“I’m not so innocent.” Chloe laughs. “Here let me show you something,” The med student rolls down the neck of her turtleneck. She watches as Michelle’s eyes nearly bug out of her head at the reveal of a faded ligature mark around her neck.
“I just think it helps ground me. You know?” she laughs sheepishly, hoping that her friend will share the same sentiment.
“Chloe, you need to stop doing that sort of thing,” Michelle condescends. “It’s what people who have extreme trauma convince themselves they like when in reality they’re kinda messed up.”
Chloe tries not to let Michelle’s comment affect her.
So she forces herself to think about other things and it’s not long before Chloe’s already dreaming up new cruelties to inflict upon her body. More ways to live on the edge sexually.
She prepares for her next dance with her demon.
~~~
Chloe knows she likes being restrained and helpless. One day while she’s sitting in her microbiology class, her final class before a week-long break begins, a particularly naughty idea creeps into her perverted little brain.
Which is why days later Chloe parks her car on a deserted inlet by the woods. Miles away from civilization.
Getting out Chloe hums along while walking around to her trunk, opening it and grabbing a large duffel bag. She disappears into the woods seconds later.
Chloe opens up her duffel bag when she reaches a spot where she’s certain all of the hiking trails were far out of sight for anyone to see her. Her body trembles, she can barely contain her excitement when she spots and then fishes out her two-piece bikini.
Taking one final look to make sure she was isolated, the redhead eagerly strips out of her clothes and into her bikini. Once dressed, she quickly stuffs her old clothes into the bag and makes her way deeper into the forest until she finds a secluded spot she likes with plenty of trees.
Trees are critical for this experiment. It’s quite a naughty experiment and Chloe’s quite intent on seeing it through un-disturbed.
She examines the trees around her before she spots one which she thinks she can work with. She gives the limbs a shake, testing them to see which one is über sturdy. Finally, she chooses one that she’s confident won’t break from excess pressure.
Chloe returns to her duffel bag, humming along while she pulls out a large flannel blanket. She lays it out and then secures it with heavy rocks so it won’t blow away. She finds a cheap pair of sunglasses to put on then she ties a thin white rope around the limb of the tree; she brings the other end with her while she sits on the warm blanket.
Chloe puts a foldable pocket knife into her left hand and then proceeds to turn around while sitting and facing the tree. The ginger checks to make sure her phone is set to voice activation before tying the free end of the rope around her crossed feet.
Now her lower body is slightly suspended off of the ground while her upper body lies starfished on the blanket.
“Set timer for ninety minutes,” she calls out.
“Setting timer for ninety minutes,” SIRI affirms.
Chloe smiles, succumbing to her bondage. She’s helpless, horny, and blissed out of her fucking mind.
Her demon is as quiet as the vacuum of space.
~
Sunburn is a real bitch. Chloe scolds herself mentally while she cuts herself loose.
“Ow ow ow. God dammit,” the med student swears under her breath. She makes it back to her car in one piece but she has to maneuver herself into the driver’s seat carefully.
She figures a nice soothing bath oughta do the trick.
But Chloe can’t help herself. Old habits die hard and once she’s in her bathtub she rakes her fingernails across her body, deliberately agitating her sunburn while her other hand is playing with her pussy.
It’s such a wonderful feeling; Chloe’s body is on fire. It doesn’t take long before Chloe comes hard and fast all over her fingers. Her chest heaves with excitement, no way is she going to stop now. She clambers out of the tub and on shaky wobbly legs makes her way over to her dresser where she retrieves her favorite pair of nipple clamps. The weighted ones with silver balls dangling from them. Without any hesitation the redhead puts them on and then makes her way over to her bed where aside from the occasional break to eat or use the restroom, she spends the remainder of the afternoon and much of the early evening masturbating.
Chloe couldn’t stop.
Chloe didn’t want to stop.
She’s drunk with horniness and delighted to discover how much of a pain slut she is.
~
Chloe comes up with a plan to modify her hiking trips to include this newfound pain kink and combine it with her others.
She travels back into the woods.
Once Chloe’s certain she’s free from prying eyes and in a good spot she goes to work. First, she retrieves a camping peg from her bag and screws it into the soil. Chloe stops to admire her surroundings. The clearing she’s chosen is extremely peaceful. She’s surrounded by birds chirping out pretty little songs. The air is clean and humid. It really is a perfect spot.
She makes a mental note to make this her spot if the experiment goes well.
Once the peg is secure Chloe grabs a spool of fishing line and cuts the amount she wants and then threads it through the open end of the peg. Then she pulls nipple clamps out of her bag. Chloe takes each end of the line and ties them to each clamp so that it’s a pair of clamps connected to a U-shaped wire which is threaded through a peg fastened into the ground.
Moisture pools between Chloe’s legs and she can’t help but smile and feel a swell of pride at the rig she’s created.
Now for the moment of truth.
Chloe stands up. Her body thrums with arousal. Her demon is screaming. She sheds her tank top and her cargo shorts until she’s nude save for her underwear.
If fire ants and insects weren’t a thing she’d go completely nude, but hey, beggars can’t always be choosers.
Chloe giggles. God, this feels so naughty.
Bending over she reaches inside her duffel bag and finds her flannel blanket. Chloe floofs it out. She puts her sunglasses on.
The redhead drops to her knees on the blanket. She runs over the checklist in her mind.
Water bottle – check.
Phone set to voice activation in case I need to call 9-11? – check.
Swiss-Army knife to cut the line? -Check
She leans over to key in the timer on her phone. It’s set for ninety minutes .
Adrenaline courses through her veins as she skims her soft hands over her breasts and teases her nipples into taut peaks. Chloe’s so fucking excited, she’s planned this for weeks and now she’s seconds away from bliss. Without any shame, the ginger attaches the clamps. The sensation is instantaneous and she can feel the intensity in her clit. With her left hand, she reaches for the knife. She tucks it tightly in her palm, and with her right, her finger taps the button on her phone to begin the countdown.
As soon as the timer starts counting down Chloe sits ramrod straight on her knees causing the wire to pull on the clamps which in turn pull Chloe’s nipples. “Aghhh fuck,” she hisses, and her lips quiver. But it’s a hiss of pleasure. She leans even straighter which triggers a soul-shattering orgasm that tears through her body in thunderous waves while her nipples are violently tugged.
Chloe’s loving every second of it. It’s so naughty and cruel and the pain is so deliciously sweet. She closes her eyes and succumbs to the sweet torture. Her center throbs and her come drips down her panties and thighs.
Being so brazen, so exposed, so helpless, and vulnerable is indescribably wonderful. And after a minute Chloe’s mind takes her away, physically she’s there but spiritually she’s soaring above the clouds and the trees like she’s an eagle. It goes on for what feels like forever until a loud ringing brings her back to reality.
Her flowing fiery red hair is caked in sweat and sticking to her temples. Her entire body is coated in a cool sheen of sweat and her tits are wonderfully sore. While Chloe herself has never felt more satisfied and empowered.
What a transcendent and liberating experience she thinks after cutting herself free.
Within minutes her paraphernalia is put up, blanket rolled up, her clothes back on and she’s ready to move out.
The dive home flies by.
Spring and Fall become Chloe’s favorite seasons to do this because the ginger loves how the sun and cool breeze kiss the most sensitive, most intimate parts of her body. Denying herself orgasm while nature tickles her is like an inside joke between the two of them. And it’s one of Chloe’s favorite feelings. By the time she’s twenty-five, she gains tremendous respect for the elements and she suspects they do the same for her.
Sometimes she likes to tie a rope around her waist and tie herself to a tree while she edges herself with a bullet vibrator. Refusing to permit herself an orgasm until the two-hour timer expires.
Sometimes Chloe imagines a gaggle of hot suburban moms on their annual hike stumbling upon her. She likes to fantasize about them threatening to call the police on her for indecent exposure unless she goes down on them.
Chloe wants to be fed their pussies while they slap her around and pass her head back and forth. Using her like a sex-doll until they’ve had enough of her.
She loves submitting.
She’s a sexual deviant and a freak but she’s beginning to not care. She isn’t hurting anyone and what she’s doing is fucking fun and empowering. It’s helped her learn an important lesson: that sex is about listening to your body.
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