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Subject: Repost: In the Meadow

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From: Tlk@cris.com ("T. L. Knox")
Keywords: mf bond anal oral

I was with my lover in a meadow. The grass was cool and the ground soft, 
and I had plans for making love to him. His eyes were shining a bit in 
that way; I remember the shining, but not the color of them. It is 
strange what details are missing from my memory. 

But I remember that I had asked him, weeks before, about domination. We 
were explorers of ourselves and each other; I was curious what he might 
like in that way. The idea of being spanked made him feel very serious, 
like smashing someone up. He said that he would like to be bound. I had 
been chewing on those thoughts, and my knowledge of him, for some time. 
The night sky was clear and moonlit. I wanted him. 

I had some things with me that he hadn't seen yet. I asked him if he 
liked leather, and he said yes. I can't remember how the agreement was 
made, but somehow I asked him to let me take him on a trip, and he 
agreed. 

I kissed him, and pulled out a soft blanket to spread out over the 
grass. He lay on the blanket and I sat near him. We were already naked. 
I reached into my bag and pulled out a long strip of leather. It was 
around three feet long (about a meter), and a little over an inch 
(perhaps three centimeters) wide. It was very thin and soft leather of a 
light brown color, like a fawn. I lay it across his chest as I arranged 
his hands above his head, wrists crossed. I took the strip and put it 
into his palms for a moment so he could feel it, and then tied his 
wrists together. 

I didn't want to cut off his circulation, so I wrapped the leather strip 
many times around his wrists, over a broad area. When I tied it, it was 
firm but not very tight. He could get away if he really tried, but not 
easily. 

I pulled out a second leather strip, similar to the first. I crawled 
down the blanket to his feet and kissed each sole. I lined up his feet 
so that his anklebones would not touch, and bound his ankles together 
with the leather. 

I came and sat by his chest, watching his face and stroking his stomach 
with my hands. He looked so good to me, bound that way. 

"I'm going to do some things to you," I said. "But first I want you to 
do something for me." 

"Yes..." he said. 

"By the way," I said, "I am not going to hurt you." I wanted that to be 
known. I almost added "...much" as an afterthought, because I thought 
that what I wanted to do might hurt him some, but I didn't want him to 
think I was going to hurt him after all, so I left it as I had said it. 
He nodded. 

I knelt and moved close to his face. I took my left breast in my hand (I 
was on his left side) and put it to his lips. "Suck my nipple," I said. 
He reached for my breast with his lips and tongue, and I gave it to him. 
He began to softly touch me with his tongue and lips. "Harder," I said, 
"please," and he pulled my breast into his mouth and sucked me until I 
was satisfied. I was already wet from seeing him aroused, but when he 
had finished sucking my breast I was much worse off. My cunt felt full 
and open, but the wetness was a little uncomfortable. 

"I'm a bit too wet," I said. "Will you lick me off?" He nodded, so I 
turned to face his feet, put my leg over his chest, and knelt above his 
face. I leaned over until my hands were on the ground on either side of 
his hips. 

He began to lick the outline of my lips and my hair, cleaning me with 
his tongue. I saw that he was very erect, and his cock was dripping a 
bit, wetting his belly. I began to lick off his belly where it was wet, 
and then to clean the tip of his prick with licking. He was licking my 
pussy, inside my lips now, in long strokes going back to my ass. I bent 
my arms so that my breasts rested on his stomach and continued to lick 
his penis and balls. I could have sucked his cock, but I didn't want him 
to come and wasn't sure how long I could hold him back that way. 

I knew he had licked me off as well as was possible, but the feeling was 
good, and I relaxed into it, resting my cheek against his prick. I 
didn't want to come, and that wasn't really the feeling it gave me to be 
licked that way. 

I finally climbed off of him. He was trying to dry his chin and nose on 
his shoulder, turning his head, so I picked up a corner of the blanket 
and dried his face for him. I kissed him, knowing he would taste of my 
cunt, and he did. 

"Will you roll over," I said, "and get onto your knees?" He had some 
trouble doing this and I helped him, until he was kneeling on the 
blanket, knees together, elbows on the ground spread apart, with his 
head resting on the backs of his hands. I would have preferred his knees 
to be spread apart, but the way I had tied his ankles would have made 
that uncomfortable. 

He looked wonderful, his ass in the air, exposed to me. He shook 
slightly in anticipation as I moved my palm over his buttocks. I felt 
such love for him, and such desire, it is hard to express. His breath 
was heavy through his mouth. 

I reached into my bad and pulled out a couple of things. The first was a 
short metal spike, the kind you put through a potato to bake it in the 
oven. I was kneeling at his side, so he could see it clearly, and I held 
it up for him. It was sharp at one end. He looked at it in wonderment. I 
was smiling a bit. 

The second thing I had was a cucumber. I showed it to him. It was not an 
exceptionally large cucumber. It was about 7 inches (around 18 
centimeters) long. I had picked out one I thought was a little bit 
larger around than his penis. I held it up next to him for comparison, 
and it was just slightly wider. (It's hard to judge this in the produce 
department of a store.) 

I put the spike and the cucumber on the blanket next to his leg. I knelt 
behind him and spread his ass cheeks with my hands. His anus muscles 
tensed, and then relaxed. I leaned over and I began to lick him in small 
licks. This drew a sound from deep in his throat, and I continued. I 
pushed my tongue into his ass as far as it would go, but it was not far. 
I held his hips still with my hands as I wet his anus with my tongue. 
And then I sat up. 

I put my index finger into my mouth and wet it carefully. My fingernails 
were all very short. I pulled my finger from my mouth and pressed it 
into his ass in one movement, and he groaned loudly. He was still 
clinging to his sanity. I moved my hand from side to side, pressing 
against the walls of his ass and loosening him up. He felt very smooth 
and tight inside. I wished I had a penis and could feel that feeling 
with it .. but I knew if I had a penis, I wouldn't be there. I pulled my 
finger back out. I believe he was saying something to me, but I can't 
remember what. 

I looked at my finger and it was clean, and I put it back in my mouth, 
along with my middle finger, and wet them both. Spreading his cheeks 
again, I slowly reached into him with both fingers, feeling his muscles 
give way before me. My purpose in this was to loosen him up very well, 
so that I would not hurt him at any time, and also to make him wet 
inside. I pulled my hand back far enough to slide a third finger into 
him, and pressed my fingers in up to the hilt. He was moist inside now, 
and the fit was very tight, but he was relaxed and I know there is a lot 
of stretch there. He moaned as I did this, and also made a sound like a 
harsh grunt now and then. He is very sensitive inside. I pulled my 
fingers out, and I picked up the cucumber and the spike. 

I held my hands where he could see them as I pushed the spike into the 
cucumber horizontally, about an inch from one end. This was to give me 
something to hold on to and to make the cucumber safe. The cucumber was 
dry, and I was about to put it into my mouth to wet it, when I got a 
better idea. "It's a bit dry," I said, and held it to his lips. I 
wondered how it would make him feel. He didn't tell me or really 
indicate any reaction (if he had one), but he licked and sucked the 
cucumber for me until it was wet. I resisted the temptation to push it 
too far into his mouth. 

I sat back behind him and I believe I licked his ass again once or 
twice. "DO it, goddamnit," he said to me, or something like that. I put 
the end of the cucumber to his ass and I slowly began to push it in. He 
pushed back towards the cucumber to speed me up, but I didn't let him 
have it any faster, just kept it going into him slowly as a moan that 
was almost a low scream came from him. 

When most of the cucumber was inside of him, I began to pull it out, 
almost all the way out. I wanted to fuck his brains out with it, but I 
was restrained, moving slower than I knew he wanted. As I fucked him, 
still slowly and gently, his moans, screams, whatever they were, became 
louder and less controlled, and I felt his mind slipping, until he was 
gone, and pushing back and forth desperately against the cuke as I held 
it. 

I got to my knees, still fucking him, faster now, and I knelt on his 
left side, with my thigh against his, and I held my hand still a moment 
and pressed my thigh against the back of his leg so that he could not 
move. And I began to fuck him again, this time with him immobilized, my 
weight leaning into him, and there was no escape, and I let him have it, 
increasing my speed until it pushed the limit of what I felt he could 
take. 

I leaned over him further and reached with my left arm in front of his 
leg to take his prick in my hand. I was not facing exactly the same way 
he was, but towards him at something like a 45 degree angle, with my 
right hand holding the cucumber that I was pushing into his body. He 
cried out slightly as I touched his prick, which was quite wet at the 
tip, dripping a little onto the blanket. 

I continued to move the cucumber into and out of his body in a steady 
rhythm, and spread the dripping of his cock around the shaft, and began 
to stroke him firmly with my hand wrapped around him. I am normally a 
clutz with this, but I hoped it would not matter. Judging by the sounds 
he was making, he was gone, all thoughts of control wiped away by what I 
was doing to him, and it was not long before he shuddered, a long hard 
series of shudders, and collapsed onto the ground. 

I took my hand from his prick, and released the cucumber, and slid up to 
his head, lying down beside him. "No," he said, "please .. don't leave 
it in ..." He was still breathing in long shudders. I pulled the 
cucumber out gently and laid it on the grass. I untied his hands and 
feet and rolled him towards me and held him closely as the night moved 
slowly towards day. 




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