13 comments/  76916 views/  14 favorites

Exposed

By: sophia jane



I didn't question him, not when he told me to remove my clothes and go out onto our sixth floor balcony, not when he left me standing there, alone, for several minutes, not even when I felt him approach me. I stood, my hands on the railing as he'd instructed, and waited. He remained still behind me, his body close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his body, but not close enough for him to warm my cooling flesh.

Finally, I felt his fingers trickle down my spine, and my back instinctively arched under his touch. He removed his hand, and again, I waited, silent.

I felt his breath, hot against my ear, "Good girl."

My nipples hardened immediately, as they always did when he said those words. I smiled to myself, careful to keep my reaction from showing visibly, As always I was content simply knowing that I pleased him. His hand slid down my shoulder, down my arm, and to my hand, which he efficiently fastened to the rail with a length of nylon rope.

I breathed in sharply, realizing his intention, but still I did not move. I did not question. Instead I waited, calming my breath, as he fastened my other hand to the rail. The ropes were tight, and I felt the nylon rub roughly against the skin of my wrist.

"Spread your legs," he whispered.

I opened my legs wider, leaving plenty of room between them for whatever he intended.

I felt his absence immediately, and I realized he had left me alone again on the balcony. Only this time, I would be unable to cover myself if someone happened to see me.

Minutes passed, how many it was impossible to know. I entertained myself by watching the traffic and people on the street below. We were on our second visit to San Antonio, and our hotel room, as he had specifically requested, looked out over the River Walk. Standing there, I realized why he had wanted the room- not to view the River walk, as I had previously thought, but so that the River walk could view me. I didn't know whether I was more embarrassed or aroused, and I suspected that had been his intention.

Finally, I heard the rustle of movement behind me. I did not turn my head because I knew from experience that if I moved from my instructed position, I would be punished. So instead, I stood and waited for him to reveal his intentions.

It didn't take long. A quick cut through the air and the sting of a flogger landed across my back. My breath caught more from the surprise than the pain. Another lash across my ass cheeks, and I knew instinctively that the next would land across my thighs. He knew the sting aroused me, and I knew the power he felt striking me with the flogger aroused him.

I lost count of the lashes as he covered my skin, striking as much as he could. I did not move. He had trained me well, and I could accept his floggings without a flinch, though it had taken many practices.

"Good girl," he whispered, setting the flogger down on a nearby chair. "You like that people can see you, can see you naked and being flogged, can see you like the slut you are."

I sucked in a breath at his words. It did turn me on being so vulnerable and exposed in such a precarious location. I no longer cared that someone might see me because I was so focused on him. The cool breeze against the sting of my skin was almost shocking, and it aroused me even more.

I felt his hand slide down my hip, down my thigh and over my knee to my calf. I loved the way his hands felt on my body- the contrasts in him from pain to tenderness. Sometimes he would spank me so hard that I cried, other times he didn't strike me at all, but always he followed with a tender touch, reassuring me.

He had one hand on each ankle and slowly, inch by inch, slid them up my legs until his fingers rested just under my ass. I felt his breath on the small of my back, and I knew he was kneeling behind me. Gently, his fingers reached between my legs, separating my labia and opening my pussy. One finger slightly dipped into my cunt, and I knew he would find it wet.

He laughed, and I felt the rumble of it against my back. "You're wet from standing here and getting flogged. Such a slut." With that, he bit down, hard, on the flesh of my right hip. My body tightened as I attempted to control my reaction. Being bitten was my weakness, and he knew it.

He bit down on my other hip, just as he pushed two fingers completely into my pussy. It took all my focus to remain quiet and still.

"You can speak now, pet. Do you like this?"

"Oh yes, Sir," I sighed, grateful to at least be allowed to make noise again.

"I have a surprise for you. Would you like to see it?"

"Oh yes, Sir." 

"Good girl," he said, removing his fingers from me. I felt empty without him inside me, but I bit my lip to keep any sign of protest from escaping.

I felt something push into me; I expected it to be a dildo, but I soon realized it was a small egg that fit nicely inside my pussy.

"Close your legs and hold it in," he told me as he moved away. "Do not move, but feel free to speak. I want to hear your moans." Again, I found myself alone on the balcony, and I wondered what he meant about hearing me moan. My questions were answered when the vibrations began: he was controlling the egg with a remote from inside the hotel room. Just the idea of it made me moan, but the pleasure of the vibrating egg made me whimper. I held my body still as an orgasm began to build inside me. The vibrations increased, and I knew he was watching me, reading my body to see what I needed.

"Oh God," I cried as the climax rolled through me. But still the vibrations continued, and my body quivered both from the tension of holding still and from the pleasure of another building orgasm. He had trained me to give into my orgasms, to come as often as he allowed me to.

The vibrations stopped after the second orgasm; I struggled to return my breathing to normal and to keep my body upright. I was relaxed and weak, my limbs heavy. Just as I had regained my composure, the fastest vibrations yet ripped through my pussy, moving quickly through my body.

"Do not come."

My mind immediately drifted, trying to detach from the sensations in my pussy.

"Kneel."

Carefully, slowly, so as not to disturb the egg, I kneeled in front of the railing and waited.

He moved next to me, and I saw that he, too, was naked. I smiled mentally, knowing what he would ask of me.

"Turn toward me." Awkwardly, I shifted my body as best as I could, turning my face even further toward him. It was an uncomfortable position, and I knew he wanted it to be.

He reached into my hair, fisting it tightly, and pulled my head roughly toward his cock. I opened my mouth for him, and he thrust his cock between my lips, fucking my face as he had fucked my pussy numerous times: without restraint or mercy. I struggled to keep up with his pace, to keep my head turned enough toward him because his fist in my hair gave me no room for failure. There is no technique to having one's face fucked, there is no slow exploration of his cock or teasing licks and strokes; it is only accepting what is given. The steady buzz in my cunt barely registered, I was so entirely focused on pleasing him.

Just as I sensed the tightness in his body that indicated his impending orgasm, he pulled abruptly back from my face, his hand releasing my hair.

"Stand up and lean over the rail. I want your ass."

I quickly obeyed, careful not to dislodge the still vibrating egg. I leaned over the railing, my breasts resting on the cool metal, and I became intensely aware of how many people could potentially see me getting fucked in the ass, only six floors up from the crowded San Antonio streets.

Behind me, I heard him lubing his cock, and I shivered knowing how much he enjoyed anal sex. His hand reached into my hair again and I knew he was anchoring himself. His other hand held tight to my hip as he gradually slid into my ass, and I tried to relax around him. I knew he could feel the vibrations of the egg against his cock. He began to move, in and out, small thrusts at first and then deeper, fuller strokes.

I moaned, and he whispered, "Good girl. Count to ten, and then come for me, baby."

Silently, I began my count, focusing my mind and my body on the pleasure of the egg in my cunt and his cock in my ass. When I reached five, he slipped his hand from my hip to my clit, stroking across it with urgency. I knew he must be close to his own orgasm. My body trembled beneath him, the orgasm building and building until I could give into it.

"That's it, baby," he moaned. Hearing the pleasure in his voice, I could no longer hold back my orgasm, and my whole body quivered in climax. Behind me, he plunged a final time into my ass and came inside me. I gasped, my breath coming fast, as I tried to regain control of my body.

He turned off the egg and gently removed it from my pussy. He untied my hands next, stroking his fingers over the marks left on my skin from the rope.

"Beautiful," he said and smiled.

Exposed



The sun shone through the curtains as slave sue woke. she opened her eyes to find Master watching her. He was sitting on the bed in His robe and He bent forward to kiss her. 'Good morning, my pet,' He said. 'I have a surprise for you this morning'. slave sue smiled sleepily. Master's surprises might be fun, or embarrassing, or erotic, but she loved them all.

The door bell rang, and Master was clearly expecting someone. 'Wait here,' He said. slave sue lay back in bed and tried to listen as He answered the door, but Master was speaking too softly. she could hear a man talking to Him. The door was closed and Master returned to the bedroom. He picked up a blindfold from the bedside table and told slave to put it on. When her eyes were covered, He pulled back the covers and told her to step out of bed. she stood beside the bed as He tidied it, then He helped her back onto it, so she lay naked across it, on top of the covers. 'Put your feet on either side of the window pet,' He said. slave did as she was told, with a little help. Then she heard Master open the curtains and realised that she was exposed to anyone who might be outside. 

'Finger!', He ordered, and slave reached down to touch her pussy lips, finding herself wet already. Then she heard a noise. It was the window cleaner! she blushed with embarrassment, imagining what he could see as he washed the glass. she was glad Master had blindfolded her so that she could not see the man's face. she felt Master's breath on her cheek and He whispered in her ear, 'Give him a good show pet, he is cleaning our windows for nothing!' Then she felt Master's fingers holding her labia apart and her fingers felt for her engorged clit. she was so wet and horny by now and she was very close to cumming. Master heard her short breaths and little moans and He smiled. 'The window cleaner is almost done here pet, make sure you cum before he finishes.' slave sue needed no further encouragement and her fingers rubbed furmly as she pushed herself over the edge. 'Thank You Master,' she sighed, and she felt His lips kiss her little button. 'Good girl,' He told her, and she heard the curtains being closed again. 

Master was also feeling horny, so He knelt over His slave and used her soft mouth for His pleasure, finally spilling His cum over her breasts before He allowed her to remove the blindfold. Master ordered slave to rub His cum into her breasts, then they lay together for a while and kissed, and Master explained His plans for the day.

'This was just the start of your exposure training today, My pet,' He said. 'It's a lovely day and I want to display you. There is a competition for living statues at the park, and I have entered you as Venus.' He smiled as slave realised what kind of statue she might have to be, and blushed again. 'After you have showered and we have eaten, I am going to cover your body and hair with white make-up. I will enjoy doing that, I'm sure,' He smiled again.

After breakfast, slave was told to stand completely still as Master covered her in the thick white greasepaint. He paid particular attention to her nipples, squeezing them tight to make them stand out, and He used long slow strokes to coat her outer labia. slave was desperately horny for Him, but knew He had no intention of filling her cunt with His manhood til much later. When He was finished, He led her to the mirror so that she could see herself. 'Find a good pose that you can hold for at least 15 minutes', He told her. slave posed as a statue until she found a position they both liked, then Master draped a sheet over her arms and around her body, making sure that nothing important was covered. 'We will drive to the park,' He said. I have put a sheet on the car seat, but you can't be covered as the make-up might rub off.' So slave sue sat naked in the car and they drove to the park. she was then led, naked apart from the sheet, to the central area where the competition was to be held, trying to avoid the stares of the people they passed on the way. Master seemed very happy to be displaying her and she was glad she was pleasing Him.

They signed in to the competition and slave sue was made to stand on a small podium. Master told her to take up her position and He draped the sheet lightly over her arms, making sure her breasts, cunt and bottom were all exposed. slave was very aware of her nakedness, but the make-up made her feel a little less vulnerable. Master stood back and admired her, and she knew He was proud to show her off. He told her to stand very still as the judges were approaching. The competitors were all standing in a circle and she couldn't see the others as she was facing outwards. The judges arrived and they stood and discussed her for what seemed like ages. One of the men came closer and examined her in detail, making her very embarrassed but also turning her on. Then they moved on to the next competitor. Master sat back on a nearby park bench and watched as others passed by and admired His slavegirl. 

Several men walked up to her and looked very closely at her cunt, admiring its shaven beauty, until slave could feel her juices running down inside her vagina. she looked down and saw that the make-up was starting to run and she looked to Master. He came over and decided they would leave. 'I'm not really interested in the competition results pet', He explained. 'It was just a nice opportunity to have you exposed in public.' He helped her down from the podium and they walked slowly back to the car.

Back home, Master allowed slave to shower and He helped her wash the make-up from her hair. Then He led her to the bedroom and made slow, passionate love to her until they both came. They fell asleep in each others' arms.

Later, Master woke His slave and told her they had been invited to a party that evening. He had already decided what she would wear and had laid it out on the bed: black hold-up stockings and a sheer black dress. Nothing else, apart from her heels and jewellery, was to be allowed. slave washed and got ready, applying her make-up and nail varnish to Master's specifications, and dressing in the clothes He had chosen. Eventually she presented herself to Him for inspection, feeling very sexy. Master had her stand with her legs wide and her hands behind her head. Then He ran His hands up her legs and over her mons to ensure she was smooth. He inserted His finger into her cunt and was pleased to find she was still wet, a fine mixture of His juices and hers. He gave her His finger to suck, then kissed her lightly on the lips so as not to smear her lipstick. 'You look lovely pet', He said, and slave smiled with happiness.

slave sure was very conscious of the thin material of her dress and her naked body showing through it, especially in the cool night air as they went out to the car. Master instructed her to pull up her hem and spread her legs for His pleasure as they drove to the party.

They arrived at a large Gothic-style hotel and Master told slave to stand still as He fastened on her collar. He led her up the entrance steps and into a large room full of Masters and their slaves, nodding to some that He knew. she recognised one of them as the judge in the park who had taken such an interest in her silky pussy. They were given drinks and slave stood quietly with Master, her eyes lowered, as He chatted to friends. Although she didn't look directly at the men in the room, she was aware that some of them were taking an interest in her body, and she smiled a little to herself, knowing that this would please Master.

After a while, having had two or three glasses of wine on an empty stomach, slave began to feel drowsy. she whispered to Master that she needed to sit down, but He smiled. 'The wine was drugged. I have more plans for your training, My pet', He said. 'Come with me.'

slave followed Him to a large, deeply-carpeted staircase and they went up and along a corridor. Master opened a door and they entered a large room with a high ceiling and large windows draped with red velvet. The bed had only a single sheet covering it. 'Strip,' said Master, and slave removed her dress quickly. 'Stockings too,' He said, and she rolled them down and removed them. 'Now lie on your back under the sheet and spread your legs'. slave got into the bed and covered herself with the sheet. 'You may sleep if you wish pet, but stay in that position', Master told her, 'I will be back shortly'.

The room was dimly lit and slave sue found her eyes closing. she awoke to feel the sheet being pulled slowly over her legs, but she was still drowsy and assumed it was Master. she closed her eyes and fell into semi-consciousness, feeling the material slide slowly upwards as first her legs and then her cunt were exposed. she heard a voice, a man asking if he might touch. Then Master spoke from a distance, agreeing, and she felt the man's hand very softly on her legs. she was fully aware of what was happening to her but helpless to do anything, and anyway Master was there, so she just lay still. The hand continued upwards and she felt him stroke her pussy lips. 'So smooth', he said, and Master laughed. 'My slave is very good at that', He said proudly. 

she heard murmuring and realised that there were others in the room. Other hands began to touch her, and each one stroked her pussy lightly. she could feel her body responding even though her head was spinning, and she could do nothing to stop them even if she had wanted to. Then the sheet was removed and she was lying naked and completely exposed. Flashes went off and she realised that one of the men was taking pictures of her smooth cunt. she heard Master telling the man that he wanted the photos to be kept betwen His private friends, so that slave would know that they know every inch of her body, but also that the photos were safe. she could feel her juices flowing and started to reach down to touch herself, but stopped as she remembered that she was in Master's presence and had not been given permission. One of the men commented that she needed to be seen to, and she heard laughter from the others. Master asked His friends to leave so that He could attend to His own needs as well as His slave's.

The last of them left and Master closed the door. He took off His clothes and came to stand at the foot of the bed. 'Well done, pet', He said, 'I am very pleased with your progress today, and I have been told that you won the competition too. Master is going to reward you now'. slave looked up and could make out His silhouette and His large erection standing proud over her. she sighed and laid back, a smile on her lips as Master entered her and took her into sub-space once again... 



Exposed



Some of you ladies know what I mean. When a strong, manly man takes control of me, I can just melt. He can make me do things - willingly - that I would never think of doing. But with him leading me, I not only do it, it turns me on so much that I love doing it.

I didn't notice this part of my personality in high school, probably because the boys were mostly unsure of themselves. They were inexperienced, cautious, interested in themselves, excitable - well, you know. But in college, the boys - men! - had more experience and knew what they wanted to do. And they knew what they wanted the women to do. And also were interested in experimenting with more than just regular sex, and that pleased me very much.

I am very attractive to men. I have been told that I give off the feeling of wanting sex, of being good at it, and even perhaps wanting to be dominated. I don't wish to sound conceited, but in truth my average height is the only thing average about me. Not beautiful but cute, a thin shapely figure and fairly large breasts, I seem to always attract attention from men, wanted or not. 

During normal sex I can take the lead, but am much happier when the man does. I get even more excited if he becomes dominant, "forcing" me to do what he wants. Now this is important - I DO NOT mean pain. By forcing, I simply mean dominant, not making me do things I don't really want to do, but making me do the things I really want to, but may not admit it. I know - women can be quite complicated.

One One of my first good examples of this happened on a Saturday night at college when we were having a party at someone's apartment. Not an actual party, but like most in college simply a gathering of kids drinking and perhaps doing some light drugs. One guy in particular had been flirting with me, and soon we seemed to be a couple for the evening.

In the kitchen for another drink, we were talking and I ended up leaning back into "Bill." He had his arms around me, feeling my stomach, talking into and nibbling my ear, getting me excited.

"It's a great view from here," he said.

"What?" I asked. "What are you looking at?"

"Oh, I'm just looking - down," he said.

I tried looking at his eyes, but couldn't turn that far. I looked down, and assumed he was staring at my cleavage. He did have quite a view down my low-cut scoop neck peasant blouse. "Do you like that?" I asked, trying to sound flirty.

"I do. A lot," he answered. He must have felt encouraged by my reaction. At least I hoped so. His right hand moved up to cup my breast. A small shock shot through me at his touch. I gasped as he squeezed it with his hand while his thumb and finger pinched my nipple. I felt entirely in his control as he turned me on with just one hand. There is a reason that I don't wear a bra at parties.

"But I think this would be better." With that, he reached up and took my low cut blouse in his fingers and pulled down, exposing me as the material caught underneath my bare breast. I was shocked, standing there with a breast completely exposed to whoever might be looking. I wasn't prepared for him doing any such thing. My eyes closed in the simple pleasure of his touch, as well as the excitement of feeling my naked breast there for anyone to see.

I was more shocked as his hand settled in my cleavage, his open palm sliding over my other breast. As it slid, taking full advantage to feel all the flesh I had, it pulled my blouse over my other breast, now exposing my chest fully. With the material tucked under my breasts, Bill lightly stroked my bare flesh as another couple who had recently entered the room looked on in surprise. I saw movement in the doorway, assuming at least one other person was looking, but I paid little attention. I was so excited by his touch, and surprisingly by being publicly exposed, that I could feel my panties getting wet.

I reached my hands around behind me, and settled them in his crotch where I found his prominent erection. I held onto it, mostly simply a reaction to the shocks shooting through my body. Bill was certainly encouraged by my actions as he squeezed my breasts and pinched my nipples hard. 

This seemed to last for minutes, though I'm sure it was much less than that. Bill sucked on my earlobe and kissed my neck, then pushed himself away from the counter, me with him. He guided me toward the door. With his arm around my shoulder guiding me, my erect nipples led the way. I realized that we were walking into the living room where the rest of the people were, and my breasts were totally bare for all to see, but I felt as if it was happening to someone else and I was just a spectator.

I later heard that a couple people didn't see us cut through the room and head into the bedroom, but most of the 10 or 12 there watched, surprised to see a nice set of tits displayed so openly. I remember a vague feeling of regret as we entered the bedroom, because no longer was I displaying myself to the crowd. This was a surprising feeling, but my mind was too much in a fog to be able to register my many feelings or sort out my thoughts - though I was proud to hear some murmurs of approval.

Bill turned me around to face him as he kissed my neck, my ears, my lips. His hands enjoyed my breasts until his lips moved down to take their place. I felt myself falling backwards, and I landed on the bed. Bill's mouth was now on my stomach, but that was soon covered as he pulled my skirt up. I felt his mouth on my mound as my panties were pulled down.

My panties came off easily as my butt was just barely on the bed, my legs completely off. I felt relief to have my pussy bared, because it was hot. My panties were soaked and had been clinging to me. Bill's mouth was missing for only a few seconds while he removed my panties, then it was back. Evidently he was pulling his own pants off at this time.

He kissed my pussy lips, then I felt his tongue insert itself between my lips. He pushed in, then licked up the entire length. He did this twice before I felt his fingers reach in to pull my lips apart. I looked down to see his head buried between my legs and saw some people at the bedroom door watching us. My body tingled with excitement at the display I was giving them. He licked my slit again, this time deeper, slower, then stopping at my hole. His tongue pushed into my hole while I felt myself leaking. He covered my pussy completely with his mouth, then sucked in my juices. I was near to cumming at this point, and when he licked up my slit to my clit, I exploded. I was in heaven.

When I finished my orgasm, he raised up to begin sucking on my tits. That's when I felt his erection on my thigh, on my other thigh, and quickly then in my slit. He rubbed it up and down my slit for a moment, getting his shaft wet.

"Ready?" he asked.

"YES,' I yelled, annoyed that he would even ask. Wasn't it obvious? "DO IT!"

With the head of his dick lodged in my hole, his hands lifted my thighs into the air so that he could stand up with our groins aligned. I wrapped my legs around him so that they didn't hang loose, crossing my ankles.

All lined up now, his dick was pushing slowly but firmly and steadily deep into me. I heard a long, low, growl of a moan that lasted the entire time it took for him to sink into me. I thought at first it was him, but realized it was me moaning. It felt so good to feel his dick pushing my insides slowly apart deep within me.

He paused deep within me for a moment, then pulled slowly out. Sinking inside again, a little faster this time, I moaned again. Then he pulled out and pushed in - hard. He began pounding into me forcefully, and I heard myself moaning loudly now, as my body absorbed his force. My legs pulled him in tightly with each of his thrusts so he could pound me harder.

He continued this for several minutes, my mind reeling with the feeling of his manhood inside of me. I spread my thighs as wide as possible, allowing deeper penetration. I was loving the feeling of his dick in me, and my body was wracked with another shattering orgasm. As soon as that was over he stopped abruptly. He pulled out of me, and I moaned my displeasure.

I soon found out what he was doing, however. His strong arms wrapped around my body and lifted me up off the bed, turning me over at the same time. I was now face down now and reached my arms down to protect me. My knees bent to support my lower half, and suddenly I found myself on the edge of the bed on all fours. Bill's hands were on my hips and ass, then pushed my thighs apart. I gladly obliged as his hand rubbed my slit, his finger slipping into my hole for a moment.

He stepped up to the edge of the bed, his erect penis reaching my pussy. As his hands held my hips steady, his dick pushed at my hole and then stroked into me. His second stroke reached deeper than ever before, and I cried out - in surprise, not pain, but it seemed to please him. He moaned while increasing the speed of each thrust. 

I was moaning with each thrust now, as was he, and I tried to turn my head enough to look at him. I could not turn that far, but as I turned I saw the door to the bedroom, which we had never closed, and was pleased to see many faces staring in at us. I thought I was embarrassed, but instead seemed to be turned on even more. 

As I pictured in my mind what they were seeing, I felt another orgasm coming on. I thought of them seeing Bill's dick driving into my pussy, my bare ass thrust up into the air to receive the pounding. I could feel my breasts hanging beneath me, bouncing around with each thrust. Again I felt outside of my body, as if standing with the others in the doorway watching me get drilled.

I cried out as an orgasm shot through my body, radiating all over from my pussy. I could no longer control my excited body, and I collapsed onto the bed. My arms splayed out, my face fell onto the bed as I screamed my release into the mattress. My ass stayed up in the air since Bill had a good hold of my hips, and he continued driving hard into my spasming body as we were watched. I seemed to roll right into another orgasm.

I felt his dick swell inside me, and he soon was spurting his cum deep inside my pussy. I think I was still cumming as I looked again at the doorway and the faces staring at our display. My senses were totally overwhelmed. I remember feeling Bill's dick pulling out of me, but that was the last thing I remembered until I woke up. He truly had fucked me senseless.

I must have slept for only a couple of minutes, but when I awoke I was alone in the room. I wondered about the show I must have given everyone even as I slept, as I was off the bed from the waist down, my ass hanging off the mattress and my legs spread wide, displaying a good view of my pussy from behind. I stumbled to my feet, pulling my skirt down and pulling my blouse up and over my breasts. I didn't think to look for my panties.

I was still in a fog, wondering where Bill was, among other things. I looked in the kitchen, but it was empty. There were two couples in the living room making out, at least half undressed and feeling each other up enthusiastically. I heard noises coming from the other bedroom, but some of the people were missing.

As there was noone to ask, and not knowing what else to do, I let myself out of the apartment and headed toward home. My mind was hardly clear enough to think of the directions, but I made it there and promptly fell asleep. I would hear stories about that evening for a long time from people who were there and even from people who weren't, but I never regretted what happened. In fact, I believe it led to some other exciting events that I would enjoy as well.



Exposed



I looked on in horror at what had just happened. All my attempts to keep my true identity secret had been snatched from me in that one cold moment when Charles Wild, Skipper of the Golden Eagle, grabbed my shirt and it came away in his hands. 

His eyes focused on the bindings that held my breasts in place to give the impression I was a boy. I saw the lust in his eyes and realised I could no longer hide under the name of Jack Jones. My greater fear was that I would be exposed as Rose Turner; eighteen year old daughter of Robert Turner hanged, drawn and quartered by the King's men for refusing to recognise Anne Boleyn as the lawful Queen of England.

As Wild stared at me I knew I was faced with a choice. I could either come willingly to his bed or he would hand me over to the authorities as soon as we returned to London. Without a shadow of a doubt I would die a painful death because not only was I a Catholic, I had also killed one of Cromwell's men when they came into our home to arrest my father. 

The King had passed a decree that anyone who would not accept the validity of his marriage to Anne Boleyn and his authority as head of the Church in England would be guilty of high treason. Already Sir Thomas More and Bishop Fisher had paid with their lives and now anyone who publicly shared their views was in danger.

London was a difficult place to grow up in and I recall how I used to be teased by other girls because of how I dressed. I had always been what you could term a "Tomboy" dressing in boys clothes because I found dresses hindered me when playing boy's games. I remember my father once chiding me for being too unfeminine and telling me I would never get a husband or have children to ease the loss brought upon him when my mother died giving birth to me. I remember turning on him and saying "Dad, that's not me. I'm not that type of girl."

My Father was a Tanner who made his living turning leather into sandals and saddles which, from the age of twelve I would take to the market to sell.

Children can be cruel when they sense someone is different to them. Often I would come home to find rubbish had been tipped into our garden and I had to clean it. On other occasions the boys would try to disrupt my work and that is how I learned to fight. Many times my father would be visited by angry parents whose son had been given a black eye by his daughter. We made enemies that way and those enemies were swift to inform on my father's views. 

One afternoon I came home from market to find the King's men at our house. My father was already in chains and I knew I would soon follow. Seeing a large stone on the ground I picked it up and threw it at one of the men holding my father. I can still hear the crack as his skull opened like an egg shell and blood and brains gushed from the wound as he fell to the ground dying. My father shouted for me to run and I managed to escape to a side tavern where I hid in the cellar for days feeding on the foul rubbish tipped onto the floor by those who ate there. I was fourteen years old, homeless and orphaned.

One of the customers was Charles Wild and one night I overheard him saying he needed a new cabin boy. In the cellar I found some bindings with which I bound my growing breasts firmly beneath my shirt and as Wild was leaving I stepped out and approached him. He looked at me seriously and for a moment I thought he had discovered my secret. He asked my age and questioned why didn't even have any facial stubble. 

Then said he didn't care what I looked like as long as I could do the work. He hired me for one voyage to Calais to see how I worked. He must have been impressed because I stayed for four years. During that time my body completed its transformation. My breasts grew even larger so my bands became tighter and every month I had to endure my monthly cycle while ensuring there was no evidence. 

Sometimes when we were in port the men would go ashore chasing women or visiting the brothels. Many times I was encouraged to join them but I was able to make an excuse by saying I needed the money to save for my wedding to a fictitious girl. 

While others went ashore I earned extra money by washing the decks and cleaning Wild's quarters. I cooked for him, cleaned for him and slept in a hammock above his bed every night as he brought different women into his bed and satisfied his lust. He had no shame and would tell his whores I was the only virgin in his crew and was allowed to watch so I could get a worldly education. Sometimes he would ask me if I wanted to share one of his women but respected me when I said I only had desires for one girl.  

The day I was exposed as a girl began like any other. There was some unrest among the crew because they had heard there was another possibility of war between England and France and some feared the ship could be attacked. We had just set sail from Calais and were due to be in London three days later. There were rumours the King sought to requisition some of the Merchant ships and we would be boarded on our return. Wild held a paper in his hand that said he would be paid for each man he could release for the Navy and while some agreed to go others were not interested including me for obvious reasons. 

There was treble money on offer for any captain who gave the Navy a man under the age of twenty one. I refused to agree and Wild turned and locked the door refusing to let me leave until I made my mark on the paper. A struggle took place during which I managed to throw the pen on the floor. Then as Wild grabbed me my shirt came away and my identity was exposed. 

His mind went back to four years before as his eyes narrowed and he said "You're that girl! The one everyone was talking about. Do you know how much trouble you could cause for me?" I shook my head as my eyes filled with tears and he continued "But, maybe we can come to some arrangement that will satisfy both of us." 

He emphasised the word 'satisfy' and I knew exactly what he wanted. My mind raced ahead and I wondered how he would treat my virginity. "I've ... I've never been with a man" I struggled to say "I'm not like that ... I wouldn't know what to do." My mouth became dry and my heart began to thump as I came to terms with reality. 

"You should know what to do" Wild responded "you've seen it enough times." Then a smile bowed his lips as he continued "but you haven't seen me take a virgin have you? I've forgotten what it's like."

"I'll fight you!" I threatened "You won't enjoy it ... you know who I am and my reputation. I fight better than a lot of men. And you know I have killed before".

"That just shows how little you know little one" Wild said as he moved towards me "virginity is so highly prized most men would enjoy the struggle." He grabbed me and pushed me to the ground before turning and ensured the door was still locked. "And I wouldn't shout for help if I was you" he said firmly "if you do I'll throw you to the men and you would be dead by tonight after over fifty horny cocks have had their way in your womb."

Getting up I knew I was about to become a woman before I had even had time to be a girl. "Please don't make me do this" I begged "I don't want a baby. Please, please don't!"

"A baby might save your life" Wild said "the King won't execute a pregnant woman or a nursing mother." He advanced on me and reached upwards to untie my hair that cascaded down my back. He pulled me to him and his mouth claimed mine. I spluttered and fought trying to push him away but he reached for the tapes and released my breasts. 

"Just think" he said as he stood back admiring them "no hand has ever touched those rose bud nipples." Instead of coming towards me he took his shirt off exposing his hairy muscular chest.

"No!" I said in shock "I beg you, don't ... no!" I looked in stunned horror as his hands went down to his breaches and released them. There in front of me was the erect leaking shaft that would wrench my virginity from me. Again I said "This isn't me, I'm not like this." 

Wild jumped at me, spun me round and pushed me onto the bed. Forcing himself on top of me I felt his hands begin to caress my breasts and a strange unfamiliar sensation began to arise. My previously untouched nipples began to harden and I felt my heart beat quicken. "Please ... no ... stop" I couldn't complete the sentence because my mouth was taken again by his and to my shock and horror I found myself groaning as the warm thrill in my nipples began to travel down my body to my stomach and then 'down there'! Something inside me wanted Wild to touch me 'there'. 

Wild produced a knife and with it sliced through my breaches exposing my sex. I struggled as he tore at the waste strap and ripped them away. Again he kissed me and took my right hand and guided down to his cock. "I can't do this" I said as I tried to get off the bed but he was too strong and held me firm.

"Are you really a virgin?" he asked. "Someone must have had you surely" then he kissed my left nipple making it stand hard as he took a gentle bite with his teeth. "But there is a way to find out isn't there?" he asked with a tease and I found myself nodding agreement as he placed my hand on his leaking cock.

Next his hand found my pubic hair and with his middle right finger he engaged my slit. I had never even touched myself down there so I had no idea what to expect as I felt his finger invade and I was strangely curious.

"Please ... no ... no ..." I struggled to protest as it felt so right to be touched there. "I ... I'm not that type of girl" I sighed as he manoeuvred himself until his shaft was above my entrance. "I ... can't ..." I felt my pubic hair bristle as slowly he began to enter.

As I felt him up against my hymen his eyes narrowed "It seems you are a virgin" he said as he pulled back and held my gaze before ramming forward tearing my innocence from me "or you were!" he said as I screamed in pain. I felt it rip and there was a warm feeling down there as my virgin blood began to leak on to the bedding. 

"I begged you" I sobbed "I pleaded with you not to do this." Wild allowed me to adjust to the pain before beginning to slowly move up and down, in and out. "Now ... please, please don't spill inside me. I can't have a baby."

By now he was moving steadily and a strange sensation began to build. I found my hips were moving in unison with his thrusts and the pain which had been intense was being replaced by a dull ache. I began to hold onto his hips to ensure he remained in place because of a primeval fear he would leave me before fulfilment.

I knew without being told that he was near to spilling his seed and to my horror the muscles deep inside my sex clamped hard on his shaft to ensure they milked him of every single sperm. Then it happened! The pain was gone and I found myself raising my hips to him. A warm glow began to build as I embraced my first ever orgasm.

A thrill no words can describe built in my womb before gushing forth into my sex accompanied by an explosion of love juice that bathed his shaft preparing him for his fulfilment. At the same time my nipples became rock hard against his chest and in one single scream I called his name out loud. As I did his cock became rock hard, twitched and then exploded inside me. 

His seed rushed forth over powering my juices before accompanying them into my untouched womb. My muscles held firm as I bucked against him allowing wave after wave to splash deep inside me as I screamed in such intensity of pleasure I thought I would die.

Whether our orgasms faded or I passed out in passion I do not know. But I found myself lying gently in his arms as his tender lips soothed my forehead. Eventually we had to get up and as I did small remnants of his spent semen together with my own juices and virgin blood ran down my legs.

All that happened twenty years ago. Wild and I stayed together and managed to make our way to Scotland where we married. We now have seven children, the first, my beautiful daughter Alice, I believe was conceived that night. 

Sometimes I think back and recall the conversation I had with my father all those years ago when he said I would one day have a husband and many children. I recall my response "Dad, that's not me. I'm not that type of girl."

How wrong can a girl be?



Exposed



National Nude Day was coming up. I was only just realizing my future ways. I hadn't planned this as a step toward a lifestyle; I just felt that this was a chance to be exposed in a socially safe way. It was either this or being a model in a life drawing class, but in life drawing, you're not supposed to get hard.

"Why do you come here? What is your name? Do you know what we do here? She never gave me a chance to speak, but it didn't matter because her flowing black hair and blue eyes had me mesmerized. Add that tiny waist and pair of thirty eights and I was slain.

"Well, uh, I heard..."

"What did you hear? Who did you talk to?" She wasn't the most patient woman, but she was gorgeous.

"Solie"

"Madam Solie? How do you know her, where did you meet?"

"I ... uh ... Well, believe it or not, I met her at the grocery store. Uh, she was very forward. She simply slipped her hand inside my belt and felt my ass."

"That's Madam! Ok come on in ... you know you'll be getting naked right? I nodded. She said, "My name is Claire, I'll be your controller. Go into the next room and strip. Then climb onto the coffee table on all fours. No, better yet. Just walk in and talk to Rani. She'll tell you what to do."

45 miles outside of a small town in upstate New York an Elizabethan mansion stands in a copse of Northern Spruce that is dotted with maple and white birch trees. The house sits well back, up a half mile drive on a hilltop overlooking a calm blue lake. 

Everything, it seemed, was perfect.

Since it's a private lake it was quiet, there is no one out on the dock tonight. The air is cool. There are lights in a couple of cottages on the other side. Female laughter echoes easily across the lake ensuring that there is activity and even partying on the far shore. 

Once inside I was impressed by this newly refurbished classic structure. Inside the door a foyer with a fireplace framed by tiny laid tiles and appointed by dark hardwoods, welcomed you. Off to the right I glanced at sitting room laid out and styled in the fashion of the era. This was the kind of room that no one sits in because it was so perfect. To the left a large table stood in what was clearly the dining room and beyond that could be seen activity in the kitchen. A strange set of stairs ran up, immediately next to the hearth. 

Half way up, they split. Turning to the right, at the landing took you up to the second floor. If you went forward you went down about five steps. Down took you into the living room, from which I could hear voices, feminine voices!

I had been staying with my friend Ander and his mother Helena back in town, a former Swedish settlement, now turned college town, nestled into the foothills of the Catskills. Mixed in with the stunning descendants of northern Europe was a growing population comprised of émigrés from Bangalore and other exotic places attracted by the research going on at St Olaf's Hospital and the fertility clinic attached to the university. In my second year post grad, I studied psychology. 

The mansion and it was much more than a cottage was totally refurbished, luxuriously appointed, cozy and comfortable. As I stepped down into the living room the first thing I saw was Mrs. Rani Das sitting on the stuffed cushioned sofa. Her back was to a picture window beyond which was the lake which you could still see in the fading dusk and shadows through the trees. The draperies were still open. 

She was a stunning woman of Indian extraction, a mother and an administrator who worked at the clinic in town. Several faces that I recognized from the university were there, all women, though I didn't know their names except for Claire and Rani. Madam Solie was not to be seen. She and I would meet another time in an explosive way. But there was no mistaking Rani. She wore a long gray skirt, starched white shirt, with one button too far unbuttoned and a matching jacket. She was Indian, but she was American too. A couple of the girls were in bikinis but apparently had not been swimming. 

Rani was smiling and instead of a modest glance as she may have given me at the clinic, right now she was staring boldly. There were other women, mostly young, in the large room perfectly appointed with overstuffed chairs, ottomans, and love seats. A pair of dark sturdy end tables framed the sofa. A matching dark maple coffee table was at my right in front of the love seat.

Claire spoke first. "This is Rani Das. Rani would you like to take over?"

Rani spoke, "Welcome. Welcome to our nude day event. Do you understand why you are here?"

I nodded.

She explained anyway. "Today is nude day, but for us it will be nude week! Nudity isn't mandatory, here ... or maybe I should say that here, nudity is "man"datory". There was just a hint of a smile at her own joke, "... just not for the women. So you're our first guest. You are here for us to examine." 

She looked to the left and to her right and I then noticed an array beautiful young college students and professors, each lovely in her own way. Rani was the most beautiful of all with her dark dark eyes, slender frame, and pert breasts. She had an easy smile but a stiff posture that gave her an air of authority. She was graceful in her slight movements and seemly always composed though she sat with her legs tucked under her. Her shoes were on the floor and her eyes were on me. She smiled easily and confidently, speaking softly so as to put me at ease. "This is all voluntary. You may leave at any time, but while you are here you will do as you are asked to do, ok?" 

I nodded. I wasn't planning on leaving.

"You will spend the evening with us, possibly longer if we both are pleased. You are here so that we can see the male form as it moves, as it relaxes and as it gets aroused. Let's start with arousal. We'll help you if you need it, but judging from the bulge in your slacks that won't be necessary. Please take them off. We want to see how your sexual parts move as you move, how they move as you become aroused, and we want to see you ejaculate. We'll be watching you and some of us may wish to touch you. You've signed the release forms?"

I nodded.

"Stand here then, in front of me. And strip!"

I stepped out of my loafers, unbuckled my belt. I could see Rani's eyes on me. I could feel her eyes on me. I was so hard my cock caught in my boxers and snapped against my belly as I pushed my underwear and slacks down over my hips all at once. She never stopped smiling. Claire, I think she was in my psych class, had a nearly perfect profile view of my cock as it curved up hard and proud from my hairless groin. I raised my shirt and T shirt over my head. I was so excited that I'd forgotten to unbutton my dress shirt. Finally, I stepped out of my shoes. I was naked. I was nude in a room full of women. And proudly erect. I could feel Claire's breasts pointing into my back as she reached around and so so gently glided her fingernails softly up my cock, just barely touching it. Her other hand, her left hand palmed my sac and pushed it out for the ladies to take a look at. She whispered in my ear.

"Now climb up on the coffee table onto your hands and knees. The ladies want to look at you."

To the women she said, "We'll check the flaccid state and motion conditions later on, let's just make him cum for now and get him a little more relaxed." She was so bold! But then, as my cock showed, I was into it. "We have the whole evening and day!" She cheered "Now come up and have a look. Touching is allowed."

I recognized Janet from my first psych class on Erikson. My response was strictly Pavlovian. We made eye contact as she walked around me with the other ladies. She spoke as got to the other end of the coffee table. "I love the way his balls dangle like a dog's." She raked her fingernails up my thigh, and hefted my testicles. "Ooh and I love to feel them! They're so heavy!"

Stiff as a tent post my cock extended all the way to my navel. When she touched my balls I tensed and it hit my belly. "Oooh Janet do that again!" whispered another one of the women. "His erection touched his stomach!"

"I've never seen one so big and hard!" I'd never been any harder. There I was on display like a Best In Class at the Westminster show, and the judges were touching and examining me like a prized boxer. 

"The head of his cock is so ... purple!" Someone nudged my knees further apart. My elbows were locked and my back was straight. I could feel someone sliding her hand up my thigh. No, that was two hands. I could tell that it was two different women's hands from where their thumbs were. They met at my balls. 

"Ok. We want to see it upright now. Straighten up," commanded Rani, "but stay on your knees." That put my cock right about at everyone's eye level. She handed me a small plastic bottle of KY liquid. "Masturbate for us."

A half dozen, mostly young women, circled near. Rani had a friend with her who also was a bit more mature. I could see them all now. Rani's friend had a hold of Rani's arm and whispered something that I couldn't hear. Rani nodded. She spoke, "Wait! I want to see something. I want you to sit on this sofa." She spoke with this amazing sexy accent which reminded me of my doctor. "Please. Sit here." 

And I did. Again my erection touched my belly. The sexy friend was a woman named Esha, a woman in full flower. Her body was wrapped in a sari but somehow you could still make out the shape of her hips and full breasts. Esha had a gentle manner, but a serious aspect to her, as if she were used to getting what she wanted. Sitting next to me I could feel her warmth and when I dared to look at her beautiful brown dark eyes I detected a little eyeliner and shadow. She was probably the oldest woman here, perhaps mid 40s and still her beauty was stunning. Her body in full control, her face narrow and proud but flushed, she winked and smiled at me and whispered "I want to see the pre-cum" with this accent that drove me wild. She was both shy and forward. Sitting next to me on the sofa she said "I must touch it!" whereupon she took her index finger and spread my precum all around my purple head. 

I've never been so hard. I was leaking massive amounts of precum and this gorgeous sexy woman who was completely clothed rubbed my cockhead in front of a crowd of women. I was ready to explode. 

"Wait!" It was Claire. She rushed into the room with a dark plush blue towel. "Put this under him. We don't want to stain this beautiful sofa" The floor and the coffee table were hardwood and dark but the sofa was velvet and much lighter. They spread the towel and sat me back down. Esha went right back to touching my cock and spreading the freely flowing precum. When she hit just that spot, my cock twitched. "Oh my"! And then she hit it again. My breath was ragged and shallow now. I was so turned on. "Does this excite you?" 

Oh yes! I thought. "Oh yes!" Esha chimed in joyously. My hips rose off the sofa. I was enflamed and so so stiff. 

"Are you nearing your orgasm?" My breathing faster. My hips higher. I nodded as they all gathered around. Sitting near me on the couch or on the coffee table in front of me, they were all focused on my cock. 

"I ... I ... " I closed my eyes I couldn't make a clear sentence at this point. 

My hips thrust my cock into air. It stood there proud and this beautiful yet composed and elegant woman was about to bring me off with one finger. There was a smile in her voice as she said to the other women in the room "I have heard that there is one place on the head, right ... here ... that is the most sensitive." 

I knew I couldn't hold out much longer. My breathing was fast and extremely shallow at this point. I was up off the couch and pointing my cock straight at the ceiling thrusting for a pussy that wasn't there as a beautiful middle aged woman from a far off country rubbed my flowing precum all over my cockhead. 

She circled down to the most sensitive spot. She watched for my reactions and stayed where she found the strongest one. When she had spread it around the underside of the rim I knew that I would cum. But when she then rubbed it up and down in just that spot I exploded! No, I gushed. I jetted gobs and gobs of white and hot juice all over myself. My cock twitched and spasm'd and amazingly this gorgeous woman was able to keep the pressure on which only served to make me shoot harder and longer shots. Jets of sticky cum flew repeatedly up and out and over, over everything.

The women all screamed and applauded as I continued to spurt white love shots. The towel was of little use because with my hips lifted off the sofa I was shooting on myself and the back of the sofa which took several direct hits and even the wall and finally the last few spasms landing on the towel. Somewhere in there a few small shots had landed on the face and hair of my one fingered lover. She squeegeed the drop off her cheek and didn't notice several fine droplets in her hair and sari.

I opened my eyes to see what the reaction would be. Most of the women were oohing and aahing. I sank back into the towel. Esha gave my cockhead a twist which sent me into hyper sensation, then got up and left the room to a round of applause.

"I'll get you a wash cloth." Claire said compassionately.



Exposed?



Exposed?

Per this morning's task, you've been asked to retrieve some old files that have been stored away in 'archived' storage. Unlike some grand library, archived storage is nothing but a room that is across the hall and is nothing more than gray metal shelves containing various boxes and filling cabinets. Mostly it's a menial task. However, your assignment requires great care to make certain that you've retrieve all the required documentation. 

As your task progresses, you ignore the sound of the door as you're focused on your assignment and your eventual return to the world of the cubical dwellers. Needless to say, you pay no mind to the sound of footsteps around you, even when they are close by. Then, without warning, there's a hand over your mouth and arm around the waist. 

The suddenness of this has caused you to jump, but your attacker has you tightly and there's very little you can do to resist him. He whispers, "Don't worry, we're alone" and slowly his grasp of your waist lessens as his hand moves from your belly, across your hip, below your waist line, down to your thighs and begun to reverse his path as he reaches into your crotch. Instinctively you're in a panic and you've drawn your legs together. However, once his hand brushes your thigh other sensations now compete with your panic. That sudden sigh and your breathing change has given yourself away.

His grasp of your mouth lessens as he whispers into your ear, "show me how you like it" and then his thumb is in your mouth. At the same time, his hand has gathered your panties and have torn them opened. Now you are exposed. Wide-eyed, you look around the room hoping that no one has entered.

In your wild fancies, you've wondered what it would be like to be taken and now it's happening. Without warning, you've been taken by a stranger and he's forcing his will on you. You would like to think that you recognize his voice, but his grasp of your chin doesn't permitt you turn your head and you have no idea to who he might be. Despite your initial reaction to free yourself, he's forced you against the wall and the motion of his fingers continue to persuade you as he begins to explore your mons and teases your lips. While you find yourself in a state of shock, your body begins to act quite differently as your legs begin to part and you are now bent at the waist to afford your assailant easier access. His whispers are soft and as he whispers, the heat of his breath is in your ear and your resistance continues to melt away. 

With unbridled access, he squeezes your lips together so as to heighten your sensations and he's begun to penetrate your lips. As he begins to penetrate you, your mouth begins to suck upon his thumb and confirms his actions. Deftly, he pulls you closer to him and further from the wall. His erect cock is neatly pressing against your ass and you're bracing yourself with your out stretched arms. All the while the circles made by his fingers are working their magic and your breathing has begun to shorten.

Yes, the thrill is here, but you realize where you are. Just a few steps away, there's a professional office at work and who-knows-who could walk through that door. But your pussy is dripping wet isn't it? You clit is engorged and has begun to harden. When you stop sucking upon his thumb, he whispers, "Your close aren't you?" Again your body has given you away. But that isn't the only tell-tale sign is it? Your pussy is wet and the warmth its generating is intoxicating scents and you are waving between surrender and reality. 

When you're eyes are half-shut, your hips are swaying and asking for more. When your eyes are opened, you're back in reality and are cognizant that the likelihood of being caught is just a few feet away. Mean while, you are asking, "who is he?" When wide-eyed, the other reality is in the forefront of your thoughts, "What if I give myself away?" 

All those hours of self exploration and you know yourself all to well. Even with your various partners, when climaxing, your loud and passionate moaning has always proceeded your orgasm. Yes, you've implored every trick in the book. Bitten your lower lip, had you panties stuffed into your mouth, but nothing has worked and your loud moaning has always given you away. When the sensations from your belly and thighs have begun to overwhelm you, you cease sucking upon his thumb and enjoy the warmth that is generating from your pussy. Your breathing becomes quicker and more audible and he's now aware that you are approaching your edge.

"Shh" he whispers, "Do you want to give yourself away?" But you sense his deviate smile . . . his fingers continue as you realize that you are on the blink. You know you're close and yet there is fear in your eyes as they widen. "Damm," you think to yourself. What you've wished for is scaring you to death. The spasms are beginning on your inner thighs, but you are making every attempt to denying your pulsating pussy for fear of screaming out. 

"Closer?" he asks as his hand returns to your mouth. "Will this help?" 

Two fingers now deep in your pussy. Curved up and urging you closer. How your belly shakes . . . closer. He presses against your tighter, his hard cock rubbing your ass and coaxing you. Breathing franticly. "Dammit, dammit" you repeat as you bite your lip. You belly begins to buck and his hand tightens against our mouth, but you attempt to deny yourself . . . "Fuck! No. No. No" you respond to that burning. 

"Give it up girl," he whispers as three fingers are inserted. Tears forming in your eyes as you are closer. Bent over, nearly head to toe, a feebly attempting to stifle your scream. 

It's there! Screaming into his hand, like a wild animal breaking free. Face and chest flushed, you've climaxed as your eyes are focused upon the door. Squeezing your thighs together, he rushes away and abandons you in a puddle. Your fist pressed against your cunt enjoying that last pulsation all the while your eyes focused upon the door . . .



Exposed



I watched Rachel's toned backside as she strode uphill, her shorts pulling tight with each step. It was a good view and I felt a tingle in my cock. I hitched my rucksack up; Rachel had put some extra things in it, lunch she said, and it felt heavy.

'Are you going to tell me where we're going?' I asked. 

She patted the map that was tucked into her rucksack's waist belt. 'All in good time,' she said. 'But I promise you'll enjoy it.'

Rachel was like that. She knew what she was doing and she didn't need any reassurance from me. And that applied in the bedroom too. The thought of what I let her do to me sent a flush of heat through my pelvis. But she was bloody good with a map and compass as well and I trusted her to plan our hikes in the mountains. We might indulge in a little light bondage at home, but out here we were just a regular couple, saying a cheery hello to all the other walkers we passed.

Rachel stepped off the uphill path and began to follow the contours of the mountainside. I followed, onto the rough grass. It might have been a sheep track but no more. The sky was bright blue, with just a few wispy clouds. A perfect summer's day and not too hot yet. I could hear a skylark's shrill song but that was all. It was so peaceful.

The ground levelled out into a grassy plateau with a rocky stream tumbling through it. 'Let's stop here for a while,' Rachel said.

'All right, it must be time for a cuppa,' I replied. 

'I have more in mind than a flask of coffee,' she said, winking. She was up to something and I felt a touch of irritation at her halting our walk on such a beautiful day. It must have shown in my face. She stepped over and stretched up to kiss me. I couldn't stay annoyed at her. 

'I've brought us here because it's well off the path and no one has any reason to come here at all. Unless, like us, they want their own private bit of the great outdoors to play in. If you prefer, we can carry on walking and we'll eventually get back to the path and have a pleasant day out. Or, we can stay here and you can find out what you've been carrying in your rucksack and what I've been planning for you. I promise you will love it.'

That was always our deal when we played. I might be bigger and stronger than her but I did what I was told. In return, she looked after me. Though not without making me wait. I thought it was a good deal. I got all of the pleasure without any of the effort. 

'Okay, let's stay here,' I said.

'Take your rucksack off and kneel down,' she told me. I did as I was ordered. The ground was cool and the knees of my cotton trousers felt dampened as the blades of grass were crushed beneath them.

She went behind me and I felt her pull at the bottom of my t-shirt. 'Arms up,' she said and she tugged it off over my head. I heard her rummaging in her bag. Then she drew a blindfold over my eyes and tightened it. My cock started to throb and I wondered what she had in store for me.

'Now stand up and take the rest of your clothes off,' she ordered. 'And try not to fall over.'

I did as I was told, bending to undo my laces. I didn't know where she was. The blindfold fitted well and I couldn't see a thing. I stumbled as I kicked off my boots and had to fight the urge to reach up and free my eyes. All I could hear was the stream gurgling. All I could feel was the warm sun and a gentle breeze on my bare skin. 

As I stepped out of my boxers, I felt her lips on my chest. She kissed and nibbled, then gave one nipple a tweak with her teeth. I gasped. 

'I've not even started yet,' she said softly, her breath on my skin. She brushed her hand across my hard cock and it bobbed in response.

She moved away and I stood there, not knowing where she was or what she was doing. A shiver ran through me. But it was not from the breeze. I felt alone and vulnerable, standing naked out here in the open. What if someone did come this way?

'Rachel?' I said quietly. I was almost ready to tear away the blindfold and call off the game. 

'Shh,' she said. Her voice was right there in front me. 'I want you to lie down on your back and put your arms up above your head,' she said. 

I hesitated for a moment. 'I can see you're not sure,' Rachel said. And suddenly my cock was in her mouth. I groaned. Her tongue ran gently around its head and she sucked, teasingly. Then she was gone. 

I lay down, as ordered. I wanted her to be in control. Of my body, my senses, my sensations. I needed to give up my whole being to her. 

The ground was cool, and hard. I felt her hands on mine. She wrapped something tight around each wrist and I felt a tug on each arm as she pulled them apart and somehow anchored them to the ground. I pulled, testing the strength of my bonds. They held. 

'I think the trick is in the angle,' Rachel said. Suddenly, she pulled the blindfold away. I blinked and turned my head to the side. The bright sky was blinding. Rachel stepped over my body, one foot on each side, blocking some of the light so I could look up at her. She held two aluminium tent pegs in her hand. 'I've angled them so you can't pull them out of the ground. Not from the direction you're pulling in anyway.'

I pulled again. They didn't budge. 'Good,' she said. And she took two more lengths of webbing and wrapped them around my ankles. 'Shimmy down,' she said. I knew what she wanted. I wiggled down so my body was stretched taut. She pulled on my ankles, moving my legs until I was spread-eagled. She fixed the straps down with the pegs, pushing them into the ground with her boot. 

She took a narrow rope and knelt down by my side. My chest heaved with anticipation as I realised what she was doing. She looped it round my balls and twisted it tight. I winced. She wound it round the base of my cock, trapping all that hot blood that was throbbing inside it. 

'Tell me how you feel,' she ordered, standing back. I stared up into the vast blue sky and felt very small and very exposed.

'Er, very turned on but a little apprehensive,' I said.

'You can do better than that,' she said. She always made me tell her how I felt when she had tied me up. It added to the humiliation. To have to voice for her my desire to surrender, to be toyed with and teased, to have my body used and abused. 

'How do you feel?' she asked.

I thought about it. 'I'm worried someone will come,' I said quietly. 'And then again, I don't care if they do because I want this so much. I'm scared at being stretched out here, helpless. But I'm glad I'm tied down, because if I wasn't I feel like I might float off into that big blue sky. I'm excited about finding out what you're going to do to me now you've got me like this. My cock is screaming, it's so hard. And there's a stone digging into my buttock.'

She knelt down beside me and trailed a finger down the centre of my torso. My body arched to meet her light touch. 'No one's going to come,' she said, reassuringly. 'Although there might be a few spy satellites up there watching you. As for what I'm going to do to you, you'll find out in good time. First I'm going to have that coffee. Oh, and you'll have to put up with the stone. That's the great outdoors for you.'

And she went. I turned my head to see her bending over her bag and pulling out a flask. She sat on a flat rock by the stream and calmly sipped coffee, gazing out over the hillside. I didn't dare to speak again, to ask her for a drink. We had a few rules, and one was that I didn't speak unless she told me to. If I did, she gagged me. I wondered if she had brought a gag. 

But I didn't speak. I gazed up at the little cotton wool clouds and wondered if some MI5 computer geek was focusing in on me. On my erect pink cock standing out from the green and grey of the mountain. 

My arms and legs were well stretched out so that although I could shift my weight a little, I couldn't move off the stones and lumps and bumps that were starting to dig into my shoulder blades and arse. As I wriggled in expectation of what Rachel would do, I let out a moan. 

'Still awake are you?' she asked, putting the top back on the flask. 'I'd better make sure.' She bent over the stream and filled a water bottle. Then she leaned over me and tipped up the bottle, trickling water over my chest. I cried out. 'Oh yes, still awake.'

The water was icy. She concentrated the trickle on one nipple and it burned with the cold. I could feel goosebumps emerging on my chest. She stopped, knelt and licked my nipple instead. Her tongue felt so hot. I gasped as she bit it, sensitised by the changing temperatures. Then she turned her attention to my cock. 

'You've been dribbling,' she said. 'You need a good wash.' And she poured the icy stream over the tip, aiming it directly on the slit where my pre-cum had been oozing. Water dribbled down the sides of my belly, making me shiver. I realised I'd been holding my breath and gasped for air, my breath stuttering with the shock of the cold liquid. 

Suddenly her mouth was around me. Her hot, soft lips caressed my shaft, tongue playing over my frozen tip. I thrust my pelvis up as far as I could, straining against the straps to meet her. And just as suddenly, she was gone again. 

She stood up and looked down at me. I turned my head to the side, trying to bury my face into my shoulder, groaning as my body writhed with desire. I wanted to beg her to fuck me. But I managed to say nothing, wanting to know what she would do to me next. I was sure she would have some way of prolonging the agonising wait for satisfaction.

I looked up as she started to move. She took off her t-shirt and bra and I admired her round breasts, longing to suck those firm nipples. She undid her shorts and slid them down, along with her knickers. She left her hiking boots on. Presumably she didn't want any of these little stones digging in her feet. She slid a finger down through her dark pubic hair and into the crack where I hoped she was wet and longing for me as much as I wanted her.

'Would you like me to sit on your face?' she asked. There was only one possible answer.

'Yes,' I groaned, as she lowered herself. She knelt so I could suck her clitoris and push my tongue into her cunt. The taste of sweat from our walk in the heat was delicious. She dropped lower and I struggled for breath. Even then I wanted her closer. I wanted her warm, swollen folds to smother me. Above me, her breasts bobbed as she wiggled onto me. I whimpered just a little as she pressed herself hard onto my face. My mouth was forced open. Filled with her flesh. Her cunt was my entire world. But I was desperate for breath and I started to panic. 

She saw it in my eyes and lifted. Just enough to free my nose for a gasping breath in. And to free my tongue to swirl around her clit. I played over it, chasing it as it danced away. 

'Oh god, that's good,' she said, letting her head drop back. 'Too good.' And she lifted herself away. She slithered down and brushed her open mouth across mine, her nipples sliding against my chest before she stood up. 'Tell me how you feel now,' she said.

'Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,' I groaned, finally allowed to break my silence. 'Oh god, I need you. I need you so much. I love you. Oh fuck...' I babbled, my body out of control, pulling against my restraints, the straps cutting into my skin. Even my balls struggled against the rope tying them tight. 'I love you,' I whined. 'I love you. I want you.'

I looked up into her eyes. She smiled and lifted her arms to pull her dark hair away from her neck and shoulders. I moaned. She sat down on her rock and sipped water, crossing her naked legs so I couldn't see what it was I wanted so much. My breathing slowed slightly as she sat there so calmly. I relaxed my arms and legs into my bonds, easing the pressure where the straps had been cutting into me. I moaned again, a whimper of despair as my body craved hers.

'You're making rather a lot of noise,' Rachel said. I groaned. 'I think you need to be punished for it. Let's see how much noise you can really make.'

I didn't know what she meant. But despite my urgent desire for her to fuck me, I was eager to find out.

'I haven't planned your whipping in detail,' she said. 'I had to see what was available. I can see a patch of nettles. But maybe some twigs from that willow would be better. Then there's the issue of position. As you are, I would have to whip your thighs and chest. Or I could turn you over and whip your ass and shoulders. But if I unpeg you, you'd have to promise to be good and take it.'

Rachel had only whipped me once before. And that was just a week ago. I still had bruises on my backside where the new riding crop had thrashed into me. She had bent me over the dining table, my face pressed into the wooden surface, my wrists and elbows bound tight behind my back. She had beaten me as I howled. For more. For mercy. For more. 

'You decide,' she said. 

I closed my eyes as I tried to relive the moments as each stroke had sent a wave of pure ecstasy right up my spine to explode in my brain. Willow,' I whispered. 'On the ass.'

'As you wish,' she said. She took a pocket knife out of her bag and went over to the shrubby willow growing on the bank of the stream. She sliced through the fine twigs, bunching them in her hand. Reaching back into her bag, she took out a roll of electrical tape. She wound it around the bunch of twigs to create a handle. I was suddenly frightened. I had no idea how this would feel. 

'Remember,' Rachel said, 'if you really want me to stop you know what to say. But you won't get what you want either.' My full name. That was the safe word we'd decided on. James Michael Blake. I was determined not to say it.

Rachel took a spare tent peg and hooked it under one of those pinning my arms down. The strap briefly pulled tighter against my wrist as she yanked it out at the correct angle. I barely had strength to move my aching arm as she freed the other one. She pushed me up into a sitting position, my legs still spread apart, my cock and balls still tightly bound. I was stiff and my shoulders hurt. 

Rachel kissed my back as I hunched over trying to ease some of the tension that had built up. She rubbed my arms. Then she drew them behind my back and tied the straps around my wrists together. I tried to put my hands down behind me to hold myself up but my muscles gave way. Rachel eased me back to the ground, my hands pinned beneath me so they pushed my hips up.

'Oh god, Rachel, oh god, I'm so, I...' I couldn't stay silent. But I was incoherent. I couldn't think. I was a whimpering mass of sensations. My torso twisted and writhed uncontrollably.

'Talk again and I'll gag you,' Rachel snapped. 'Although I'd rather hear your cries as I whip your ass. My cunt is dripping at the thought of it.'

She pulled out the pegs trapping my ankles and I eased my stiff legs up, bending my knees and rolling onto my side, off my sore arms. I wanted to moan and babble but didn't want to be gagged for what was to come. I pressed my lips together and forced my fast breaths through my nose.

Rachel yanked at the strap between my wrists and she had me on my front, knees tucked up under me, one cheek pressed into the damp grass, arms hanging helpless at the small of my back. My ass was high, expectant. She tied the straps at my ankles together.

I shuddered as I felt the tips of the willow twigs brush down my spine. She ran them lightly over my butt cheeks, then down the crack of my ass. My thighs tensed, pushing my backside higher. I closed my eyes.

Whack. 

The blow stung. My body lurched, pressing my face harder into the damp grass. I pressed my lips together but grunted deep in my throat. 

Whack.

I opened my mouth and let out a muffled cry. My butt cheeks burned. I struggled to hold my position.

Rachel thrashed me over and over. I yelled out as each blow hit my raw flesh until I was crying in pain and it was so good I could have come just from the whipping if my balls hadn't been tied up so tight. I lost count of the number of times she whipped me. My mind was soaring away into the blue. I felt free despite my bonds. My very being was being stripped to its core. 

And in one smooth motion, Rachel pushed me onto my back, slipped open the knot binding my cock and balls and slid onto me. Her warm cunt enveloped my exposed cock. She grounded my soaring body.

She rubbed her clitoris as she slowly moved up and down on my shaft. But I couldn't wait. And she knew it. She pumped herself against me faster and I let go, thrusting into her and filling her with my cum. My tied arms tensed beneath me, thrusting my torso off the ground as my balls emptied. I felt her cunt tense around me, squeezing out every last drop, as she climaxed.

She clambered off me and pushed me over so she could reach behind me to free my wrists. I lay on the hard ground, weak and still. She rubbed where the straps had dug into me. She undid my ankles. Then she lay down beside me, took me in her arms and held me close, gently stroking my hair as I tried to recover the ability to move. Or even to think coherently.

'I don't want to rush you,' she whispered in my ear. 'But I can hear voices coming our way.'