Crying the whole time, I unbuckled my pants and let them drop to thefloor, giving them a nice view of my hot pink panties and matching bra.Without any...warning, Trisha pulled my panties down to my knees. Shewarned me not to touch them. My erection still had not subsided."Not very big, are we?" said Joan.They laughed at me, but if anything I got harder."Jerk off for us!" Joan ordered."What?" You heard the girl. Do it now or you will be walking home in yourpanties and bra.I tentatively rubbed my. ’ ‘Are you going to try both ways?’ ‘I am certainly not going to be one way about it, if you would enjoy doing me.’ She looked at him and remarked, ‘I am not sure I would be comfortable doing that to you. You are my alpha male and it doesn’t fit the role.’ ‘I guess I am comfortable enough with my gender to not be threatened by that as long as it were you doing it to pleasure either of us. Being your ‘love slave’ is no threat to my masculinity if it fits the role for you. It is just an. Once her arms are fastened above her head I lean down and kiss her, before moving to tie her legs to the net and lower branch. I bend her knee so that her heel rests on the lower branch and I use the green rope to bind her knee to the net, before fastening her foot to the branch. I do the same with the other leg and the slack of the green rope. There is a little give for her squirming, but she will not be able to run and she will not be able to close her legs. I then use the black rope to bind. Not that she’d planned on wearing them, knowing that she’d enjoy the feel of the crotch seam parting her labia and rubbing against her sensitive clit far more without them in the way. Paired with the sleeveless cotton blouse, so thin it was almost see-thru, she knew she looked like a tramp. That was the whole point. Today, she was a slut. A slut who was going to get what she deserved somewhere along the trail. Her excitement grew as she walked the trail at a moderate pace, as did her arousal..