Mistress walked around me, removing my wig, glasses and ball gag, and then pulling the dildo from my pussy. Then, I felt her clip the lead back on my ...ollar and pulled on it. “Up.” She ordered, bluntly. I dutifully climbed to my feet, and allowed myself to be pulled through the kitchen and out into the back garden. Mistress pushed between my shoulders, forcing me to bend over and take hold of the wooden rail that ran around the patio. “M… mistress!?” I pleaded in confusion. It seemed like. I gave the perp a knock on the head. But anything more I figured could get ourselves both shot. I tossed the gun onto my couch it was plushy enough to hide the gun as it slide into the pillows. I dropped my body on them to keep from getting rolled off. My cock was hard now with this hot body wriggling under me. I felt it touch skin as it slid under the back of the hoodie. I was really hoping a gang of juvenile cheerleaders was on the prowl.The perps sweat pants were sliding down and we. Lure me out here, alone, have some fun, then do god knows what with me. Oddly, I notice that I’m still aroused. This bothers me. I’m ripped from my thoughts by the sharp crack of a whip across my stomach, followed by a creaking in the trees as the rope is lowered, placing me lower to the ground. I cry out, tears welling in my eyes. The blow also knocks me off- balance and I’m left almost on my knees. Now I’m hanging by my wrists which are tied to the pulley system of rope above me, mostly. Either the Greek or the Romans had built spring boxes to protect the springs.She had arrived in the early morning and now it was lunch time and hot. She decided to take her lunch up to where the springs issued from the mountainside and followed the barely discernable trail several hundred yards up the mountain. Upon arrival she found a small natural glade surrounded by thick forest and the springs bubbled merrily out of the hillside. As she ate her lunch she examined the frescos on the side of.