The Cable Slave Chapter 7 The Gardener free porn video

I got a cryptic message from the cable guy one morning saying that some work had to be done in my garden. That was true enough because with all my recent activities I’d been neglecting it. That wasn’t the point of course; this was simply a message that I was about to find myself engaged in some outdoor activities.

I told my husband that the money I made from the lingerie business meant I could hire someone to tidy up the garden. I was not too sure what this gardener would do. I was certain he would do me, probably lots of times, but I had no idea what he would do to the garden. I told my husband that I would make up my mind exactly what was needed when I had talked to the gardener. I thought that gave me a bit of cover. Hubby never went out in the garden very much and seemed happy with that.

I had to wait several days to find out more about the gardener and then the cable guy picked a day when my husband was going to be out of town for several days. I wondered if he had been listening in on us.

I should have been anxious when the cable guy told me to be ready for the gardener on Tuesday. I knew that really meant I was going to be totally owned by a complete stranger till Friday evening. By then I’d become such a slut that all I could think about was what a turn on it would be to have three days of total submission.

I spent Monday in a state of wet anticipation, fucked my husband something crazy on Monday night and kissed him goodbye Tuesday. My instructions were simple: strip, put on collar, wrist and ankle cuffs and leash, stand in front of the camera and wait.

I stood there naked for a while then he phoned and told me to turn on the TV. There I was naked and collared in plain view. A caption started appearing at the bottom of the screen.

“This slut is waiting for the gardener to call, he is going to plant his seeds and fill a few holes.”

This was obviously a trailer to attract viewers. How many people were watching?

Different lines kept coming up with suggestive ideas about what might happen to me. The camera would change some of the time to the one behind me so it focused on my bum and then it would flip back and my tits would fill the picture and then both back and front on a split screen. As I was getting used to this, and feeling like a piece of meat in a supermarket, the view switched to the garden.

I realised that I had been right all along, those external security lights had cameras in them as well. There was more suggestive stuff about which bed is our flower going to get planted in and stuff like that; flipping to and fro between a flower bed and my bed upstairs. Some of it I had to laugh at; it was so crude and suggestive and vaguely witty at the same time and then the camera would catch me smiling and there would be more words about how ready I was for what was going to happen.

Sometimes there were suggestions that I had no idea what I was in for and how long it was going to last; it said that the cameras had infra red lights so if they watched they could see me all night if I was still in the garden. That worried me a bit. Was I going to get any sleep at all? Friday night seemed a long way away.

I can’t remember how long I stood there, maybe half an hour, who knows, eventually the bell rang and I went to the door. The space was filled with broad shoulders, a heavy set torso and legs like tree trunks. When my gaze got up far enough I was greeted by a dazzling smile and friendly eyes looking me up and down. He reached out and took the lead, stepped in and closed the door behind him,

“Show me the garden.”

My lead draped gently over my shoulders as I led the way through to the back door and out into the sunshine. I was used to being naked in the garden; no-one can see into most of it but I was not used to being on a lead while he walked around looking at the plants and the layout of the grass. I knew that no-one could see but I felt a lot more vulnerable and horny, because I had no control of where I could stand and there was no way I could run if someone was watching.

After a good look round he took me over to the big tree and looped my leash over a branch. He took a padlock out of his pocket.

“You don’t have to lock me,” I said, “I’m into this, I’ll do whatever you say.”

“Will you now,” he said. “The thing is honey, the customers expect locks. I know you get off on all this, so go with me for now and work with the locks. Right now the sound is off, so this is kind of off the record. When we’re live I don’t want you doing anything that looks faked. We clear about that?”

“Sure,” I said. Deep down that was kind of liberating. I know cynics might say it’s just the prisoner choosing what colour bars, but it made me feel involved. He gave me another flash of that smile and then locked the lead to the tree and my hands behind my back.

I watched as he walked away into my house, free to do whatever he wanted, leaving me in full view, naked and tied to the tree. I could feel myself wet and sticky already. I had no idea what would be coming, apart from me I hoped. He just left me like that for ten minutes. I tried to relax end enjoy the sun and the light breeze on my skin. Cool wind on naked skin is a great feeling even if you are tied to a tree; there is nothing better really to make you aware of your body. I could feel it blowing between my legs, cooling my cunt. I found myself opening my legs to enjoy it more. I know I am a slut but what else was there for it. I was locked into this, literally, so I might as well enjoy every sensation.

He came back with a wheel barrow loaded up with stuff. Now that was a surprise. He was going to do some real gardening; maybe I was just going to watch and be on display. Interesting for any gardeners watching; growing tips with a naked housewife thrown in. It could get a big audience I guess.

He picked up a bottle from his kit and walked over to me, smiling, enjoying what he saw.

“Could get hot later on, don’t want you getting burned,” he said, and set about covering me in sun tan oil. I like the smell of that stuff and the sensation of being oiled. He had really big hands; I could feel them as he worked over my back and around my arse and down my legs. When he went back over me again more slowly I found out how big his hands were. He held one cheek in each hand and worked my buns to and fro, obviously enjoying playing with me.

I knew the routine, both cheeks spread and those big fingers running through between them playing with my hole. I leaned forwards and pressed back a bit and there was a finger inside me before I knew. He didn’t mess around, he was deep inside me sliding in and out. All that oil made it easy and I was enjoying being reamed. It was more spectacular when the second finger went in and he started rotating them around and stretching me. It went on for a while and he was muttering stuff about just the right size and should do nicely. I had no idea what he was talking about but my arsehole was obviously in for some further treatment sooner or later. Eventually the fingers came out and he came around in front of me. He smiled at me, put his little finger under my chin and lifted my head up to face him and said

“Open wide, clean my fingers.”

I’d never done that before but before I could get over the shock of what he had said, his other hand had pinched one of my nipples and my mouth opened to say ouch. The fingers were in before I had time to think. It was overpowering, the sensation of being used, the smell and taste of sun oil and my arsehole at the same time, and his other hand still pulling my nipple up and twisting it. I was struggling against the pain, wallowing in being such a used object and salivating at the strange taste and smell all at once. His fingers ran around inside my mouth, playing with my tongue, sliding down my throat so I was on the point of gagging, in and out so my mouth felt completely used as my poor nipple was still being tweaked and twisted and pulled. He smiled at me as he played with me.

“You are a nice little bitch for sure; enjoy it don’t you.” His hand left my nipple and slid into my cunt. “Nice and wet aren’t we, I like playing with a toy that works properly.”

The fingers came out of my mouth and he poured sun oil over my front. He oiled me all over face, tits, arms, legs, every inch and he obviously enjoyed every minute of it and I knew for sure that those fingers were going to end up in my cunt again. I could feel myself wanting them there and I knew I was sliding myself around to try and tease him, what was I thinking? Naked, hands cuffed behind my back, leashed to a tree in the open air, it wasn’t so much teasing as wanton lusting.

I got some reward eventually, fingers in and out of me, playing with my clit, bringing me almost to an orgasm and then he stopped and walked away. Oh boy, what a way to treat a slut. I was desperate to cum. I think he saw me squeezing my legs together trying to get myself over the brink but the next thing I knew he had two big pegs driven into the ground and my legs were pulled apart and tied in place; far enough apart that there was no chance I could stimulate myself. I could still balance OK but I thought it would get uncomfortable if I was like that for long. I was really wishing he would fuck me but he just played me back up to the brink and left me again.

He got on with his work. He laid out a big plastic sheet on the grass and then stripped off the turf over an area of the lawn and put it on the plastic then started digging a fair sized hole. I wondered what it could be, was he putting in a pond or a fountain or something.

It gave me a good chance to look at him. The guy was big, about six three or four and had all the muscles you could need. Seeing him digging with his shirt off he was a mass of rippling flesh. I so wished I was being held by that lot. Foolishly I asked what he was doing. He got a big red ball gag out of his bag and I realised that conversation was not part of the script. I might be into it completely but what was selling on the TV was the image of me as a reluctant slave, not a wanton slut.

It started to get hot and I could see he was sweating as he worked. Then he stood up for a rest and stripped off the rest of his clothes. What a cock he had on him. I would have jumped all over him if I could. He walked over to me and I thought he might fuck me there and then but he just played with me till his cock got hard then went back to work. Maybe that was part of the show or maybe he just liked it but he kept doing that; using me to keep himself exited so I was just a toy to keep his cock hard. Working with this great hard on made him look great. I started moving about a bit, sort of dancing as much as I could to be provocative so I could keep looking at this great cock and thinking about where I thought it would end up. I bet the guys watching must have been wondering which of my holes would get it first. I wondered if there were any women online; I hoped they were jealous.

I had no idea what he was planning in the garden, so far there was a just a big hole in the grass and a small pile of turf kept on one side. I had no idea what he was going to fill it with. There was another hole as well, a dripping wet hole, but he wasn’t filling that either.

He unlocked me and led me to a chair.

“This is like regular TV,” he said. “There’s a commercial break right now.”

He offered me a drink. Wow, that was a first.

“It’s a long break,” he said. “They’ll be showing some other slut for a kind of trailer. The next part of your show is tough, so we need to get some things clear. It’s gonna look real bad, if you know what I mean. Bad in a good way. I don’t want you panicking, ‘cos it’s gonna look like you ought to be shit scared.”

“What the hell are you planning?”

“I’m gonna bury you in the ground. Well, bury most of you. Your head will be protected and there’s a microphone in there. You can yell any time you want to quit. The way the trick works I can get you out in five seconds flat, but the guys watching won’t know that. If you do have to pull the plug you yell and there’ll be a technical hitch on the transmission. No one will know you cracked up.”

“What do I yell?”

“Anything you like.”

“Shouldn’t it be some special safeword?”

“Sure. Have you got some word you won’t forget?”

“Zero,” I said. “I’ll yell zero.”

“Fine by me, but just so you know, along with that microphone there’s a TV camera. If you forget the word just yell anyway. We’ll know for sure if you’ve had enough. None of the customers will see that camera. Right? All set?”

I took a deep breath. Whatever it was, this was going to be wild. I could feel myself getting wetter by the second.

“Go for it,” I said. “When are we back on?”

“Three minutes.”

I leaned over and kissed him, I thought he deserved it.

Once he told me we were going live he oiled me again and then disappeared for a while. He came back with some sort of a wooden frame and I immediately knew what he’d been talking about. Sure enough I was soon strapped to it. He had me kneeling with my ankles and knees tied to the side of the frame and then he pulled my shoulders down onto the front of it so my head stuck out beyond the woodwork. Then he dropped another piece on top of my neck and I realised I was in some sort of stock. He positioned my hands through two other holes and then locked it all together. I couldn’t move and I felt totally humiliated with my rear up in the air. I could feel the breeze on my damp hole but I couldn’t see anything. The wood over my neck was wide and anyway my face was almost in the grass. He disappeared again and I was left wondering who was looking at my rear end. I felt sure it was aimed exactly at the TV camera.

I heard him come back but I had no idea what he was doing. After a few minutes he picked me up, frame and all, and lifted me over to a sort of table. He locked the frame onto that and played with something so I was tipped backward a bit. I had no idea what was going on but at least my rear end was not so high in the sky.

It didn’t take long before I realised why my two ends were now the same height. I felt his cock go into me. I was wet and wanting it so that I almost came on the first thrust but it didn’t last; he pulled out almost as soon as he was in. I was waiting for another entry when he appeared in front of me and my mouth got the treatment. I sucked as well as I could but he was just testing I think. I had barely cleaned my juices off his cock when he was out and off again doing something else.

After that I didn’t get to know much about what was going on because he blindfolded me. I spent what must have been the rest of the day being oiled, occasionally fucked from time to time, and sucking when my mouth was filled. He was obviously doing what he had done before; getting on with whatever he was making and keeping himself hard by using me as a toy. I had no idea of the passage of time. I could feel the sun and wind on me but there’s no sense of time in that. Sometimes an insect would land on me and walk about. Nothing I could do about it, itching was awful, and I wondered if I was going to get stung. What sort of sun cream had he put on, maybe it was not sun block at all, maybe I was being burned to a crisp, just for the entertainment of the TV watchers. I hoped they had me in colour.

After I don’t know how long there was a further indignity. He put my head in a box. First he gagged me with one of those ball gags that has a hole in it. Then he pushed a tube through the hole and said

“You can drink if you suck on that. You can’t see it right now but I’d like to test the microphone. Say something.”

I sucked on the tube and sure enough there was water in it. I drank a little.

“The drink works.”

“I hear you fine. You should get some sound from outside but it will be muffled. When nothing much is happening you won’t hear much. This is where it gets interesting.”

Nothing happened. The air blew over my skin and that was about all. I was in a quiet world with my rear end pointing at a TV camera. Everyone else knew what was happening to my body except me. I really was just an object, a toy in the garden, placed there for entertainment.

I wondered how long I was going to be trussed up like this. I started to feel slightly annoyed. Surely there was more to this than just being a bondage toy. He must be going to thoroughly fuck me sooner or later. I realised as I thought about it that I could be fucked by anyone or anything and I might not know the difference. Without sight or sound or smell all I had to go on were the sensations entering my holes. Every now and then I was penetrated, after a bit of adjustment he had it so that both my holes were available and both got used.

I have no idea how long it went on but suddenly there was a light inside the box. To my absolute amazement there was a small black and white TV in the box in front of my head. I guess it had been there all the time but suddenly there was a female arse right in front of my eyes. It was a shock as I realised it was mine.

I watched — what else could I do. Suddenly there was a weird sensation on my arse. Like pins and needles, but hard to make sense of. My best guess was one of those pinwheel things with rows of tiny spikes. The picture on the little screen in my box showed nothing.

Who’s arse was it in the picture? It looked like mine. But what I could see and what was happening were different. After that there was something else, it felt more like a feather duster this time. Still the picture showed nothing. I wriggled my arse. Although I was bound quite tight it’s always possible to clench a little and get some movement. The picture did nothing. So it’s not me, I thought.

Right then I saw the pinwheel drawn across the skin in the picture and after that sure enough a feather duster and then the muscles clenched.

They could really play games with me if they wanted. All I could see was my arse, but I had no idea when it was me. Obviously they could play the video fast or slow, even add in some other backside and I would have no idea what was going on. I guess they could split the screen and show the audience what I saw and what was happening. For once I was glad the gardener said the picture of my face was not going out, but who knows, maybe they recorded it, maybe they were lying.

After that it all went quiet for a while. I could see my butt on the screen in my face but not much else. I could feel the sun on my back but I had no idea what time it was. The way I was trussed up anyone or anything could do what they liked with me, to me, and I would not even know who or what it was.

I think he smeared another layer of sun oil on me but it could have been maple syrup for all I knew. It could have been terrifying with my head in that box but I was so disconnected that I became mentally detached. My body belonged to someone else, to a TV programme, I was beginning to distrust sensation, all I could see was a black and white image of a bum, I supposed it was my bum but I had no idea if it was a tape repeating itself.

I couldn’t really move much and if I did move the bum in the picture stayed still. When it did move I had forgotten what move I had made. I knew I was losing it. I might go mad before the day was out except where mad people lose their mind I still had my mind but I was losing my body. I think the delay between what I saw and what was happening was getting longer, or maybe I was getting tired and disoriented but I knew they were taking my body away from me, and I had no idea what were they going to do with it.

The freaky thing was that somehow I didn’t mind. It took me into a subspace so much deeper than anything I’d ever known that it made me almost euphoric. I felt weirdly safe. By now I was an expensive property, they’d put a lot of work in on me. Deep down I knew they’d keep me safe.

After a while, and I have no idea how long it was, I felt that I was being moved, or at least the frame I was attached to was being moved. The TV in front of my face told me nothing, it was still showing the same behind that I had been looking at all along. I wondered if I was just getting dizzy but it felt like my head was getting lower. After a bit of wobbling about I came to rest and I was sure my ass was higher in the air and my head was down. It felt bad enough before with my behind exposed to the world but now it seemed to be pointing straight at the sky and still spread wide open for anyone to see, so humiliating.

As I lay there I felt something hit my back and shoulders, I had no idea what it was but it kept happening I could feel stuff on me, cold, damp; it could have been anything. I was so covered in sun oil that it was hard to tell what it was, it felt a bit like dirt. Its always difficult to know what’s on your back, I read somewhere that the nerves are far apart so that makes it hard. If it had been on my face or my head I might have been able to tell but my head was in a box. What ever it was it was only covering about half my back, my behind was not touched. Then I felt the same kind of thing on my legs. I was being covered in something I could feel it being pressed around the side of my body and over my thighs. I gradually got the awful sensation that I was being buried; buried with my ass sticking up in the air. That’s what the gardener said wasn’t it — he was going to bury me.

I caught my breath when I realised but he did say he could pull me out in five seconds. He must have a cable or something attached and some sort of winch. If I yelled it was bound to be a long five seconds. Should I test it, yell zero and see what happened? I thought quite hard about it but kept my mouth shut. There was no point unless I felt really scared.

I could still see my behind on the TV in front of me, still the same as before but I just knew that eventually I was going to see that hole in the lawn except I was filling it. I was being buried like a plant in my back lawn, nothing but my bum and two holes sticking out. Gee what a sight that would be on the TV monitor, I could understand all the digging now. I tried to calm myself, they couldn’t possibly be doing that to me, it was all in my mind, I was imagining it.

Then it got really weird, the TV switched to something else. It took me a moment to get my head around it, I was watching a talk show. It took me a moment to recognise that comedian, Billy Connolly, the big Scottish bloke with the wild hair and all that accent, talking to Michael Parkinson. It must have been a long time ago because they both looked a lot younger. I realised it was a joke of some sort because of who it was. The story was that some guy was bragging in the pub that he had got rid of his wife, killed her and buried her in the back garden. The friend didn’t believe him so he said come on home and I’ll show you. So they go back to his place and there in the back garden is fresh digging and a female bum sticking up out of the ground.

“Why did you leave her bum sticking out?” says the one guy.

“Well I had to have somewhere to put my bike.”

That was the punch line and as he said it the picture flipped back to my back yard and there was my bum sticking up like in the joke. As I watched I saw the bike being wheeled up and the front wheel shoved in between my legs hard into my crack. I could have died. I was a bike stand. The whole thing was about turning me in to that stupid joke. Not only was I totally humiliated, I was a joke as well. After that they turned off the picture and I was left there in the dark.

I could feel the tyre of the bike against my skin but even that sort of faded out after a bit. It was always there and my skin forgot about it, like you forget about clothes, only I didn’t have any of them. I had no idea how time was passing. I guessed the gardener had gone home and I was going to be left like this for the night. What a laugh for those who wanted to watch, I bet they were playing that Billy Connolly joke over and over again with my bum as the finale, complete with bicycle.

I suppose eventually I must have fallen asleep because I woke up with a jump. Something hit me like a whip but it felt cold and strange. Then it did it again. It must have been about the fifth time that I realised that it was the sprinkler. I don’t know why we had it set on this time but at least it told me that it was six in the morning, so I must have slept for a long time. I carried on being watered for half an hour before the machine turned off again. So it was six thirty and I was still part of the garden with a bicycle in my crack for company. I wondered what the day had in store. I think I dozed off a few times; the sprinkler had obviously finished its work so there was nothing to keep me awake. I wondered when the gardener would turn up. It must have been funny when the audience on the TV first saw me buried in the garden and my bum used for a bike rack but surely the effect would be wearing off by now and they would have to think of something else.

I realised that I had no idea when the sun came up, here I was buried in the garden my two holes sitting up ready to have anything anyone wanted done to them and I didn’t even know if the sun was out or if we were expecting rain. I had no idea what time the gardener would come back. I felt sure he would; why would the cable guy spoil the game, he was bound to have some plan to have me back to normal in two days time when hubby got home but until then I was just part of the garden.

He really had me, I was just an object, a toy to be played with, I could be left here all day and another night. The thought of it filled me with horror, at some point I was going to have to pee, in fact soon would be good and worse still I might need to shit. What a mess it would look if there was shit sticking out of this ass in the middle of the lawns. I started to sweat, I could feel myself running hot and cold and it made me want to pee even more. I was going to have to let it go.

Should I try the safeword? Hell, all I wanted to do was pee. Did I want to wreck their whole thing just to pee? It was worse than peeing in public because I had no idea if anyone was watching; maybe I was on TV, maybe they had been taking bets about when I would pee. I could imagine some guy watching and thinking, hey great I win! That made me want to hold it a bit longer.

“Not you sunshine, its not your day I thought”. I guess it was another half hour before I eventually did let it go. I hope it was a nice sight for anyone watching. I squeezed my muscles as hard as I could and made sure it was a real fountain. I could imagine an audience cheering as it spurted out. Part of my mind was still thinking about the night, imagining me as a centre piece in some kind of party, guests wandering around drinking cocktails and taking bets on when I would spurt. I could imagine a cheer

“Hey there she blows, how many feet did it go, who bet on that.”

Of course it was really about seven in the morning and I guess barely light so maybe no-one saw my humiliation at all. Unless they beam these pictures all over the world. There must be a time zone somewhere that got exactly the entertainment they wanted.

I think I fell back to sleep but I was woken up by a sharp slap. Was it the gardener or someone else who had come to see the sight. I felt the bike being moved, that was a relief but at the same time it left me even more exposed. My cunt started to feel wet; I knew it was because I could feel it cool in the breeze. I was expecting to get fucked or used in some way. I really was a slut, a couple of holes sticking up out of the ground ready to be used or played with.

It was my arse that got attention first. Something stuck in it, I had no idea what, and then a feeling of being filled up, really filled up. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, I was being given an enema. After a few minutes he, well I guess it was he, though they could have got a nurse in for all I knew, let it out again and then filled me up some more. I was being washed out.

Whoever was running the show had removed my last piece of control. Even the contents of my bowels belonged to someone else, but looking on the bright side, I had a nice clean hole ready for use. I was obvious that my ass had something in store for it. I didn’t know what was most exciting, having it prepared like this and just used like it was a hole in the ground or knowing that something was going to be done to it later. It made me even wetter, as though my cunt wanted to be part of the action.

When he did fuck me it was a relief, actually it was really nice. I guess it had to be the gardener because he sure was big. It must have got him going, washing me out like that because as soon as that was finished he came into me. Oh I can’t tell you how nice it was to feel that great rod pounding in and out of my wet cunt. I just had to believe it was the gardener, though it could have been anyone or anything, it could have been a machine for all I knew.

No matter what I thought about it my cunt knew what it wanted. I got wetter and wetter. That pole just slid in and out so easily and when I say in I really mean in a long way. I couldn’t move much, being buried like that so it really pounded in as far as it could go and shook my womb with each stroke.

I loved it. I wanted it never to stop. He knew what he was doing, he slammed into me until I was almost coming and then he pulled out and left me feeling like I was hanging in the air. I don’t know what he did after that, just occasionally he would finger my clit and wind me up some more and twice more he fucked me a few strokes. It just made it obvious that I was a toy that could be played with at any time.

After that there was a long wait, I think he spread some more sun oil on me or wiped me down or something but I was just left. The TV was turned off so I was in total blackness apart from my rear end in the fresh air. They started playing soft music inside my box and I think I fell asleep

I don’t know how many hours I slept but suddenly the TV came back on and I could see my holes in full view. The camera panned back a bit so I could see more grass. I was quite a sight this naked bum middle of the lawn surrounded by neatly trimmed grass. He had done a good job, it looked as thought I has been there forever; a part of the garden. It made me feel weird, as though I was going to be part of the lawn from now on. It looked so permanent I thought I might never get out. How long had I been there? My head was starting to get hazy. Had I been buried for one night or two I was starting to panic.

As I watched I saw the Gardener come up behind me.

“Hey you in there, can you hear me. We’re off air, you can say what you like.”

“Yeah,” I said. “I’m still here.”

“Good girl,” he said. “I’m going to feed you some food. It’s just a nutrition shake, but it should keep you going. Don’t worry about your back end, we’ll keep emptying you.”

“Great,” I said. “ So nothing’s up to me.”

“Oh you have choices,” he said.” I need to ask you something.”

“Go ahead, I’ve nothing else to do.”

“Do you mind being fucked?”

“No. In fact it would be nice. Are you going to do me?”

“We thought we might get a party over. What about whipping.”

“Whipping?”

“Your arse looks very inviting.”

“My husband will be home tomorrow, so I thought the deal was no marks.”

“Sure thing. Lets say light whipping or hand spanking.”

“Yeah I guess.”

“Good girl.”

The next thing I saw him put a sign next to me. I couldn’t make out the writing on it, I guessed I would find out soon enough. The gardener disappeared for a while and I was left to contemplate the interesting sight of a female toy sticking up out of the grass.

Before long I saw feet walking by and then some more and then a woman’s legs and shoes. There was a crowd of people gathering round to look at the sight. I felt a few hands groping me. It made me start to sweat. If I was some sort of party attraction, what was going to happen. What if it was people I knew? There was not much chance they could recognise me from what they could see. Gradually the camera zoomed in on the notice and I was able to read the letters.

Free Spank Whip or fuck.

I had no idea who the party people might be or how many of them. One thing for sure they were not going to recognise me. Not long after I heard vague noises of voices.

I soon felt hands working over me, people stroking bits of me, feeling me up, hands underneath me, on top of me, all over every inch that wasn’t buried.

The TV picture went out and I was alone again in the dark. The first fuck came soon afterwards. I quite enjoyed that. I was wet and horny and I needed it. It sounds humiliating having your head and half your body buried in the ground and your rear end in the air, but no-one knows its you. In a way I felt as though I was mooning the crowd without them knowing who I was. I did wonder some of the time whether any of my neighbours might have come along to see what the party was about but I had no way of knowing. It made it all the more humiliating and dirty but it did make me wet.

After a while it would not have mattered whether I was wet or not I was so full of spunk that anything would have been lubricated. They could have stuffed me with whatever they liked and it would have gone in and out without any trouble. I had long ago lost any track of time, I had become a complete object. I was whipped and spanked a little but it was nothing hard. It was a though I was finding out what furniture feels like. If a chair had a mind then I knew what it felt like. I was just an object, a sex toy, I might as well have been a big garden gnome except I don’t think they make them with fuck holes.

It went on and on. I think I preferred the whips to the spanks. When I wanted to be fucked I was spanked or whipped; when I wanted to be whipped I got fucked. I ended up just being a zombie; a heap of flesh that things were happening to. I had no control at all and I had given up any idea that my body would ever belong to me again. I had gone past being a sex slave; I was just an object. The heap of flesh that used to be me belonged to someone else and right now they were whipping it and spanking it and screwing it. Some time that would stop and something else would happen to it. All I could do was wait and find out what.

I could bore you with how long it lasted and every thrust in and out but I had become such a zombie that I could no longer count. It stopped eventually though it took me some time to tell. I could feel spunk or juice or something dripping out of me and my skin was glowing all over but really I had no sensation left. Maybe I passed out, I don’t know, but what happened next woke me up alright.

I was pulled out of the ground. It had to happen sometime I guess unless I was going to be a garden gnome permanently but I had spent so much time buried that I was not ready for it. The Gardener was right, five seconds did it. The frame was plonked on the ground and I was hosed off; streams of really cold water all over me. I guess I must have been covered in mud. The water was a relief of some sort from the after effects of the whips and canes. It made me shiver. I don’t know who was working the hose but they gave my fuck hole a good working over. It must have douched out most of the cum but it was freezing. After that I was just left for a short while. I could just about make out some sounds so there were people around and something was going on, filling in the hole I had come out of maybe, it was impossible to tell.

Finally I felt hands on me and I realised I was being untied. It didn’t make much difference, my limbs were set in the pose I had been buried in. I felt people rubbing me to get my legs moving then they rolled me over and gradually stretched me out. I should have known what was coming. Once my arms and legs had straightened out and I was turned on my back. I felt my legs being pulled apart and then they were tied in place. I was now spread-eagled naked on my own lawn with my head in a box. Some of the men must have got their second wind or whatever you call it because it didn’t take long before I was being screwed in the missionary position, well I don’t know if the missionaries wives were tied down but I expect it happened sometimes.

It warmed me up at least, one male body after another coming on me; cumming in me actually. While all this was going on I felt someone working on the box. This was the scary bit, because any second now the box was coming off and I would find out who was partying on me. I was really nervous in case there were people that I knew.

I never got to find out, as soon as the box opened I was blinded by light, I think they must have shone a torch in my eyes, I’m sure it was dark really and before I could recover any vision they had blindfolded me. That was a relief in a way but its still a weird feeling staked out on your own lawn while people play with your body as a sex toy.

The real reason for the box coming off was quickly obvious; there were women there and they wanted to play as well. It was a complete surprise to find my mouth and nose suddenly enveloped in a female sex. It was a shaved pussy so it took me a moment to realise what it was. She shuffled around a bit and almost completely smothered me. I felt her fingers sliding down through her crack gently parting her lips and putting her hole full on my mouth. I knew what I was supposed to do but I hesitated a moment too long and a whip hit my belly.

My tongue got in there pretty quickly after that. I penetrated as deeply as I could inside her and worked my way forwards to her clit. I could feel her start to respond but the bitch kept whipping me, not hard but enough to keep me at it. I worked as hard as I could and she just whipped me harder. I had to get her to cum. I was already exhausted after being played with and abused for so many hours but I got her off as fast as I could. There was final blow of the whip and then she collapsed on top of me and kissed my mound before she rolled off. I could hear the audience cheering.

There must have been about ten more men and not quite as many women before they were done with me and then they untied me and stood me up. I was still blindfolded and they put a collar and lead on me. My hands were cuffed behind my back and I was led around. I could feel the grass under my feet.

Suddenly it was a bit like being at a normal party, apart from being naked and blindfolded. People talked to me, kissed me, gave me drinks, told me how wonderfully I had performed, said what a great party. It felt crazy, less than an hour ago I was a naked butt buried in the lawn, now I was being treated like a social hostess.

They fed me booze and it didn’t take long before that and the sex caught up with me or maybe it was because I was vertical for the first time in a day but I felt desperately weary.

They were still playing with me as though they owned me, one minute someone would be talking to me and the next they would have their finger in me or have my tit in their hands and play with my nipples. I stopped minding. I stopped even reacting much. This was just how it was. I was a naked slut who would do what she was made to do. My body didn’t belong to me; this was what it was for, being groped, fucked, played with and also appreciated. If it wasn’t a good body and I wasn’t a good slut they would have been disappointed.

I still felt a need to please these people whoever they were. I found myself leaning against people; enjoying the feel of their skin. It was obvious that most of them were naked and I got as much out of rubbing against the women as I did the men. It became fun and I got into it even more and gradually found some energy. I would find someone came up behind me perhaps and kissed my neck and I could feel a cock in my hands where they were cuffed behind my back. I would play with it and I could feel it stiffen and then I might rub it against me or slip it between my legs or maybe turn around quickly and drop down to suck it. I just went on and on flying on a mixture of sex endorphins and alcohol. Of course eventual I was going to get to drunk or be too tired to stand I and I guess they knew that. Eventually I stumbled and someone caught me and let me down gently. I heard a voice.

“Is it ready?”

I think I mumbled, “Please no more,” before I was picked up and suddenly enveloped in water. Deliciously warm bubbling water. But we don’t have a hot tub, I thought. It was unmistakable, we had a hot tub now. What the hell would hubby think? He’d love it, he always said he wanted one, somehow I doubted if I even needed to explain it.

All around me I could hear the sounds of people leaving, people saying goodbye, some even thanking me, some kissing me as they left. Eventually it was quiet and I felt strong arms under my armpits pulling me up. The handcuffs were undone, and the blindfold removed, there was just me and the gardener.

“Well done lady,” he said, “I’m gonna clean everything while you relax and then my schedule says you’re due for one more fuck before I go. Enjoy the water.”

I watched him for half an hour as he made the garden look as good as new and then he was as good as his word.

“Y’all take care now and don’t drown in that thing,” he said as he left.