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Painting by Erica Chappuis |
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Painting by Erica Chappuis |
A day to remember
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07:30 |
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07:45 |
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09:00 |
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09:30 |
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11:40 |
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13:00 |
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14:00 |
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16:00 |
Stones & trees |
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When you reach the stones, remove your dress |
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Leave your dress on another stone |
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Keep just your boots |
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Put your dog collar and your lead. |
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Fix the heavy padlock on the lead and let it swing between your legs |
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Five minutes. I reach my destination - a cove just away from the path, with beech trees and big granite rocks. Just away, but I will still be visible from the path. I remind myself: public exhibition - I have been there, let's go. I drop my skirt and shout: 'yes!' Look at me, a well-to-do woman, some forty years of age, naked, wearing nothing but knee-length boots, with little wounds all over her body, about to put a dog collar with leash around her neck, all of her own free will - shouting: 'yes!' And I put the collar with leash around my neck, fix the padlock and drop the chain. The chain hanging down, I cast the lock behind me between my legs and let it swing and swing, the cold chain touching my cunt time after time... the chain that binds me... |
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Climb on a stone |
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Sit on the stone, legs open, sex on the rock, back well-arched. |
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Put the vibrator deep into mouth and suck it |
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I chose a large, smooth boulder - they are rough enough - small enough so that I can straddle it. Stone cold against my wide open legs and sex. Mouth deep, the vibrator switched on at low speed. I close my eyes and suck it, rocking slowly to and fro. A raw, sensuous feeling... |
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Starts slowy scratching your sex on the rock |
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It is as if I am softly stroking my sex with sanding paper. Be gentle, rough and gentle... I take my nipples and squeeze them. They are still so sensitive! Squeeze them hard! There! Stroke your sex! Which sweet torture is necessary to divert my attention from which torture? |
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Press your clito hard on the rock |
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Press your tits and your nipples on the rock |
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Move your body faster until you cum |
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Lying front down on the cold rock I straddle, my breasts in contact with the stone, I writhe and roll, my nipples stroking the stone, my breasts pressed against it, my sex getting sore from the scratching, I am warm, I am hot - I have lost control: I am fucking the stern, cold-blooded stone. Fuelled by the wondrous experiences of the day, I am craving it and lose myself with a cry. |
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Lay on the stone on your back, Legs open |
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Relax, keep breathing slowly |
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Watch the clouds in the sky |
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Gently masturbate with the vibrator |
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I lie on my back on the stone, still warm. Spread-eagled on the stone, legs apart, arms hanging down. Open to the universe, communing with mother sky. Dear Lord on earth, forgive me, I cannot bring myself to stimulate myself with the vibrator. Master, I am unworthy. I am communing with Mother Sky. |
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Go to a tree, fix the lead on a tree |
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Remove your boots, stay totally naked |
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Put a little limb between your ass and keep it without your hands |
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I am so cold now, as I get up. To create some heat I run around as fast as I can, inscribing large circles within this cove. What a sight I must be! Every bit of me moving in its own way, yet utterly part of my whole womanhood. The weighted leash is jumping about, playfully hitting me here and there on my thighs. This is not real. I am in a trance-like state. Am I overcome with the cold, the stress, the excitement? Concentrate! You have things to do! Warm now, I look around me on the ground and find a twig. Then I remove my boots at the foot of a tree. (Oh, to be naked.) With the padlock I lock myself in place and place the key on the ground at the foot of its stem. The twig, to clench it between my mighty buttocks. This does demand great concentration. I do not manage immediately, but I do eventually. And then I see how clever he is. Pert ass-cheeks, my whole body follows in suit. Oh, Master, you spoil me. |
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Press your sex and your nipples on the bark |
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I want grazes on your big tits, your belly and your pubis. |
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Cum again like a wild slut |
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The female dog, the mad dog, has only one wish: to ride the tree. She is compelled to, as her nipples and cunt would clearly demonstrate to the imaginary inspector. (She would not actually notice if a man, woman, child or dog were really present.) Imaginary inspector? I am burning, I embrace thee, Master. A drizzly rain has come upon me again, but does not touch me. I arch backwards, with my face to the sky, eyes closed. And with all my might I press my body against him, my severe M, and ride, ride... feverishly shaking my hair, groaning... Your dog, dog, dog... |
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If you find water, wash your sex and your fingers |
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....until I am launched, fly high... fall and touch down: hanging by the neck on my leash. I struggle and raise myself. Standing squarely on my feet again and stroking my neck, I look down and see that my front is grazed as he wanted. (Clever M. He conditions my mind such that I can only obey his every instruction.) I release myself from the tree. No water, no washing. I would have benefited from the cleansing. Dogs lick themselves after copulating. |
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18:00 |
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later |
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20:00 |
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20:30 |
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22:00 |
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Copyright by Vanna Vechian, 1999. Reproduction allowed only for personal use.
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