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The Invitation
Lacy Danes
Her lover’s gift–a unique erotic toy–was accompanied by an invitation: Wear this gift and meet me on the trail at dusk.Following his direction, she wore no bra or panties under her hiking outfit. As they entered the woods, the anticipation was more than she could bear. Soon their game would begin–dominant man in control of his spirited woman–and she would glory in the intoxicating thrill of submission.



The Invitation
Lacy Danes


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You left me a gift. My shaking fingers slide along the red silk ribbon and into the loop of the bow. I have never expected a gift, and you know how much I love surprises. Pinching the tail of the bow in between my thumb and forefinger, I pull the ribbon loose and slide the card from the top of the rectangular box. My stomach flutters as I ease the stiff paper from the envelope. I close my eyes as goose bumps race over my skin. What will it say? What is in the box? My hands shake and I flip the card open as I raise my eyelids to take in your words…your wishes.
My slut,
Wear this gift and meet me on the trail at dusk…the trailwhere we initiated our wilderness exhibitionism. Wear shortsand a shirt, an easily lifted jacket, hiking boots, no bra orpanties. Bring water and a very warm blanket.
Master Eric
A hike is something I have always enjoyed and a scene in the woods something I relish. My pussy throbs as images of you handcuffing my arms around a tree and fucking my ass flood my thoughts. Yum. What could you possibly have purchased for me to wear into the woods?
I hastily grab the box and spin about, sinking down onto the chair besides the table. I slowly lift the lid to reveal a bright blue velvet bag. The sleek fabric excites me and my nipples pebble as I pull the pouch from the box. Inside is an object of heavy weight. The shape, as my fingers smooth along the outside of the bag, is of an egg with a stem and handle. A plug. I uncinch the pouch and dump the gift into my hand and grin. Chills of delight race up my neck.
A three-inch art glass plug sits in my palm. The red and black colors swirl from tip to the flanged base and in the wide stopper end, etched into the glass, are the words Owned by E. My heart soars and I grin. My fingernail traces each letter; they look as if you handwrote them yourself. How did you do that?
Indeed, I am yours. You own my heart and I will do all you wish of me. Running my fingers over the polished surface, the image of sliding the smooth glass into my pucker, my flesh being stretched, readying me for your onslaught, makes me quiver. I fidget in my seat as heat curls between the globes of my ass. A smile of excitement stretches my lips and I can’t sit still. I can’t wait to see you, and see what you have in store for me. Time I go get ready…
* * *
What lies at the end of this hike—or what I hope does—thrills me. I grin and remember your instructions as my skin tingles in excitement and arousal. I am dressed as you requested. Shorts, shirt, jacket, no bra or panties. My makeup is as you like. Red lips, eyeliner…everything done to perfection. I feel beautiful, sexy in my short shorts and tight top. I am slightly overdone for the wilderness but know how I appear will please you, and that is all that matters to me.
I start to whistle a giddy little tune as I walk. The gravel path crunches beneath my feet as your gift tugs the skin of my bottom. The plug, snugly inserted in my ass, fills me and each step rocks the egg within me, arousing my body as I walk down the trail.
My pussy quivers remembering the last time I walked this path. Remembering you using your new crop on me, then fucking me as I trembled, floating in a euphoric haze looking out at the serene lake.
I pass the location where you kissed me on the bench, and I remember the clips tugging my sensitive nipples as we walked, talking about videos and movies we had watched, about our hometowns, and about all of our favorite foods and pastimes. We are so alike yet so opposite.
I come to the small clearing, the tree where we were caught with our pants down. I grin, wanting to relive that moment, to stay cuffed to that tree as the woman passed instead of you uncuffing me before she could see us. A small giggle bursts from my lips. God, I love to be watched, caught…it is a thrill like no other.
My feet take me deeper and deeper into the wilderness and I come to the place where our first scene was performed. You stand by the rail watching me, your blue eyes filled with intense desire, excitement. My body trembles just looking at you. Your short black hair and wicked smile. Your broad shoulders and stocky build. You are the most handsome man I know. But it goes so much beyond your looks. Your mind and your soul are what captivate me.
Your mouth quirks up as I reach your side. “Greet me properly.”
My lips curl into a smile. “Yes, Master.” I drop to my knees, my eyes filled with adoration never leaving yours, then smooth my hands up your thighs. My fingers trail over your zipper and slide the fly down. You stand absolutely still, hands clasped behind your back. I want to shake you, to make you moan, to lose the control you always hold in check—but I will never cross that line.
My mouth waters, wanting to take you into my sweet depths, to swallow you up and make you hard. I free your cock from the confines of your pants and press the plum-shaped tip to the soft glossed lips of my mouth. My tongue slides out and circles the head of your semi-firm penis. The smell of your sex shoots straight to my wet labia, making my cunt gape with need. Saliva pools under my tongue andn as I slide your prick into my mouth, the slickness slips down your cock coating you with my moisture.
You taste delicious. The salty spice of your skin tingles my taste buds and I flick my tongue against the smooth ridge of your head. The skin is loose but quickly fills, tightening over your wide penis.
I nestle your dick in my mouth then pull back out to the tip. Sliding back down your length, your crown gently touches the back of my tongue. I hesitate, afraid I may gag on your thickness, and again pull back up to the tip, swirling and gently nibbling on the rim with my teeth. You moan. The sound of your pleasure emboldens me; I want so desperately to hear more and more of that sweet delicious sound as you capture your pleasure and in turn I receive mine. Licking my lips I move back to suck the large tip deeper into my throat. To create the sensation I know you so love.

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