I’m nothing if not suggestible.
Frighteningly so, some days. Like today, when I was happily minding my own business, watching porn and edging, when I came across a set of videos of a girl who was hiking… naked.
The videos had very nice titles, punctuated with RISKY or ALMOST CAUGHT or something of the like.
It was very hard to hold my edge, watching her.
I looked outside. It was a lovely day. I imagined how the sun would feel on my bare skin, with a nice big plug in my ass, and how my heart would race as I left my clothes in the car at the trail head…
See? This is why I just think edging is a good “base” kink. It makes everything — everything — sound better.
…Which was how I ended up here, on the trail, standing in front of a stranger, futilely trying to cover my naked breasts and pussy from his very curious gaze. I squirmed, and briefly worried that I might pass out from all the blood pooling in my cheeks.
Can I really blame edging for getting me into such trouble?
I don’t know, maybe I’m just a slut.
“Are you… okay, Miss?” he asked, somewhat dubiously. “I mean, I see you have your phone.”
I did have my phone. Until a moment ago, it was recording my … journey. I’m slutty, not stupid.
Well, maybe I shouldn’t jump to conclusions.
I squirmed. “I’m fine,” I said. And then, not quite sure what was the polite way to extricate myself from this situation, I continued, “Thanks. If I could just, um… get past you…” I turned so I might squeeze past him on the narrow trail.
His eyes settled on my naked curves. “Wait, I think… I think you might have something on your back.”
A parade of horrors marched through my head.
Bugs. Snakes. Monkeys. “Something on my back?” I tried to twist to look, without moving my hands. I saw nothing.
A small smile crept across his face. “Yeah, definitely. Turn around, let me look.”
I looked at him indignantly. “Certainly not.” Fuck the bug, or whatever it is.
His smile widened, and my cunt clenched. He was enjoying this. “Turn around, it’s something shiny.”
Somehow, my blush got deeper. The plug. Fuck. How could I have forgotten about the plug in my ass, with the big pink gem on the end? “No, please…” I said, though my embarrassment was draining the fight from my voice. My muscles, which had been tense with fear, lost some of their rigidity.
“Come on now, I know you want to show me. Turn around, put your hands behind your head, and bend over. …Or else.” He unbuckled his belt and slid it from its belt loops.
The sound of it made me shiver, in spite of the sun’s heat on my bare skin. “What are you going to do with that?”
He doubled it over in his hand, but made not further movement. “What do you think I should do with it?”
And so here I was, standing naked in front of some stranger, a mile from the safety of my clothes and my car, grinding my jaw as the flush of delicious humiliation swept over me.
In for a dime, in for a dollar?
What would it hurt, at this point?
Slowly, slowly, I put my hands behind my head.
Everything was exposed now. I could feel my cunt clenching madly.
His smile became a leering grin, and it made me moan.
I bit my lip. “Maybe you’ll spank me. Maybe you’ll order me to my knees and use it to keep my hot little mouth on your cock. …Or maybe you’ll slip it around my neck and lead me back to your camp for a weekend of crazy rough sex?”
I blushed; even I was surprised at the filth that spilled from my lips. Fuck, I was a slut.
“Slut,” he said.
I nodded.
“And which of those options make your slutty little pussy leak the most?”
I looked at the ground, thinking that my heart might very well beat out of my chest.
“Look at me.” His voice left no room for argument. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
I looked up at him, and my eyes were wet from the humiliation. “I want to be…” My voice trailed off, not sure if I could finish this sentence.
What was I thinking?
He waited, his eyes sparkling.
Fuck, he was enjoying this. He was enjoying my embarrassment.
“I want to be … captured. Led back to your camp… with a belt wrapped around my neck. I want the most degrading, filthy things done to me.” I panted, my cheeks burning. “I want to be a prize found in the forest, to be… defiled.”
He laughed, and I moaned, although it was something more like a sob. Why did it make me so wet when he laughed?
He made a loop with his belt and slipped it over my head. “Keep your hands behind your head, cum rag. Let’s go.”
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