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Collected by djian
THE KEYS TO THE LOCKSMITH'S HEART - CHAPTER 2/3
by Zawackyj
As I got closer to Donna, I could hear that she was softly moaning. It
was a strange sound, like nothing I'd ever heard her make. Partly
throaty groan, partly wheezing pant, but definitely a sexual sound.
Her soft blue eyes appeared slightly bloodshot whenever she opened
them a little to look at me. The look was far away, her eyes only able
to remain open briefly before rolling back in her head and closing
again. It was both a pitiful look and one that filled me with a
sadistic resolve to make sure I showed her no compassion whatsoever. I
silently circled the large flat rock she sat on, relishing the sight
of her vulnerable nakedness while I rehearsed the bizarre plan in my
mind. From behind, I stared at the beautiful white softness of Donna's
buttocks and the tell-tale hint of redness from the earlier whipping.
The crack of her bum was partially hidden behind her handcuffed
wrists, and the small lump of pale, imitation flesh colored plastic
that was all that could be seen of the ten inch long buttplug that was
stuffed completely up her ass. For somebody who'd always rejected anal
sex, sheepishly telling me her anus was too tiny and fragile to be
penetrated with anything, she sure seemed able to accommodate a lot of
that monstrous plastic cock. It actually was a little
incomprehensible, looking at Donna. She was only 5'4" tall and,
imagining for a second that I had x-ray vision, I figured the tip of
the dildo had to be sitting inside her back passage somewhere above
the small of her back. It must have been excruciatingly painful, yet
Donna seemed delirious with some kind of surreal bliss.
'Do you want me to release you?' I asked, not thinking for a second
that I would as I pretended to search in my pockets for the keys to
the handcuffs. Donna's head lolled on the side for a second before she
nodded slowly. I continued patting my pockets, slowly at first and
then more energetically until I attracted her attention. 'Oh shit!' I
mumbled for effect. Donna seemed oblivious to any problem until I
mentioned that I couldn't find the keys. The look of sudden panic on
her serene face was priceless. 'What do you mean, you can't find
them?' she seemed instantly lucid again, a state which clearly
focussed her senses on the invasive shaft lodged in her behind. Donna
quinted and groaned in a great deal of pain as she struggled to stand.
'Maybe you might have to stay like this!' I laughed at her, delighting
in the way she found nothing funny about my joke. 'That would be a
shame, wouldn't it?' I said, feigning a sad look. Donna became quite
animated, pleading with me to check my pockets again, which I did, but
without finding a thing. 'Wait a second!' I said. Donna looked
suddenly hopeful. 'Damn! Shit! Fuck!' I started cursing, easily
convincing my wife that something was seriously wrong. 'Fuck! I think
I locked my keys in the car...' I watched the blood drain instantly
from Donna's face as the realization of the depth of her troubles sank
in. Tears balled in the corners of her already bloodshot eyes and I
watched one roll silently down her cheek and splash on the softening
pink swollen bud of one of her nipples before dropping to the ground.
'Oh no!' Donna started to make sobbing sounds which nearly forced me
to offer her some comfort, but I remained indifferent. 'It's all your
fault!' I grumbled for a second before smirking again. Donna was
distracted by the comment and stopped sobbing. 'Maybe you need to be
spanked again...' I said, grinning deviously and reinforcing my
meaning by reaching out and pressing two fingers into the crevice of
her pussy. Donna shied away as best she could, but I could feel the
moist heat still radiating from her cunt. 'What are you going to do?'
she whimpered softly, her thighs softly pressing together for a moment
before relaxing to allow my fingers unhindered access to the distended
bubble of her clit which felt fully exposed at the apex of her slit.
'I'm going to give you a proper spanking first, right out here in the
open where everybody can see you,' I said, enjoying the way Donna
started slipping back into her deliriously aroused state. 'I'm going
to spank that naughty ass of yours and then I'm going to fuck your
brains out...right here...where people can see you,' I said, arousing
myself as much as my wife. Donna threw her head back, took a deep
breath, and forced herself away from the obviously stimulating delight
between her legs. 'No,' Donna said, half swallowing her words. 'I mean
about the keys, what are you going to do?'
I felt a pang of annoyance that Donna was able to concentrate on the
business of the keys. It was apparent that the dildo in her ass had
started to give her more pain than pleasure again but still she seemed
to be able to focus on the problem at hand. 'I guess I'll have to
phone a locksmith,' I said, trying not to sound too sulky about
skipping a part of my plan. However, any moodiness on my part was
quickly forgotten when I realized I'd not only left my keys in the
car, deliberately; I'd also stupidly forgotten to bring my mobile
phone into the woods and that it too was locked in the car. 'Shit!' I
cursed again, this time more sincerely. 'I locked my fucking phone in
the car also!'
The walk back to the car took twice as long as the one into the woods.
Donna begged me a couple of times to remove the buttplug from her ass,
but I bluntly refused, again blaming her for everything. I half hoped
that Hank would suddenly drop out of the trees and ambush us on the
way back to the car, but I guess he thought better of ruining my plan,
even though I was starting to feel that it was already finished. The
one saving thing was the sight of Donna's bare ass in front of me, the
muscles of which seemed clenched as if the irritating sensations of if
rubbing in her tender ring made her feel like it might slip out. I
could only imagine that it must have hurt like hell, but maybe Donna's
ring had grown accustomed to it after having it wedged there for over
an hour. I seriously didn't know how I was going to get back into my
car without keys, and I certainly wasn't going to break a window or
anything trying. My wife's impaled buttocks jiggled provocative ahead
of me as we walked slowly back along the leafy track until eventually
we arrived at the edge of the woods just near the car.
'What are you doing?' I asked, giving Donna a grumpy look when she
appeared to not want to follow me all the way back to the car. 'I need
you out here to help me flag down traffic!' I laughed, not mentioning
that the road was a private access to a deserted farm house high up in
the mountains and, in all the years I'd been visiting the spot, I'd
never once seen another car use the road. 'Can't you go to a pay
phone?' Donna sounded like she might start getting hysterical again. I
was about to ridicule her for such a stupid suggestion, but then I
remembered that there was a pay phone about 2 miles back down the road
on the highway. 'Coins!' I said, rifling through my pockets again but
being careful not to reveal the keys to the handcuffs which I'd
actually hidden there. 'Coins! I need coins!' I said, glancing at my
naked, handcuffed wife and then sniggering to myself. Donna suddenly
burst out giggling, seeing the humor in disaterous situation for the
first time. I smiled and moved close to Donna, taking a moment to
sensuously massage her breasts and pinch her nipples until they showed
signs of swelling with firmness again.
'You should go,' Donna whispered. I ignored her sensible suggestion
and instead lead her out into the parking area by her tensely erect
nipples. 'Really...it's a long way,' she said, obviously beginning to
be thrilled by being dragged out into the open near the road, but
still I ignored my wife and instead forced her to stand at the back of
the car. Donna glanced curiously at me as I turned her around to face
the trunk. 'Are you going to be a good girl while I'm gone?' I
whispered very quietly in her ear and gently pushed her between the
shoulder blades until she was bent over face down on the trunk. Donna
sighed and didn't answer and appeared to hold her breath for a second
and gasped softly as I gently rubbed the bulge in my jeans against the
base of the buttplug. 'Yes,' Donna eventually moaned when I slipped a
foot between her ankles and slowly kicked her legs apart. 'You'd
better go,' she panted breathlessly as her legs slipped further and
further apart without any resistance from her. 'Really...' Donna said,
a little more insistantly but without stopping me. 'Go on...you'll be
too tired to walk to the phone if you do that...'
Unfortunately, I had to concede that my wife was right and reluctantly
I stepped back, dropping my hands first to her hips and then to the
shapely, stripe-marked cheeks of her plugged bum. 'You'll remember to
flag down the first car that passes, won't you?' I asked, gently
spreading my wife's impaled buttocks until I could see exactly how
stretched her ring was around the tapered shaft of the buttplug.
'Yes!' Donna groaned, not just to indicate her total reluctance not to
be caught naked and handcuffed, but slightly embarrassed to have me so
closely interested in her stretched anus. 'Is it sore?' I asked,
gently pinching on the plastic base and giving the dildo a little tug,
amused by the way my wife's ring appeared to clench tightly in defence
and hold it more securely. 'Yes...' Donna gasped, suddenly breathless
as the gripping skin of her reddened anus obviously burned with
painful friction. I slowly dropped to my knees and planted my mouth
firmly over my wife's glistening clit and sucked it roughly. The
effect was almost instintaneous and I was sure the vigorous tongue
lashing I gave her must have brought her right to the brink of an
orgasm. 'Please go!' Donna gasped, her naked body already shuddering
violently with the onset of a powerful orgasm. Perhaps she was
starting to catch onto the rules I'd set for orgasms, and I quickly
broke free so as not to break my own rules. 'More of that when I get
back,' I said, gently pulling her upright again. 'Unless...somebody
sees you and beats me to it!' I winked.
It was clear Donna thought I was joking until I pulled the think black
velvet scarf from my pocket. Her expression was still set with a
pleasurable look of delirium, but I think she realized what I was
going to do. 'Please...don't blindfold me as well!' my wife mumbled as
I slipped the scarf over her eyes and knotted it tightly behind her
head. 'What if somebody drives past?' Donna resumed firing anxious
questions at me. 'Who knows?' I shrugged and laughed. 'If I were you,
I'd be more concerned about finding a hiding place!' I said, and with
this, I grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around a few times
and then firmly slapped her clenched buttocks to send her stumbling
blindly towards the woods. Donna's voice was filled with dread as she
begged me to come back, calling my name louder and louder as if she
thought I'd already left her. I quietly unbuckled my belt and slipped
it from around my waist, grinning wildly to myself as I watched my
poor helpless wife highstepping nervously, totally lost in the
darkness of the blindfold.
'Did you really think I'd leave you like this, Donna?' I laughed,
stepping up silently behind to surprise her. 'I'm not that bad!' I
fought back the urge to laugh uncontrollably. 'Here...let me help you
find somewhere safe to hide,' I said, gently grabbing Donna's elbow
and guiding her in an erratic circle through the fringe of the woods
and back out to the edge of the trees near where the car was parked.
'The blindfold stays and, just so you don't get any ideas about trying
to remove it before I get back...'
Donna sounded deeply frightened, begging me not to tug on her cuffed
wrists. 'Here we go,' I said, easing my wife's wrists up high until
she was forced to bend over. I quickly slipped my belt between her
arms and hitched the cuffs to a branch above Donna's head, thus
thinking she'd be effectively held defenseless until Hank finally made
an appearance. I made reassuring noises about how she'd have to be
incredibly unlucky for anybody to see her from the road but, judging
by Donna's grumbling protests, I had the feeling she was already
thinking her luck ran out hours earlier. I grinned to myself as I
glanced up and down the deserted road, looking back at my wife
struggling and twisting and trying to break free of the secure
restraints that held her embarrassingly in full view of the road. The
trick now, I thought, was to somehow run down to the phone and back
before Hank revealed himself and I missed any of the action. Not being
the greatest athlete in the country, I jogged about thirty yards and
then settled into a brisk walk towards the pay phone.
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