My Woodshed Scene

Miss led me to the horse in the corner of the dungeon, located under a wooden overhang decked with Christmas lights. As I climbed onto the horse, she grasped my wrists, bound them together and hung the rope from a hook above me. I shivered both from the cold and from nervous anticipation. She then tied each ankle to the side. As she worked with the rope beneath me, I looked down at her, turned on by her rope skills and her shirt’s struggle to contain her ample cleavage. Once I was bound and at her mercy, she placed a blindfold over my eyes. As the world went black, I could only hear her breathing to know she was there with me.

I then felt her climb upon the horse behind me, her legs pressed against mine. The next thing I felt was her fingertips slowly gliding against my black spandex shirt, over my shoulders to my lower back. She then reached down and gently rubbed my ass, evoking a soft moan. I was wearing shiny blue metallic pants that were tight as a second skin. Every touch was as though she was touching my skin directly, except the material of the pants was softer and smoother than my skin.

At first I was nervous, hearing voices around me and wondering if anyone was watching. As she reached around and massaged my chest, though, I let go of my inhibitions and blocked out the outside world. Her hands passed down my torso to my stomach and then ran down both sleek legs. I felt a tingle as she worked her magic on me and I began to breathe deeper. Her hands running up my inner thighs, I felt warm inside. Overcome with sexual energy, I moved my pelvis back and forth in pleasure. As her fingers rubbed against my cock, I became instantly hard. Moaning loudly, my erect cock bulged against my skintight pants. As she stroked it some more, I gasped for air.

Grasping me by the shoulders, Miss then pushed me forward. Lurching forward, the rope tightened against my wrists, causing a sharp pain that I gladly ignored. She continued to rub my back, caress my ass and thighs. Her warm hands then reached around me, grabbed me across the chest, and pulled me back against her. A surge of pleasure pulsed through me as I felt her breasts pressed against my back and her legs wrapped around mine.

The rope around my wrists tightened, but I could still feel my fingers so I said nothing. Instead, I grabbed the rope and lifted my hands higher to increase the slack. As she lifted my shirt, Miss’s body pressed against the bare flesh of my back. I then felt something wet against the back of my neck as her tongue glided against the contours of my body.

My wrists were getting sorer by the minute and my fingers were starting to tingle. I wondered if it was time to end the scene, but with the ecstasy I was feeling, the last thing I wanted was to be finished. Each stroke of her fingertips, each rub of her hands, lick of the tongue and each nibble produced pleasure I had never felt.
I wanted the scene to last forever. Unfortunately, my body betrayed me. My left thumb started to hurt and then lost feeling and I knew I was losing circulation in my hand. I then asked to be untied and Miss unbound my wrists. As the blindfold was lifted, I was assaulted with bright shafts of light. I blinked and turned away from the light, though in truth the room was dimly lit. Still breathing hard, I looked back at Miss and gave a huge smile.

“Did you like that?” she asked.