Warning - this might be a wee bit dark for some. Otherwise, enjoy!
The body on the picnic bench was just that - a body. Sex didn't matter, only that the subject was capable of making noise when needed. Legs spread and hands cuffed to thighs their sex was left open, vulnerable to the whims of gods. Needles glinted in the moonlight, temporary piercings carefully and lovingly decorating the flesh.
A grove of aspen surrounded the bench, and to the end of each major brand I fastened a bungie cord. To a passerby, the tree looked to be decorated in multi-colored streamers.
Threads connected the needles to the bungie cords, a test pull causing stress to my subject on the table. Caressing the body bearing my marks I whispered in it's ear.
"You know", I said,"the weatherman predicted a storm later tonight. Why don't we wait here to see if he was right?"
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MsBetty "3" Purring
- 17 years, 10 days ago