A Walk In The Park (Part Three - The Conclusion)

It seemed like an eternity for fuckdoll, still bound with scarlet rope in a bent over position, until she could hear the approach of the man dispatched by her Master to fetch two canes. And it wasn't the rustle of the leaves that signalled that he was approaching. It was the whooshing sound of swishing the cnes through the air as he came from the darkness.

He quietly handed the canes to her Master who took a few quick, and dramatically loud swipes at thin air. Fuckdoll knew what was coming - she was rapidly slipping into subspace without even the touch of one of the canes yet.

Just then, she felt the smooth sensation of a bamboo cane brush lightly against her cunt. It moved away quickly, and was then lightly but quickly returned. Once more slid it's entire length along her soaking wet cunt, still oozing cum from the fucking on the table.

In the blink of an eye, and with fuckdoll only realising for a moment prior, the cane whooshed away and with that noise that arouses her Master everytime, cracked down with harsh intent accross her bottom. The pain was intense, her mouth was open, but no scream was emitted. WHOOSH! CRACK! Another! Again! And again!

Fuckdoll had no idea how many cane strikes she had received - she was in a completely different time and space to the men currently using her body for pleasure.. She had the brief sensation of being untied and carried back to the table again. She looked up through tear-filled eyes to see yet another man fucking her. His face showing he was obviously not far from orgasm. Her training from her Master instictively told her hands to reach down and clasp the man's hips and pull him deeper inside of her. She needed the cum. More, MORE!

She heard another voice, a female voice whimpering "Next! Next!" And then realised it was her own. No turning back now, this was her. She was her Master's slut and proud of it.

Then she saw familiar eyes looking down at her. They were her Master's. His smiling face a pleasant diversion from the equally pleasant group fuck. His hands touched her body, and she felt instantly warm. She closed her eyes as she reached down and guided his cock inside her body, her legs wrapping around his waist.

Their smiles at each other didn't take away the brutal hardness of his thrusts into her cunt - instead, they only served to display the romantic nature of their sex together. They were Master and submissive. Owner and slave. But they were lovers too.

As his orgasm came forward into her, his hands wrapped upwards around her throat.. Clentching and squeezing.

Through the headrush of the blood restriction.. Fuckdoll pulled him deeper inside herself with her hands.

Coming to from her unconscious state, she was still in the park. Her Master holding her and his friends were walking away into the darkness. It had only been a minute or too since she passed out.

Holding her closer and tighter.. He said the words she craves to hear.. "I love you baby..."

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A Walk In The Park (Part Two)

Fuckdoll tried her hardest to focus against the blackness of the night, but she just couldn't make out the face of the man approaching her. One thing was a given though, she would behave as she knew her Master would want – her jaw dropped open and her mouth obeyed the command. If her Master wanted her to respect and follow the instructions of these men, she would ensure that she did just that.

The man grabbed hold of the back of her head roughly. A large fist full of her black hair and forced his cock immediately down her throat. Pounding at her face slowly but firmly. She recognised the cock – this was her Master. A relaxing warmth spread over her and the tension lifted from the scene. Where she was a little nervous before about taking on five different men, the feeling of having Him inside her made her feel calmer. Her throat relaxed and despite choking and drooling all over the cock, she enjoyed the sensation of being watched by the other men.

Master suddenly withdrew his cock and using the hand full of hair at the back of her head, dragged her over to the wooden picnic table a few metres away. The wood of the table was obviously old, years of hot summers and wet winders had taken their toll on the surface and it was rough to the touch. But that didn't stop her Master. "Get on your back" he ordered while pushing her backwards with a firm hand around her throat.

He pushed open her legs and she knew what was about to happen – the first man approached, and without a word, he slid his cock inside her, by now, soaking wet cunt. She let out a shudder of glee as he started thrusting faster and harder. She began to panic, what if he doesn't have a condom on?? It's dark, her Master wouldn't be able to see if he was or wasn't. FUCK! As a display of their bond, He knew what was on her mind. She felt his breath near her ear as he said softly "Relax, I had them checked first"..

She did just that, hang on – they had been checked? Her thought was interrupted by confirmation of the thought that had began to dawn on her – her Master's friend started grunting and fucking her harder, then she felt the hot, thick spurts of cum inside of her body. She couldn't help it, she began to cum as well. It seemed whenever she felt a hard cock start pumping inside her like this, she couldn't help but instantly reach orgasm as well. She was only just finished letting it wash over her that the man pulled out and suddenly her Master was pulling her off the table again. He was dragging her over to two nearby trees.

Large and sturdy trunks that she noticed had the remainder of the men stood nearby. Her footsteps were a little wobbly after the pounding she had just received but she managed a quick scan of the two trees – scarlet red ropes were already secured around both trunks. One on each about 30cm above the ground, one more on each trunk about a metre further up.

Positioning her in place between the two trees, He tied both her wrists to the ropes set higher up the trees, holding her arms out wide in a T shape. Fuckdoll then spread her legs assuming she knew the drill of what the bottom ropes were for. Master saw this and calmly said "I don't recall telling you to do that" followed sharply by a good hard slap across her face, she was in heaven now.

He positioned her so that she was bent over and the two bottom ropes were looped through the O-ring on her collar holding her in place. She now couldn't stand up or pull in her hands. Because of the tension on the ropes on her wrists, she couldn't really crouch down either. She could feel the other man's cum leaking out of her body and oozing down her inner thighs, mixing with the cunt juices now flowing from her ready for more fucking.

She heard movement behind her.

It was her Master.

"Daniel," he said, "go to the car, on the back seat, there are two bamboo canes. Could you bring them to me…?"

(to be continued, again…)

A Walk In The Park (Part One)

The evening had gone well. Master and fuckdoll's first poker night with his workmates. Eight people in total and with only play money going around, the atmosphere was jovial. Fuckdoll ensured she teased her Master, as she knew he enjoyed, by flirting with his friends. He loved it when she wore skirts just that bit too short for normal use and showed of a tad too much thigh.

He enjoyed it so much that, when he closed the front door after his friends left for the night, he turned to her with his usual expression of filth. He was going to dominate her tonight.

"I have a task for you, my little Slut" he said as a smile grew across his face.

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The sound of fuckdoll's heels clicked on the pavement, the sound carrying far due to the warmth of the night air. The occasional car passed her, and she shielded her face from the headlights each time – protecting her eyes from the brightness. She had to keep her vision tuned to the darkness for the part of her walk that was coming up.

She stood at the entrance to the inner-city park and peered into the distance. It was so dark, it was like ink had been poured into the area. She reached into the pocket of her 3/4 length coat – the only actual clothing she was wearing – and pulled out the small torch. Her Master has already fitted it with a red filter. Not to reduce the level of light it gave out, although that was a good side effect to stop passers-by seeing the light bouncing around as she walked, but mainly so that he could see her approach.

Taking a deep breath, she switched on the torch and pointed it at the path infront of her, and started her walk into the park. The metallic clinks and clunks of her metal collar seemed louder than they were in reality, and she would normally have stopped the O-ring from clanking around with her free hand, but her Master had instructed her not to.

She then felt and heard the familiar buzz-buzz of her mobile receiving a text message. Her footsteps stopped. Should she check it? What if her Master saw her wavering from the task she had been allowed to take part in? What if it was her Master sending the message? She stood in the darkness for a minute or so, embroiled in her internal dilemma and was only broken out of her turmoil when her mobile vibrated again. She made the choice – read the messages.

Opening up her phone she saw two messages, both from her Master. She read the first one: "Open your coat and let your body show as you walk". Instantly, and without a heartbeat of hesitation, she obeyed. Then she read the second message: "you hesitated. You now need to removed your coat, fold it over your left forearm and continue your walk."

Fuck. She knew he was watching now. He had to be close. She looked around her, squinting a little, wondering where he was amongst the trees and then realised that if she hesitated longer she might have a further task. Quickly, she removed her coat and felt the warm slow breeze of the summer night brushing past her naked body. Folding the coat over her left forearm, she walked on.

No more than 30 or so metres later, her phone in her hand vibrated again. She didn't pause this time and read the message right away: "put your coat on the ground. And kneel down on it." She did exactly that. After about 30 seconds, she heard movement. But not from one place. She heard movement from all around her. In the low-level light, she could just make out 4, perhaps 5 men. As they got closer, she realised that they were the same men she had been laughing and flirting with earlier in the evening, the friends of her Master.

One unzipped his jeans as he walked towards her….

"Open your mouth you fucking whore… I'm gonna enjoy this.."

(to be continued)




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For M.

This morning was a turning point in the lives of myself and fuckdoll. We awoke to a lazy day together, and (as I'm somewhat of a geek inside), I rolled over to check my Blackberry for any messages I had received during the night. As I flicked through the inbox, I saw that I'd got an update. I read the update to myself and was moved beyond words. I then read the update aloud to fuckdoll, and tears welled up in her eyes. She was as moved as I was.

Quite simply, the comment from "M." deserves a response with more weight that just a comment in reply. It deserves a post to say thank you. Thank you from both myself and fuckdoll for touching our lives, by saying that we have touched yours.

I never thought that my writing would be anything other than a way for me to vent my mind. A way of complimenting the mood-stabilizers I take everyday. Never did I think that it would be read by someone everytime I posted something. To think that things I've wrote have perhaps helped someone make such a monumental decision in their life is an honour that I'm not sure I'm worthy of.

So, to "M", I say congratulations. I know that your choice is not something that can be made easily, nor is it something that can be executed with any kind of ease. But, and I can promise you this, you will reach one point, where you wake up after a good night's sleep, and you will realise that you have your whole life ahead of you.

And you can do whatever you want that day, and for your life.

All the best with everything, and I hope to still have your eyes reading our blogs..

Take care,
Master & Fuckdoll



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And it's been another while..

I've been really bad with posting updates, but I suppose that the main reason for that is that this blog started as a way for me to vent my thoughts and emotions during the phase before the obvious happened - I left my wife.

It took a comment from one of the readers to prompt me to post another update. I thank that reader for that comment, and I hope you the best in your life. Everyone deserves happiness.

So, briefly, I left my wife a few weeks ago and, literally, packed up my bike with as much luggage as a 1000cc sportbike can carry without wheelying down the road, and rode off into the night. The freezing night air whipped against my clothes, pulling away layers of the oppression that I'd endured for years. I was finally doing something for me.

After riding for about 45mins or so, I pulled into a fuel station. Stopped at a pump and wandered into the shop and bought a hot chocolate to warm my hands while I filled up the bike's fuel tank. Standing under the flouro lights of a fuel station at 3am took me back to my teenage years of late night driving. Which was the last time I could think of when I felt free to do as I pleased. I could do whatever I wanted to do, and what I wanted to do right then, was call fuckdoll and make sure she still wanted me.

She did.

The weeks since then have been a whirlwind. Happy times of waking up next to her, mixed with some bad times with my wife contacting me and not wanting to let go.

The other problem lately, is my workplace. My manager is a little weakling who is one of the most passive-aggressive people I have had the misfortune of encountering. He is fake with his constant smiles and his faux laughter goes through me like fingernails scraped down a chalkboard. He makes my manias want to surface. I daydream about smashing his head into the corner of his desk until he dies, or beating him with a pool cue. Anything to end his exsistence.

But I won't do it. I care so little for him that I can't bring myself to burn the calories needed to kill him.

And on that note, I shall end. And I promise to update this more often.

Take care, and, to those who can identify with my situation with leaving my wife - do what you need to do to be happy, and only regret things you choose not to do.

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