Into The Woods

(written by Arin, edited and enhanced by Molly)

The Police Chief from my home town spoke on the phone, trying to use a calm, gentle voice. The kind they always use when delivering bad news. When I heard that tone of voice, I immediately sat down. And in moments, as I heard her news, I knew sitting had been the right thing to do.

"Robin... there's... no... easy way to say this, except that I'm very sorry. This evening, we had a bad storm and the roads were slick. Your parents were driving home and got caught in it." She paused. "Well, they lost control and crashed. I'm sorry to say the crash resulted in a double fatality. Again, I'm truly sorry for your loss."

Just like that, Mom and Dad were gone! When the full reaction set in, my heart ached and I sobbed and sobbed. I felt bereft, and wished I'd visited them more often. At this point I was in my early thirties. I'd been living in another state and had only been back for special occasions and Christmas over the years, and I regretted not making more of an effort. Now I had to take time off from my work and travel home to make the funeral arrangements. Luckily, my parents had pre-planned it all pretty thoroughly, so I just had to sign a few papers, and pick some music and flowers.

After the funeral, I went back to my parent's house, the place that I truly felt was 'home' for me. It was a mixed blessing. It felt good to be surrounded by that familiar environment, but being there also reminded me of Mom and Dad over and over, and I used up plenty of handkerchiefs, soaking them with my tears. Since I was an only child, it was no surprise that when their wills were read, other then a few bequests for some good charities, the rest of their estate went to me, including the house. Fortunately, I was able to switch my job and move back into what I'd always considered my home.

After a while, being in the house now helped me feel closer to them, and the memories that were beginning to surface as I lived there gave me joy more often than sorrow. Some of that might be due to the aroma of Mom's favorite patchouli which was stronger in her closet and her chest of drawers. The smell of wood shavings in the basement made me think more about Dad when he was being the handyman of the house. When straightening things up a bit, I found some old picture albums in a cabinet, and leafing through them helped me reflect on my life. I'd been very fortunate to have such loving, supportive parents, and I thanked them in my heart.

One picture made me pause. My Dad was lifting a sapling tree along with its root ball off the roof of his car as I watched. "Oooo... I remember that day so clearly! Dad was so helpful and encouraging!" Seeing that image brought back a flood of memories, so I sat back on the sofa, and thought about all those years ago. My parents had moved to this house in a quiet, peaceful neighborhood. As a young girl, I loved the woods all around the area. In those days, I'd explore the woods, pretending I was being chased, sometimes by pirates, sometimes by wild animals. I had a vivid imagination, and it resulted in good exercise. One day I thought it would be nice to plant a tree in a clearing so that from that day forward, it would be known as my tree -- my special tree.

I had my allowance back then, but, being impatient, I also took babysitting jobs, mowed lawns and things, and saved up my money. When I had enough, my Dad drove me to buy a tree. The tree nursery had many saplings, and I strolled around until one seemed to call out to me. I bought that sapling, and watched as Dad strapped it carefully onto our car. Then we drove home. This picture was taken by my Mom as Dad was getting my sapling off the roof of his car.

Dad asked, "Do you want me to help you plant your sapling, Robin?"

I answered, "I'd really like this to just be my project, Dad." I lifted the sapling. "See? I can carry it," I assured him.

Smiling he stated, "OK. But if you decide you need my help, just let me know." With that, he and Mom went back into the house.

First I carried the sapling to a pretty meadow I'd chosen, then I went back to get a shovel. Digging the hole was harder than I thought, but finally it was deep enough. I carefully lowered the root ball into it, and covered it with the dirt from the hole. I had to lug a few pails of water to wet the roots, and give it a healthy start until the rains could take over. Over the next several years it drew straight and tall. I love visiting the meadow and seeing my tree -- this was my secret place. But as will happen, as I grew up, I found less and less time to visit my tree. And when I got my job, I had to move to another state for it. And I seldom thought of my special tree after that. Until now. Closing the photo album, I looked out at my back yard and wondered about my tree. I hadn't seen it in years, and was curious about what had happened to it. Was it even still alive?

I had to look. I started toward the back forest and realized just how much things had changed. Now, everything looked so much bigger and different from when I was younger. The trees were taller and thicker and the forest floor was covered in leaves and branches. Inhaling the scent of green growing things mixed with the earthy perfumes of nearby wildflowers, I strolled ahead.

As I walked, though, I discovered a sort of path among the trees. "It's somewhat overgrown, but this has to be the secret path I made to my tree in the clearing," I said to myself. Picking my way along, I managed to follow it. Suddenly I found my tree in the clearing. "Funny," I mused. "It seemed so far into the woods when I was younger, but its really not that far at all." But I was happy I'd found it again. It was just closer to the house than I remembered.

But the ground near it was littered with branches, so my first order of business was to clear them away so I could get a better look at it. That took a little time, but finally I felt I'd cleared enough space, so now I could turn my full attention to my tree. Standing back and staring up, I realized my little sapling was now a full grown tree! It's trunk was at least 12 inches thick and it stood there, tall and healthy looking, which made me proud.

But as I drew nearer and began circling it, I noticed a metal ring about three feet from the ground, I touched it and learned that it was secured into the trunk and by the looks of it hadn't been there very long. Angrily, I thought "Why has someone done this to my tree?" But what I found next really had me shocked. As I looked more closely at my tree, I slowly circled its base. "What the hell?" I thought, really shocked to find that on the other side, a low branch coming out had been unnaturally changed! Someone had gone to great length to modify that branch. It was about two inches in diameter and maybe eight inches long with an upward bend.

But what was even more shocking was the fact that it'd been carved to look like a real penis! It even had a crown and it's bark was removed and its surface sanded smooth. To prevent it from rotting, it appeared that it'd been coated with some clear substance like varnish or shellac! I was in total shock but I also had to admit that I was fascinated. Making sure I was alone by looking around and listening carefully for the sight or sound of anyone nearby, I moved closer. Shyly, I reached out and my hand felt the branch.

It was warm, perhaps from the sunshine or warm breezes. My fingers moved over the crown and I gasped as I found that its tip even had a little opening at the end. Such realism was amazing. Overall, it was a nice size. As my cheeks flushed red at the way in which I was instinctively fondling it, a perverse, kinky thought occurred to me. "I wonder what it would feel like inside me?" I whispered to myself.

Looking around again, and seeing and hearing no one but a few twittering birds up above, plus the gentle breeze making the leaves rustle softly, I decided to strip off for this adventure. I dropped my shorts and removed my top. I didn't wear any panties or bra since I lived alone and lacking undergarments was my little secret when I went out shopping or into town. Feeling very naughty at being fully naked outdoors, I rubbed my pussy a bit to moisten it. I tried to mount the tree branch but it was just a bit too high for me. Frustrated, I looked around. Nearby, I noticed a stone not far from the base of the tree. Dislodging it released a wonderful earthy smell of the loam. It took me less than a minute to move the stone into position near the branch.

I stood on the stone and lifted myself up, cautiously adjusting the position of my hips until I felt the branch tip touching my pussy lips. I wriggled a bit until I blindly managed to get the tip of the branch to part my pussy lips and nudge my intimate hole. Taking a deep calming breath, I slowly lowered myself onto the branch and hugged my tree. My hands wrapped around the tree trunk and grabbed the ring on the other side of it for support. I felt the branch slide deep in me, which felt good, but it wasn't quite deep enough. Impulsively, I pushed the stone sideways far enough to let my feet dangle freely. The branch slid deeper inside me, fitting me nicely. It was almost as if this extension of my tree had magically grown to be a wonderful toy to perfectly penetrate, stretch and fill me.

I began humping the branch, using my hands and arms to grip the tree trunk and raise and lower my torso as best I could. I was thoroughly enjoying my perverse little adventure, but realized that the sun was now much lower in the sky. The air was cooling down and chilling me as it evaporated the sweat from my skin, so I decided to return home. Much to my horror, with the stone moved out from under my feet, I couldn't raise myself off the pussy invader. Try as I might, I was trapped, helpless and naked outside here in the forest, pinned to my tree.

Using my very tiptoes, I worked and worked to try to grip the stone with them and drag it closer. Straining, I was gripping the tree's trunk tightly, my breasts pressed against its smooth bark. The effort also caused me to move up and down on the branch as I grunted and moaned, my muscles contracting and relaxing throughout my body and especially my extremities. Almost like an electric shock generated by my humiliating predicament and frantic squirming, I suddenly experienced the strongest orgasm I'd ever had! Involuntarily, my hands slipped down the trunk, sliding around it to hug the tree even tighter. On its other side, my hands found and grabbed the ring as I almost fainted from the sensory overload. Almost subconsciously, I held the ring even tighter.

Mentally, I was lost in my own world of a foggy sort of bliss that radiated from my contacts with the tree. After what was probably a few minutes, my orgasmic aftershocks ebbed, and the actual world slowly came back into focus. I was still hugging the tree and holding the ring for support. That now made me wonder if that was the reason for the placement of the ring. "Is someone else using my tree like this?" I asked myself in my head. "After all, someone had to have shaped this branch like this."

With the stone finally in place, I leveraged my pussy up enough to free myself. I got down, staggering a bit on wobbly legs, dressed as quickly as my quivering body would allow, and headed back to my house. For the next two days I thought about the tree and what had happened. "Someone had put that ring there, but was that the reason why?" I mumbled. "And who had shaped that branch in that manner? It was such a perverse and kinky thing to do! I'm not too sure I'm happy that my tree was altered in such a depraved manner by some stranger."

I became more focused on thoughts about my tree. I would find myself looking out my back window at the woods in the direction of that meadow a lot more often, wondering if anyone was out there. One day I thought I caught a glimpse of someone out back, moving in the woods. Curious, I tried to follow at a distance, moving as quietly as I could until I neared my tree. Carefully looking around, I found no one there. All was quiet except for the wind through the leaves of the trees, as if they were softly sighing.

I walked to my tree and placed my hand on its special branch. This carefully shaped branch was now the item of my fantasy. I explored this wondrous fuck toy, feeling its length and smoothness. I couldn't hold back. "What the heck," I thought, as once again I stripped off my clothes and carefully mounted my new toy. "Ohhh, fantastic... you feel so big and deep," I softly moaned. Closing my eyes to focus on my pussy, I went into my lewd, sensual world, in gratitude hugging my new lover tight.

I'd cautiously left the stone in a better location. After a bit of time, I was standing on my toes, slowly moving my hips up and down, fucking myself on my lovely toy. Suddenly, I either heard a sound or felt a disturbance of the air against my skin. I opened my eyes to see an Asian woman looking at me from not more than a foot away. I was immediately captivated by the fact that she was very beautiful and exotic.

"So you're the one who's been using my personal toy!" she stated softly, sounding somewhat amused. Smiling, she moved even closer. Because I was close to orgasm I wasn't fully aware that she'd grabbed my hand. My pussy demanded my attention at that point as I rushed toward a lovely climax. As if in a hazy dream, I felt the handcuff close on my wrist but didn't realize what it was. The other wrist soon received the same treatment, and now my mind demanded that I pay attention to my hands!

I instinctively tried to pull my hands back, but the cuffs were placed through the ring on the other side of the tree! I was truly trapped. My arms were pulled down at an angle and I could no longer grip the tree trunk. This left me very little slack to move my body. The woman moved close behind me, grabbed my breasts and rolled my nipples sensuously until I was humming deep in my throat and getting very excited at feeling a stranger's hands playing with my tits.

She leaned close to my ear and whispered, "How pretty you are. I can imagine how much fun we're going to have." Her long nails raked gently across my breasts, adding a unique thrill to her contact, which made me finally cum, vocalizing my release. I was shaking hard as she pressed me against the tree bark.

Since I was completely distracted by my cumming, she was able to release one of my wrists, pull my arms behind me, and quickly handcuff them behind my back. My legs were still quivering weakly as I tried to lift myself free from the branch, unable now to use my hands. The woman wrapped one of her arms around my torso as her other hand grasped one of my butt cheeks. With apparently only a little effort, she lifted me up off the branch and back away from the tree itself. Setting me on my unsteady feet, she grabbed my hair.

My hair acted as a sort of leash, forcing me to follow her. She started to walk us through the woods, leaving my clothes behind. I was scared but also excited. Being grabbed like this fed one of my best secret fantasies... that of being a helpless damsel. I realized she was taking me to the house a little way down the road. We entered the back of that house by a cellar door. It was dark in there and a little spooky. The woman opened a second door, leading me into a second room that was at least dimly lit by some grimy windows. There was a wooden chair in the room. It looked ancient, reminding me of an old style school chair with arms and a sturdy back.

Forcing me to sit on it, she secured my ankles to its front legs, and my knees to the upright parts of the arm supports. Next came a rope noose around my neck, tied off to the back of the chair. Then she reached between my back and the chair and removed the handcuffs. But before I could react, she tied my right arm to the chair arm. At that point there wasn't much I could do, so I didn't resist as she tied my left arm to its chair arm. I was really secured, very vulnerable, and completely helpless. Even though this was sort of like one of my fantasies come true, I have to admit I was scared by this point, tied up in some stranger's cellar. My heart was beating fast, butterflies were fluttering in my tummy, and I even think I could smell my fear.

This strange, lovely woman then knelt in front of the chair and played with my breasts and nipples. In no time at all, my nipples grew hard as I was moaning loudly and inhaling the scent of my pussy as it rapidly got wet. Strangely, she then measured my nipples with a ruler. She seemed to be determining their length and diameter. Leaving me tied in the chair, she began to leave the room but stepped back quickly. Smiling, she told me, "Just for the record, girl, you have very nice nipples." Then she actually left. I sat there, looking down at my naked chest, and hoped she wasn't going to do something nasty to my breasts. I'd never before experienced aroused fear -- it was a weird feeling.

In a short while, she came back with a small tray on which there were two metal caps and a little tube of something. The metal caps looked a little like thimbles, but without the holes. She worked one of my nipples again to make certain it was fully engorged. Moments later, she slipped a metal cap over it. The metal cap was snug and fit perfectly, covering the nipple completely. So I now knew why she'd measured them so carefully. She placed the tip of the small tube at the top edge of the metal cap where my nipple went into it and squeezed gently. I was looking down at this process, watching as I felt the liquid run around the base of my nipple between it and the edge of the cap. It also felt like some of the liquid had flowed into the cap, between it and the flesh of my nipple. Then she distracted my attention by playing with my other nipple. But once it was fully engorged, it also received a metal cap and a tiny squirt of the liquid. Now both of my nipples were standing out and had metal tips covering them.

She smiled and finally broke the silence in the room. "Those caps are now glued on. The glue is pretty powerful, so it will take a long time before they can come off."

At first I was shocked, at least that was my first reaction. But as I looked at the gleaming metal tips at the front of my breasts I found the look to be kinky and sexy. I actually looked her in her eyes and blurted out, "Thank you." I admit it was a bit weird to be thanking someone that had dragged me by my hair, naked, through the woods and into this cellar, then tied me to this chair and taken such liberties with my body. But the scent and flow of the fluids from my pussy signaled how arousing I'd found this treatment to be. She hadn't harmed my breasts, so much of my fear was fading.

She left me there, stating as she went out of the room, "I want to make sure that the glue has time to dry completely. Be a good girl and hold still as much as you can. Especially try to keep your tits from wobbling. I'll be back soon." I suspected that she may have used something like crazy glue since it seemed to bond well with my skin. After she was gone there wasn't much I could do while tied so firmly to that wooden chair. All I could do was look around the dim room, and also look down at the silvery caps that were making my nipples stand out. My heart sped up as the thought occurred to me that a curious neighbor could possibly peer in through the grimy windows and see me tied naked to this chair! I blushed, imagining it, and felt my pussy muscles churning as if voting 'yes' about me being seen in this humiliating situation!

When the oriental woman came back, I could tell she'd retrieved my clothes from near my tree. She set the clothes on a nearby table. "Now I want you to look here, girl," she stated. She showed me that she had pictures of me naked and fucking myself on that tree branch! There was no mistaking it was me, and I was obviously lewdly enjoying my kinky actions. One picture caught a moment when I was in the throes of orgasm, and my pussy was wetting the base of the 'cock' tree branch. "Now, girl... don't make a fuss about anything or these pictures will be made public. I even have more from a hidden trail camera near the tree. It not only told me you were there today, it also captured images of you undressing and voluntarily climbing onto that naughty branch," she informed me.

She looked at her watch. "OK, that glue should be dry by now. Let's test it." My eyes probably bulged as I felt her fingers slip through my pussy lips and began exploring my vaginal tunnel. Those fingers expertly located that very sensitive tissue on the front wall of my tunnel, just deep to my clit area. She began finger fucking me there, making me moan involuntarily. As she was caressing my clit base from the inside, she wet a finger from her other hand in my copious pussy juices and started teasing my now fully alert clit along its shaft and tiny head. My moan quickly became garbled sounds of heightened arousal!

She had locked eyes with mine, watching my facial reaction. My toes started curling as my arm and leg muscles all contracted against the unyielding ropes. Somehow all those straining muscle contractions delayed my impending orgasm for a brief time. And since the release of orgasm was delayed, the power of the orgasm increased in proportion. When the pressure of it built to the point where I finally couldn't contain it a moment longer, it felt like I exploded as I came. My eyes lost focus on her face, and I swear I saw colored lights as the climax ripped through my body. My pussy clenched on her still moving fingers as she continued caressing my intimate flesh until I finally slumped in the restraints, barely conscious, but awash in an elated state!

She took advantage of my altered sensations to remove the noose, unbind my arms from the chair, and ease my torso far enough forward to get my arms behind my back. Again she handcuffed my wrists together back there. Then she took her time to leisurely free my knees and legs from the chair. I wasn't resisting at all, since I felt a little like a rag doll. She patiently waited until my eyes appeared to come back to normal, and I managed to utter, "Wow! That was fantastic! I've never felt anything like that before! It seems so inadequate to just say thank you... but... thank you!"

She grinned, starting to remove her own clothes, saying, "Now we'll see if you're grateful enough to reciprocate. It's my turn on the chair. Let me help you off of it, and onto your knees in front of it." She assisted me to slide off the chair and forward onto my knees, and helped me shuffle around to face the chair. Then she sat into the chair, not commenting on the puddle I'd left as I got up, but I blushed hotly with embarrassment. She scooted her ass forward and spread her legs wide apart, until her exposed pussy was almost dangling off the front of the chair. "I've restrained your hands, girl, so you'll have to use your tongue and lips to try to get me off."

By this point I was alert enough to understand what she expected. And I was eager to see if I could make this lovely woman cum. So I shuffled a little closer on my knees until her pussy filled my field of view. Her fragrance wafted into my nostrils... a unique, exotic scent. I inhaled deeply, savoring it as my eyes gazed at her pussy lips being presented so shamelessly to my eyes. Leaning a little closer, my face reported the heat emanating from her smooth skin as I extended my tongue and slowly licked her outer pussy lips in succession from their bases up to where they joined, covering the slightly raised mound that suggested the location of her clit. The taste of these licks was primarily salty with her sweat.

Now I used my slightly stiffer tongue to plow into the furrow between her outer lips, pressing them sideways to expose her very moist inner lips. Her exotic scent was so tantalizing, stronger now that her inner lips were revealed. I began lapping at them, tasting her flavor. It was indescribable, but I found it delicious, so I licked and stimulated her glands to give me more. I was pleased to hear her purring with delight, and felt her hand softly stroking my hair. I moved my lips closer still until they were in contact, encircling most of her inner lips. Then I burrowed my tongue through my open mouth until I found the entrance to her honey pot. Plunging my stiffened tongue in and out, I started tongue-fucking her, and her resultant moan of delight was music to my ears.

"Here, let me help a little," she whispered. She brought her hands down to use her index fingers to pry her pussy lips wide apart and hold them open for my cunnilingus. Obligingly, I used my lips to seal the area from her pee hole to her vaginal opening and starting eating her out in earnest. I tapped her sensitive pee hole with a gentle tongue tip, and then speared her honey pot with as much of the length of my tongue as I could, applying suction to pull up her fluids. I got a nice mouthful, that I swallowed.

Up to that point, her clit deliberately hadn't received any special attention, but I felt she was ready for it now. With pursed lips I circled the head of her clit where it now peeked out from its hood. Pressing slowly forward, my lips managed to peel the rest of her hood back until I had the head and shaft in my lips. I had no idea how sensitive that tiny, engorged rod of flesh might be for her, so I started suckling very gently indeed. Soon, I became aware of her thighs trembling as I heard her exclaim, "Yes! Ohhhh... yes! Like that!" Her breathing sped up almost like she was panting.

As I suckled a little more firmly, I let the very tip of my tongue make the tiniest contact with the head of her clit and heard her practically scream something in a language I didn't recognize. Her hands went to the back of my head to hold me in that exact place as her body began to shake. Not much time elapsed before she came with a loud, drawn out keening sound from deep in her throat and my chin and neck were drenched with her fragrant cum juices. Her hands left my head, probably to grip the arms on the chair, so I shifted my mouth down to her pussy so I could suck at her gift and drink her very tasty fluids. As the flow lessened, I dug in with my tongue to try to scoop every drop I could into my greedy mouth.

With my hands still restrained, I cleaned what I could off my chin with my searching tongue, sitting back on my haunches as the woman sighed and settled back into the chair. I smiled as I saw a starry-eyed look on her face as she shivered gently, experiencing her orgasmic aftershocks. It made me happy that I'd been able to deliver such bliss with just my mouth. And that made me wonder if this kinky woman might be someone that could help me fulfill some of my crazy fantasies. After all, she'd referred to that branch as her personal toy. That made me think that she must've shaped, carved, smoothed and preserved that branch to look like a cock. And it implied that she also used it as a fuck toy. I waited quietly, wanting her to break this comfortable silence when she was ready.

She finally focused her twinkling eyes on me. Licking her lips to moisten them, she addressed me. "I must say, that interaction was unexpectedly delightful, girl. You accepted everything so fantastically well -- no hesitation at all. Can you tell me why?"

I must've flushed scarlet with embarrassment, but something about her tone of voice and her mannerisms made me feel I could trust her. So, swallowing hard, and trying not to let my voice crack with nervousness, I answered, "Well, Miss, I have a lot of kinky fantasies, and having you discover me like that and restrain me seemed to be making a favorite one come true. You took charge so smoothly and confidently, and played with my body so knowledgeably, and made me cum so hard... it was all so wonderful!"

"And what about when I turned the tables on you, girl, and made you service me?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity.

I smiled brightly. "That was very delightful, Miss! It was a challenge, not being able to use my hands. But I really enjoyed the privilege of dining on your pussy, and your scent and taste, especially when you came on my face and neck. I enjoyed sucking your cum juices from your pussy, and I was glad to drink all I could, Miss." Shyly, I added, "And it certainly didn't hurt that you're such a beautiful woman, if I may say so, Miss."

She chuckled. "I guess you can stop calling me Miss, girl. My name is Zhang Eu-Meh. In case you don't understand our naming system, Zhang is what you would call my family name. And my first name is Eu-Meh, which roughly translates to 'Especially Beautiful' so I am glad that you think I'm living up to my name. If you wanted to be formal, you might address me as Madame Zhang. However, I rather enjoy being addressed as Eu-Meh, so you may call me that, if it pleases you."

"Thank you very much, Eu-Meh. My name is Robin Sanders."

"And you live nearby, Robin?"

"Yes, just a few houses down the road. And, by the way, I planted that tree where you found me today. I planted it all by myself when I was much younger, and have always regarded it as my special tree. But I had to move away for work, and only returned when my parents passed away, so I'd not seen my tree for years. I was first surprised to see that metal ring on it, and then even more shocked at that specially shaped branch."

"I'm sorry about the loss of your parents, Robin. But I see you understood the reason for the branch's special shape."

I laughed. "I sure did. You're quite the artist. It felt like the real thing but in many ways better. I doubt we need to worry about it going limp."

She giggled. "I see you used the word 'we' in talking about using that branch. That sounds like you don't mind us sharing your tree." I nodded enthusiastically. "So you want more kinky play with me, Robin?"

"Yes please, Eu-Meh. I crave these sorts of things, since they're satisfying my fantasies. As I said, I loved how you took charge."

"Robin, would you like to try being my submissive then? It means that you and I would work out your hard limits -- things you would never want to do, and decide on a safeword you could use if anything I'm doing makes you so uncomfortable that you want me to stop. And other than that, you'd obey me without question, submitting to my whims. A submissive serves by choice, so you could actually stop and walk away from our relationship any time you wish."

"Since I work from home, and live nearby, that sounds wonderful, Madame Zhang. May I please try being your submissive?"

She smiled. "Then let us seal the deal. You're still wearing my handcuffs, and you've already tasted my pussy. So display your submission by leaning over and kissing my breasts, then kneel way down and kiss my feet."

I was thrilled to obey, and kissed as much of her breast surface as my lips could find, finishing with her areolae and nipples. I wanted to suckle those, but she'd just said to 'kiss' so that's all I did. Then I stepped back, and unable to use my arms, awkwardly got down onto my knees. My own breasts nudged my knees as I leaned down to bring my lips to her feet. It was quite embarrassing being told to get into this humiliating position, but I was learning that such humiliation acts as a turn-on for me. Therefore, I found that kneeling before her like this actually excited me so much that I covered her feet with fervent kisses.

She laughed and reached down to grasp my shoulders and assist me onto my feet again. She pressed her nude body warmly against mine, saying, "You've convinced me, Robin. I accept your submission." She turned me around and removed the handcuffs. "Get dressed now." As I dressed, so did she. Once dressed, I was shocked to see the metal caps on my nipples stood out forward against my shirt like two points. There was no mistaking that they presented my breasts and nipples in a most provocative way. I learned over the next few days that they didn't reduce in prominence, always poking out. I had to be very careful how I dressed, but I was also titillated when people stared.

Madame Zhang introduced me to a world I never knew truly existed and made several of my fantasies become reality in a safe way. I love her dearly now. In fact, I often ask her to put more glue in the nipple caps so I could show her my devotion to her.

She loves to take me shopping and I can only wear a T-shirt or some other clinging top to embarrass me. About three months ago she presented me with an eternity collar that I wear 24/7, proud to display this sign of my submission and devotion to her.

If I'm a good girl -- which is often - she brings me to my tree. It doesn't matter if we're coming from my house or hers because in either case I'm naked and she's pulling me by my hair. I don't know if anyone else has noticed, but no one has complained. And I'm thrilled to be pulled naked through the woods by Eu-Meh. Once we're at the tree, she allows me to have time to fuck my tree, and records it for us to watch later. I also might wet the branch cock with my mouth, and help her mount it. As she fucks herself on my tree, she has me play with her tits and clit to assist her to an orgasm, and sometimes several of them. I have been warming her bed and satisfying her for most of our nights with my mouth, or fingers, or any toy that she hands me. I know when I'm doing a good job because she starts vocalizing in Japanese as she cums, and that always makes me smile.