A Tale of Maid Jane - The Forest
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It is always a great privilege and honor to see my Mistress; I am lucky enough to see her regularly and clean her house and dungeon. When she is working I find myself locked in the cage, listening to the gasps of delight coming from her client in her dungeon. But enough of that, today was something special!
For ages she has been saying we must do some filming. She won’t let me film her because, apparently, I am shit at it! The first I knew that something special was on was when I had to iron a very formal, crisp white blouse for her. She looked fantastic, bright red lipstick, blue eyes peering out below fantastic eyelashes, jodhpurs, black leather gloves and boots, with her lovely blonde hair tumbling over a long, black, leather trench coat.
She drove her photographer and me to the edge of a local wood – we walked deep inside it to find a totally secluded spot. I was made to strip – imagine her comments when she saw I was wearing pink frilly knickers, which she allowed me to keep on. She tied me to a tree, my face against the trunk, with my hands secured on the other side of the tree. I was suddenly quite helpless, and completely at her mercy.
She pulled down my knickers. First was the paddle – 20 strokes, getting harder and harder, until she decided that my buttocks were the right shade of red. Then the thin whippy cane – only 10 strokes, but each one bit into my flesh. And then a thicker cane – I was expecting 10 strokes, but ended up with 20! At least, I thought, my ordeal was now over.
But she found some stinging nettles, which she used to gently caress my back, before plunging them into the back of my knickers, which she pulled up tight. I was very lucky in two ways – first, she didn’t put them in the front of my knickers, and secondly they didn’t sting as much as I had expected (or so I thought).
I thought it was all over, but she decided I would have to crawl behind her back to the car, with the occasion encouragement from the paddle when I was too slow. I don’t know what hurt most at the end, my knees or my backside!
Safely dressed again, I got back into the car. The nettles were just starting to have an effect, and the throbbing in my buttocks was supplemented with the constant tingling of the nettles.
It was an incredibly erotic and exciting afternoon, and I was so privileged to have been allowed to help her in such a project. The wonderful thing is that she makes everything so much fun – it was great fun, if not a little painful. The pain will soon die off, but the wonderful memory will live for ever.
