It was a very pleasant if unexpected surprise when Lady Trisha ordered me to report to Her country home. To my knowledge, none but Her personal slaves had ever been asked to join Her there. What made the invitation even more puzzling was Her order to refrain from bathing or otherwise cleaning myself up for two days prior to my appointment. As we all know, it is not a slaves place to question his orders so it was with great pleasure (and smelly body) that I presented myself at Her front door on Friday afternoon.
Lady Trisha’s country home was on a large secluded plot of land well off the beaten path. Very few cars would pass her house on the one-lane gravel road that led past Her home to the main highway several miles away. Only the occasional neighbor or lost driver would pass Her home and none would notice or be at all concerned when they passed Her home and saw an unfamiliar car in the driveway. Lady Trisha even thought of this as She ordered me to drive my car around to the back of Her home into a secluded clearing surrounded on three (3) sides by heavy undergrowth. It would take a concerted effort to find my car once it was parked at the back of Her home.
From Her back door, Lady Trisha ordered me to take off all of my clothes and lock them in the trunk of my car and bring the keys to meet Her in the shed some 50 yards from my car. I did as ordered and somewhat gingerly and timidly crossed the open expanse of ground between the clearing and the shed. When I arrived at the shed, I found the door open so I slipped inside. Once inside, I groped around for a light switch by the door. When the light came on, I was amazed to find a fully equipped dungeon including a St. Andrew’s cross on the back wall, a large waist level cage in one corner and what looked like a combination spanking bench and rack along the opposite wall. A video camera sat on a tripod by the door as if waiting for use. A canvas bag sat on the floor beside it.
As my Mistress expects, I immediately knelt in the middle of the room facing the throne adjacent to the door and waited for Her pleasure. My knees had grown very sore and my lower legs had started to lose feeling when Lady Trisha opened the door and entered Her domain some 30 minutes later. Instead of the usual fetish wear, Lady Trisha was dressed in a tight pair of jeans over the fleshy yet perfectly formed cheeks of Her ass, a pullover top that barely covered Her 38DD breasts and what looked like hiking boots covering what were undoubtedly Her perfectly pedicured feet. Lady Trisha didn’t waste any time in ordering me to pick up the camera with tripod and the canvas bag on the floor beside it and follow Her. Without waiting for a response, She spun around and left through the door She had just entered. While stunned, I still had the presence of mind to grab the camera and bag and follow Her through the door.
Once outside of the shed, She turned to the right away from the house. I was confused. Where was She leading me? We took a narrow and somewhat overgrown path through the undergrowth at the back of the shed. It was extremely difficult and painful to keep up with Her as I was carrying the camera and bag and had no shoes or clothes of any type on. It took several minutes of hiking through the undergrowth to arrive at what looked like a large clearing in the woods. It was surrounded on all four sides by heavy undergrowth with small paths leading to and from the clearing from many points disappearing into the undergrowth beyond. As it was mid-spring, the trees were in full bloom providing an impenetrable canopy covering the clearing. In the center of the clearing lay a large dead tree trunk on its side spanning from one side of the clearing to the other.
At this point, Lady Trisha sat Herself down to rest on the trunk and ordered me drop the canvas bag where I stood and to set up the camera and tripod to one side of the clearing away from any of the paths entering or exiting the clearing. Once I had set up the camera and tripod where She had ordered me to, Lady Trisha got up and ordered me to take Her place on the tree trunk. Once I was seated, She opened and emptied the contents of the canvass bag near my feet. Inside was a coarse wool blanket, a plastic milk jug, several lengths of rope, a large funnel with attached hose, some wrist and ankle cuffs, a collar, a large ring gag and a padded blindfold as well as a large plastic container labeled as “lard” and a small plastic tube. I couldn’t read the label on the small tube from where I sat.
While I was surveying the contents of the canvass bag, Lady Trisha said, “Before we get started, slave, I’ve been saving something special for you.” “Get down on the ground on your back,” She continued. I promptly did as She ordered. While I was getting into position, Lady Trisha pulled Her jeans and panties down to Her ankles. She picked up the large funnel with attached hose and dropped the loose end of the hose into my waiting mouth. As soon as than I had closed my mouth around the hose, Lady Trisha held the funnel to Her fountain and started a deliciously warm and steady flow of Her golden liquid. It was all I could do to keep up as fast as She was releasing Her bladder’s contents. Some leaked out around the hose and ran over my face into my ears. The flow continued gulp after gulp after gulp until I thought I could hold no more. It was only then that the steady flow slowed to a trickle and stopped.
It was my mistake in thinking that She was done, however. As soon Her flow stopped, She cleaned Herself off with a tissue from Her jeans pocket and stuffed it into Her toilet’s open mouth. She dropped the funnel on top of me and pulled up Her panties and jeans. As soon as She was once again comfortably dressed, She walked over and picked up the plastic milk jug. As She walked toward me with the plastic milk jug she said, “I bet you thought you were done.” "Well you were wrong as usual," She finished. With this said, She once again picked up the large funnel and made sure that the hose was in place in Her toilet’s mouth. Once all was secure and ready, She opened the plastic milk jug and started pouring its contents into the funnel. As She poured She revealed Her secret saying, “I told you that I had been saving it for you.” The contents of the plastic milk jug turned out to be urine that She had saved for a day or more. Its smell and taste was stronger and riper than urine straight from the source. The longer She saved it the riper it got. This was ripe indeed.
“You know how much I hate using a regular toilet when I have a warm soft toilet like you around,” she continued smiling as She poured out a gallon of collected piss into the funnel. I should say She tried to pour out a gallon of collected piss. Her toilet started to back up letting still more of Her collected piss pour over his face into his ears and the dirt of the clearing below. As the flow continued, I clearly thought how much I liked the way that Lady Trisha marked Her territory. When She saw it leaking out from around my mouth, She poured the rest of the contents over the exposed surfaces of my body. It was suddenly very cold in the clearing.
When She had finished, Lady Trisha ordered me to get up and put on each of the wrist and ankle cuffs as well as the collar. The collar was studded with rings inset on four (4) sides. When I was done, She checked them to make sure that they were secure. After She determined that I was not getting out of the cuffs or collar, she ordered me to lay face down across the tree trunk near the end that elevated somewhat higher than my waist. Once I was in place, She used several lengths of rope along with the wrist and ankle cuffs to secure me in place straddling the tree trunk with my feet several inches off of the ground. My face was on one side of the tree trunk with my ass raised into the air on the other side. Lady Trisha then placed the ring gag in my mouth and the padded blindfold over my eyes. She used a ring at the back to tie the blindfold off to the ring at the back of my collar. She pulled the rope connecting them so tight that my head was forced back into a somewhat awkward position. In this position, my mouth and ass were both three (3) to four (4) feet off of the ground and facing in opposite directions. Lady Trisha then placed the heavy wool blanket on my back covering me from just below the neck to just above the waist with several inches of blanket extending along the tree trunk on either side of my now immobile body.
I could only sense what was going on from this point as I was immobilized and blindfolded. I heard her walk off in the direction of the camera and tripod. She was actually humming as She apparently was positioning and focusing the camera to the get the best angle and views of what She had planned for me. As for me, I was helpless and without a clue as to what She had planned. Shortly, I heard Her move from the direction of the camera to the spot next to me where She had dumped the canvas bag on the ground.
To my recollection, the only items remaining were the plastic container of “lard” and the unknown tube. I heard Her bend down and pick up something. It seemed like I heard Her struggling to put on a pair of plastic gloves which She must have been carrying in Her pocket. After getting the gloves on, I heard the pop of the plastic container lid and felt a liberal amount of “lard” being worked into my ass and asshole. When it seemed like my ass could hold no more, She stepped over the tree trunk and applied a liberal amount on my face and mouth. The taste was not very appealing but I knew better than to spit it out in Her presence. When it seemed like I could hold no more “lard” in either orifice, She stopped.
I heard Her placing the plastic container of “lard” on the tree trunk beside me. I also heard Her unscrewing the cap of the unknown tube I had seen fall to the ground when She dumped the contents of the canvas bag. I felt a little pressure as She squeezed some of the contents onto my ass and asshole. It seemed to sting a little but that was probably due to the stretching of my asshole when She applied the “lard.” After a short period of time, She once again climbed over the tree trunk and squeezed more of the tube’s contents onto my face. It smelled like urine but had an oily feel on my lips. It would take some getting use to the smell but I knew that my Mistress had a reason for this activity and a slave never questions the actions of his Mistress.
When She was done squeezing the contents of the tube, I heard Her walking around the clearing picking up things. She was apparently policing the area and placing everything that was not in use back into the canvas bag. When She was done, She sat on the tree trunk beside me to take a much needed rest. While resting, She decided to let me in on what was going to happen next. With a note of glee in Her voice, She told me that She was about to take Her leave of me. She told me not to worry, however, as She was sure I would not be alone for long. The plastic tube She had squirted onto my asshole and mouth contained a deer lure which was a mixture of deer urine and hormones from a doe (a female deer). She had asked me to avoid taking a shower or otherwise cleaning myself for two (2) days so that the normal scents of man would be gone from my body. She didn’t want anything to scare of Her guests. The camera was set up to record what She was sure was going to be an unforgettable experience for me. Having said that, I felt Her get off of the tree trunk. i heard her footsteps retreating back in the same direction from which we had come until there was nothing but the sounds of nature to entertain me. I was all alone in the wilderness with nothing but my thoughts and nature to keep me comfort. It was very little comfort.
