Suspension in the forest

Suspension in the forest

Author: Wolfslut

Light. The curtains aren't fully shut, they rarely are. I always prefer to wake up to daylight in my bedroom, helps me resurface from dreamland. I stop my phone, the alarm must be changed, that tune is getting old. As I stretch an arm, a dull ache runs up to my shoulder blade. I stretch the other; the ache is a little sharper in the right one. Wow if my arms hurt, I wonder what my legs and ass will feel like, they got the worst of the damage. Carefully, I remove my covers and try and sit up. I sleep on the floor, I prefer that. Getting up is a slow process today, it seems all my muscles ache, even ones I don't remember using. I head for my shower. The cupboard door is open and I catch a glimpse in the mirror. Shit! Those bruises just under my ass and cutting up towards my pussy look serious, and there are whip marks all over my thighs. Nor is my lower back and belly any better, those ropes yesterday may have been a little too tight, and I had scratches all over me. Still, it was worth it. 

For the first time we had tried suspension, at last! Tired of searching for a rigger to show us how to do it right - or safely perhaps -  Sir decided we could experiment ourselves, since we finally had a whole night of us time. We drove out to a little hut in the middle of the forest, where people never go, so we could be ourselves. We even had to take our own water supplies, that's how isolated it was! Just outside the hut was a tree, with ideal thick branches, strong enough to bear Sir's weight when he climbed up to test, so definitely no problem for mine. The first rope was thick, went around the chosen branch which was thicker then my waist. The pulley was threaded on to this rope and the rope wound several times around the branch for security, and then tied off. Next Sir got our red ten meter rope and started making my harness. The only reason why I was not blindfolded for this was so that I could help notice if something was not as it should be or didn't feel safe. The branch was low, only 2 meters off the ground, but still safety first...I had to work the day after. 

The rope was tied around my middle, then passed down my front, in between my legs to sit neatly in between my ass cheeks, forcing them apart a little and then tied into the rope around my lower back. After it was knotted there, it was passed back, forcing my ass cheeks further open, then cutting into my cunt like a thick thong and back to the original knot.  Tied securely there again, then over my shoulders. I'd wanted it around my neck, so it was tight, so that it would choke a little, but Sir had been adamant that that would endanger my spine. Probably correct.  So, over my shoulders, then down the back to tie and end at the rope on my waist. Then a thick hemp rope secured it all by being knotted and wrapped all around my body in crosses, like an over sized shoelace. It felt good. Cocooned in silk and rough hemp.  I just wished my hands were secured too, but we had agreed he wouldn't tie my hand and feet until I was up in the air, patience! An even ticker rope was used to hoist me up, it was woven in and out of my rope dress and the threaded through the pulley, then up I went! I was in the air! I was swinging. Safe! I giggled.  

Kissing me, Sir placed a latex blindfold over my eyes and tied my hands behind my back and tied my feet too, bending my legs at the knees so he could tie my ankles to my ass. I tested the ropes, nope could not pull my hands out. I had no ability to move them, I was swinging and tied up, and I couldn't see. He ran his hands along my thighs and ass. Feeling me through the ropes. A crop stung my cheeks. Let's be clear here, not talking about my face. I spun around and each time my ass spun towards him he whipped me again. And again and again.  Dizzy and uplifted by the tingle, I let myself go and gave everything to him, I was in my nirvana, I was his toy.

The beating stopped, Sir grabbed the rope holding me up and pulled me to him, kissing me roughly. His free hand clawing and scraping what he could reach of me through he ropes, parts of my belly, my arms. I could feel his lust, every scratch radiated with the desire to tear me apart, to devour me, and my desire for him to dominate me, to hurt me, grew with it. 

He pushed me away, and for a while I was just swinging. Steadily slowing down felt like an age, I wanted his touch, I wanted the whipping again. I didn't want to wait. I began to spin. When I was stilled enough, a whip cracked on my thighs. I cried out. This one hurt. Most lashes that weren't on my ass hurt. Sir knew that. He also knew I loved the pain. I couldn't count how many times the whip cracked. I'd count the welts later. 

Then he took a feather, a gentle feather and stroked my skin, using his finger tips, his tongue and that feather. This sequence was repeated over and over: rough whipping, then caresses and tickles, then whipping again, followed by more caressing. I don't know for how long. My body tingled, I could feel my mind slipping and I knew I was going to have a hard time recalling all of it later, it was a sensory overload. I lost all sense of time and also of sequence. I no longer knew what was fully happening. I got more whippings, more kisses, more licks, and Sir was talking to me, asking me things, I know I replied, sometimes, or didn't, I don't remember. My responses in turn received  kisses or whipping. It's all gone, mushed into one long feeling of blissful freedom and intense pain. A seductive combination. Then when Sir deemed it was enough and he lowered me down, I guess to waist height. His waist height.  I was still suspended when he shoved his cock into my mouth and ordered me to suck it. Kiss it, while he shoved it deeper and deeper, lusting for me to gag. Twice I threw up bile, he rubbed his cock in it then rubbed that all over my face before jamming his cock down my throat again. He was rough and throat fucked me until he came and cum shot into my throat and I swallowed his bitter salty gift. Then he kissed me tasting his own cum in my mouth and licking my face all over, and sticking his tongue in my mouth reaching towards my throat where his cock had just been. His teeth cut my lips, I tasted blood. My body tingled, I was not ready to stop yet. I wanted more, more cock, more fucking, more roughness, but he was lowering me further to the ground.  He let me all the way down, untying my ropes, caressing me all over while he unwound me. After care. I didn't want that, I was not ready yet for cuddles.  I begged him to fuck me. I needed to feel him inside of me, in my cunt, it was the only place he hadn't claimed yet and I needed him there too.  He hesitated knowing I was exhausted. Worrying it was too much. But I knew he lusted for more, just like I did and I didn't care if I was tired. So I begged. He ordered me to kneel and stated that if I wanted more, then I would have to make him hard again. I would have to work, to show him I wasn't tired yet. On my knees, my hands still tied, using my mouth and tongue I worked at his cock. Long licks, nibbles, and voluntary gagging. I stopped to beg him to untie my hands so I could rub too. He did. With my hands I squeezed his cock while I licked the tip. Then massaged his balls, licked them, I didn't give up, and when he was hard he rolled me over, ordered me into humble position. On my knees, bent forwards, with my arms stretched in front of me, face pressed in the dirt. Ass in the air. He fucked me from behind, roughly, for a good long time, thrusting, and growling. But controlling himself, he was not about to allow himself to cum yet. 

"Everywhere, please" I whispered, he knew what I meant and pulled out of my cunt. He must have bent down because I felt and heard him spitting in my ass. Using his fingers he massaged the saliva in and around the hole, reaching into my cunt for more fluids. I shuddered with pleasure, his fingers felt good; he pushed his fingers in deeper. "Please" I whispered "Please Sir, make me cum".
He must have decided I deserved a reward because he pulled his fingers out and rubbed my clit. He rubbed till waves of pleasure spread over me, and collapsing me forward, involuntarily I hummed in a squeal that got quieter and higher as my orgasm rose. I squirmed, and tensed and squirmed. Sir held me, and didn't stop rubbing. Not until I stilled. Then he pulled my hips towards him, and pushed himself into my ass, and without mercy fucked me.  I gasped and cried out. It had caught me off guard and I felt a little ripped inside. No matter, he was in and I loved that.
"Beg me!" He ordered "Beg me to fucking cum in your ass my little slut!"
"Cum in my ass Sir, please cum in my ass" I gasped, the best I could while he banged me "Deep Sir, cum deep in my ass Sir"
"You want my cum in your ass Slut?" He asked back.
"Yes Sir, please Sir. I want your cum in my ass Sir".  He became even rougher; I could feel my knees sliding under his weight and intensity. A stone cut my knee and fresh blood flowed out mixing with the earth below me.  He didn't stop, he became wild, thrusting until he came growling and scratching at me, letting himself go, uniting with his inner beast as he shuddered with his orgasm, shooting his cum into my ass and clawing once again at my back. His growl became a victorious howl, then panting he lay over me.
I collapsed and passed out.

I look in the mirror again. Well, the scratch wounds are going to hurt under the hot water, but I really do need to shower, I still had mud on my elbows and knees for goodness sake. I had come home late last night, and had fallen into bed as I was, not caring about the mud, the leaves or my shoes. Now I needed to clean up and get my bruised ass to work.  After my shower, I'll put arnica on the worst, I thought and maybe comfrey cream too, that'll help the bruising. My knees would need plasters. Normally, I would never use creams on my body to heal the marks left by Sir, but these ones are by all standards extreme.