2 part of – Obey!..and I’ll allow you to serve me again. | XNXX Adult Forum

The week dragged on agonizingly slowly.

Torn between the fear that the day in question would come and the need to have that day already behind me, I could hardly concentrate on anything.

Half the time convinced that there was no way I was going there to be humiliated and an insatiable curiosity about what it would be like to do it.

My nights were full of wild dreams of an altar on which I would be presented and of sex with different partners, sometimes several at the same time. After waking up, I felt sore, but I still masturbated every time to chase away the images of the dreams.

Or perhaps to relive them.

The closer Saturday came, the more paranoid I became.

I felt like I was being watched, and couldn’t sleep well anymore. I wondered what would happen if I didn’t go to the grove. Would it all go away? Would I be able to function normally again?

The comparison to a drug addict waiting for the next fix didn’t appeal to me at all, but it was an obvious one. Angry with myself, I asked myself what I actually wanted from this man.

Did I want to feel his big paw around my wrists painfully and not be able to free myself?

Yes, oh heavens, yes!

Did I want him to do more than just fuck me hard and then cum on my ass?

Yes, clearly I wanted more.

Was I ready to hand myself over to a stranger without knowing how dangerous he really was?

Yes, that’s what I wanted most of all.

On Saturday morning, there was no decision I had to make, wanted to make, or could make. I would go.

Only the fear of what would happen if he wasn’t there wouldn’t leave me.

The square where the medieval market had taken place last week lay empty in front of me. Only now had I realized that I didn’t even know where I was supposed to meet my tormentor. Would I have no trouble finding the tree?

Of course, I had been drawn here all week. Also just to see if I could find the spot again, but of course also to see if there was any activity there on other days.

In my stupidity, I didn’t know what I would have done if I had seen someone there, but curiosity ate me alive.

I realized I was there too early, but I wanted to take a good look at the site of the future event. I found the tree, and the memories flooded my mind.

Once again, I recalled the moment when my pain had turned to pleasure and realized that the memory had faded. Just like the pain in my abdomen and my pussy roughened by his thrusts.

I wanted it again, had to have it again!

I would have it!

For my blindfold, I chose a crimson silk scarf that I loved to wear. Whatever happened, it would remind me of it later. Good or bad.

My long skirt tickled my bare legs with every breeze, and my pussy couldn’t get my panties wet because I wasn’t wearing any.

I was prepared but felt ridiculous and humiliated already.

Nevertheless, I tied the blindfold and stood in front of the tree so that my knees were almost touching it. I needed a link to reality in the reddish darkness that was now my field of vision.

Then I waited and listened.

I heard rustling leaves, footsteps. But they were somehow irregular. They stopped briefly and then came closer. I wondered whether it was my tormentor or whether someone was walking past by chance, and I was making a complete fool of myself.

The footsteps stopped just behind me, and I recognized his voice.

“Take off your skirt and get on your knees.” The sound of his voice made my body tremble in anticipation. I gathered my skirt to lift it up but his voice stopped me.

“I said take it off, don’t pull it up.”

That was more than awkward. If I took my skirt off, I would be kneeling in the middle of the forest in just my blouse and no underwear. What would happen if someone did come by, or if they took my skirt and just left? I thought about how I could avoid this situation, but I immediately realized the futility of such an undertaking.

I dropped my skirt to the ground, climbed out the back, and lifted it up to put it on the tree. It was taken out of my hand.

Panic flooded my senses; instinctively, my hand reached in the direction the skirt had been pulled from my fingers, but there was nothing there.

I reached into the void.

In my panic, I listened to the sounds to see if I could hear any more footsteps, but there was nothing.

And still, the air around me didn’t feel right.

I knelt down, leaning on the fallen tree.