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Jane took a deep breath. Everything was ready for her six hour ordeal ? if that was the right word, for she was already damp between the legs at thethought ? and she checked yet again the operation of the electro-magneticallyoperated latches which would release the padded cuffs around her wrists. Ashadow fell across the sunlit patch in which she stood. She turned to see 'Bravo,'the large Alsatian that was her temporary guest. He padded in and sat at herside before raising his handsome, foolish head to look up at her. Continuingwith her last minutes checks, Jane was distracted by the dog nuzzling her bareupper thigh for a moment before standing to sniff curiously at the cleft betweenher buttocks. 'Go away, Bravo!' she said crossly, pushing the animal away withher bare foot. The dog walked over to the pile of sacks he slept on with Towserand lay down on his belly, his long tongue lolling from his jaws, to regardhis temporary Mistress's activities with mild curiosity.
Satisfied at last with her arrangements, Jane glanced around the small stoneouthouse which served as her dog's accommodation. Of Towser, her black Labrador,there was no sign; he was probably away on some mysterious business of hisown. The dogs had been fed earlier, and the huge water bowl he was sharingwhile Bravo was their guest was almost full. Hot as the morning was ? and itpromised to get hotter still ? at least they would not go thirsty in the sixhours their Mistress would be out of action. The thought of thirst remindedher of her own. Picking up a large bottle of fruit-flavoured mineral waterfrom a corner, she drained it in a series of gulps.
She stood for a few moments before raising a hand to sweep a fringe of sweatyhair from her forehead, then glanced down at her naked body, hot and grimyafter the four hours she'd already spent in preparation in the stuffy outhouse.For a moment she debated returning to the house to shower the sweaty dirt fromher skin. With a laugh she discarded the notion and pressed a switch on thewall; then swiftly inserted her leather ball-gag into her mouth. After bucklingit in position securely, in a single flowing motion she flopped down on thethick straw covering the stone floor. She rolled about in it for several momentsin sheer delight at its prickliness on her bare skin before sitting uprightand spreading her legs apart to click shut the padded cuffs around her ankles,firmly clamping them to the steel hasps set in the stone floor. Mindful ofthe minute or so remaining before the timer would switch on the current tothe wrist clamps, she lay on her back and extended her arms above and to theside to wriggle her hands into each cuff against the weak resistance of thespring which barely held it closed. Settling her wrists comfortably, she waitedfor the two faint clicks which would announce that the latches had engaged.
They were only seconds later in coming, and she lay quite still for a momentwith her eyes closed, imaging herself as seen from above ? lying spread outin the form of a Saint Andrew's Cross, her limbs clamped to the ground. Then,as usual, she struggled deliciously with her bonds for several minutes beforesubsiding, panting with exertion, into the straw she lay on.
She lay still for a moment, savouring the feeling of the sweat between herbreasts and in the hollow of her flat stomach, and, above all, the deliciouswetness at the top of her thighs. She sighed and closed her eyes.
A little later she heard the sound of Bravo rising from the bed he shared withher dog. Turning her head, she saw him stretch, then walk out of her limitedfield of view. Seconds later she heard the sound of noisy lapping, and whenthat ended, the soft padding of his paws on the straw as he left the shed.
She closed her eyes again. The usual feeling of anticlimax was afflicting her;she longed to be able to move her arms and wipe the sweat from her grimy face,and the straw under her shoulders and back was now packed uncomfortably hardfrom the pressure of her weight. Already she was bored, longing for the cuffsto open and free her. She thought of a long, cool shower and a cold drink,and uttered a tiny whimper of frustration.
Her usual remedy of turning her thoughts to future bondage sessions failed,this time, to engage her interest. She had been feeling for some time thatsomething was deeply dissatisfying about Self Bondage; the fun was all in thepreparation and the immediate confinement, matched only by the relief of release.If she had a Partner; a (what were they called? Ah, Dominants!) how much morefun it would be, she thought wistfully. No more long preparations; no moreelaborate release mechanisms!
She really must try ? somehow ? to contact a willing accomplice, she thoughtsleepily before dozing off.
She had no idea how long she slept, but she woke to even greater heat and humiditythan before. In the vain hope that she had been unconscious long enough forthe latches to have opened, she struggled to extricate her wrists from theunyielding clamps, only to desist in despair. Her bladder was painfully full,and she cursed the thirst that had led her to drink so much water immediatelybefore confining her self. On previous occasions she had urinated deliberately,enjoying the lack of inhibitions she felt, but those had been when she'd beenmore or less upright. Now, if she opened her bladder ? when she opened herbladder, that abused organ protested! ? she'd be condemned to lie in it, maybefor hours. But she had no other recourse; with a little sob of disgust, sheflooded the straw beneath her thighs and buttocks with her warm urine The copiousflow finally ceased, and she lay back in relief, feeling the liquid dry onher skin where it was exposed to the hot atmosphere. But under her haunchesthe wet straw was already clammy and uncomfortable.
A little later, she found a new cause of discomfort to afflict her. The firstflies of summer had discovered the turds the dogs had deposited outside theirshed, and soon they discovered the helpless Jane. Attracted by her sticky,sweaty body, they began to buzz about her face and settle around the cornersof her eyes and mouth, and she could feel the tickling of their feet as theycrawled about on her the skin of her breasts, belly and thighs. Jane beganto cry, weakly straining at her bonds and turning her head from side to sidein vain attempts to dislodge the flies from her face.
It was Towser who rescued her. She felt a cold, damp nose in her left armpit,then a warm wet, rough tongue licking her hot face. Opening her eyes, she lookedup to see her dog staring down at her with concern, his new friend Bravo inthe background. Towser gave a little yelp of joy at these signs of life fromhis Mistress, and celebrated by licking her face vigorously. The salt in hersweat was evidently much to his taste, for he went on to lick her neck andshoulders before turning his attention to her breasts. Jane felt her nipplesgrow hard and erect under the dog's tongue, and she quivered with excitement.Then she felt Bravo, not to be left out, begin to lick the calf of her rightleg industriously. He, too, found her taste attractive, and his long, roughtongue moved up to her knee, before beginning on her lower thigh. Jane waitedin delighted fear as the Alsatian's tongue moved higher and high, and she gaveout a muffled squeal as it found her genitals. There the dog found the tasteof her vagina irresistible, for he lowered his huge head and snuffled at itfor several seconds before beginning to lick it with increasing enthusiasm.Jane found herself writhing with passion under his attentions; the intensesexual pleasure of his rough tongue on the lips of her vagina made her bitehard into her leather gag to stifle a scream of ecstasy. When she climaxed,straining against the clamps imprisoning her limbs, she did so suddenly andcopiously. Shuddering with reaction, she lay back in her bonds while the twodogs competed to lick up her outflow. Sated, she closed her eyes while thedogs withdrew to drink.
Towser soon returned. Puzzled and worried by his Mistress's silence and herunaccountable refusal to move from her prone position, he lay down protectivelyby her left side, his hairy flank against hers. Minutes later Bravo joinedthem. He lay down on his right side, his long chest and belly pressed againsther side, his heavy head on he right shoulder. Obscurely grateful for theirpresence, Jane closed her eyes and slept.
When she woke the dogs had gone. She had no idea how much time she had spentin sleep, patient and relaxed, she waited for her bonds to be released. Unableto raise her head, capable only of turning it from side to side, she couldn'ttell how long it would be before the timer released her. But it didn't matter;release would come when it came, and nothing she could do could affect that.
She lay there in this pleasant torpor until her natural spirits recovered themselves,helped by her sudden and belated realisation that today was a popular publicholiday. There would be hikers on the moor ? not many, but some ? and she amusedherself with delicious thoughts of being discovered. Closing her eyes, sheconjured up a mental picture of herself as she would appear to such a visitor ? anaked and attractive young woman, pinioned prone and helpless, her body spreadin invitation to all comers to do with as they wished. Or, she thought, asjust such a woman, her naked flesh grimy and damp with sweat and her own urine,the rank odour of dogs clinging to her skin.
But her sexual appetite was sated for the moment, and when she heard the twofaint clicks of the latches opening she lost no time in freeing herself. Afterspending some time brushing the damp straw from her body, she left the shedand walked out into the afternoon, tired and spent, for her long-promised showerand cold drink. But she thought she would really have to find a playmate forthe future.
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