No ducks were harmed in the making of this scene
By Elizabeth Swan on
Last week I had a first. I love saying that. In my early domination days there was of course many firsts. But now...not so much. It was a fun week in general, it started with my professor reciting poetry as I had my stiletto pressed firmly against his cock. Then continued with a great double session with Mistress Elita and my collared slave puck. Then there was my beautiful young slave towards the end of the week. Dressing up isn't his thing but I can't resist as he looks so pretty. Particularly when I use my larger strap-on on him whilst making him watch very good TS porn. He likes his limits pushed and boy did I push. But then came the weekend. I have a couple of slaves whose gardens are large enough and private enough that we can get up to all kinds of frolics. There has been the odd mishap. Last year I had an 80 year old tied by his balls between two of his lovely birch trees when the postman drove past in his van. I don't remember seeing that scene in Postman Pat when I was a kid. Being the lady I am I of course did the decent thing...and hid. Anyway I digress. So the gent I spent the weekend with has a lake. And a pool. And a tennis court. That kind of wealth infuriates me so I have made it my mission to make him suffer as much as possible in as many areas of his land as possible. It's all fair game. He has been flogged over various statues, been pinned to his own croquet lawn by his own hoops, tied to gates, held captive in his wine cellar and lastly pissed on in his pool. But the lake was beckoning. And so...Sunday was a beautiful day. The perfect weather to be rowed around by a hooded slave. But how did the poor man know which way to row I hear you cry. Well who needs eyes when they are being guided by nipple clamps attached to rope. Left nipple for left oar and right nipple for right. If I needed him to go forward I yanked on both and back was a sharp electric pain to his cock. Unfortunately I'm not very good at navigating so there was a lot of pain and rowing in circles. Now let me be clear. Electrics and water don't mix so you will be glad to hear no wildlife was harmed during our Enid Blyton style adventure. Next I have my eye on his tennis court. He has one of those wonderful machines that fires balls at an alarming rate. Mmmmm....Elizabeth Swan