A DISAPPOINTING NIGHT:

I thought I would give everyone an update on my weekend adventure with Cunt II.  If things go well this weekend I plan on renaming him Sunday.  I had planned lighter more mundane activities for him this weekend.  The streaks of bruising on the back of his legs and butt have melded together to form one large bruise, and his ass is much too sensitive right now for any corporeal punishment.  I even had to restrain myself (some), when I fuck him. 

I can usually cum when I fuck a man with a strapon, but it requires hard strokes and balls deep grinding to generate enough pressure to make my pussy happy.  In consideration of his delicate condition right now, I’ve restrained my inner bitch once again, for the greater good…*sigh.*  Still after stretching his ass for a good hour, albeit gently, and making him leak like a sissy through his cock cage, I just sat on his face for another long hour, and he made my pussy sing.

It was wonderful, and I cuddled him for awhile in happiness.  But it was still early, and I felt energized rather than tired.  It might surprise some of you that I love running and lifting weights.  It requires me to be seriously disciplined about smoking (only smoke when I play), but if I demand discipline from others, then I damned sure better be able to discipline myself.  I told Cunt II to get off his lazy ass; we were going for a run.  Almost asleep in my arms he groaned in disbelief.

“Are you kidding me,” he said with that annoying whine that creeps in his voice when he doesn’t want to do something or he gets petulant.

I leaped out of bed and started dressing.  “Do I look like I’m kidding,” I said with a touch of warning.

I was going to let him dress in the T-shirt and running shorts he brought for the weekend, but his whining pissed me off.  I handed him a pair of baggy, silk, old lady panties that I’ve been having him wear. They’re complete with white lacy frills.  They don’t support that ridiculous cock cage very well, and he hates them.

When I handed them over, he got that defiant look of his, which is something that I will not abide in a man.  I slapped his face, hard.  It caught him by complete surprise.  His hand went reflexively to his cheek and his eyes welled with tears.  He had that lovely O face, the one that isn’t from pleasure.  I got right into his face.

“Do we have a problem Cunt?” I asked in an angry hiss.

“No Mistress, I’m sorry…I just wasn’t thinking” he said quickly.

“You’re right Cunt.  You weren’t thinking.  If you need to pout, whine, or defy me just let me know, because I can think of dozens of ways I can get some exercise in tonight,” I said looking him right in the eye.

“Yes Ma’am, it won’t happen again,” he said quietly.

I pushed him away, and said, “Put on your fucking panties, Bitch.”

I have a gravel road that ‘sort-of’ runs the perimeter of my property.  The road winds in and out like a snake, and hits most of the highlights on my land, which makes it perfect for running; all in all, it’s a little over 4 miles.  It had rained earlier which should have cooled things off, but this is a summer night in Texas.  Hot as fuck!  With the rain, it was just a steamy form of hot.   I wore a bright LED headband light, and carried a 9mm in a waistband holster.  It sucked too; they have yet to design a rig for a woman that takes into account rounded hips.  It drives me crazy when I run, but not going armed isn’t an option.

Rattlesnakes, wild pigs, coyotes, wild dogs, and of course the possibility of a two legged predator makes me extra careful.

Cunt II eyed the gun as I put it on.  He didn’t say anything but I could tell it bothered him.  I sometimes forget that most people don’t have my upbringing.  I was raised on a real working ranch, in a community of the same.  Everyone and I mean everyone hunted.  Shooting stuff was just something I did like everyone else.  Cunt II grew up in Texas but was from an upper middle-class family whose idea of the outdoors was to go to a park.  I doubt he had ever held a gun in his life.  Something else I intended to remedy one day.  He probably thought I was going to take him out into the night and shoot him Lol! 

I started out at a good 9 minute/mile pace to get us warmed up.  I love running at night the sky was indigo black with a billion stars, the gravel road was brilliantly lit by my bobbing headlamp, which I wished I could turn off, but it was just too dark to run on an ankle-turning road.

Cunt II is a good looking man.  He’s about medium build, but works all day in an office.  He’s too soft, and beginning to get a little doughy in the middle for my taste.  Since I’m going to own him one day, I want my property looking good.  Once I get him living with me, he’ll be working out every day without fail.  Left to his own devices Cunt II doesn’t possess the motivation or the resolve to be fit.  It’s just not in him, which is why he needs me to take charge of his life…whether he likes it or not. LOL!

We were into it about 1 mile. Cunt II was gasping but trying to stay into the game. The heavy cock cage was bouncing obscenely in his baggy white panties.  I wanted to increase the pace to a nice 8 minute mile and stay there until the end, but I was having my doubts about my poor man.  I increased the pace anyway because that’s just the type of bitch I am, and he began to fall behind.  I tried everything encouragement, threats, leaving him behind, but he just hadn’t put in the hard daily miles I had, and was slowing down.  Then it happened…”Arwooooooooooooohoooooooooo…Yip! Yip! Yip!...Woooooooooooo…. LOL!

It sounded like Coyotes, lots of them, and they were close, I don’t know if ‘We’ were the ones being howled about, but it was a chilling and exciting sound to hear running on a lonely gravel road,  on a pitch black night.  Cunt II suddenly became an amazingly fit man and was running right next to me.  He was wide-eyed and pale as a ghost, and I had trouble breathing trying to contain my laugh.

“Wha…wha  Wha th’ fuck was that?”  he gasped in fear.

I know at that moment every bad wolf story he had ever heard as a child, every book, and every movie that he had ever seen about bad things that come for you in the night was surfacing in his brain.

“Wolves.” I said simply, looking around with the best worried face I could muster.

“They’re hunting us.” I whispered tightly, and with dread.

But I fucked it all up because after saying it I looked at Cunt II’s face and saw him taking it dead serious, and practically tripping all over himself trying to see in every direction at once.  It was just so stupidly funny.  I started laughing, but because I was running and short of breath it immediately gave me the hiccups (I always do that when I laugh too hard), and the stupid hiccups just made me laugh harder, and Cunt II is all like;

“Wha..wha  what’s so funny?” Looking worried and thinking I’ve lost my mind, which of course made me laugh even harder.

Tears streaming, holding my side, and gasping between laughter, I finally got myself under control.  I was barely running by that time.

“Coyotes,”  I giggled.

“Coyotes?” he said trying to process it.

“Yeah, just Coyotes.” I said finally catching my breath, and calming down.

“Are they dangerous?

“To a dog or small kids they are.  A hurt adult who can’t defend himself?  Certainly.”

Right after I said that, one started howling to our right, and then it sounded like the whole night exploded with howls, and I’m not kidding either.  It gave me some serious chills.  They were crazy close, and there really were a lot of them.  I shined my headlamp into the tree line to our right, and was greeted with what looked like a zillion eyes.  It doesn’t help that a Coyote’s eyes gleam like the red fires of hell when a light shines on them at night.

I admit, seeing that spooked the hell out of me.  I still didn’t think we were really in danger, they rarely attack adults, but it was a damned big pack, and I wasn’t taking any chances.  I pulled out my 9mm and jacked in a round.  I kept the safety on, but I was ready.  Cunt II watched me wordlessly.  He had seen the eyes, and was now in some place beyond fear.  We were at the halfway point in the run so it made no difference if we went back or just finished it. I decided to continue on.  

“Look Ted (Not his real name), all joking aside, they’re just Coyotes.  They are checking us out, but they probably won’t bother us.  If they get too close I’ll shoot a couple of rounds in their general direction, which should scare them away.  If necessary, I’ll kill a few. They’re not going to get us.  Trust me, I said with warmth.”

Cunt II just nodded, still staring out into the night.

“Now we’re not going to run, but walk back.  If we run, they might see it as prey behavior.  Coyotes are sneaky, they rush in and out.  They like going for the legs and wounding you until you’re too fucked up to move or fight back.  (I had seen enough hamstrung and ripped up cattle growing up to make me hate the little bastards).  If the impossible happens and one does rush in, do not run, do not show fear.  Kick the little bastard as hard as you can.  They’re pretty small animals.  One good kick can kill them.

Remember, don’t show any fear, and don’t you dare run.”

Cunt II was scared, and although it brought out the protective and dominant nature inside me, it also brought a sense of disgust.  There is a feminine side to me that wants a strong man to wrap his arms around me and tell me it’s going to be ok.  To know that I have a man beside me that won’t run, and has my back.  I wasn’t feeling any of that with this man.  I know he didn’t grow up in the outdoors, and all of this was a big scary unknown to him, but a man is a man, and he had failed.  Those baggy panties he was wearing were looking appropriate.

We walked back, and I kept a loud confident conversation going with him.  I hoped that he would join in.  The noise would have helped, but he was mostly silent grunting occasionally at some question I asked, and staring fearfully into the darkness.  We had gone about a mile, when they howled again just ahead of us.  An army of red eyes were gleaming just to our front.  In the edge of the beam’s glow I could see their quick grey shapes crossing the gravel road, silent as ghosts.  Cunt II was practically frozen in fear staring bug eyed as they crossed.  I didn’t know if they were circling us or just moving on.  Either way, seeing 30+ coyotes moving by like phantoms at night is a pretty awesome thing.  However it’s hard to enjoy the awe of nature when the ‘man’ beside you isn’t holding you protectively, but saying;  “Sh…shhhh…shoot,” and his teeth are practically chattering.  By this point I didn’t give a fuck.  I was getting tired of him, and the Coyotes.

I thumbed off the safety and shot twice above them, but in their general direction.  I did it quickly and it must have really surprised Cunt II, because he shrieked.  Yes, just like a fucking girl.  The Coyotes reacted like their cowardly kind always do.  They ran and yipped in every direction but ours.

No more howling, no more following us, or hellish little eyes gleaming from the darkness. It was once again, just a normal summer night.  I put my arm around Cunt II, and talked with him gently as we walked.  He was still looking around like an attack was imminent.  His fear wasn’t funny to me anymore, it was disgusting.  I carefully kept it out of my voice, and worked on calming him down and making him feel safe.  I both hated and loved him at that moment.  His weakness and fear was setting my dominant side on fucking fire.  I was getting a little gooey between my legs, but the feminine side of me was like; “What the fuck?!”

We turned a corner and could now see the lights of my house through some tree’s.  I could tell Cunt II wanted to run, safety was all that mattered to him.  Despite my reassurances, he was convinced that the Coyote boogie man was about to spring.  Logic, reason, and certainly any residual courage he possessed had long since fled.  His cowardice just pissed me off more.  I stopped walking, and just stood there.  This really disturbed him; I could tell he was about to bolt for the house. I grabbed his hand and held it tightly, and then with the other, I turned off my headlamp, instantly engulfing us in darkness. Except for the stars and the lights of my house in the distance, there was nothing but blackness.  (All the more so because out eyes were used to the bright light of the head lamp.)

Cunt II wasn’t a happy camper.

“Wha..whu…why?  Fuck, we’ve got to go.  Turn it back on please.”  He whined in fear. 

I wanted to just slap him so fucking hard, but his fear was intoxicating.  (I know, I’m twisted).  I told him to sit down on the road.  At first it looked like he was going to defy me and bolt, but I was holding his hand tight, and I guess he came back to his senses. I was all tender, shushing him and speaking to him like a child who just had a nightmare.  He was still tense and wound up with fear but he finally slowly sat down on the gravel road. 

I wanted some right then. And right there.  I felt like I had earned it.  I wanted him to pay for my protection, for not being man enough to face his fears, but mostly because I hate pussies like that.  Still holding my pistol (safety engaged) I grabbed the back of head, and pulled my sopping wet running shorts down.

“Now? He said in disbelief.  “What about the house?  Can’t we go there first/”

“Just open your mouth, and stick your tongue out.  Don’t worry I’ll do all the work, like always,” I said in a pissed off voice.

I held his head tight, and began to fuck his cowardly face.  No gentle rubbing, or happy little sighs this time.  I had earned this.  The way I like it.  I admit it was a hate fuck, and I took total advantage of the bitch.  But right then?  I didn’t give a damn.

I slammed my pussy into him, humping his face hard.  He tried to turn away, but I grabbed the turf of his hair and held his head where I needed it.  I wasn’t pumping his face, I was slamming into it. Cursing as the pleasure built. I felt like I was  raping the face of this sissified, pussy of a man, and he deserved it.  As he began to twist and fight me, I came.  It was one of those ‘gut punch’, hard and quick, orgasms. It was so fucking delicious.  I growled and pumped his head hard, finishing myself off.  I guess my pelvis must have hit his nose pretty hard because it was bleeding when I pulled away.  I didn’t fucking care.  I stood there for a moment groaning in delight as my orgasm faded away.

He sat on the ground in silky white panties, holding his nose and looking stupid.  I pulled my shorts up, laughed, and walked to the house.  I didn’t care if the bitch followed me or not.  He of course did, running to catch up, holding his nose.  I didn’t say a fucking word.

Once inside I told him to shower and clean himself up.  He did so morosely sensing my mood, and sensing something wrong.  I showered and cleaned myself up and found him in my bedroom, ready to be chained to the bed, but I told him I wouldn’t need his services tonight.  In reality, I didn’t want him in the same room as me.  I told him to go downstairs and sleep on the couch, he left with that sad little pout.  He doesn’t know how close I came to punching him right in the mouth at that moment.

I closed and locked my bedroom door, pulled out my big green and gold dildo, laid down, and began playing with myself.  I was dreaming of a real man in my bed.  

A man who deserved to love me, comfort me, and tell me that everything was going to be alright, because not only would he have my back, he would die to protect me.