Tree Bound

At 10:30 am the vibration of my cellphone startles me. I reach into my pocket and pull it out. My cock, locked in its cage, twitches as soon as I see it is a text message from Mistress. My breathing quickens and I look around to make sure my co-workers are all occupied with their work before I open the message.

 

“pet,” I read, “I am anxious to play with you. Come straight home after work.” I stare at the message, my heart racing. I look around again to make sure the coast is clear, then places a hand on my crotch...my cock is going crazy...and I try to still it without anyone noticing. How does she do that? I wonder. Just a simple message can send my cock and mind into overdrive. I glance at the clock on the office wall. Fuck. Only five minutes have passed and now, all I can think about is Mistress and wonder what kind of play she has in store for me.

By sheer force of will, I make myself concentrate on the job at hand. When my office phone rings, I nearly jump out of the chair. I pick up the receiver and say, “j speaking.”

“Didn't My pet get My text message?”

I swallow hard. Oh crap. In my excitement about thinking about Mistress' plans, I forgot to respond to it. With a quick look around, I answer in a subdued tone, “Yes, Mistress, he did. I am sooooo sorry.”

There is a long pause on the line. I close My eyes, dread filling me. Mistress could easily decide not play after work and punish me severely instead. I whisper into the phone, “Mistress, your pet is mortified he forgot to respond. Please...pleassssssse forgive him.”
 

“Text Me when you leave work.” The line goes dead.

I stare at the dead phone, my excitement fading, and then nearly jump out of my skin when my pants pocket vibrates again. With trembling fingers, I withdraw it and again my cock twitches when I see Mistress' name on the ID. “you are forgiven” I let out the breath I don't realize I'm holding and immediately text back, “Thank You, Mistress.”

 

It is increasingly hard for me to focus on work as the day drags on. It seems like everything I do reminds me of my Mistress. Before I leave for lunch I stop at the restroom. Instead of going to one of the urinals along the wall, I go to one of the cubicles. Inside, I unzip and pull down my trousers and sit on the loo and carefully hold my caged cock so that I dribble into the toilet and not the floor. I marvel at how she got me to this point: a grown man sitting on a toilet to pee like a little girl. My mind floats, the feeling of submission and loss of control over the most basic aspects of my live makes my cock twitch. Just the thought of her does that.

The rest of my workday passes in a blur. All I can think about is what will be waiting for me when I get home to Mistress. She has invaded my mind, my senses, my very soul. Nothing matters more to me than pleasing her, in whatever manner she decides. I remember the first time time she put a cock shaped dildo in my mouth...it felt alien, unnatural and maybe even a little bit wrong to me. I didn't want it there. I didn't want to suck it. But, with her gentle persuasion and the obvious pleasure it gave her, now I eagerly open wide and show Mistress how willing I am do anything she asks of me.

My cock stirs relentlessly. I am constantly aware of it being confined in its cage. With Mistress so inside my head since her text, my cock wants to grow and the cage is getting a bit uncomfortable, but I know the fate of my cock is in Mistress' hands. Only she can free it to get hard and throbbing for her and her alone. I utter a small moan.

At precisely 5:00 pm, I take out my cell phone and text Mistress. “Mistress, i'm leaving work now. I can't wait to get home and please you.”

 

Instantly, the reply: “Hurry! But be safe. I want you badly.”

 

I gasp as my cock tries to burst out of its confines. I text back immediately: “I will, Mistress!!!”

 

Outside, a mate from the office asks me, “Hey J, want to pop into the pub for a drink?”

“Sorry, I can't tonight,” I tell him, “I have to get home.” I feel my cheeks turn red, as I think about why I have to get home and my cock stirs as it seconds the reason.

He gives me an odd look and says, “Another time, then.”

“Sure thing,” I tell him and hurry to the car park.

On the drive home, my mind is in a jumble. Thoughts of past pleasures tumble over each other. Will Mistress utilize the play room? Will she want to go to the fetish club and whore me out for others to use? Will she just use me for her amusement? The thought of being used as slut whore makes my cock buck between my legs and I moan and step on the petrol pedal. God, I want to get home.

I pull up in front of the house without quite realizing that I'd traversed the distance between work and home. My auto pilot had kicked in and gotten me home. I clamber out of the car as my cock is thick in its now-too-small-cage and aching fiercely. I want and need my Mistress so badly my mind is ready to give in and acquiesce to any of her whims. She can have me any way she wants. She can give me to anyone she desires. I just want and need please her and hear her tell me I am hers.

Walking up to the front door, I have already loosened my tie and began to unbutton my shirt so that I can present myself all that much sooner to Mistress. I stop short when I see a note taped to the front door. A sudden feeling of dread flows through me, as if the world had instantly gone dark and dismal. I reach for the note, fearful that something has come up and Mistress had to leave. My fingers shake as I unfold the piece of paper and begin to read: Welcome home, pet. I know you are anxious to begin our play,” I let out a deep breath and feel my heart rate return to normal as I realize Mistress is indeed, home. “I want you to come directly to the back garden before you present yourself to Me. Come fully clothed.”

 

After stuffing the note into my pocket, I quickly button my shirt and straighten my tie. Then enter the house Mistress chose and head directly to the back garden.

Stepping through the back door, the first thing I notice is the scent of freshly mowed lawn. I am surprised as normally that is my job. Mistress makes me do in the nude. In my mind, I fly instantly back to the first time she had me do it. “But Mistress, the neighbours!” I tried to protest. “Fuck the neighbours,” she said. “This is My garden and if they are so nosy, then let them see My pet in all his glory.” Her tone told me she would not listen to any more arguments from me. “Yes, Mistress,” I squeaked meekly and stepped out into fresh air as naked as the day I came into the world. My body responded on its own, my cock getting hard and twitching as I felt so under her control that I would willingly expose myself to anyone who might catch a glimpse of my public nudity.

Quivering with excitement I step out on to the patio to find Mistress sitting on a lounge chair wearing her black leather laced corset, sheer stockings and garter belt. Her pussy glistens in the sunlight breaking through the speckled shadows made by the tree's leaves overhead.

“Ah there you are, pet,” she coos at me and I feel any lingering resolve I may have had melt away. I am so hers, I think.

“Yes, Mistress. Here I am at your service.” I say and bow my head.

“Present!” she snaps. Her tone is one I recognize and instantly begin to remove my clothes in the prescribed fashion. I am to strip for her. I notice for the first time that she has arranged the lounge chair so that my location in front of her also places me in direct view of the wrought iron gate that leads from the garden to the common area that borders behind our house. High, dense hedges grow along the fence line and offers visual privacy from the park. The gate is the only area that passersby can see into our garden. I shiver from the knowledge that someone could walk by at any given time and see me stripping in front of Mistress.

After removing my tie, I unbutton my shirt and bare first one and the other nipple for Mistress. Her eyes bore into mine and a feeling of complete surrender encases me. I am hers. I know I will do anything...anything at all she tells me to. The helpless feeling makes me shed my shirt and unfasten my trousers, exposing the white lacy panties I'm wearing underneath. I hang my head in utter submission as I glimpse Mistress' smile of satisfaction. My cock is straining at its cage and the panties. I so want to please her with my cock if she will let me. After pulling down the panties, I step out of the pant legs and remove my shoes and kneel before my Mistress on the cold flagstone patio. My back is erect, thighs parted, so my cock can be viewed by Mistress, and my arms crossed behind my back and head bowed.

“I am here for your pleasure and service, Mistress,” I murmur. “Please use me in any manner you desire.”

There is a long silence as I wait for Mistress' reply. I try to glance around to see if she has any toys nearby but my field of vision is too narrow. I wait patiently as I can for Mistress to make her move. 

The birds twitter in the trees and shrubs and I can hear the sounds of people on the other side of the hedges. Those sounds make my cock tingle. I am so modest and shy the thought of people seeing me like this scares me, but also makes me feel excited and horny beyond my capacity to believe possible. I love it when Mistress forces me to face my anxieties and pushes me more and more under her thumb.

When Mistress stands, I glance up at her. She grabs my hair and pulls me gently to my feet.

“Come.”

She turns and walks bare stockinged toward a large Oak tree. Near by is her box of toys. I can't see what is inside but already my body is afire with excitement and nervous anticipation. The key to the lock on my cage is hanging around her neck, the neck I love to nuzzle when she will let me. My gaze passes lustfully over Mistress as I follow her. I crave the opportunities to please her body along with pleasing her spirit.

“Stand by the tree,” Mistress tells me. She bends over to take something out of the box. My gaze follows the curve of her back and over her bum as she bends, and I get a glimpse of her pussy. It's wet. My cock jumps and I stifle a moan of sheer desire.

“Yes, Mistress,” I say and step forward to the spot she indicated. When I turn my head, I gasp. Oh my God! I see I am in a direct diagonal visual line from the gate. Anyone walking by could see me there. I feel a shiver of anxiety spear through me, but when Mistress turns to me holding a pair of cuffs and a length of rope, my shivers become those of anticipation as I forget everything and focus on her.

“Give Me your hands,” she commands.

I hold them out and watch as she deftly attaches the leather cuffs to my wrists. My cock is twitching and my breathing quickens.

“Face the tree.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I say and step closer to the Oak, facing it. My breath catches in my lungs when Mistress loops the rope through the rings on my cuffs on either side of the trunk and pulls the ends tight forcing me to hug the tree. The bark feels rough against my bare chest. Then I gasp as I feel her hands running over my shoulders, back and bum. I can't hold back the whimper when she slips her small, soft hand between my legs and fondles my balls from behind. My cock jerks.

Mistress continues to fondle my balls and my body tenses as I try to anticipate her next move, but the whimpers of pleasure escape me and I squirm at her touch. When her fingers touch my cock between the bars of the cage I groan loudly. I wish she'd release my cock, but I dare not ask.

When she takes her hand off me, I feel as if a part of me has been removed. It's a a feeling of loss and despair, and I moan.

I turn My head and see she's removed the key to my cage and a feeling of hope and joy rush through my veins. When my cock is free I am sometimes allowed to cum. When it's locked away, it's a given I won't. I groan with pleasure as she slips the cage off and then squeezes My cock, which as if on cue, hardens in her hand. I gasp as she rubs the tip lightly against the tree trunk.

“I'm pleased to see both My pet and My cock are eager to play,” she croons in my ear.

“Yes, Mistress, we are,” I answer breathlessly,

I feel her hands running down my legs and a quiver of excitement builds in me. I have no idea what she has in mind. Then I hear voices coming from the other side of the hedge. Oh God! There's a man and woman talking and laughing just feet from where I'm tied naked to a tree. I shift nervously on my feet and then I feel Mistress' fingers lightly caressing the insides of my thighs and I forget everything but her touch, her nearness and my need for her.

“In just a few minutes, pet,” she says with a huskiness in her voice that tells me she's as excited as I am, “the real fun is going to begin. But first, I have to secure your legs.”

“Oh yes, Mistress,” I say, “Your pet is so ready to be your plaything.”

Mistress places cuffs around my ankles and then places a spreader bar between them to keep them wide apart. I'm feeling breathless with excitement. She nudges my feet closer to the tree and then runs another length of rope between the rings of the cuffs and ties me to the tree by the feet. The bark is rough against my chest, belly and thighs. I groan when Mistress reaches between them and pulls my hard cock down and back, away from the bark.

“I imagine you're wondering what I plan to to with My slut today, aren't you?” She asks and then I feel a flogger swishing across my shoulders.

“Yes, Mistress, your devoted slut has been wondering that all day,” I answer and wince as the flogger moves lower. It's not unpleasant but I know it could become so.

The flogger bounces off my bum cheeks and my cock twitches in time with the light blows.

“I'm going to take that lovely bum and make it Mine,” Mistress says softly. “I'm going to impale it with my own nice big fact cock.”

“Oh yesssssssssss please, Mistress,” I gasp with quivering excitement coursing through every fiber of my being. My cock is dancing wildly as I wiggle and wait. “Your slut lives for being used by you..”

“I'm going to fuck your bum,” she continues in her mesmerizing voice, “and I'm going take great pleasure in doing so.”

I close my eyes and lean against the tree inhaling deeply, taking in the scent of the fresh cut grass, the soft scent of the roses and honeysuckle vine. I wonder for a moment about who cut the grass then gasp as I feel my bum cheeks being spread wide open.

“My fuckslut,” Mistress says as she rubs the head of her strap-on cock against my bumhole.
 

“Mmmmm yes Mistress, yours and only yours,” I say and try to push my bum toward her, but my position tied to the tree makes it both uncomfortable and nearly impossible to move much.

Mistress pushes the cock-like dildo harder and I gasp as the head pops inside me. She holds still as my body starts to adjust to the intrusion. I breath deeply, forcing myself to relax and Mistress thrusts her hips pushing it deeper. Her hands grips my hips as she thrusts in short, quick jabs. She make little grunting sounds with each thrust.

“This is your pussy,” she tells me as she thrusts deeper.

“Ahhhhhhhgggghhhh,” I gasp as I feel the cock slide in deeply. “My pussy. Yes, Mistress!”

My cock has gotten rock hard and thick. With each thrust Mistress makes, it is pushed against the rough bark and I groan, but not sure from which, the exquisite feel of the dildo in my pussy or my cock grating against the tree.

My grunts match each of Mistress's well timed thrusts. “You're a cock-loving fuck slut, aren't you,” she taunts me and all I can think about is how much I want her to keep fucking me as the pleasure keeps ripping through my body and I stick my bum out as much as my bonds will allow.

“Oh, I am, Mistress,” I gasp as another wave of mind blowing pleasure sweeps through me. “I am you cock-loving fuck slut. All I want is to be yours.” My body is a mass of nerve-endings misfiring and making my mind cloud over as I absorb them all. The sensations coming from my pussy, the sensations from my cock, the sensations from my skin against the oak tree. They all have merged and 

I no longer know where one begins and another ends. All I know is Mistress. She surrounds me. She engulfs me. She owns me.

 My cock is throbbing, aching hard. I squirm and writhe while Mistress continues to pound into me, her grunts and taunts just excite me more, I start to beg loudly, uncaring who might hear or not. 

“Please Mistress...I need to cum..pleaseeee!”

“Don't you dare cum,” she hisses at me. “I'm not nearly through with you yet.” She slows her incessant pounding to soft, almost tentative thrusts. Then she rotates her hips and stirs the cock around inside me. All she is succeeding in, is making me even crazier with desire and need. I want to cum so fucking bad it's driving me out of my head. My cock is in over drive. I fear it won't take much more and I'll cum anyhow.

With each slow thrust, Mistress says, “You're so fucking horny aren't you?”

Weak with need and desire, I can barely whisper, “Yes, Mistress.”
 

She stops and stirs the cock around and around inside me. “Arrrrgggghhhhh, Mistress!” I hug the tree to keep from melting. “I'm so yours,” I gasp.

“Mine,” she says as she withdraws the dildo.

The wail that escapes me is one of sheer wanton need. I am so desperately in need of cumming I feel near delirious, as if I will lose my mind if I'm not allowed to cum this time. I feel so completely powerless and hers as I know any chance of cumming is in her hands. So entrenched in her control am I that I can no longer even consider pleasing myself without her consent.

I lean against the tree, resigned to my fate, completely forgetting Mistress' promise. She isn't done with me yet.

Mistress unties the ropes and undoes the spreader bar. I think she has finished with me and say, 

“Thank you, for allowing this fuck slut to serve you, Mistress.”

“Silly boy,” she says with a laugh. “Weren't you listening? I'm not nearly done with you just yet.”

She reaches up and pinches a nipple. The sensation nearly sends me to my knees. “Oh, Mistress,” I gasp and my cock leaps for joy.

“Back against the tree,” she says.

“Yes, Mistress,” I whisper and place my back against the tree. My pussy is still tingling from the pounding it received and my cock is bouncing and oozing a stream of precum.

Mistress once again loops the rope in the rings on my cuffs and pulls the rope and pulling my arms behind me. Oh God, I wonder, what has she got planned now? I'm not left long to wonder. She's left my feet untethered, but pinches open a clothes peg and and after teasing my left nipple long enough to drive me to distraction with want and need, she attaches it. The sharp pain of pleasure shoots through me and my cock lifts in response. I yelp at the suddenness of conflicting sensations.

“Mmmmmm,” Mistress murmurs, “I love it when your mind tells me one thing, but your body's response tell Me another.”

She wipe the precum from the tip of my cock and and then holds her fingers to my mouth which I open like a baby bird anticipating his meal. She lets me suck my fluids off her fingers and then adds the second clothes peg to my right nipple. I hiss, but don't make any other sound.

Mistress pours an ample handful of lubricant in her palm. A long, loud groan erupts from deep within my being as she applies the lubricant to my cock. She looks at me as she glides her hands back and forth over my throbbing shaft. I stare back at her, my gaze expressing my need, desire, lust, want, submission, utter surrender to her.

“I fucked you with a cock,” she says as she strokes mine while coating it with lube. “Now, it's My turned to be fucked with this cock.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I say breathlessly, “this cock is at your service.”

I am anticipating Mistress will straddle my cock, but when she turns and backs up to Me I gasp in shocked surprise. She takes my cock and guides it to her bumhole and there's nothing I can to do to help as my arms tied behind the tree.

“Ohhh Mistress,” I groan as I feel the head of my cock pressing against her. I thrust my hips and feel a slight resistance and as Mistress pushes back against me harder, I thrust again and gain entry.

“Oh yeah,” Mistress breathes as my cock gets slid deeper into her bumhole. She starts to rock backwards on my cock and groans of sweet agony erupt from me as she squeezes and tightens around me. I use the tree for leverage by arching my back and thrust my hips.

She stays just far enough out of reach that my forward thrusts don't accomplish as much as her backwards one do. The tight friction on My cock is my undoing, and I beg Mistress to let me cum.

“Please Mistress,” I say, my voice high pitched and foreign sounding to me, “please let me cum!”

For an answer, Mistress rams backwards with such force I'm pinned to the tree, while she continues to fuck my cock with her bum. The sounds of her soft grunts mingle with my loud wails of 

 “Pleasssssssssssssse, Mistress,” and “Let me cum, Pleasssssssssssss”

I am writhing and rolling my head around as I start to lose my mind with the delirious pleasures my body is pent up with. My heart is pounding hard in my chest while my breath comes in gasps as I struggle to hold back the need to cum. I would rather die than cum without Mistress' permission, but if she keeps tormenting me like this I know I won't be able to stop the inevitable.

Mistress pumps hard and fast and I'm almost screaming for her to please give her permission when she says calmly, “Cum NOW!” and pushes hard and tight against me.

The second the word “now” passes her lip, my cock explodes with a fierce eruption as I have never experienced before. My cock pulses with a continuous stream of hot cum as I keep cumming and cumming. The release is so powerful I feel as if my brain exploded with it. Even after Mistress pulls off me, my cock still pulses and throbs. I feel so spent both physically and emotionally, I lean against the tree for support.

Mistress unclips the clothes pegs and all I can do is utter a small gasp. She unfastens the rope and I slide to a heap at her feet. She sits beside me and holds me, telling me over and over how pleased she is with her slut. I lean against her and bask in her praise a tired, but satisfied smile on my lips as Mistress says, “Mine. You belong to Me.” I don't even care when I notice a couple standing by the gate gawking at us.

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