FFC-002 Descending into a sea of mist

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On unknown ground

Sunrise on a beautiful spring day. There I am, walking. I have just locked my bike, at the spot I found using the coordinates I received through the app. In the middle of a forest I am looking for the bench that should be somewhere around here. Between the trees I spot a weathered bench, and once I get there I see an envelope lying on a plastic bag.

I open the envelope, take out the letter and unfold it:
“Bungler, today you will be picked up by an unknown woman. Today you will fully comply with her instructions and do everything she asks of you. If not, there will be serious consequences. Take off all your clothes now, except your CB. You keep that on, of course. In the bag there is clothing you can put on. Your own clothes go back into the bag. Once you are changed, you sit down nicely on the bench until you are picked up.”

Vulnerable and exciting

I look around to check whether I am really alone and quickly take off my clothes. I feel vulnerable, but the tension makes up for a lot. “What if…?” keeps running through my head, along with all kinds of possible scenarios. I look in the bag and see various items, such as a collar, a leash, a closed hood with only an opening at the mouth, and a small padlock. At first I can't find any clothing. Until I discover something black in the way of lingerie under the hood. At the bottom of the bag I also find another envelope.

Before I get changed, I decide to open this envelope first. Who knows, it might contain an important instruction. But before I open the envelope, I look around once more to see whether any people have come into the vicinity. I feel the tension racing through my body.

Motion tag

With my ears pricked for the sounds around me, I open the envelope and read: “The padlock is meant to lock your hood. The key is under the bench, by the left foot of the bench. TIP: Check that it is really there. The key has a tag with a motion sensor attached. If you pick it up and/or move it, everything stops and there will be no continuation. So think carefully before you make a decision. You have a few minutes left to put everything on.”

I quickly take off my clothes and put them in the bag. I haul myself into the black bodystocking and pull the hood over my head. I lace it up and lock it with the padlock. The collar and leash follow, and as soon as everything is on, I sit down, my body filling with a mixture of fear, adrenaline, inhibition, arousal and tension.
I concentrate on the sounds around me, because the hood completely blocks my sight. My heart is pounding wildly and the arousal grows. Not that this improves the situation, because my CB is pinching quite badly because of it.

Minutes feel like hours

The minutes tick by, but to me they feel like hours. I start to get nervous, because the longer I sit here, the greater the chance that someone who has nothing to do with this comes past.

With a rapidly pounding heart I hear a car approaching. Is it the one coming for me? Or is it a complete stranger, perhaps coming to walk their dog in this forest?

I hear the car door open and I hear footsteps coming my way. I flinch, trying somehow to make myself less visible. The footsteps stop close to me. It stays quiet for a moment and right then I would love to duck away, but that no longer makes much sense. Suddenly a wave of regret washes through me that I locked the hood with the padlock. I would give anything to be able to pull the hood off now. How stupid I have been.

Walking drain

“Well, well,” says a woman's voice that I don't know, “you're bungler? The walking drain that isn't worth a penny?” Her voice sounds calm and decisive, but I don't recognise it at all. I nod in confirmation, knowing that at least it is someone who has come for me, so I am sort of “safe”. Unexpectedly she yanks on the leash, so that I end up on my hands and knees. “Stay like that, understood? In the meantime you can lick my boots while I think about what I feel like doing today.”

She takes a seat on the bench and pulls me towards her by the leash. “I paid the amount of 5 pence because I felt like humiliating someone. I negotiated that with your Lady. Apparently she doesn't think you're worth any more. Which I can imagine, seeing you like this. I'm allowed to humiliate you to the bone as long as you stay more or less in one piece. I'm also not allowed to have sex with you, but that was an unnecessary remark. Seeing you like this, no woman would want that. What a pathetic piece of filth you are. I already regret my 5 pence.”

Long silence

She falls silent and a long silence follows. I hear her sigh a few times. What I want most is to get to her car as quickly as possible, where it is safer and I am out of sight of any chance visitors to the forest.

… and as if she could read my thoughts, she says: “You don't want to be here, do you... how annoying. I just picked up the key to your lock.” To add force to her words, she rattles the keys for a moment. “So you are now completely mine. Dependent on and at the mercy of a strange woman, who is going to amuse herself with you without any respect. You love that, don't you? Being humiliated? And no, I don't expect an answer, be quiet. I don't want to hear a sound from you. I already know you're not going to be worth those five pence. Pure waste.”

Handed over

I hear her laugh. I shrink, not even from the cold, and I no longer know what to think. What has my D done? Why has she handed me over to this unknown Lady? For 5 pence. Not for a game like a round of draughts or chess, but to be mentally tortured. Trampled. Humiliated. A storm is still raging in my head when she stands up. I feel her pull on the leash, as a signal that it is now time for me to get up too. She keeps the leash low, which probably means I have to crawl.

My knees are bare, I have no protection whatsoever, and as soon as my knees touch the forest path, I feel all sorts of things pricking into them. Twigs, pebbles and other sharp things I can't possibly think of. I can only hope that her car is nearby and that we walk there in a straight line…

Sadistic pleasure

Minutes seem to last for hours and I have no idea whether this Lady has savoured the sadistic pleasure of taking a detour to the car. By now I have barely any feeling left in my knees when I hear the liberating sound of car doors being opened from a distance. It feels as if my knees are completely torn open, but I feel no warm streams running down my skin, so it will probably be fine.

I feel hands stuffing me into the car, onto the back seat. For a moment I get the feeling that there are more hands than two, but I might be imagining that. I simply don't know any more, I am completely disoriented. I feel a blanket being laid over me, as if I am no more than a heap of misery. And perhaps that is true.

Off balance

Then the door slams shut. And that sound is repeated twice more. Suddenly the car sets off. Apparently it is an electric vehicle, because I hear no engine noise. Because it happened so unexpectedly, I am thrown off balance for a moment. Luckily I stay lying on the seat and don't end up between the front seats.

The car glides along the road and I slowly doze off. My thoughts drift to a moment not so long ago. I was at a BDSM party with my own D, somewhere in the far north. For the first time in ages I had been able to make myself dependent and open to her again. Because of the hectic pace, it had fallen by the wayside for a long time. But that evening it could simply be there again.

It was a big club, where many others were present too. There I was allowed to stand against the wall in a straitjacket with a hood and listen to my D tormenting her slave. At some point my collar was pulled and I was led outside through the crowd. Outside I spontaneously dropped to my knees. I found that so wonderful.

With her I could handle anything

How wonderful it could sometimes be to be her possession. TPE, cuckold, with her I could handle anything. The feeling of being no more than the speck of dirt under her shoe. And of Her feeling completely free to date other men. Without restrictions, not taking this piece of filth into account, but doing exactly what She felt like. And me, as a nobody, being good enough to do the dirty jobs. That in this way we could both be completely ourselves.

Would she get aroused by this? And what would it mean if another man really did mount her and I was there in my CB as a good-for-nothing. Helpful with all sorts of facilities. I could, for example, suggest going to that club with her again, but on a special BDSM night, and then being left behind in that garden or wherever I was standing, unable to see anything and dependent on her whims. Or having to crawl after her all evening in my outfit on the leash, unable to say anything, only hearing scornful sounds of how she was enjoying herself.

How long was the journey?

The thought of crawling brought me back to reality. I could still feel my knees. I could only hope that this pose would not be used much more.

How long we drive is hard for me to judge. Was it a few minutes? A quarter of an hour? An hour? I have no idea. I also don't know whether I dozed off for a while during the journey. When the door is pulled open and hands start pulling at me, adrenaline surges through me. The pounding of my heart seems like a moment from Korean drumming. “Get out, bungler!”, I hear that unknown woman's voice snap.

Somehow or other, I crawl out of the car. Judging by the leash, this time I don't have to be on my knees, but apparently I am allowed to walk. I am relieved, because under my feet I feel the gravel crunching. It would not have been fun to crawl over that with knees that already feel ruined.

Unknown ground

I am pulled along for a few steps. I have no idea where I am. Then we stop. I hear a key being put into a lock. A door is opened and I am pulled inside. I have been inside for a little while when I hear the door fall shut behind me. I am somewhere, but I have no idea where. The smell of the building is not familiar to me, it smells a bit as if incense has just been burning, but because of the hood on my head it is not possible to really take in the smell properly.

I feel as if I have never been here before. I feel my heart pounding in my chest and the adrenaline racing through my body. I am alert. Tuned in to every sound. Once again I get the feeling that we are not alone together, that there are more people present. But there is nothing to back up this idea. It stays chillingly quiet, so that in the end I begin to doubt whether I am feeling it all correctly.

I'm fine standing here

No move is made to do anything to me. Apparently I am fine standing there, so close to the front door. I do hear some sounds around me, but I can hardly place them. I have trouble enough keeping myself upright. My knees let me know with a nasty throbbing that they are still there. Just like the dry feeling in my throat. The hood on my head means my mouth can't close. And precisely that causes a dry throat. At the moment, though, that is my least concern. I am more nervous about what awaits me. I have no idea whatsoever.

Rather suddenly, I feel a yank on my leash. Apparently I have to get moving again. I walk in the direction the leash takes me, hoping I am guided well and won't walk into anything. Although I notice I don't feel this trust very well yet. After all, I have no idea who is pulling me along at this moment. Is it the strange woman who picked me up? Or is there someone else in the house?

A man's voice

I don't have to think about this for long, because out of nowhere I suddenly hear a voice say: “Sit down here.” It is the voice of the Lady who picked me up. Suddenly I hear a man's voice say: “Is this what you brought for me? Do I really have to make do with this bungler?” Followed by the woman's voice responding. “Well, I found him in the forest, I couldn't find anything better. It will all fit somehow, otherwise we'll just stretch things out a bit. Besides, the keyword is always: lube.” I hear them both laugh, but I no longer know where to turn.

All kinds of thoughts fly through my head like mad. “Where am I? Wasn't this the plan after all? Have I been taken by the wrong Lady? What has my D arranged? What are these people going to do to me? Who are they? Can I still escape?” And just as those last words come to mind, I feel my ankle cuffs being fastened together and then my wrist cuffs being attached to them.

I want to scream it out: “Let me loose, let me go! I don't want this!” but nothing more than a “grwldggrwflll” comes through the hood. After all, the hood prevents me from speaking. Why was I so stupid as to fasten that lock on the hood? How stupid can a person be.

In panic

I feel panic. Real panic. I don't want to be taken by a man, not orally and certainly not anally. Just nothing. I'm not gay, not bisexual and not even bi-curious. Not even a little. I feel the adrenaline rising. I break out in a sweat. The only thing I can still focus on: “How do I get away from here as fast as possible.”

I feel someone coming towards me. Is it the man? Is it the woman? Or are there even more? Who on earth could possibly be here as well? I feel a hand roughly pull my hood back and then I feel water running into my hole. I can't do anything but swallow. My throat really perks up from it, it had become quite dry. The water certainly feels pleasant, but it doesn't take away my unease. Certainly not when I hear the man say: “Let's tie him up here, so I have good access to him…”

Hysterical baboon

Right after his words I feel someone unfasten my wrist cuffs from my ankle cuffs and connect them together behind my back. The ankle cuffs stay fastened together, so I still can't do very much. Two hands lift me up and guide me to another part of the room. I am still trying to shout: “Stop, let me loose! I don't want this”, but there isn't a soul who could recognise these words through the hindrance of the hood. I probably sound more like a hysterical or drunk baboon.

I try to somehow break free from my guide, but that doesn't work either, because the ankle cuffs are connected to each other and my arms are fastened together behind my back. I have no choice but to do exactly what is expected of me. Somehow I am laid over something, so that my backside sticks up. “Oh no! I'm not going to be raped, am I?”

Taken from behind

I feel lube running down my arse crack towards my anus. Fingers working the lube inside. It is no longer at all clear to me whose hands these are, because nothing is said. After a first finger, I feel a second finger slide into my anus. And then suddenly I feel a thick cock being pushed into my anus. Hands grab me by the hips and make sure that cock thrusts firmly back and forth.

A mixture of all kinds of emotions rages inside me. Pain, disgust, fear, but also pleasure and horniness. It gives me the ultimate feeling that I am worth no more than an object. At best good enough to be abused. It all feels so contradictory that I no longer know at all what to focus on. My CB is bursting, though, and my cock, throbbing hard and painfully, lets me know that it wants nothing more than to escape from its bars. The thrusting continues and I stand there, bent forward like a cheap slut. Nothing more, nothing less.

Mist of silence

As abruptly as the person began to thrust into me, it stops again. I am still hanging forward. Spent, used, like some kind of disposable item. It is quiet in my head. There seems to be no room left for any thoughts at all. My head is filled with a mist of silence.

Then I feel my cuffs being undone and the hood being unfastened and taken off my head. I have some trouble getting used to the light, so it stays dark for a little while longer. But as soon as my eyes allow it, I look into the smiling face of my own D. My dearest and most beautiful D. Judging by her strap-on, I can see that it has just been used…

Smouldering

My D smiles her most radiant smile. It turns out we are simply in our own home. In the corner of the room I see the last remains of an incense stick still smouldering. Apart from my D, I can't discover any other people. My D holds up her smartphone, I see her press a button and then hear the voices of the strange woman and man say: “Hopefully you enjoyed that, bungler!” The penny only drops now. It was only her, she was it all along. Both the man and the woman. Everything carefully staged in advance. I was safe the whole time, safe in her presence.

“So, my lovely bungler, did you enjoy yourself?” She flashes a broad smile and I enjoy her beautiful laugh. She opens her arms and wraps them around me. I feel safe. Safe and completely seen by her. In her arms I am allowed to recover from this wonderful, intense adventure. What a wonderful gift she has given me with this. One never to forget and to think back on often…

Specifications: Femdom fantasy contest 2025

Word count

3,365

Word combination used

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Forest – inhibition – chess – lingerie – comply

Entry number

FFC-002

Received on

7 January 2025

Submitted by

slave s

Source

Text: slave s
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