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I did so.
"I want you to out your arms flat behind your back. Please bend them at the elbow so you are holding each elbow in the opposite hand." he firmly nut quietly ordered me to do, as he gently turned me around so that he stood behind me. I heard the opening of a drawer near a built in china cupboard and then felt a cloth sleeve being looped over my arms and between my back and arms. It felt as if something was being pulled, as if the cloth was being tied up as if it were laced. When he finished, my arms, from elbow to wrist were encased in the heavy cloth but my hands were free. It was the first time I had ever been bound in any way, though I had really wanted to try the handcuffs my friend had. The loss of control I felt then and there was profound and extremely erotic. I loved it.
He then instructed me to walk out the back door to the porch. Once out side he said, "now, I know you are eager to give yourself to me as repayment for the prejudice your family has beaten my family down with over the years." He continued, close behind, so I felt his warm breath and firm chest against my upper back and shoulder. "But," he continued, "I like many things. I like to punish, I like to do things that you don't even know of yet. I like to tie women up. I think that there is nothing sexier than when a women is bound in various ways, to various objects, in various locations. I never grow tired of seeing pictures of that Catherine. Or when I can, getting to do that." He paused and then added, "Do you wish to be sexy for me Catherine?"
I answered quickly. "Yes I do sir. And I do know of some things like that. One of my friends has parents who left a movie that could be found by us gals one night during a sleep over . The video showed different gals being tied up in different ways and we secretly watched it. The gals, even the one whose house it was, giggled with equal amounts of fear and curiosity." Even though at the time, all the girls at the sleep over who watched it; claimed to be 'grossed out', including myself, really enjoyed it. We all knew it too. In fact, I knew of one girl had found a way to obtain a set of hand cuffs, she never told us how, and carried them in her purse. I confessed all of this which must have caused him to be taken a back a little.
He then chuckled reassuringly, "well that is good to know my little Catherine. It will certainly hope you a little. But now, we are going to talk a walk down this dirt path. It leads in to what is left of my family's land. It is secluded, but I like to be in the outdoors for some activities. And, you will walk a head of me and at intervals I will stop you and make your walk a bit more difficult for you, and more enjoyable for me. If you get where I want you to be, I will then know that you are truly interested in being my slave.
So, as the day before, with a swat on my bottom, I started walking from the house, this time, down a worn dirt path away from the house and not towards my bike. After a about a hundred or so steps, with him behind me, he reached the end of his lawn and started out into the field that was overgrown with prairie grass, land that was obviously unsuitable for farming, which is why is was not sold. In the distance, the path lead to a forest of pine trees to the right. Further down, it forked to the left to a small creek. Not knowing if this was as far as he wanted me to walk, I hesitated; only to be told to keep walking unless I was having second thoughts about my test and wanted to quit. With out responding or turning, I kept walking.
From behind, he started talking. "My goodness Catherine, you have such lovely long and tight legs. And, I must add, the sway and bounce of that little skirt shows that you have a true treasure of things yet to be seen. However, now we have reached the second stage of the test. I know it is hot in this sun. My family labored in this sun for many generations, no thanks to people like your mother." he said simply. His words continued in the same matter of fact tone, "So, I will give you the same luxuries given to me and my folks. I will start with the modification and then removal of your clothing as you walk. The first being lifting the hem of your skirt to let more air get to that lovely little bottom you have."
With that, he told me to stop and lifted the skirt from behind, gently trailing his fingers of my bare cheeks, causing me to shudder, and tucked the hem into the waist of my skirt. My white thong now clearly visible. Seeing it caused him to whistle. "Well Catherine wearing a slutty little pair of panties like that really speaks to the nature of the girl wearing them. Don't you agree little one?" I turned to look at him with smoldering lust in my eyes and only nodded my agreement to him. What could I say? It did. He prompted me then, "Well little one, keep walking, you have quite a bit left to prove."
So, I walked, with him evidently enjoying the site of my tight thighs and the jiggle of my fiem little bottom with each step. I had to admit, I also found it rewarding. It was thrilling to know that a grown man found looking at my body exciting. I attempted to maintain the same gait and bounce in my sway with out seeming silly. But a sharp slap from his hand to my on uncovered cheek caused me to walk on my tip toes for a couple steps. He said, "I like to watch it bounce when you walk like that. I may do it again."
I had not been aware previously, but he had been taking pictures of me with his camera. As silly as it may sound, the idea of him doing so seemed so erotic that when he asked that I stop to arch my back, I did so with my butt jutting out from under the raised skirt so far that the thong I wore hid nothing as it slid between my lips. After I had finished posing, he tucked the remaining portion of my skirt in to its waist band in front. He remarked that I was clearly soaked through in my little panties and I knew he was right. Of course, they were damp on the ride over. The last swat I took made them flood with my juices. Now with them firmly in the folds of my pussy every step rubbed them against my clit. I was both in agony and ecstacy.
After several more paces, he had me turn so that my narrow behind as well as the rest of my body was silhouetted to the blue sky, next to the dark tree line and the open field. He must have enjoyed the view of my bunched up skirt against my flat tummy and above the swell of my bottom. His enjoyment was, well, pronounced. He had clearly enjoyed watching my narrow waist and slender legs meeting in my tight little bottom as I walked just before. I was thrilled to have caused the bulge in his jeans and impressed by the amount that the jeans were pushed out. There had to be a lot going on in his pants to cause denim to stretch like that.
I thought then I was going to get my first taste of him then and there, but he gave me a couple of swats that must have left hand prints on my bare cheeks and caused me to hop a little each time. But all he did was undo my bra from under my tee shirt and remove it from under of my tee shirt, leaving the tee in place. His hands were strong and rough, like a man accustomed to physical labor. They did linger over the mounds of my breasts as he stood behind me, he groin rubbing up against my ass. Each finger lightly flicking up and then down over my nipples as he lifted and then pulled down my bra. Each movement, feeling like a washboard, caused a bolt of electricity to find the desire in my pussy to be his.
I couldn't stand it any longer. I grabbed with my fingers, not encased in the cloth sleeve which bound my arms, and held his tee shirt. I pulled my self back into him, arching my back, as instructed before by him, and ground my ass against the bulge of his jeans. I moved back and forth, side to side and up and down as rapidly as I could, with as much range or motion as I could muster with out breaking contact from his groin. He just stood there, firm, his erection becoming even more responsive to my body and motions. With out any warning of its severity, I came then and there from the friction of my thong against my clit and the rough denim on my exposed lips. It was the most incredible orgasm I had ever felt. I was certain more so than most other gals would ever feel. It buckled my knees and sent me to the ground in a heap.
There on the dirt path I laid for sometime panting to get my breath back. Getting my tee shirt and thong dirty. He stood over me, his shadow falling over me. After what seemed only like seconds, he assisted my up by lifting me in his powerful arms to my feet. "Come on sweet cheeks, we only have a little ways to go yet," as he pointed down the path towards a lone tree stump. I walked with as much composure and sway as I could on my still rubbery legs. Thank goodness for the energy of youth and the years of tennis had given me. By the time we reached the stump I noticed some things that you couldn't see from a distance.
I saw that the stump was huge, the tree must have been very old when it was felled. I was told that the tree was struck by lightening when his father was just a boy and that the tree was then used by the mill to start his family's legacy as it provided a windfall when an over seas temple wanted to use it for its construction. There was more to the story, which I lost in the glow of the orgasm from before and the gazing upon the stump. In its worn surface, there were several metal hoops, the size if a hand, so I guessed that some rope could be tethered to it easily. In fact, there were five such hoops on the top and there was one on each side of the tree stump.
He said then, "I only thought that it fair that where my family received its first break that your repayment to my family should be made." He then gestured to me to get up to the stump. He then said to answer my first unspoken question, "no, today you will not be tied here." "Not today, but on other days you will be. You see the sun shines over head for some time and there was less fun facts about this location for you, but those too you will discover in due time."
"However, for now, you will start with sucking my cock!" I got to my knees facing him, when he pulled the bottom of my tee shirt over my head so that the shirt stayed looped over my arms but my head was out of it. The sweat of my body making the shirt damp. By bare breast were open to the hot air. My nipples, now unconstrained were as pronounced as they ever had been, I could feel the trickle of sweat from my raised shirt slowly falling to the middle of my breasts and down my stomach. He then unzipped his jeans and he pulled them down to his knees.
He wasn't wearing any underwear and his cock sprang directly outwards. Its large purple head was larger then the handle of my tennis racquet. The tip of his cock was not fully closed and the slit seemed to be rather longer than it should have been. I was certain that I could get a finger into it. Below that hung two tennis ball sized balls. The shaft of this bobbing cock was thicker than my tennis racquet. It was then I noticed with odd clarity that his shaft was slightly larger in the middle and tapered to its head where it again grew larger.
