Jogging
01/12/2012
Breanne,
For your anniversary, you will be going for a jog. The goal is simple: humiliation and
suffering. For this assignment you will
dress yourself in cheap, skin tight Spandex jogging shorts, no panties, a
sports bra, and a fanny pack. Prior to
jogging, you will take a sharp knife and make several incisions in your
attire. The first cut will be in the
crotch of your jogging shorts. Cut a
single slit two and a half inches in length along your labia. Once you have made the incision, you will tug
your labia out through the slit. Your
clit should be exposed, but the material of the shorts should press tightly on
your folds. Once your labia are exposed,
take the knife and cut slits in your sports bra, right above your nipples. You might need to make several cuts, but the
end result should be the tips, and just the tips, of both nipples exposed. In
your fanny pack you will bring: your small bottle of Stinging O, your triple
vibroballs, three clothespins, and your set of alligator clamps, including the
jumbo one you use for clamping your clit.
You will proceed to your local park, one that is known for
jogging, preferably at a very early hour when the lighting is still not
good. Upon arrival you will lubricate
both of your exposed nipples, as well as your labia and clit with the Stinging
O. You will then begin your jog. After jogging for one quarter of a mile, you
should stop, spread your legs, and put the triple vibroballs in your
pussy. Turn them on to medium. You will hold the remote in your hand. Complete ten jumping jacks. Continue jogging. After another quarter of a mile, you will
again stop. You will apply the
clothespin to your clit and both nipples.
Complete another ten jumping jacks.
Run another quarter of a mile.
Now put on your alligator clamps.
To remove them, find another jogger who is willing to fuck you. They may remove the clamps prior to sex. Enjoy!
Master Mark
The
expression on my face must have been pretty horrendous. It’s not often that I go out and buy new
clothes, knowing I’m going to take a knife to them. Kari had laughed at the assignment from
Master Mark. She knew how much I’d hate
it. We had gone shopping for the Spandex
shorts and sports bra a few days before, which in itself had been a trial. I had ended up owning a pair of shorts just a
tad bit too small for me, not to mention a sports bra that didn’t actually hold
my C cup breasts. I looked ridiculous.
The
morning of my assignment I had started sex stuff much earlier. Kari had instructed me to wear my ben wa
balls for the day, a toy that I knew would keep me wet and ready, but not set
me off early. I got my chores done in
record time and left a note for my mom saying that I was out “jogging”. I had dressed in the new spandex before
heading out, choosing to bring a spare outfit for coming back in, rather than
freezing my ass off on the side of the road.
It wasn’t super cold, but it was cool, and the thought of exposing huge
expanses of naked flesh to temperatures just above fifty degrees was not my
idea of a great way to start the day.
Kari and Mark
had allowed me to also bring a light jacket to wear, provided that I didn’t zip
it up or let it cover my breasts. I was
just grateful that there was at least some warmth provided. I strapped on the fanny pack, already
properly loaded, and went to the park.
I
love Thomas Park. It’s really nice. It’s small, the trail is long enough to be
interesting and it loops back on itself.
There is a pleasant gazebo, and enough bushes and undergrowth that it
makes it easy to drag someone off to screw their brains out. I’ve had plenty of adventures there. When I arrived, dawn was just barely breaking
through the storm clouds above and only a soft gray light filtered across the
trees. I could barely see. There was also a fog, which made me
smile.
I
reached over across the seat and picked up the Exacto knife case. It was one of those extremely sharp hobby
knives and I cautiously pulled it out.
Slowly I spread my legs, and with the greatest delicacy, began
cutting. My pussy tightened as the
spandex material started to part, the stretched strands covering my incredibly
obvious camel toe splitting. I cut upward, starting low and in the space of
half a minute I had sliced enough of my shorts for my flesh to peek out. I put the Exacto knife down and tugged my
labia out through the small incision. I
hadn’t cut quite enough and I had to pull, a sensation I’m quite accustomed
too. I worked my petals and even managed
to get my clit to poke out of the hole.
It was probably the most awkward sensation, having my labia outside my
shorts. It felt wrong. Odd.
It made me off-balance.
My
bra went under the knife next and it was much easier to cut two tiny holes and
expose my nipples. The tightness of the
sports top helped and in moments two rather hard pink bumps stood at attention,
poking out of a sea of black material. Of course, my right nipple had some hardware
to go with it. The golden hoop piercing
the soft pink nub, not to mention the gold and black enameled padlock, hung
from my right breast. My shorts were the
same dark color as my top and I’m afraid my swollen and pink petals were more
than merely obvious. With my heart
thumping, I opened the fanny pack and quickly squeezed several drops of
Stinging O onto my nipples. Even as they
started burning, I coated my clit and then worked the oil down my petals,
making sure to spread the tingling heating oil across and over and through each
petal. In moments I was burning. I capped the oil bottle and tucked it away in
my fanny back. Then I got out of the
truck and in the cool, barely lit dawn, proceeded to the trail.
I’m
not a big fan of jogging. Not that I
don’t like it, but to me it’s always seemed something of a ridiculous
sport. I’m trim because I work my ass of
all day feeding cows and horses and plowing, harvesting, and running irrigation
sprinklers, that I don’t have time to be anything BUT trim. Breakfast and lunch are usually hurried
affairs and dinner is usually at home. I don’t eat out much. In fact, I weighed more while living with
Kari in college, than I do now. Of
course, when I’m not working my ass off, I usually am still burning calories,
but in a way much more exciting. Do you
have any idea how many calories you use while masturbating?
I
started pounding asphalt. The first
thing I noticed was that with every step, my labia were being rubbed between my
thighs. It was an extremely odd
sensation, one that the Stinging O did not help. My clit was also getting more than a fair
share of attention and the sliding material constantly brushing against it had
me turned on in mere seconds. I was also
still wearing my ben wa balls and frankly the running was doing some rather
intense sexual things to me. The cool
air on my nipples, but not on any other part of my breast merely heightened my
awareness of the exposure, tightening the nubs even harder. I did one full lap without seeing another
soul and when I stopped, my chest was heaving.
I stood near the gazebo and opened my fanny pack. Extracting the triple vibroballs wasn’t hard,
and I turned away from the parking lot and spread my legs wide apart.
I
tugged the ben wa balls free and licked them quickly before tucking them away
in my fanny pack. Then I began inserting
the triple vibroballs. It didn’t take
very long. I was already soaked and there was still enough Stinging O oil left
all over my petals to make inserting easy.
My spandex shorts pressed on my labia and I turned the triple vibroballs
up to medium, gasping softly in the pre-dawn air. With the remote in my left hand, I turned
back toward the parking lot. As I began
my required ten jumping jacks, I watched with a rapidly increasing pulse, another
car pull up into the park’s lot. A young
man got out, about my age, dressed in tee shirt and shorts. He did a few stretches even as I finished my
jacks, and then with just a cursory glance, he started off down the trail.
I
was finished with my first quarter of a mile run, but still had three quarters
left. I too took off down the trail, but
counter-clockwise, knowing that we would eventually pass each other in the
woodened section on the back side of the park.
I thumped down the concrete trail, chest heaving, my pussy trembling in
sexual excitement, all while my most secret parts were clearly on display if
someone actually looked. My nipples
tingled while my pussy… well my pussy started dripping. I could feel the wetness on my legs. It felt incredible, as if I were being finger
fucked, licked, and set up on public display all at the same time!
I
saw him before he saw me, but it was only a second later before his eyes took
in the sight. It was much darker under
the trees, but I saw him blink, the look of shock on his face, then of
disbelief, and then I was past him. I glanced
back to see him stalled in the center of the trail, looking back at me. I didn’t stop, but kept going. For a second I thought he was going to
follow me, to try to catch up, but he didn’t.
I ran along and as I approached the front of the park, I saw him come
around from the other side. He was
moving quickly, but as he spied me, he slowed down to a bare crawl. I did too and as we passed, he looked at my
body, his eyes locked on my crotch. I
didn’t really do anything special. My
flapping labia were easily enough to see, the contrast between pale pink skin
and black lyrca is pretty distinct. I
continued on to the gazebo.
When
I came to a halt in the middle of the wooden structure, I raised my arms up
over my head and worked to catch my breath.
A moment later the sound of footsteps came and I turned to see the young
man jogging up to the gazebo. Since it
was a dead end side path, there was only one spot for him to come; two if you count my pussy, but he hopped up
the steps and joined me. My face turned
scarlet and I pressed my thighs together and put one arm across my breasts.
“Morning!” he said amiably. I smiled and replied in kind. “Great day for a jog. Come out here a lot?” he asked nonchalantly,
his eyes mentally undressing me.
I shrugged. “Not as often as I’d like.”
He glanced down at my shorts and
nodded. “That’s a novel outfit you’re
wearing.”
I gulped. “Thanks.”
He bit his lip, his head
bobbing. “Not that I’m being forward or
anything, but you might want to know that your shorts are ripped, and um… well…
there’s a lot of you showing.” He
gestured toward my crotch.
My face went from scarlet to beet
red. I licked my lips nervously. “They aren’t torn. They’re cut,” I said
softly, totally embarrassed.
“Cut? You mean someone cut them?” he asked, clearly
confused.
“I cut them. Before going out to jog,” I whispered.
He blinked, taken aback by my
statement. “Well. I see.
Talk about a fashion statement.”
He shook his head in bewilderment.
“Well don’t let me stop you.” He
said and then leaned up against the railing of the gazebo.
Which left me in one hell of a
bind. At this point I was supposed to
put the clothespins on, do ten jumping jacks which would no doubt send the
clothespins flying at least once, snapping off my body. I thought about leaving, moving on down the
trail to do it. But then I realized that
this was exactly what Master Mark WANTED.
He wanted me humiliated like this, to put myself on display. More sunlight was starting to fill the park,
turning dark shadows into lighter ones.
I didn’t have much time. I
fumbled at my fanny pack and extracted the three clothespins. Then summoning every ounce of courage, I
spread my legs.
My companion went rigid, his body
tensing and I was pretty sure I could see his cock harden under his
shorts. I reached down between my legs,
spreading my tightly squeezed and exposed labia and opened them. It took me only a moment to find my clit and
then I hissed tightly as I set the clothespin dangling from the tiny nub of
sexual pleasure.
“Holy shit!” he exclaimed,
straightening, his eyes locked on me. I
dropped my left arm, exposing my nipples and I added the other two clothespins,
wincing a little as they bit onto my nubs.
Then I lifted both arms and started my jumping jacks. I made it to two before the clothespins on my
breasts fell off, clattering to the wooden floor of the gazebo. I bent down to retrieve them and quickly put
them back on, my audience riveted. On my
third jack the clothespin on my clit came off, bouncing away. In short order I had things back in place and
was reseating each clothespin between each jumping jack. By the time I got to ten my pussy was
throbbing. Remember the triple
vibroballs were still on, buzzing inside me and my nipples were reporting all
sorts of interesting sensations.
I took off without a word, jogging
out of the gazebo, down the steps, and back out to the trail. The young man caught up with me in about ten
seconds.
“Can I jog with you?” he asked. He wasn’t even breathing hard. I nodded, my chest heaving from more than
just exertion. My entire body was
thrumming with sexual need. I wanted to
rip his clothes off and fuck him right then and there. I held the triple vibroballs remote in my
hand and ran. We went about thirty paces
and the clothespin on my clit snapped off.
It was probably due to my thighs brushing against my extended labia, but
I groaned and stumbled to a halt. He
stopped too, watching, his eyes bright and astonished as I picked up the
clothespin and put it back on my pussy.
As we started along again, this time
with me being a bit more cautious, he glanced over. “So um… can I ask why you’re jogging with
clothespin on your tits and pussy?” The
words came out forcefully due to our running.
I took another deep breath.
“It’s an assignment,” I replied, my
chest heaving, my breasts bouncing.
Both clothespins wiggled and I could feel the weight of them tugging on
my nipples. Oh god, I needed a fuck.
“This is an assignment?” he
asked. We rounded the back side of the
park. A gentle glow spilled over and the
first actual glimmers of direct sunlight sparkled through the trees. We went a few more steps and the clothespin
on my left nipple snapped off. My right
side was secure, thanks to the fact the clothespin was biting BEHIND my
piercing. But I had to screech to a halt
and bend over to get the wooden peg.
“Don’t those hurt?” he asked. He watched closely as I reattached the
clothespin to my breast.
I nodded. “Of course. That’s the point,” I said shortly, then took
off again.
He caught up a second later. “You want it to hurt? Are you a masochist or something?” he
demanded.
I shook my head, my hair
swishing. “Pain slut,” I replied. My breathing was getting very hard and
frankly I felt like I was going to cum soon.
I put on a bit more speed and then turned off the trail. I pounded up to the gazebo for stop number
three and my jogging companion followed.
This time I didn’t try to hide myself and leaned against the rail, my
thighs open, legs spread at least three or four feet. My pussy was flushed and the petals looked as
if someone had been pulling on them.
Every fold glistened with moisture or oil and the clothespin seemed to
bob up and down, hanging off my clit.
As I began to remove the clothespin,
he moved forward, coming at me. I
watched in astonishment as he went to his knees in front of me, hands coming up
to my hips. He grabbed me tightly,
burying his face between my thighs and then his tongue touched me, licking
upward and I cried out in exquisite bliss.
He nibbled at my clit, striking it with force before sliding softly over
it. The folds of my flower were tasted,
suckled, bitten, and then drawn into his mouth.
My hips moved, grinding myself against him and as I felt the first tremors
of orgasmic release, I cried out and pushed him away.
“No! Not yet! Please! One more lap and then you can fuck me!” I
gasped. He looked up at me and
nodded. I could see the pulse pounding
in his throat. I fumbled at my fanny
pack and drew out the alligator clamps.
You should have seen his eyes. I
cupped my hands beneath my breasts and stuck them out, waving my clothespin
clamped nipples at him. He pulled them
off, sending more sparks of pain through me that went straight to my cunt and
changed into something dark and pulsing.
I put on the alligator clamps, complete with chain connecting them, and
then once more spread my soaked thighs, parted the saliva and need soaked
petals, to expose my clit. I pinched
open the jumbo alligator clamp and settled it above my clitoris. It bit down and I cried out, barely able to
stand up right. He held me up and as
soon as I was capable of balance, I began may jumping jacks.
It hurt. Oh god it hurt so much. The clamps
bounced. The tore at me. And yet all it did was create a greater sexual
urgency in me. I took off as soon as I
hit ten, bolting down the path and running.
I had to. Otherwise I would have
ripped that guy’s shorts off and just leapt on him. He pounded after me, chasing me, and together
we circled the park, the last quarter of a mile, in about two minutes. As we approached the front of the park again,
I saw two more joggers begin their rounds.
They came toward us. I didn’t
care. I couldn’t. We pounded past them and I saw the looks, the
flash of disbelief, and then we were past them.
We kept going past the gazebo and then I swerved off the path, grabbing
his arm. There’s a small clearing back
behind the bushes that is tough to see, and even tougher to find. He followed me willingly and when we burst
through the bushes and the rays of dawn touched me, I turned toward him.
“Take them off! Hurry! Please!” I
begged, cupping my tits. His hands were
shaking as he released my nipples and I stifled the cry as the blood rushed
back into my crushed nubs. His thumb
played with the padlock on my right nipple and then he fell to his knees, his
hands coming up to touch my pussy. I let
out a sharp whimper as the jumbo alligator clamp was loosened, the tender nub
freed at last. He handed me the clamps
and I threw them down in the grass, away from us. The vibroballs came next and then I fell on
him like a hungry vampire. I practically
ripped off his shorts, not to mention HIS spandex undershorts. Inside I found his cock and I tugged it out,
ignoring his movements or protests.
Actually, I don’t think he protested.
All I know is that he reached out to remove my clothing but I stopped
him. I swung my leg over his, our hips
grinding and I felt the tip of his spear slide through my slick slit. I undulated, rocking my hips and then we were
joined, his cock filling me, his hands gripping my sports bra clad breasts, his
thumbs teasing my exposed nipples.
“Fuck me! Yes!” I whispered again as
we moved rhythmically pumping. My chest
heaved with the desperate exertion and it wasn’t long before I was groaning
loudly, ignoring the fact that the other joggers in the park might be able to
hear me, might investigate. Our bodies
moved in the cool dawn air, light and shadow glimmering around us. I ripped off my little jacket, tossing it
aside. I was hot. My bra went next, the
spandex getting caught on my nipple piercing and tugging on my breast
painfully. It didn’t matter. I laid across him, flesh to flesh, our lips
meeting, our tongues twirling, my body stuffed and impaled upon his shaft. He rolled me then, pushing me down into the
soft grass. My legs spread wide and he
pinned me. I lifted my arms above my
head and with one hand he pinned my wrists, holding me open, spread, available
as his cock moved in and out of me.
It was one of the best sexual
experiences of my life. It was sweet and
spicy, humiliating and satisfying. We
made love under the sky and the blue clouds of dawn and the trees and the birds
and the cold air against our skin. When
we were done the perspiration on our slick skin beaded and he wrapped his arms
around me, warming me against the shiver that went down my spine.
My shorts were ruined. The cut had turned into a tear that exposed
everything, but I solved that expediently by wrapping my jacket around my
waist. I found the clamps in the grass
and they went back into my bag. My
sports bra went back on, but this time I didn’t tug the padlock or nipple piercing
through. My left nipple poked out of the
material, but there was nothing I could do about that. We walked back to the parking lot slowly, arm
in arm, the afterglow making us both smile.
“So um… would you… maybe be
interested in some breakfast?” he asked.
“I know a great place just down the road.”
I gave him a smile. I was
hungry. “Just let me grab some clothes
from my truck,” I replied softly, still in a languorous mood from the sex. I reached for the truck but he stopped me,
one hand on my arm.
“You don’t need them. I like what you’re wearing,” he
whispered. His eyes glimmered. I grinned and as he opened his car door for
me. I tugged loose the jacket from my
waist. Instantly, my pussy was in
perfect view, wet, ready and wanting. He
reached down, ran a finger through my cum soaked slit, caressing my exposed
skin and I sat down in the seat and leaned back, spreading my legs wide and lifting
my arms up above my head. He bent down
and kissed me, deeply and with passion, several fingers wriggling inside me. I
moaned, grabbed him and kissed him back.
“Ready?” he asked me gently.
I nodded. “I’m always wet and ready.” He grinned in response.
And know what?
I am.
