I’ve just got back from spending a long weekend camped out in the middle of nowhere with a few kinky friends of mine. After we set up our tents we went for a hike around the campsite, I caught my leg on some particularly sharp gorse thorns and made a light hearted joke about how evil it would be to get hit with a branch of it.

Later that night one of my friends took me to a large concrete alter, that he insisted on showing me, I guess it had been a tank barricade at some point. My eye was caught by a large rune layer out in large stones across it’s length. I was told to get on all ...

I’ve just got back from spending a long weekend camped out in the middle of nowhere with a few kinky friends of mine. After we set up our tents we went for a hike around the campsite, I caught my leg on some particularly sharp gorse thorns and made a light hearted joke about how evil it would be to get hit with a branch of it.

Later that night one of my friends took me to a large concrete alter, that he insisted on showing me, I guess it had been a tank barricade at some point. My eye was caught by a large rune layer out in large stones across it’s length. I was told to get on all fours up on the concrete slab and bend over to take some pictures, I stripped off my crop top and shorts down to my fishnet bodystocking. I felt strong hands come up behind me and tear the seams apart so that it rode up and left my ass exposed. Shortly after I felt sharp prickles caressing up my tender inner thighs. “Shall we see how good of a flogger this gorse makes?” I feel the breath from his sentence against the back of my neck and before I have a chance to respond, I feel the thorns grazing over my ass.

Starting gently, I work into my floaty submissive mind space and begin arching my back into his strikes, until they get hard enough to make me mew like a happy kitten.