When I woke—it was Sunday morning--I realised that Anya had been awake for some time; she was sitting up at her desk wearing only her collar and a silky dressing gown as she wrote in her diary. "Good morning," I said.
"Good morning, Sir. I didn't realise you were awake."
"I only just woke. How long have you been writing?"
"Just a little while—but I have just finished. Would you like to see, Sir?"
"Mmmm hmm. Pass over what you have written."
Anya passed me the book and I started to read.
Dear Sir,
I can't believe how horny I was when you left me out in the woods. And I don't think you'll believe what happened to me. Really I was there for not very long—perhaps only ten or fifteen minutes before I heard a rustle in the undergrowth. Of course I had no idea what—or who—to expect, so all I could do was stay put and see what happened. Well, suddenly, who should burst upon me, but Blue—the same dog that ripped my dress earlier. He and his owner must have been out walking all afternoon. Anyway, Blue was excited to see me, and jumped up to greet me—his claws scratching at my ass. I couldn't turn to greet him at all... so just had to stand there.
It wasn't long before I heard more footsteps approaching and who should it be, but Blue's owner—the same guy who had had a flash of my tits and pussy when his dog ripped my dress.
"Hello," He said. I remembered my promise to you, and just smiled and nodded. He seemed a little surprised to see me there at all, let along naked and handcuffed to the tree.
