I Could Bend His Bisexual Ass Over And Make Him Whimper And Cry And Beg And Um

i could bend his bisexual ass over and make him whimper and cry and beg and um

Into (and Out of) the Woods

Okay, I have wine and a tale to tell and I am in the mood for a little writing.

p took his cropping quite stoically. I know I hurt him because he was shaking a little by the end; he also had to stuff tissues down his pants as his bum was bleeding a bit and it would have seeped through to his jeans! Nevertheless, he didn't make a fuss and he sounded sincere enough when he thanked me.

I stuck to my decision not to give him any cuddles and took him into the woods near my place to press his buttons and test his submissiveness. I sought out a little space where we were unlikely to be disturbed by families out on their Sunday walk and when I thought I'd found it, I made him kneel in front of me.

I removed his glasses and made him put his face down on the muddy earth, then I put my boot on the back of his head and ground his face into the mud. It was deliciously satisfying and I enhanced the effect by giving him a good bit of abuse while he was down there; telling him what a piece of shit he is, that sort of thing.

I pulled him up by his hair and took a good look at him. He looked like the world's worst soldier in really crap camouflage. I wanted to smile but turned it into a sneer. I told him he was pathetic and spat in his face; not just once, but over and over, then pushed him back down and ground his face in the mud again.

I felt no resistance at all. He just let me do it, as though he believed he deserved whatever I felt like doing to him. In his eyes, there was just resignation and obedience. I got him to repeat back the horrible things I was saying to him and his voice didn't even waver; he just did it. I had him say repeatedly that he was "just a slave".

I told him to lick the toes of my boots and he fell upon them with gusto, like he was trying to impress me with how energetically he could obey. 'Let's see how long he can keep that up', I thought, and sat down on a tree stump while he continued lapping. Eventually, I tried him on the rest of the boot, including the muddy sole.

I couldn't really fault him - though I continued to abuse him mercilessly anyway. Eventually, we heard the sound of children shouting through the trees and I decided it was time to go. p meekly rose and walked along with me in silence, as if ready for anything else I wanted to do to him.

When we got back, he cleaned himself up and finished his chores as normal. He cooked me dinner and I made him eat his from a bowl at my feet, duly blessed with more of my saliva and covered in liberal helpings of salt, pepper and tabasco sauce for flavouring. I even had him lick the bowl clean and he did it without a word.

In the last half hour, I told him his punishment would be lifted when he got home. He clearly wanted to throw himself at my feet in gratitude, but he couldn't as I'd told him not to move. He did his best to keep his sh*t together, but tears still slid down his cheeks and he trembled as he thanked me.

I dismissed him as coldly as I could, telling him to let himself out. I think my coldness toward him is the hardest thing for him to cope with, but he handled it well. I think the time has come now to put the poor guy out of his misery. I will ring him in a minute to check he got home safely and that he's okay. He'll be so happy to know that I care.

N x

[As is often the case, I was unable to find pics that accurately represented the events recounted - I wasn't crawling naked, N wasn't dressed like that and she didn't make me eat any grass - but hopefully they give a 'flavour'. I've included a pic below which gives a better idea of how N was dressed for our outing (add sunglasses).

I think the first two pics (second with c*ck edited out to pass the censor) were from a Russian site whose name escapes me; the third is obviously from a Princess Brook film. p]