Seeking a female personal assistant:

[spiritual_love]

Inga

Inga attempted to gauge the time, purely based upon her own senses.

Had it already been ten minutes? Was he hot on her trail?

Her heart was thudding as she moved quickly, almost forgetting that she was teetering in the heels shielding her feet. Her sleek form wove through the wooded area silently. Her body continued to throb were the ropes ground into her private regions. The binding was soaked with her arousement as it rubbed back and forth, side to side. The clamps no longer worried her nipples, but they did burn hotly. That was a sensation she loved and craved.

Suddenly thinking she hears movement, Inga crouches low to the ground, hiding beneath a dense gathering of brushes.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Gill Bates:

'Was that a flash of well tanned skin that just caught my attention out of the corner of my left eye,' I wondered as I squatted and scan the area around the fairly dense thicket of brush off to the left.

'Patience. No hurry. Wait and see if it's repeated and if not then just continue the stalk to see who'll win the game.'[i/]

I slowly brought up the C02 paintball rifle and waited quietly as I scanned and watched. Not staring at any one place, letting my eyes move and dart place to place looking for a color that didn't belong or a "line" that Nature wouldn't make in and around the thicket.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Bump*

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[spiritual_love]

Inga

Inga fell absolutely silent. She felt like an animal being hunted, preyed upon.

It was exquisite.

She supposed in a way, she was an animal. His little sexual beast, his to do with as he pleased. His collared creature, willing to do his bidding in any way, shape or form. She stifled the soft gasp that wanted to erupt as she felt her body roiling with heat. The toys were terrorizing her tender fuckable openings.

Moving slightly, still shielded by the brush, she exhales deciding her next move.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Gill Bates:

I stood motionless listening scanning and looking for my succulent prey. As I squatted slowly, still scanning the undergrowth there was a slight rustle.

Had she moved or was it a squirrel or other critter. I waited, I watched and I turned on the remote for the bullets above and below her clit.

Cheating? Perhaps, but I'd let her run again, just to watch as she did. However, this time there wouldn't be a 10 minute lead and she'd know when I was close for they start vibrating again when I was within 50-100 feet of her. A fair trade off to me.

 

[spiritual_love]

Inga

Inga lowered her body to the ground. As soon as she did the bullets near her clit begin to sing.

Oh...not now...
Her thoughts thundered within her mind.

She was already weakened from the constant pressure upon her body and now he had just added to it. Her clit pounded viciously as the humming wafted over the bud. Breathing deeply she desperately sought to control the sensations streaming through her nearly helpless body.

Creeping as slowly and noiselessly as she could, she left the comfort of the brush, seeking another place to hide. She knew he would be upon her soon and to even get an opportunity to escape she had to keep moving.

She stood to her full height as she got about 20 feet away from the brush. Turning to look back, her heart leaps, belly curling with fear as she thinks she saw just the slightest of movements. She didn't wait to see what it was, but took off running at full speed, wobbling in the awkward heels and the torturing toys.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Gill Bates:

'There!' I thought.

I stood raising the paintball rifle. She was running away and was about thirty feet in front of me.

I tripped the laser sight and put it on the center of her back just above her delightful ass.

*Pock! Pock!* I fired twice and started after her at a jog, backpack bouncing as I ran.

Inga swerved when she heard the first shot. This wasn't the first time we'd played, although some had more serious intent as it was security oriented.

The first shot just missed her ass. The second, however, hit. While not dead center it did leave a bright red splotch of paint on the back edge of her hip. A half step more and it too would have missed.

"Got'cha my prey!!" I shouted as she slowed to a stop and reached back to rub where the ball had struck. At that range they stung but didn't do any damage other than perhaps a small welt, and Inga would probably enjoy that as much as the sting.

When I reached her I wrapped my arms around her, hugged her nice and tightly and kissed her long and gently... at first and then the feel of her breasts on my chest, her hard nipples poking against me, her sounds and how she moved and touched me changed it to a deep kiss showing growing hunger in us both.

 

[spiritual_love]

Inga

The sudden shots surprised her. Usually she was much better at keeping track of his movements, at eluding him for just a bit longer. She was almost disappointed that she hadn't been able to hold him off at least for another thirty to forty minutes, but then she thought of the results of being caught. A little smile creased her lips as the paint splatter near her hip.

It stung like crazy, but it was tolerable, rather pleasureable being it was coming from him. Her fingers ran through the paint as she rubbed the struck spot. Blue eyes lifting as she spotted him heading towards her rapidly. She was like a deer in the headlights, heart pounding away with her chest as she gazed upon him.

Suddenly, she was crushed in his embrace, murmuring words of her desperate need, her submission to him. Her tongue lapped hungrily at the part of his lips. The slender hold of her hands grasped at his back as her body rubbed and grinded against his.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Gill Bates:

The kiss ends as I shug off the back and let it hit the ground beind me as my lovely Inga rubs her tits on my chest and grind her pussy on the swelling in my shorts.

"Undress me lil slave. As you to give me a little list of several choices that you'd find sooo arousing for the Hunter to do and with his captured prey."

I release her so she can obey and move to assist as she does and I listen to what she suggests.

 

[spiritual_love]

Inga

Inga nearly squeals with the opportunity to touch him. Now if only he would take the rope and toys from her body. She already felt as though she would burst with every movement. It was taking more then her normal concentration to keep her mind centered and her body from tumbling over the edge without his permission.

"Several, Mr. Bates?"
Inga speaks softly as her fingers dance along his chest, taking a brief moment to pinch the nipples hidden beneath his shirt. The action causes her own clamped ones to throb more intensely, desiring his pinching touch.

Her hands gather the bottom hem of his shirt, pulling it upwards. Purring as he is revealed to her, Inga's head lowers, her slithering pink tongue draws a path upon the center of his stomach teasingly.

"I would like to have my wrists chained and stretched upwards, Mr. Bates. I do believe the tree branchs would be tall enough to do so, I'm not sure if the length of chain is sufficient though. "

She drew the shirt over his head, leaning forth to nibble at her master's lips, her tongue again darting playfully upon the part of his mouth. Moaning softly as his taste is drawn into her. He was so damn delicious.

Eagerly she sank to the ground, paying no mind as her knees dug into the grass and stray branches. Her lush mouth lowered to his boots, gracing them with adoring kisses. Her heart-shaped ass twisted as she began to unlace his boots, pulling each from his foot carefully.

"Or you could take these ropes and toys from my body, string me to the tree and use the other toys in the backpack, Mr. Bates. Perhaps bind my body facing the tree, so I can feel the bark rubbing into my flesh as you control the rest? I do wish I had placed a whip within the backpack for you to use, Sir. I imagine a switch from one of the trees would work just as well, yes?"

Arching an eyebrow as she questions whether he approves of her ideas or not, her hands easily unbutton and unzip his pants, easing them down his hips, thighs and to the ground. His hand touches upon her shoulder as he steps out of each leg hole, allowing her to fold the pants and place them aside.

Remaining in her kneel before him, giving herself always to her employer, her owner, her master, she rocks forward, nuzzling her face into his crotch, his scent rushing through her nostrils, claiming her as no one has ever been able to. Her lips press a wet loving kiss upon his cock, before tilting back into her kneel awaiting his desire.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Gill Bates:

"Hmm," I say as I caress your face, "chain behind to bend you over or in front to stretch you Inga?"

 

[spiritual_love]

Inga

Purrs softly into the curve of his hand as she considers the question.

"In front, Mr. Bates." her voice quivers hungrily with her need, "Please, Sir."

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Gill Bates:

The suspension cuffs are removed from the backpack.

"Lift your arms and give me your wrists Inga. Let's get you ready shall we? How much pain today sweet slave and painslut, a little or a lot?
"Also, use your sweet mouth Inga as I cuff you. If I cum you scream for a long time and No release either."

 

[spiritual_love]

Inga

Inga lifts her arms, offerring her wrists to Mr. Bates. She couldn't help but smile as he spoke. His words were just as much pleasure for her as was his touch.

"The amount of pain?"
She speaks curiously as she answers his question with one of her own.
"Whatever you wish to provide me with, Mr. Bates."

Her voice growns teasing as she continues, feeling the cuffs wrap around her slender wrists tightly. Licking her lips she smiles wantonly at him.

"Just where would you like my mouth, Sir?

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Gill Bates:

Chuckling, "All over, Inga, you tease. You know where I enjoy your oral talents the most."

Once the leather cuffs have been buckled and padlocked closed a stainless steel clip is used to fasten them together and a quick release, the same as is used with horses leads, is attatched to the clip. The other end of the quick release is very securely tied to a long length of strong climbing rope with a weight inside of a "money's fist" knot on it's other end.

 

[spiritual_love]

Inga

"I would never tease, Mr. Bates."
Inga speaks slowly, her words tinged with her mischeviousness.

As the cuffs are being buckled and affixed ot her wrists, her head leans forward, mouth brushing kisses upon his shoulder. Tongue trailing along his collar bone, licking at the hollow of his throat. She bares her teeth biting into his throat, the white pearls digging deeply into his flesh as she sucks purposely, wondering how he would look adorned with a slight bruise of her own.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Gill Bates:

"Mmmmm, niiice Inga. Niiice. Keep it up teasing lil one," I chuckle.

As you move the hand holding the rope swings and lets the loops go. The "monkey fist" knot sails over a thick branch behind and over your head, then falls to the ground with a muted *thud*.

My hands now stroke you, front and back as I watch you do one of the things you do so wonderfully, oral worship.

 

[spiritual_love]

Inga

Inga sighs as Mr. Bates hands worship her flesh, sending near electric shocks through her body as they rub over all her errogenous zones. Her mouth focuses again upon the hollow of his neck, licking and sucking. Finally, she moves lower.

Turning her head, she captures one of the man nipples within the clench of her white teeth. Sawing back and forth, biting at the little point, her blue eyes staring upwards upon her employer. Flickering her tongue upon the tip, she moves to the other, sucking tightly, attempting to draw it as far as possible into her slutty little mouth.

Her large breasts sway as she moves, hanging dangerously close to his bobbing, erect cock. Blushed nipples pounding painfully from the clamps, she can only imagine the anguish when they are released from the tight hold. She pulls forward, her arms stretched above, eagerly her tongue leaves a wet trail of saliva as she circles around his navel.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Gill Bates:

"mmmmm soo damned good. What a marvelous lil slut slave you are my Inga.
"Don't make me cum. If you do I'll have to punish you," I say as I stroke your hair.

 

[spiritual_love]

"Don't make me cum. If you do I'll have to punish you"

The words intrigued her. Though she didn't want to tempt him into punishing her, though she did wonder what it would be. How would he teach her a lesson? Suckling at his navel, Inga's mind wanders with these thoughts of temptation continually.

Lowering her body a bit more, she catches the tip of his cock between her lips. Suckling the leaking head, she sups off of his delicious precum. Her tongue wiggles over the tip back and forth, eagerly taking the leaking fluids for herself. Curling her lips back around the spongy knob she begins to suck voraciously.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Gill Bates:

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh sssssssss soooo good. Inga you're mouth is incomprable.
"Mmmmm ugh.. ugh.." My hips hunch without conscious thought fucking your hot, sucking mouth with just the head.

"Cloose. Verrry closse... mmmmmmmm"

 

[spiritual_love]

Inga

She pushed forward, wincing as her arms stretched, but not letting that hinder her goal. Furiously she sucked her owner's cock. Her head bobbed, up and down, taking the hardened meat into her throat. She was gagging, eyes watering, notrils flaring as she tried to supress it and continue swallowing his cock. The hungry surged through her entire body as she pushed forth harder. Holding him within her mouth, she stopped moving..simply working him over with deep, deep sucks, cramming his swollen, dribbling head in her throat.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Gill Bates:

"Ughhh... Mmmm...Ssssss.... yesssss. Throat fuck me Inga. Take my cum, taste it, wear it, be punished for it," I groan out as the first stream shoots out and down your throat.

My hands grip your head to hold it still as my hips pull back so the second fills your sucking mouth. Then back farther so the rest of my seed sprays out onto your face. When there's just a bit left my cock again passes into your open mouth for you to suck all that's left as what's on your face slowly flows toward your chin and drips in strings onto your wonderful breasts.

 

[spiritual_love]

Inga

"Ughhh... Mmmm...Ssssss.... yesssss. Throat fuck me Inga. Take my cum, taste it, wear it, be punished for it."

His words sent Inga into a frenzy of movements. She gulped at his organ, tongue slithering around the saliva drenched meat as she brought him to orgasm.

The sudden spurts blasting her throat with the thick, white seed, bathing the hollow tube of her throat. He draws back from Inga's lips spraying her face with the jerking shooting organ. Her tongue flies out over her lips, reaching for the corners of her mouth to gather more of the tasty essence. Gazing at Mr. Bates as the cum drips to her breasts, she sucks the remainder of his seed plops upon her breasts.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Gill Bates:

"Ugh... mmmm suuuuck. Feels soo goood when you lick and suck that way Inga.
"Your oral talents are one of the things that makes choosing where I'll fuck you so difficult a decision.
"Mmmmm, you do know you'll be punished for that don't you Inga? You wished the punishment and that's why you ignored the warning and did what you did when you moved to swallow my cock.
"Ssssss, yessss... sooo goood Inga, soooo niiiice. You want the pain today it seems. Am I correct Inga?" I ask as I look down while stroking your hair to watch you kneeling naked my cock in your mouth as it slowly softens and your sucking turns to suckling as a babe would at it's mother's breast.