Triss_Merigold's blog Profile | Galleries | Favorites | Fanbase | Clubs | Comments | Blog A lovely present from a great friend named Medina Mason Happy Birthday Triss Merigold Warm rays of light flash against my face, gently kissing my cheeks, as we speed under rows of tall oak trees and twisted sycamore, winding through the foothills blanketed by the dim rustic forest. My brown hair blows in the wind as I drive the ruby convertible along the winding roads, hardly any other driver in sight breathing in the scent of the mossy grove, the brassy swing of jazz on the crackling radio. You sit in the seat beside me, laying against my shoulder, sleeping peacefully, head resting on the sleeve of the ivory ruffled blouse clinging to my chest. You sleep soundly, not stirring until a loud semi whizzes by us. You let out a little yawn, looking out to survey the forest around us before smiling up at me, and planting a soft kiss on my cheek, then another on my shoulder. “Sleep well?” I inquire, not taking my eyes off the road. “mmhmm,” you almost hum in response as your soft hand brushes along my inner thigh, making me responsively spread my legs just a little against the leather seat. I gasp almost inaudibly, but enough that you can hear, a satisfied smile spreading across your face. “We’re almost there,” I blurt out as your hand presses against the sensitive little spot my thigh meets the bottom of the high waisted tight black denim shorts I am wearing. I feel you squeeze my leg tightly, as you lean in and bite my neck, making my next gasp so much louder, more desperate. “Good girl,” you utter in my ear, “ because I can hardly wait any longer.” As the convertible climbs the steep foothills, you give me a merciful break from the teasing, leaving my concentration for the drive as dusk nears. The light sea of cloudless blue above us growing deeper and darker by the minute. I make a turn off the highway to a rolling winding dirt road. You turn off the smartphone propped up in the cupholder, the GPS no longer able to trace our route anyway as we weave through such an unknown unmarked place. Only a few people knowing what pleasures lie at the top of the hill along the nearly hidden path. We pass not a single car for maybe 10 minutes, and only a solitary tall ivory farmhouse, almost hidden in the woods. A tattered shed along the hill displays only holes in the side and a faded add for tobacco. Finally, we turn a bend at the very top of a hill the drop more resembling a cliff than a slope, with the strata of white and tan rocks and dirt, and only a few bushes and broken bent dead trees between the endless emerald forest below the hill and the tall copse of trees behind us. On the dirt bend stretching around the crest of the hill before the road narrows and disappears back down into the forest is a fence line tree trunks set atop simple concrete blocks. A few vehicles are parked along the fence line spread apart, and couples inside the cars each enjoy the coming sunset in their own way, playing tunes on the radio, sipping on beer, in one grit coated pickup a giggling blond straddles a man in the front seat as they passionately make out. We drive up to the fence at the edge of the bend at least the length of three or four spaces away from our nearest neighbor, two bearded men holding hands in a idling jeep listening to twanging country tunes. I set the convertible in park, turn, and looking into your eyes I kiss you hungrily, our lips pressed close, my hand gently holding your hip sliding up against the soft skin of your bare belly, your cotton blue t-shirt tied to stretch it tightly across your beautiful breasts, baring your belly. For a few divine minutes, we taste each other’s lips, squirming in the seats in absolute bliss, lost in each other’s touch. The we turn, holding hands as we catch the sunset across the forest, casting the green sea of leaves in purple and red until the sun sinks below the horizon leaving us and the other couples in the privacy of the cool night to play. You lean over and whisper in my ear, “Still want to do this, Medi?” I nod my head firmly, happy you can’t see how flush my face is right now, knowing we’ve never been so brazenly kinky in public before, even if “public” is a lover’s lane in the dark cover of a waning moon’s night. You reach around your seat to find a leather bag sitting in the back pulling it into your lap, the sound of clinking metal and other contents bumping and shifting in the bag. I relax my breathing, my heart already speeding up a little as I get nervous. Watching as a few of the cars on the bend start up and slowly back away from the cliff, returning back down the winding road. In the beat up pick up on the other side, the blond squeaks loudly as she bounces nakedly in her lover’s lap. Clearly we aren’t the only ones who are staying for some passionate play tonight. I turn and watch her as she fucks him, moaning, breasts bouncing clearly even at the distance between us as he grunts. A firm word from you snaps my attention back to you, “put your hands over your head and cross your arms behind the seat, sexy.” “Yes Mistress,” I whisper pliantly, thinking through the command, raising my hands to the night sky and then bending my elbows so my wrists are behind my neck, behind the seat, the left wrist to the right and the right wrist opposite. You reach over and clasp the brace of a set of handcuffs around my wrist, then pull the chain around the narrow metal pole connecting the seatback to the raised headrest, you push it through the gap and clench the other brace around my other wrist. Not only are my wrists cuffed, but they are cuffed through the gap between my seat and the headrest, keeping me from lowering the elbows above my head or raising my wrist. My arms are bent behind me, forcing me to sit on the edge of my seat, my chest pushed out helplessly. I breath through my nose, trying to get comfortable with the position as you giggle at your idea, your hand already exploring my body, slipping under my blouse to rub against my tight belly, sliding up to grasp breasts, heaving braless under the ivory top. You squeeze one of the soft orbs hard making me whimper softly. Grinning with satisfaction, you pull your hand out from under my blouse and grab it from the top, tugging hard, tucking it under my tits leaving them bare to the cool night breeze. My nipples stiffen, leaving them ripe for you to pinch, making me let out a shriek of pain. You give my right breast a slap, “Why so loud babe? Want everyone to hear you?” “No,” I protest in a hushed voice, shaking my head for emphasis. Suddenly I feel a rubber ball pressed to my lips, as you bark another command, “Open!” I open my mouth wide and the ball gag pops in hanging loosely in my mouth while you lean over me and stretch to pull the leather band around my cheek. You deliver another sharp smack to my bare breasts, “Bow your head, I can’t reach!” I obey again and you reach behind me and pull the leather strap around me, fastening the two ends tightly behind my hair, before grasping a handful of my brunette locks and tug, pulling my head back against the seat, my yelps muffled by the gag. “Now, no one can hear you while I play with you babe,” you tease, “Aren’t you happy, I fixed that for you?” I nod vigorously, muffling a “thank you Miss” as little beads of spittle hang from my lip before falling on my bare breast, sliding down along the goosebumps on my cold skin. You search the bag of torments again, finding another jingling chain, pinching each hard nipple with a metal alligator clip attached to a chain. I squirm and grunt in protest. You ignore my pleas as you unfasten my denim short. “Lift that tight little butt of yours for me, sweetie,” you say as if asking to pass the salt. I lift up, and you tug my shorts and panties down to my ankles before allowing me to sit back on the leather seat, my thighs spread wide, my pink pussy exposed, already a little moist from our games. I try to close my legs as I feel something cold and metal pressed against my labia, but a quick smack from you stings my breast, making me keep them open while the nipple chain chimes from the force of your slap. I groan as I feel a metal sphere pushed inside my wet orifice, then another, both balls sinking inside my tight tender sex, pushed deeper by your fingers. Your lips hover inches from my ear, one hand caressing my hair, the other still wiggling inside my pussy as you threaten me with almost a purr, “Those better not come out till I say, or I will replace them with a strap on while you’re splayed on the hood, do you understand me babe?” I nod vigorously, fearfully as you emphasize the last five words slowly. I wiggle against the leather chair, feeling like the two smooth intruders in my sex are slowly sinking out as I drip with desire and stimulation, my body both bound in total darkness and also completely exposed to everyone, nothing between me and the vast night sky. Your fingers crawl along my shivering body, as I try to keep a tight grip on the metal orbs in my belly, a few cars arriving to the bend with rowdy horny lovers, others pulling away and setting off having enjoyed the passion of romance and sex under the burning stars. A tall SUV parks near us, windows rolled down and rock blaring from the speakers. A couple in the front and another in the back, both young men in jackets from some frat house, one of the girls dressed in a sweatshirt for the local state university. I try to sink down, hiding from them, whimpering in quiet until I hear a soft hum. I turn back to look at my dominant lover, her eyes wide with that wicked look of hers as she pushes the vibrator against my clit, making me squeal, bucking back and forth in the seat. The two balls buried in my body intensifying every sensation that ripples through my quivering body. One of the girls in the car next to us, giggles with surprise as she watches me writhe, bound and bare breasted in the open convertible, soaking my seat in a puddle of my own lust from it all, my Mistress holding a vibrator to me as you kiss and nipples on my neck and cheek and shoulders hungrily. The other girl in the car offers a loud, nasally, “What the actual, fuck?” as our audience watches me endure intense forced pleasure and bondage. I whimper some sort of plea to cum and you withdraw the toy, leaving me lusting and at the very edge of desperation for release. I feel your warmth body against my shivering skin as you lean over me, hooking your finger on my nipple chain and tugging it, making me grunt while you meet the gaze of the onlookers from the car next to us. “You all, enjoying the show?” The boys holler in appreciating and the pretty redhead in front nods with a laugh, “People can get crazy out here. Hope you don’t mind. We were a little curious to see all the fun.” You laugh gleefully, “Not at all! Medina, loves to be admired, don’t you little attention whore?” Another quick tug on my chain makes me squeal and nod eagerly and compliantly. One of the frat dudes cups a hand to his mouth and yells over the rock music, “Your accent, lady, I love it. Where are you chicks from?” You chuckle again from his drunken praise, “From out of town,” you tease, “Medina is from this country, and wanted to give me a tour of America.” The other dude shouts, “I’d like a tour of her!” cackling to himself before the girl in the back whacks him in disgust. “Oh, would you?” My eyes go wider with fear as you get out of the car and close the door. I hear your leather boots crunch leaves and dirt as you walk around the car, unfastening on of my wrists from the handcuffs and using my hair, pulling me up. You swing the door open and help me out, pulling my arms behind me to re-cuff me, whispering, “be a good girl and jiggle your breasts for them babe!” I moan, but the crack of your hand on my bare ass motivates me to shake my breasts from side to side, the nipple chain jiggling, the soft orbs clapping together for the amusement of the four college co-eds in the car. While they delight it my lewd display, naked, tits bouncing wildly, you fasten a tall leather posture collar around my neck, a single round ring connected to a leash. You tug the leash, strutting sensuously in front of me, like you are on a catwalk, while you lead me, your naked bound pet behind. My feet shuffle slowly as I tread the dirty ground in strappy black heels, with me shorts and panties still clinging to my ankles, keeping my stride short and my movement slow. The frat boys and the pretty redhead get out of the car to watch us while the less interested girl stays in the back but shoots a video on her phone from the window. I feel warmth through my body, blushing from the humiliation. Nearing the SUV you squeeze my butt and whisper, “Now my pet, you are going to give me a birthday present. We’re going to start a little party” END OF PART I     Posted on : Dec 9, 2017     Add Comment Empress_Joseph Comments: 522 Commented on Dec 9, 2017 It's lovely!   Medina_Mason Comments: 0 Commented on Dec 9, 2017 *Any (see what I mean?)   Medina_Mason Comments: 0 Commented on Dec 9, 2017 I worked on this while drinking, so any grammar or spelling errors are due to intoxication. Please let me know if I missed anyway and I will bug Triss mercilessly until she fixes them.