No Escape in the Forest | BDSM Sex Story

 

"I'll have another beer. You too, right? I still have to tell you what happened to me yesterday at a customer meeting." In the village pub, between the regulars' table and guests playing cards, two friends in their 30s are sitting. "Sure. Tell us! Cheers!" "Cheers!"

I had an appointment yesterday on the farm, outside of town in the forest behind the railway crossing on the left. The one that was sold two years ago. The owner, Mrs. Meier, asked me to accompany her to the cellar. The room we had to go to was at the end of a corridor. On the way there we passed an open door. I was able to take a quick look inside - there was a large leather-covered cross with handcuffs on the ends. It looked like the letter X. We then continued walking, but Mrs. Meier noticed that I had looked in and saw the cross. "You shouldn't really see that!" she said. "You have to go in there on the left." Then she left and left me to work. When I made my way back, the door to the room with the cross was closed. I met Mrs. Meier upstairs in the kitchen for the obligatory signature on the order and to talk everything through. When we were finished, she suddenly asked: "Do you know what you saw earlier?" "I have a suspicion," I answered. "Are you curious? Would you like to know more?" she asked. I said yes. She then said that I should come back this evening at 7 p.m. She wanted to show me, as she said, what they do here.

At 7 pm. sharp, I rang the bell. Mrs. Meier opened the door and invited me in. She asked if I had any problems with nudity or if I was easily tempted. I said I had no problems with that. We went back to the basement. Another door was now open and we went in. She asked me: "Do you just want to watch or join in?" I thought about it. Mrs. Meier said that I could stop at any time if I didn't like it. There was also a safe word. I said I'd like to try and join in. She led me through a passage into the next room. She said I was being prepared. It sounded like an operation. And the room I was in looked like a treatment room in a practice or hospital. In one corner of the room was a gynecological chair.

"Take off your clothes!" ordered Mrs. Meier. With those words, she left the room. I did as I was told and ended up standing naked in the middle of the room. Finally, she came back, a basket of objects in her hand. She put it on a table and instructed: "Sit on the chair, please put your legs in the leg rests. And: From now on I am Mistress M for you. The safe word is 'red'." I nodded and did it with mixed feelings. I looked down at myself. My genitals were at her mercy as if on a silver platter. I hadn't shaved down there for a while, when I was still with Meike I had shaved more often. Now this type of shaving was no longer at the top of the priority list. Mistress M seemed to have noticed this too. She took a bottle of shaving foam and a disposable razor out of the basket and immediately started to lather me up. I quickly noticed that my thing wanted to react. But when she started to shave, the slight excitement gave way to a latent fear that she might hurt me. With practiced movements, she quickly finished the treatment. After wiping off the remaining foam with a towel, she put a black blindfold on me. 

I couldn't see anything anymore, then she put my hands behind my back. I felt cool metal on my wrists and immediately thought of handcuffs. With a few clicks they closed, but not too tightly. Then I heard metallic noises. Mistress M had something else in her basket. Something metallic touched first one of my hips, then the other, and then something on my extended back. I flinched as cool metal touched my balls and then my cock. What's happening? Knowing that we had the safe word, I let her carry on. I couldn't tell for the life of me what she was doing down there. But it wasn't exactly unpleasant, I just couldn't tell from the touches and movements what was happening. Finally, she was finished and I could feel additional weight on my genitals. "Done," said the mistress. "From now on you are object M-06." "Oookaaay!" I thought.

"Come with me!" she said, taking hold of my upper arm and leading me back to the door and out, past the door in the hallway from this afternoon. I strolled down the hallway. At the back right we went up a staircase that I had already seen, opposite the door to the room I was in this afternoon. At the top of the staircase, it seemed to lead outside. I felt cool air all over my body. Just a few steps and we were back in a building. We continued straight ahead, and then she made me stop and turned me to the right. "We're here," she said and took off my blindfold. After my eyes had adjusted to the brightness, I looked up.

I was in something like a barn. Wooden walls and an open roof. Sunlight fell through a few cracks and created visible rays inside. A breeze blew through the room. It seemed to be an adjoining room to a larger barn. I looked down at myself. My thing seemed to be trapped in some kind of cage. The length seemed to be right for the moment. However, if I got aroused, it would quickly become too small. I pushed the thought away and remembered the safe word again. When I then looked up, I had to look several times to process what I was seeing. There were three naked, slim women around 30 standing on something that looked like hand trucks but had been modified in some way. There was a widened base plate underneath, on which they were standing. Their hands were clasped behind their backs as if they were tied to the truck. They were wearing blindfolds and had a ball in their mouths, which was held in place with a string. 

The woman on the left was of medium height and had reddish hair that reached almost to her buttocks. Her breasts were probably about B-cups, and her nipples had clamps attached to them that were connected with a chain. In the middle of the chain was a small weight that pulled the clamps down. The woman in the middle was about a head taller than the one on the left. Her light blonde hair was tied in a ponytail. Her ample breasts - they might have been D-cups - also had clamps with a chain and weight attached to them. The woman on the right was shorter than the other two. Her dark blonde hair reached down to her chin. Unlike the others, she was not wearing clamps. She had very small breasts that barely protruded. Maybe AA cups. She also had quite tiny nipples, maybe the clamps wouldn't hold or it would be extremely painful. 

The women were all clean-shaven. Between their legs, a box was attached to the hand truck with a pole sticking out of the top. On this pole, there appeared to be a dildo that was inserted into the cracks of all three and protruded just a few inches. A cable ran from each of the boxes to a table to the left of the ladies, on which a laptop sat.

Mistress M stood next to me. "May I introduce you to objects W-16, W-17 and W-18." She pointed to the ladies one after the other from left to right. "You have booked a special wellness vacation with us. You are curious about what is happening here. Now you will get a demonstration." With these words, she went to the laptop and made some adjustments. Then it started to hum. First quietly, then a little louder. Mistress M went from woman to woman and took off their blindfolds. They were visibly surprised to see me. After a split second, surprise gave way to shame. Finally, they stood in front of me completely naked and in a defenseless pose. 

The middle one, W-17, closed her eyes and began to slide her body up and down on the dildo. Mistress M noticed this and clicked on the mouse. The humming in the middle seemed to stop and a mechanism in the box began to work. "You must be eager for your orgasm," said Mistress M. The dildo began to move slowly up and down. I noticed how excited I was by this sight. I couldn't stop it, my thing swelled and became longer and stiffer. I panicked as I thought about the cage becoming too small, my tip was already touching the front end. Fortunately, the size seemed to be adjustable. 

My growing cock pushed the part apart and bent it upwards. W-17 began to writhe. She increased the movement of her body. The sounds she made made it clear that she was slowly approaching her climax. She bit the ball, and a smacking sound could be heard from the dildo sliding up and down. "Uuh" and "Mmmh" could be heard, nothing more. "But not yet," said Mistress M. "You gave M-06 a great show," she said. Then she clicked again and the dildo stopped in the middle position. The bound woman began to slide up and down again within the limits of her limited range of movement, but the climax seemed to be receding into the distance. She gave up with a disappointed look. It seemed that the mistress was trying to prevent her from having an orgasm. Another click and the other dildos also fell silent.

Mistress M. looked at me, my massive hard-on had not escaped her notice. "You seem to be enjoying the show," she said. "Let's see how you do." A few more mouse clicks and the box under W-18, the small-breasted lady on the right, moved down and removed the dildo from her pussy. Mistress M stepped behind her cart and opened the handcuffs. She grabbed her wrists and rubbed them. I could see the traces of her excitement on the dildo - it was covered in her wetness. The woman slowly started to move. Almost stumbling, she took one step after the other towards me. 

When she reached me, she sat cross-legged in front of me. Mistress M. also came towards me. She stood behind me and fiddled with one side of my penis cage. Then the basket opened, slid down, and was only held in place by my erection. Mistress took the cage off and glanced at W-18. She crawled over, sat up a little, took my cock in her hand, and started to jerk it off. I was already extremely excited and was about to cum. After just a few movements of her hand, she stopped again, at another signal from M. I was only seconds away from my climax and now it was there, throbbing and in all its glory, about to cum. 

W-18 had fallen back into her seat and was looking at the stiff member. Mistress M looked at me with a smile: "That's what we do here. Heat it up and deny the climax shortly beforehand. That increases the pleasure each time until the merciful orgasm occurs at some point. And that is unbelievable." Mistress M puts the cage back on me and closes it. W-18 stands up and goes back to her seat. Takes her position. Then Mistress M enters commands into the laptop that make the dildo start up again. It slides silently into her. Finally, she ties her hands behind her back again and puts the blindfolds back on the ladies.

When Mistress M was with W-16, she tried to tell her something. I couldn't understand anything, but M just said "ok" briefly. She came towards me, stopped halfway, and said: "I need your help" and called me over with her index finger. I obeyed. Once there, she pushed me behind W-16's cart and opened my handcuffs. Then she set something in the computer that removed the dildo from the vagina. She disconnected the cable from the box between her legs, unhooked it, and put it aside. She also disconnected the cables from the other two, but left the boxes attached and the dildos stuck deep in the cracks. "Take them out," the mistress said to me and pointed with her finger at a door. I did as I was told, tipped the heavy load on the hand truck slightly, and pushed it across the room out. It was a part of the yard that I hadn't been able to see from the street before. I was supposed to park the cart against the barn wall. I did this very carefully so that it didn't tip over. 

Mistress M. came after us, now with a garden hose in her hand. We stood in front of the girl. "A moment later, a stream of urine spurted from W-16's vagina onto the leaf-covered ground and onto the floor of the car. I didn't know whether to find this disgusting or arousing. Mistress M made the ladies, especially this one, perform their most intimate acts in front of me. It excited me to see them so exposed. That and not the urination itself. When she was finished, Mistress M hosed W-16's lower body. Luckily it was still warm outside from the summer day that was coming to an end. "Do you like that?" she asked her. She adjusted the nozzle and the stream became a hard, thinner jet of water, which Mistress M now aimed at her pussy and hit it amazingly well. The girl could not answer. But she seemed to enjoy the feeling that the jet of water triggered in her intimate area. Finally, Mistress M turned off the water and dried her with a towel.

Then I was supposed to push her down the stairs and back into the basement of the house. Once I was back in the familiar hallway, I was supposed to head for the room with the cross. I did so and parked the cart in the middle of the room. In addition to the wooden cross that I had already seen this afternoon, there was a bed in the room with a board attached at right angles to the left and right. There was also a frame on a gallery on one side with a long, thin pole pointing vertically upwards. Mistress M sent me back to the stable. I was supposed to get the other women. I didn't dare talk to them and first fetched W-17 down the hallway and into the room. There Mistress M had fetched W-16 from the cart. She was now standing with her legs spread, her back to the cross, her arms raised. The mistress was just about to tie her arms to the cross at the wrists. The blindfold had been removed. The legs were still missing, then she would be firmly connected to the thing.

M told me to put W-17 in the middle of the room and get W-18. When I returned with her, W-16 was tied to the cross by her hands and feet. I parked the car and looked at her as she stood there almost motionless. Stark naked, her labia slightly open because of her wide spread legs, so that I could see her inner labia well. Her swollen clitoris protruded cheekily. A beautiful woman, I hadn't noticed that before because of the situation I was in. Slightly tanned skin, wonderfully firm but not too small breasts. A really pretty face with big eyes and a cute snub nose, reddish hair, a well-trained body, the beautifully slim legs. Mistress M's loud "Come here", which she called to the now-freed W-17, tore me out of my thoughts. The light blonde woman had also had her blindfold removed and ran to Mrs. M, who had put a dildo on the thin pole.

She had lowered the pole so that W-17 could stand over her. When her vagina was above the dildo, Mistress M raised the dildo and let it penetrate her vagina. She raised it so high that the girl had to stand on tiptoe. Then she lowered it a little so that the girl could stand again. In this way, M fixed the pole at the height. W-17 could no longer move, the dildo inside her held her in place. Mistress M untied the dark blonde W-18 from the trolley, took off her blindfold, took her by the hand, and led her to the lounger. She sat down on it and lay on her back. The side parts were adjusted so that she could spread her arms out on them. Her hands were quickly attached to the arms with cuffs. At the end of the lounger, M extended two more arms for her feet. She put W-18's feet on them, which spread her legs wide, and secured them there. My eyes looked around eagerly. W-18, who with her legs wide apart offered a perfect view of her smooth pussy. To her right was W-17, who I knew had a long dildo in her. Her voluminous breasts were bouncing seductively.

Then W-16, the beautiful one, tied to the cross, which revealed all the seductive details of her body. In my thoughts, Mistress M fell into my thoughts, pointing to my erection: "Now you can repay W-18 with this. Hold still, otherwise I'll tie your hands again," she fetched something that looked like a dildo, but was much flaccid. It bent downwards. I could see that it was hollow inside as she came closer. In her other hand, she held a bottle of lubricant. When she reached me, she dripped some gel into the dildo and pushed it over my penis. The silicone slid smoothly over my thing until it was fully seated. Now I had an extremely thick penis. M told me to go to W-18. Once there, she spread a few drops of gel on the cover. Then I stepped between W-18's legs. M spread M-18's inner labia so that I could penetrate gently. I had a considerable diameter and didn't want to hurt her. Slowly but surely I pushed and she gave in. The thing penetrated and stretched her hole. She seemed to like it.

Mistress M began to caress her small breasts and concentrated on the nipples. She seemed to be trying to get them hard. As I kept thrusting, I felt unusually no stimulation. The silicone absorbed all the pleasant stimuli on my thing so that this endeavor was more like a sporting exercise than a fuck. At least this gave me some stamina. After a while, Mistress M and I had managed it and W-18's nipples were standing out stiffly. Mistress M snapped her fingers at them and after a short while, she seemed to be getting closer to her climax. When she seemed close to it, I considered whether it was now my job to stop and deny her an orgasm. I decided to carry on for now. Mistress M was more experienced in this regard than I was. When it was obvious that it would not be long now, Mistress M nodded imperceptibly to me and I understood. W-18 had worked long enough towards her climax and was now allowed to come. I did my best and kept up the pace. With a loud moan, she finally came. She seemed to enjoy a long orgasm and I pulled my wrapped cock out of her. Mistress M freed her and helped her to her cart, where she was tied up again. She took the silicone cover off me and put it aside.

Then she went to W-16, who was tied to the cross. Master M ran her hand all over her body. She started on her left hand and ran it down to her shoulder. She repeated this on the right side. Then she ran both hands from her shoulders down to her firm breasts. She circled them, pulling on the chain that stretched her nipples. W-16 let it happen. Master M let her hand slide further down, over her firm stomach to her mons pubis. She lingered there and scratched four scratches upwards towards her belly button with her fingernails. W-18 willingly let this happen too. 

Finally, her hand slid over the mons pubis again and stopped on her vagina. Then she began to make circular movements with the hand resting on it. W-16 seemed to like this. After a few circles, Master M curled her middle finger down and pushed it into the crack, looking for her hole, found it, and pushed the finger further in. Then another. She started to fuck the red-haired beauty with her fingers. After a short while, she let go, licked her wet fingers, and waved me over. When I stood directly in front of W-16, my heart was beating wildly. I was extremely taken with her body. Mistress M told me to kneel down. From below I had a breathtaking view of her wet pussy. Then M pressed a vibrator into my hand. "Do it to her. Until she comes," she said. I obey and carefully insert the vibrator into her, fuck her with the device still turned off before turning it on. A quiet moan came from above. I continued to work with the vibrator in her pussy and wanted to give her a wonderful orgasm. 

Mistress M had meanwhile removed the clamps from her nipples. She got a crop and stroked W-16's hard nipples with it. Every now and then she gave her breasts a little slap from the side so that they wobbled. Then circles again and another blow on the other side. W-16's breathing became heavier and heavier. Another blow, a stronger one, which I also felt down here, as her vaginal muscles contracted and briefly trapped the vibrator. When she released it again, I continued my game of in, out, and holding still. Her muscles contracted more and more often. I had to press harder. Finally, a lot of pent-up sexual energy was released all at once and W-16 wriggled on the cross in a violent orgasm. When she had calmed down and was breathing normally again, she took it off the cross. She walked to her hand truck with shaking legs. Halfway there, she turned around and looked me in the eyes while I was still kneeling at the foot of the cross, the vibrator in my hand. I looked back at her pretty face, a relaxed smile that radiated a wonderful satisfaction as if she wanted to thank me. Then she walked the rest of the way and stood back on the cart, her hands dutifully clasped behind her back. Mistress M. tied her back up.

Finally, M approaches W-17, who is sitting on her dildo. M also takes off her nipple clamps. Her nipples were red and obviously very sensitive. The crop hits her nipples, it slaps, and W-17 squints. Another blow to the other breast. Then Mistress M steps around her and lets the crop smack down on her bottom. Smack! The other buttock too. Smack! She put the crop down and screwed the thin metal rod that held the dildo in the crack. Now it slid down and released her. Mistress M pushed her forward so she had to take two steps. Then she approached W-17 from behind and reached between her legs. She moved her hand back and forth. Finally, she penetrated her with several fingers and fucked her at a fast pace. It slipped and smacked with moisture. 

Drops ran down the mistress's arm. She didn't stop but increased her movements even more. More drops fell on the concrete floor, forming a small pool of pleasure juice. Then, with a nasal scream, the tall, light-blonde woman came. It squirted from her pussy and W-17 could no longer stand. She collapsed, lay on her back on the floor, and writhed in pleasure as more and more liquid shot out of her. After a few seconds, it was over and she lay trembling on the floor before slowly getting up again. The mistress led her to the wagon and tied her up when she was sure that W-17 could stand safely again.

Then the mistress came to me. I quickly thought about what would happen to me. But she just put her still damp hand on my shoulder, put her chin on the other side and said quietly in my ear: "This is what we are doing here. I hope you liked it. But there is still one thing missing." She grabbed my penis, which was hanging half-erect in front of me. "It can't stay like this," she breathed. "Who is going to finish the job?" My gaze fell directly on W-16. "W-16," I said determinedly. She didn't seem to have missed it. She looked at me and grinned. I looked back into her big eyes, almost inevitably wandering further down to her perfect breasts and her still swollen pubic area. My semi-erect cock got erect at the sight. W-16 also seemed to notice it immediately. 

Mistress M released her and came towards me with big steps. She knelt down in front of me, took it in her hand, made a few jerking movements, and finally put it in her mouth. I put my hands on her head and moved it back and forth. Back and forth while she sucked on it. I didn't have long to enjoy it before I emptied my cream into her mouth in a glorious ejaculation. She stood up, her face just a few inches from mine, my juice still in her mouth. She looked me in the eyes, smiled gorgeously, and swallowed. Then she gave me a kiss on the mouth, turned around, and went back to her cart. 

Mistress M restrained her again and wheeled her out of the room on the hand truck. A minute later she fetched W-17 and then W-18. Then she led me back into the room with the gynecological chair where my clothes were. I got dressed. Master M shook my hand formally as she left: "I'm waiting for your invoice with a discount," she winked at me and added: "You know the way out."

I collected my thoughts and left.

The end.

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