Scarecrow

[MissKubo]

A little story based on one of my husband's fantasies:

The ride out starts off like an ordinary date day! I dress up nice and join my husband in the passenger seat of his pickup truck. He's mentioned a picnic of sorts so I'm dressed for a day in the countryside with a pretty sundress, red gingham with a bustled knee length skirt and a slit up the right thigh, and red wedge sandals that are slightly more comfy for walking in than the stilettos my husband usually prefers me to wear, airy enough for the warm sunshine and high enough to still be sexy and give the illusion of length to my legs. There's a large bag in the back seat that my husband has packed and I have no reason to assume it contains anything other than a picnic blanket and some yummy food.

Our destination is a woodland trail somewhere between Manchester and Sheffield with a parking lot across the busy A-road from where the trail starts. In recent years, half of the forest has been levelled and now there's a grassy field where trees used to be and from our vantage point in the parking lot, I can see a number of cute looking scarecrows that look like they've been made by local schools or crafters... I think nothing of it as my husband retrieves the bag from the back seat of the truck and locks it behind us, and I take his arm as we carefully cross the road towards the gated entrance into the woodland.

I tell him how excited I am for our picnic and that I'm a little bit hungry, wondering what goodies he's packed? He assures me he's got something for me with his wry grin. I cuddle up to him lovingly and let him guide me along the trail path which seems to be leading us straight ahead, alongside the field of scarecrows.

After a few minutes of walking and enjoying spotting squirrels and birds, I ask him exactly where he's taking me, does he have a spot in mind? Oh yes, he says, he knows exactly the spot he's taking me to.

A few minutes later, he tells me to take a left here, which would lead us into the trees and low shrubs. I ask him if he's sure, and he tells me he absolutely is... I'm not so sure, but I trust him and so I let him lead me off the trail for a minute or so until we clear the woodlands and I find myself at a stile allowing us to step up over the fence and into the centre of the field of scarecrows. The ground is covered in straw and patches of grass, and it's dry from the summer warmth. It seems like a nice spot for a picnic, but my husband tells me we aren't there yet... He's walking further into the field, towards what looks at this distance like a pole... It gets taller as we approach and as we get closer, I see that it's actually a Y-shaped wooden post... It's just about in the center of the field, a little way back from the rearmost of the cute scarecrows...

I ask my husband is that where we're going, as I feel my heart fluttering in my chest... He tells me confidently and happily that yes, that is the spot... Something in his demeanor calms my mind; he loves me and I trust him, and so I continue along with him, still linking arms...

In front of the post, he lays down the bag and opens it. I'm still a little bit nervous about what may be inside, but he pulls out a picnic blanket. Relieved, I help him lay it out smoothly and we sit on it to weigh it down. From the bag, he produces glasses and a bottle of wine, sandwiches fresh from a local bakery, strawberries, grapes, pastries and a selection of half a dozen handmade chocolates in a fabric gift bag.

The food is so delicious and the sunshine overhead so warm and comfortable that I don't realize as he refills my glass that he's barely drank any of his own wine... Still, it's a lovely, romantic summer date and I'm feeling so nice and so loved as I finish my share of the chocolates... I tell him I'm almost disappointed our picnic is over.

That's when he tells me he's saved a surprise for last. I watch eagerly as once again he reaches into the bag... But what he produces this time isn't quite as tasty... My large red ballgag. The one that forces my jaw uncomfortably wide open...

"I knew you were up to something sitting us under this thing," I start to complain, but I don't get a chance to finish... The ball is in my mouth, behind my teeth and he's strapping it tightly behind my head...

"Come on... I've planned something REAL nice," he teases. "Are you going to be a good girl and appreciate it?"

I breathe a sigh from my nose, since my mouth is too full to let any air through, and sink back on my knees in submission.

"Good," he praises. "Because I have another present for you!"

He reaches into the bag again and this time produces something black and shiny... It takes me a moment to work out that it's a tight latex hood with zippers over the eye and mouth holes... He throws it towards me and orders me to put it on. It fits VERY tight and it takes me a minute to squeeze my face into it and pull my ginger hair that I've meticulously straightened for our date out of the hole in the top that by default gives me a ponytail... He helps me with the 'fine tuning' to make sure everything is where it's supposed to be. "Very sexy," he appraises me. "In fact, with that on, I really don't think you need to be wearing anything else!"

Oh my GOD!! I know we're a little way back from the road, but we're in the middle of a wide open field... Traffic is speeding past at fifty miles per hour, but still... I feel so exposed... My husband clears his throat, the only warning I'm going to get about keeping him waiting... With my hands slightly shaking, I start to peel off my dress and pass it to him, instinctively bending at the knees and trying to cover myself with my arms...

"Underwear too," he demands as he stuffs my dress into a side pocket on his bag... Oh my God, I can't believe I'm doing this, but I reach behind me to unhook my bra, pull it away slowly, letting my DD breasts fall free in the afternoon sunshine... He snatches the bra from my hand and demands "panties, come on!"

Trembling despite the warm weather and moaning softly into my ballgag, I obediently slide my panties down my legs and carefully step out of them, trying not to trip myself up catching them on the wedge heels of my sandals... My husband takes them and stuffs them into the side pocket of the bag along with my bra and dress and zips it closed. Now, from the main opening, he produces a matched set of shiny black sex toys, a small, smooth vibrator for my pussy and a set of vibrating anal beads that both have rings at the bottom end, and a length of red rope. "Stand up straight, legs apart, hands behind your head," he orders. I stand shivering with fear as I do what he tells me, not daring to tear my eyes from him to see what's happening with the traffic... He opens a sachet of Liquid Silk lubricant generously soaks the vibrator with it, then empties the rest of the sachet into his palm and rubs his warm hand between my legs, very quickly warming me up down there and making my own natural juices soon start adding to the lubricant so when he pushes the vibrator to my vulva it slips in easily. Using two more sachets of Liquid Silk, he repeats the process with the beads and then turns the vibrator on with a black remote control before he begins to gently soak my back passage and carefully work the lubricant inside me until he's sure I'm ready... The feel of the beads popping one by one into me is a strange mix of discomfort, weird faint pleasure and an overwhelming feeling of sluttiness but before too long, it's over, they're all inside me!

Now loops the red rope around my waist and then down between my legs, giving me a crotchrope that threads through the rings at the ends of the toys inside me so when he pulls it up at the front and pulls it taut through the waist band, they're jammed tight up into me. Once more, he pushes a couple of buttons on the remote controller. The vaginal vibrator increases a notch in intensity and the anal beads come to life, gently double fucking me right here in the middle of this field...

"Back up to the pole," he orders me, shaking me from my nervous reverie... I do what I'm ordered, unable now to look anywhere but at the traffic as he pulls the crotchrope back down, back through the O-rings and fastens me by it tightly to the vertical section of the post...

"Put your arms against the Y," he instructs. I have to reach up and out but they are pretty much the perfect height for me to do so. This time when my husband reaches into the bag, he retrieves two metal U brackets, a bag of screws and a cordless drill!

"Keep very still," he instructs as he places one of the brackets over my left wrist... It's a tight fit and as he drills the screws through the four holes to fix the bracket into the frame it becomes even tighter... Way too tight for me to pull my hand free! He reminds me not to move as he drills the other bracket into place over my right wrist and now I'm stuck in place, naked, plugged and totally helpless!

"Legs together," he orders, producing another length of red rope from his bag which he used to bind my ankles together and then to the pole.

I stand helplessly, shivering and turning my head to watch him and watch the traffic the only movements I'm now able to make...

 

[MissKubo]

He drills three more U-brackets into the tops of the Y-arms above my elbows and into the top of the vertical pole behind my neck then he produces two more lengths of red rope from the bag. He starts on my right side, tying one end of the rope through the bracket he's just fitted over my right elbow, and then tightly loops the other end around my breast, pulling the rope taut when he ties it off... He repeats the same with my left and I know now if anyone in those passing cars is looking my way I'm going to be so obvious and obscene... At least I have the hood to hide my face... Oh my God, ouch, he ties the ropes around my breast so tightly, it forces me to moan hard into the ballgag... And all it gets me is a sharp, painful flick to the stiffening nipple!!

He then adjusts the rope around my left breast, pulling on it hard to make sure it's as viciously tight as the one he'd just tied around my right breast, making me grunt with pain again... He cups them in his hands, bounces them and squeezes them painfully tight to make sure he's happy they're even, and then returns once again to the bag, producing my red dog collar and breast collars...

The dog collar goes on first, buckled snuggly around my neck and then he uses a zip tie to fix the O-ring for the leash attachment to the U-bracket he'd drilled into the top of the vertical section of the post so now my head is held in place and I can only look straight ahead, out towards the road... Then he wraps the smaller collars around the middles of my tied, bulging breasts, pulls on them hard to get them tight before fastening the buckles!

"Don't worry, this is the last thing," he says, then adds "second-to-last..." as he reaches once more into the bag. He produces a roll of black, shiny PVC wrapping and begins using it to wrap tightly around my arm, fixing the full length of it to the frame. Then he wraps it around my upper chest between my breasts and the red collar, and then snugly under my breasts, working his way down my body and then back up to my right arm ... When he's done, it's only my breasts, crotch, ass, head and hands that are left uncovered!

'Almost forgot," says my husband and he pulls out a bottle of sun cream from the bag and starts massaging it into my bulging tits. "We don't want you getting burnt."

The sun shining on the PVC wrap, the feel of my husband's hands on my breasts and the insistent buzzing inside me (plus I'm slightly tipsy from the wine my husband plied me with) are making me feel very hot...

We're interrupted by my husband's phone ringing. I can't see the screen to see who's calling and he takes a few steps away so I can only hear his side of the conversation. "Good timing, she's just about ready. I'll see you over there in a few minutes."

I start to panic and struggle but the bindings are holding me fast. My husband grins at me. "Aww, that's real cute. It's a shame you're not really eligible for the scarecrow contest, but there's some friends coming who are looking forward to seeing you among the display."

I struggle harder, not wanting to be left alone out here. It makes no odds and his only response is to turn the vibrators intensity up another few notches so that they're REALLY working me over...

"Oh yeah, last things," he says and reaches into the bag one last time. He attaches the red clamps with the bells to my nipples, grabs my boobs and gives them a shake to make them jingle.

"Perfect," he says. "Don't worry, someone will come take those off for you within the half hour."

And with that he takes the bag and walks away. With my neck fixed to the pole I can't turn my head to watch him; I can only hear the rustle of his footsteps receding until the only sounds are my labored breathing, the rushing of nerves and arousal in my ears and the occasional tinkle of the bells clamped to my nipples

 

[Cleo420]

I really enjoyed reading and loved the suspense of the story. The set up for the scene was really hot too.

 

[MissKubo]

I really enjoyed reading and loved the suspense of the story. The set up for the scene was really hot too.

Aw, thank you for your kind words