well-being.
We walked on again and all the time I was having trouble keeping my mind off one particular prospect. Peeing like a dog was one thing and certainly bad enough, but when it came to needing to empty my bowels, could I face having to squat down and do that in public as well, for that was surely the only option I would be allowed.
After a while, we came to a high wooden paling fence set atop a brick wall which I presumed marked the boundary of the Hacklebury grounds at this point. It stood more than ten feet high and my heart sank as I gazed up at it. Even with the use of my hands and with no other sort of bondage restrictions I would have found such an obstacle nearly impossible to breach, for although Teena in the seventies would have little enough trouble reaching up and grasping the timber section to pull herself up, Angelina would struggle and her fingers, even without gloves and strapped to stiff timbers, had not been designed with fence scaling activities in mind.
We turned right and followed a cleared pathway along the boundary wall for a good ways. I estimated we must have covered nearly a mile and still there was no sign of a break in the wall or even a gateway. It looked as if the perimeter was well protected around most, if not all, of its length, yet there had to be at least one entrance somewhere.
At last, after what was beginning to feel like half a lifetime, Erik halted and turned to jab a finger at me. 'Sit!' he ordered.
For a moment I was at a loss what to do, but then I realised what was expected of me. I sank down and back onto my haunches, my arms extended in front of me, the picture of obedience, not to mention stupidity. I looked up at him and saw the pleasure on his face. At any moment I expected him to produce a biscuit and have me beg for it. But no, he had a better doggie treat in mind.
Slowly, he unlaced the front of his breeches and took out his flaccid but still impressive organ, stepping towards me and planting his feet between my wooden paws. 'Good girl,' he said, pointing it towards my lips, and yes, like a good girl I parted them and accepted the offering, flicking away at it with my tongue so that it quickly began to rise and thicken. 'Good girl,' he repeated several times as I closed my eyes to try to shut out the reality of what I was doing.
But then what else could I have done? Erik carried a short crop at his belt and I knew he would not hesitate to use it if he thought I was trying to be rebellious. And even without the whip, those big hands across my bottom would have been painful enough. Besides, there was also Meg waiting back there for me somewhere, her devious mind no doubt full of all manner of spiteful tortures to inflict upon her rival, as I now knew she saw me.
It certainly took less time to bring Erik to full preparedness than on the previous occasion in my little straw-filled cell, but this time I was not permitted the luxury of taking the initiative. Instead, he tugged on my lead and ordered me up, not onto my two legs but back up onto the four. I groaned slightly, yet there was an uncontrollable tremor running along my spine and through each of my limbs as I realised he was going to take me from behind, doggie style. I just prayed he would use the right orifice and not get carried away, for his girth would be more than I could hope to deal with in my back passage.
Fortunately, my Viking knew what he liked and wanted and was not one to try new paths, at least for the moment. Grasping my hips, he allowed his shaft freedom to find its own way unguided, and that it did as he stooped to place it beneath my lower belly and then drew it slowly back until its engorged tip found my already wet little slot. Damn this body , I thought as he began to enter me. The brain was thinking one thing but the fanny was thinking something else entirely.
But then again, was the brain really thinking so differently? I had to ask myself that for despite the ignominy of my position
We walked on again and all the time I was having trouble keeping my mind off one particular prospect. Peeing like a dog was one thing and certainly bad enough, but when it came to needing to empty my bowels, could I face having to squat down and do that in public as well, for that was surely the only option I would be allowed.
After a while, we came to a high wooden paling fence set atop a brick wall which I presumed marked the boundary of the Hacklebury grounds at this point. It stood more than ten feet high and my heart sank as I gazed up at it. Even with the use of my hands and with no other sort of bondage restrictions I would have found such an obstacle nearly impossible to breach, for although Teena in the seventies would have little enough trouble reaching up and grasping the timber section to pull herself up, Angelina would struggle and her fingers, even without gloves and strapped to stiff timbers, had not been designed with fence scaling activities in mind.
We turned right and followed a cleared pathway along the boundary wall for a good ways. I estimated we must have covered nearly a mile and still there was no sign of a break in the wall or even a gateway. It looked as if the perimeter was well protected around most, if not all, of its length, yet there had to be at least one entrance somewhere.
At last, after what was beginning to feel like half a lifetime, Erik halted and turned to jab a finger at me. 'Sit!' he ordered.
For a moment I was at a loss what to do, but then I realised what was expected of me. I sank down and back onto my haunches, my arms extended in front of me, the picture of obedience, not to mention stupidity. I looked up at him and saw the pleasure on his face. At any moment I expected him to produce a biscuit and have me beg for it. But no, he had a better doggie treat in mind.
Slowly, he unlaced the front of his breeches and took out his flaccid but still impressive organ, stepping towards me and planting his feet between my wooden paws. 'Good girl,' he said, pointing it towards my lips, and yes, like a good girl I parted them and accepted the offering, flicking away at it with my tongue so that it quickly began to rise and thicken. 'Good girl,' he repeated several times as I closed my eyes to try to shut out the reality of what I was doing.
But then what else could I have done? Erik carried a short crop at his belt and I knew he would not hesitate to use it if he thought I was trying to be rebellious. And even without the whip, those big hands across my bottom would have been painful enough. Besides, there was also Meg waiting back there for me somewhere, her devious mind no doubt full of all manner of spiteful tortures to inflict upon her rival, as I now knew she saw me.
It certainly took less time to bring Erik to full preparedness than on the previous occasion in my little straw-filled cell, but this time I was not permitted the luxury of taking the initiative. Instead, he tugged on my lead and ordered me up, not onto my two legs but back up onto the four. I groaned slightly, yet there was an uncontrollable tremor running along my spine and through each of my limbs as I realised he was going to take me from behind, doggie style. I just prayed he would use the right orifice and not get carried away, for his girth would be more than I could hope to deal with in my back passage.
Fortunately, my Viking knew what he liked and wanted and was not one to try new paths, at least for the moment. Grasping my hips, he allowed his shaft freedom to find its own way unguided, and that it did as he stooped to place it beneath my lower belly and then drew it slowly back until its engorged tip found my already wet little slot. Damn this body , I thought as he began to enter me. The brain was thinking one thing but the fanny was thinking something else entirely.
But then again, was the brain really thinking so differently? I had to ask myself that for despite the ignominy of my position
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