Bleed Me.

I seem to have a bit of a thing for nature at the moment. Outdoor fucking in the rain, being drowned in waterfalls, mud wrestling, rope bondage in flower meadows. I find the natural world incredibly empowering, and I think that it makes the perfect juxtaposition to my rapidly developing submissive self. I also love the 'back to basics' feeling that being outdoors gives me - It makes me very carnal and incredibly highly sexed. The simplicity of it helps me to let go, because I have nothing to worry about. Unlike the man - made world, nature doesn't judge. I don't feel separate from it. I can immerse myself in it, give into my senses and not think; I can just be. And my being me, stripped down to my gut feelings, totally lacking inhibitions and overwhelmingly empowered by being able to feel such, I am able to let go of myself completely. The writing that follows relates to these feelings. I am not going to call it a fantasy (although it is, as yet, completely fictitious) because the concept is far more special to me than wank fodder. It is deeply personal, and I apologise to anyone who should happen to read it in advance for ruining the wank fodder by loading it with my emotions!

As my clothes are stripped from me, I agree that I will surrender control of myself until the point at which they are returned to me. With this, I am washed and redressed, prevented from taking any active role in my preparation for the evening. I am put into a beautiful long white dress, floaty and lacey, that makes me feel elegant, powerful and at one with the world - like a Grecian goddess. A complete juxtaposition to what I believe may be about to happen to me. I remain barefoot, but a white silk blindfold is carefully placed across my eyes. I am then led outside by the hand.


It is a warm night, and the rain doesn't feel too cold against my face. In fact, it is the kind of warm rain that makes me feel powerful, full of awe for the natural world. I can see the bright shine of the moon through the blindfold, but am unable to make out much of where I am with my eyes. I can, however, piece together most of the setting. Beneath my feet, I feel long, wet grass. I can hear the gushing of a waterfall nearby. I can smell the way that the air is loaded with the power of an oncoming storm.
Suddenly, we stop walking. An instruction is whispered gently into my ear: 'Lean backwards, I'll support you'. I am lowered down so that I am lying against a cold, wet rock. It is surprisingly comfortable. My arms are lifted above my head and fixed in place with some cold metal manicles that are attached to the rock. My feet are fixed likewise, and I find that my body is stretched over the rock in such a way that I cannot move. The blindfold is removed, and the rain hits my eyes. The water on my face accentuates the inner feeling of power that is growing within me.
As my eyes adjust to the dark, I can make out the shapes of a circle of stunningly beautiful people surrounding me, dressed up in fantastical outfits. Although I recognise their faces and the sound of their laughter, I feel distant from them, empowered by something beyond their attention. Standing over me, she is absolutely stunning. Although the glint in her eyes expresses her absolute power, the grin that spreads across her face reveals her hidden loving side. And with that, I break into a grin too. Slowly, gently, she leans into my body and starts stroking it, never breaking eye contact with me. I shiver every time she makes contact with my skin.


When she knows that I was really sensitive to her touch, she pulls out a beautifully crafted flogger, made of heavy purple suede with a carved wooden handle. The wetness of my skin adds a slight sting to the thud of the first impact, and I instantly relax into the pain. She mixes a rhythmic beating with gentle strokes from her fingers, maintaining eye contact, watching as I slowly get high from the sensations. When she is satisfied that I have reached a state of deep euphoria, she steps back and deftly unmanicles my hands and feet. I do not move them, but stare, transfixed, as she pulls out a scalpel. I know what is coming, but, for once, I have no idea how it will feel. She strokes my hair, and then sets to work. I lay back, exposing my face and neck to the rain, relaxing and enjoying the sensation of the warm blood running down my leg and staining my dress. As my blood mixes with the rain, she licks a small bit of it and, with the metallic taste still on her tongue, deeply kisses me.
The people surrounding me are now closer, naked, and having sex on the floor around me. I am high and my head is floating as my girl spreads my legs and fucks me. She has my blood, and now she needs to claim my cum. She fucks me harder and harder, pushing me deeper and deeper into my floaty state. As I cum, she wraps her hand around my throat and whispers one word in my ear: 'Mine'. I am still drifting in my post orgasmic state as she lifts me down from the rock and, together, we entwine ourselves into the ongoing orgy.