her body reacted. The orgasm came quickly, beginning in her cunt but spreading through her entire body. She let out another cry, louder and more animalistic now as she bucked with desire. The climax was long and hard, amplified by the restraining mud all around her and the utter humiliation of her position. As it passed and the vibrations decreased in intensity she was left gasping, her chest heaving and her frame covered in perspiration. Eventually her mind returned to thoughts of escape. On her knees she could pull her hands free but not her feet. The only way out was to crawl. Cringing at the thought, she slowly edged her hands forwards, all the while her chest, clad in that beautiful white dress, came closer to the mud. With one final, defeated sigh, she lowered herself fully, gasping as her hard, erect nipples made contact with the cold wet ground. In the prone position she could just about make progress, pulling her feet clear with a loud squelch and then dragging herself forward. As she moved her dress was pulled down, exposing her breasts as the mud slipped over them, covering them completely. Occasionally, in a fruitless attempt to salvage some decency, she would pull her soaked and filthy dress up over her bosom.
Finally she had just about reached the edge. As her hand reached out to grab the grass at the side of the pond, the vibrations increased tempo again, at a higher and almost painful level. Almost instinctively she reached down to her pussy and in doing so rolled onto her side in the mud. Her whole body burned with desire, rolling and twisting on the ground as another orgasm ripped through her.
'Oh my God!' she cried out, 'I'm cumming again!'
She twisted and turned, thrashing around in the mire as she climaxed, covering her entire body with mud. Her hands were alternately thrust between her legs then pushed through her hair as the orgasm consumed her and she almost fucked the earth beneath her. Spasm after spasm rocked through her until she was spent and left shaking on the ground. With a final ounce of strength she managed to pull herself free from the bog and then she collapsed on the harder soil, shaking uncontrollably as the orgasm subsided.
After a number of minutes she felt able to move again. She sat up slowly, her mud covered hair plastered to her almost naked body. Her dress was ruined, every stitch soaked in filth. Mud covered her face and chest from her wandering hands during the orgasm. Between her legs was a sticky mess, partly from the mud but mainly from her own cum. She rose shakily to her feet, hopped stiffly to the tree and, grabbing the key, unlocked her ankle restraints. Finally she was free, but she still had to make her way home. She tried her best to tidy up her appearance but to no avail. The dress was so ruined it hardly provided any decency, only just covering the toys in her pussy and ass, the belts still holding them in place. She had no choice but to walk back as she was.
The journey home, along busy streets, was a nightmare. Amy had never been so humiliated. Everyone stopped and stared at this bedraggled sight. She wasn't sure who was worse. On one hand were those who were instantly disgusted by her attire, with her filthy hair and mud covered figure. However, worse were those who initially took pity on her. They would approach with faces full of care, arms outstretched in support. But when they came nearer they would catch sight of her blushing complexion and her nipples hard from arousal (the vibrations continued to coarse through her body from the toys buried inside her). These would-be Samaritans then caught the smell of her arousal until, between pants, Amy would manage to tell them that she was OK. The look on their faces as they turned away made her feel so small, but the feeling of humiliation only served to increase her arousal. Incredibly, by the time she reached her home she was on the edge of another orgasm. She fell into the arms of her waiting husband, who, of course, had witnessed the whole thing (How else could the vibrations have increased as she found herself in the most awkward of positions!). She looked forward to a long hot shared shower and the pleasure of re-living her day's adventure as he took care of her third climax of the day.
