The tyres come to a halt. A shiny black boot followed by another emerged, crunching  leaves beneath them. The boots heading towards the passenger door,  joining them two bare feet with crimson nail polish adorning the delicate toes. An arm reaches out to steady her as she stumbles forward, blindfolded and arms tied behind her back. Her body harnessed by rope so he could manoeuvre her as he so wishes. His little play thing, his toy. A gag stifled her, lest permitting any unwanted loud noises. A trickle of drool already forming in the corner of her mouth.

She had wanted this for a while, a day out alone in the forest, yet unawares when it would occur. The rope felt comforting against her naked skin, she felt exposed and vulnerable , yet decidedly wanton. The feeling of being bound always had this effect on her. She grunted as a hand clasped the rope against her back and pushed her forward roughly.

“Come, and be quick about it”, a quiet yet firm voice. She could feel his warm breath on the nape of her neck. That alone caused a twitching in her cunt.

She could feel the leaves beneath her feet and cried out in pain as a small branch snapped and dug itself into the underside of her foot, another branch, assumingly from a nearby tree, scraped her side. Without the use of her arms for balance she found herself stumbling forward to land on her knees, his grip half breaking her fall.

They walked for a little while, every now and then she fell only to be assaulted by the forest floor and stray branches,  picked up and pushed forward again and again. Her skin burning from the small welts and scratches appearing. Her cunt still wet.

He smiled as into view appeared the small area he had prepared that morning. It was late afternoon now and a nice day, a cool breeze and no one within miles to disrupt them. He had planned this for weeks. He guided her forward, forcing her exposed skin to lean against the rough bark of a chosen tree. Leaning against her and pushing her skin into the bark even more he began creating his masterpiece.

He worked quickly to add more rope to the already intricate weave  placed upon her earlier, securing her to the solid trunk slowly, every now and then pinching a nipple or biting a piece of exposed flesh, listening to her moans and grunts. Attaching a cuff on each ankle and binding her to perfectly aligned stakes in the ground either side of the trunk. It was always much more fun having her blindfolded, stripping the one sense she relied on the most. She liked to see. He knew it would piss her off tremendously not being able to see what he was doing.

He then walked over to the black bag sitting beside the small tent that was set up, reaching inside and producing a butt plug and a small vibrator, one that would be inserted with an extra piece to stimulate her clit beyond frenzy. He smirked as he walked over and inspected his little pet, rubbing her sensitive aching clit and probing her with his fingers.

“Oh yes, we are wet aren’t we my pet?” .She tried to nod to acknowledge him but couldn’t move much due to the fact he had bound her hair as well.

“What was that pet? I didn’t hear you?”, pushing his weight against her back so her nipples were pushed into the rough bark. She let out a muffled “Yus Suh”.

Fighting to stay alert and not disappear into the floating sensation that was slowly enveloping her. Her eyes widened as she felt the cold, lubed butt plug disappear inside her and hastily followed by a the vibrator, a groan, slight movement in her binding, and then acceptance as she begun to realise she was about to endure pure torment.

He smiled as he removed the blindfold and watched her blink and try to focus on her surroundings. Smiling as her eyes widened while watching him walk past her, seeing what he had in his hand. The hand that held the leather paddle. The one she hated.

“Today my pet, we are going to remind you why obedience is important to me. Now don’t let them fall out or it will cause more trouble for you. Understood?”, he could her pleading from behind the gag, her eyes glaring at the object in his hand. His arm raises for the first slap on her beautiful soon to be reddened ass.

“Who knows”, he mused, “we might make it match your pretty toenails.”

A day in the forest was what she wanted, maybe not quite how she had perceived but even so, it was after all a day in the woods.

I don’t like TV I rarely watch it but one program I absolutely love to follow is LOST. For a mindfucking series it’s pretty damn good. I love puzzles. Riddles. And this program has plenty of them and some pretty out there concepts too. And the best part … I can catch up on my comp I don’t have to actually watch the damn TV lol. So in between packing and cleaning I’ve had the comp running today I spent this morning catching up on a few episodes from series 4 (gotta love the net & my 22″ screen hehe) … and woop it starts next week here. This season looks pretty damn cool. It’s nice to be able to relax a little in the middle of all this crazy week.

The friend that was suppossed to be helping me move stuff yesterday let me down, and then this morning his partner rang and said he could do it tonight (she wasn’t impressed with his dicking me around either)… problem being I promised work tonight so I can’t let my clients down as my workload is tight as it is over the next two weeks I can’t afford to fuck about.

To top it off the shit turns up here this afternoon looking all glassy eyed and with a beer in his hand asking me if I still wanted to do a trip. After living with an alcoholic father I really gets the shits with drunk driving so I politely declined after thinking …. “What a fucking idiot to think I would get in a vehicle piled high with furniture and you behind the wheel” .

Pure fucking madness.

So at the moment the fluffies are helping me try and organise a truck or trailer to get myself outta here on the Thursday next week. I get pissed off when I make suppossed solid plans and check and recheck things are sorted only to be let down. Meanwhile the packing and cleaning continues, the little one is driving me a wee bit bonkers at the moment as hes getting bored and impatient for the move.

Mummy needs a nice wine lol.

Yes still packing & cleaning. Ugh. The house is getting very empty and camping mode is now activated.

When I left home, I left behind abuse and a shitload of memories I didn’t want to own. I also left a little piece of me with my brother & sister. And in turn they gave me something I have always treasured. I remember my brothers words, “When you miss us you can hug him and we’ll be there with you”.

I was 18 at the time. And seriously back then I thought it was kind of silly. So the gift, the bear or as I aptly named him Frasier Bear, came with me. And to this day he’s still with me. My son has kind of tried to claim him but I generally sneak him back to my room most of the time. It’s the one of three soft toys I have. I’m not big on soft toys but when they are given to me with a meaning behind them they become special. There used to be four until my rottie ate one *chuckle*  … she had a soft toy fetish.  And it’s one wasn’t too fussed about losing. Thank fuck it wasn’t this one.

With moving as always I keep my most precious things with me. Frasier is one of them. So this weeks HNT isn’t the usual theme, it’s a more personal side I don’t show much. With all the craziness going on around me at the moment he is a little bit of comfort. Memories of all the places I have carted him to. The joy my son gets out of him.

So meet Frasier … the bear that gets nekkie skin …

There’s a clicky this week too … I finally worked out how to use em with this template LOL.

All too often I see stories and talk to submissives online who have fell for less thanhonest ploys of some person on the net posing as a dominant just to get their jollies off online. Generally they are new subs who don’t know any better and these people take advantage of that fact.

• Don’t give out your real name, personal details in profiles, forums etc. Be very careful of who you give your personal information to.

• There are things you can do to stay safe, be aware. Use your eyeballs and do a little reading.

• The biggest thing for anyone is one word … consent. Many forget this. Many abuse this simple concept. Usually it takes very little time to actually check in and say is this okay? Or this is not okay with me …

• You have the right to say No. It’s that simple. You have to look at the bigger picture. Find a dominant that actually has a similar agenda to yours. Ask questions. Hell ask a million questions if you need to. Don’t allow yourself to settle for anything less.

• Be aware of what sub frenzy is. It makes you do stupid things. I’ve been through it and made stupid decisions. Make sure you have a good network of sub/slave/dominant friends you can talk to.

• Everyone has limits. Some things that may make you go instantly “squick” … you know what I have some. Things like beastiality, no fucking way .. ever. There’s other things too but this isn’t about me. Don’t be afraid to discuss these things, they are very important. Some things you may not think you would ever do, some things may change. It’s part of the discovery, but take it slowly, there is no rush and you have a right to be respected as far as hard limits go.

• If you are a single submissive be even more diligent. Know your boundaries and communicate them. If I give no consent to someone it means don’t fucking touch me. Sometimes you may have to reinforce this. Don’t be afraid to.

• Just because you label yourself as a submissive does not mean you are anyone’s doormat. Your submission is between you and your dominant no one else. Don’t let anyone tell you any different.

• Most importantly don’t allow yourself to lose your head in the process, don’t allow yourself to be abused emotionally, physically or psychologically. That means knowing yourself, understanding what you want out of all of this. Everyone has limits. You may not have all the answers so take your time and talk to people you do trust. There is a huge difference between abuse and BDSM. Trust your own instincts.

• You also have a life outside of BDSM, it’s important that you nurture this aspect well and don’t lose sight of it. Be responsible for your own happiness. No one else is going to wave a magic wand and fix it for you. BDSM is not therapy, if you need therapy find it.

• Dominants make mistakes too. They are not omnipotent beings. They are human.

• Respect goes two ways. For some insane reason some people seem to forget this.

• Communication is imperative. It’s essential for a healthy power exchange to exist. Express desires, be prepared to negotiate and discuss things. You know that thing called talking?

• If you wish to find a mentor make sure you know what you need from that interaction. Be aware that some may use this as a ploy to get you in the sack as a play thing. Make sure the person that you choose to mentor you is doing it for the right reasons. Even better look for another submissive/slave to help mentor you, they don’t have set agenda’s generally.

But the most important thing, know thyself. No one knows you better. Give yourself credit. And never stop learning. And hold on to your butt if you think your brains are going to fall out when you kneel

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