in-the-meadow mf bond anal oral I was with my lover in a meadow. The grass was cool and the ground soft, and I had plans for making love to him. His eyes were shining a bit in that way; I remember the shining, but not the color of them. It is strange what details are missing from my memory. But I remember that I had asked him, weeks before, about domination. We were explorers of ourselves and each other; I was curious what he might like in that way. The idea of being spanked made him feel very serious, like smashing someone up. He said that he would like to be bound. I had been chewing on those thoughts, and my knowledge of him, for some time. The night sky was clear and moonlit. I wanted him. I had some things with me that he hadn't seen yet. I asked him if he liked leather, and he said yes. I can't remember how the agreement was made, but somehow I asked him to let me take him on a trip, and he agreed. I kissed him, and pulled out a soft blanket to spread out over the grass. He lay on the blanket and I sat near him. We were already naked. I reached into my bag and pulled out a long strip of leather. It was around three feet long (about a meter), and a little over an inch (perhaps three centimeters) wide. It was very thin and soft leather of a light brown color, like a fawn. I lay it across his chest as I arranged his hands above his head, wrists crossed. I took the strip and put it into his palms for a moment so he could feel it, and then tied his wrists together. I didn't want to cut off his circulation, so I wrapped the leather strip many times around his wrists, over a broad area. When I tied it, it was firm but not very tight. He could get away if he really tried, but not easily. I pulled out a second leather strip, similar to the first. I crawled down the blanket to his feet and kissed each sole. I lined up his feet so that his anklebones would not touch, and bound his ankles together with the leather. I came and sat by his chest, watching his face and stroking his stomach with my hands. He looked so good to me, bound that way. "I'm going to do some things to you," I said. "But first I want you to do something for me." "Yes..." he said. "By the way," I said, "I am not going to hurt you." I wanted that to be known. I almost added "...much" as an afterthought, because I thought that what I wanted to do might hurt him some, but I didn't want him to think I was going to hurt him after all, so I left it as I had said it. He nodded. I knelt and moved close to his face. I took my left breast in my hand (I was on his left side) and put it to his lips. "Suck my nipple," I said. He reached for my breast with his lips and tongue, and I gave it to him. He began to softly touch me with his tongue and lips. "Harder," I said, "please," and he pulled my breast into his mouth and sucked me until I was satisfied. I was already wet from seeing him aroused, but when he had finished sucking my breast I was much worse off. My cunt felt full and open, but the wetness was a little uncomfortable. "I'm a bit too wet," I said. "Will you lick me off?" He nodded, so I turned to face his feet, put my leg over his chest, and knelt above his face. I leaned over until my hands were on the ground on either side of his hips. He began to lick the outline of my lips and my hair, cleaning me with his tongue. I saw that he was very erect, and his cock was dripping a bit, wetting his belly. I began to lick off his belly where it was wet, and then to clean the tip of his prick with licking. He was licking my pussy, inside my lips now, in long strokes going back to my ass. I bent my arms so that my breasts rested on his stomach and continued to lick his penis and balls. I could have sucked his cock, but I didn't want him to come and wasn't sure how long I could hold him back that way. I knew he had licked me off as well as was possible, but the feeling was good, and I relaxed into it, resting my cheek against his prick. I didn't want to come, and that wasn't really the feeling it gave me to be licked that way. I finally climbed off of him. He was trying to dry his chin and nose on his shoulder, turning his head, so I picked up a corner of the blanket and dried his face for him. I kissed him, knowing he would taste of my cunt, and he did. "Will you roll over," I said, "and get onto your knees?" He had some trouble doing this and I helped him, until he was kneeling on the blanket, knees together, elbows on the ground spread apart, with his head resting on the backs of his hands. I would have preferred his knees to be spread apart, but the way I had tied his ankles would have made that uncomfortable. He looked wonderful, his ass in the air, exposed to me. He shook slightly in anticipation as I moved my palm over his buttocks. I felt such love for him, and such desire, it is hard to express. His breath was heavy through his mouth. I reached into my bad and pulled out a couple of things. The first was a short metal spike, the kind you put through a potato to bake it in the oven. I was kneeling at his side, so he could see it clearly, and I held it up for him. It was sharp at one end. He looked at it in wonderment. I was smiling a bit. The second thing I had was a cucumber. I showed it to him. It was not an exceptionally large cucumber. It was about 7 inches (around 18 centimeters) long. I had picked out one I thought was a little bit larger around than his penis. I held it up next to him for comparison, and it was just slightly wider. (It's hard to judge this in the produce department of a store.) I put the spike and the cucumber on the blanket next to his leg. I knelt behind him and spread his ass cheeks with my hands. His anus muscles tensed, and then relaxed. I leaned over and I began to lick him in small licks. This drew a sound from deep in his throat, and I continued. I pushed my tongue into his ass as far as it would go, but it was not far. I held his hips still with my hands as I wet his anus with my tongue. And then I sat up. I put my index finger into my mouth and wet it carefully. My fingernails were all very short. I pulled my finger from my mouth and pressed it into his ass in one movement, and he groaned loudly. He was still clinging to his sanity. I moved my hand from side to side, pressing against the walls of his ass and loosening him up. He felt very smooth and tight inside. I wished I had a penis and could feel that feeling with it .. but I knew if I had a penis, I wouldn't be there. I pulled my finger back out. I believe he was saying something to me, but I can't remember what. I looked at my finger and it was clean, and I put it back in my mouth, along with my middle finger, and wet them both. Spreading his cheeks again, I slowly reached into him with both fingers, feeling his muscles give way before me. My purpose in this was to loosen him up very well, so that I would not hurt him at any time, and also to make him wet inside. I pulled my hand back far enough to slide a third finger into him, and pressed my fingers in up to the hilt. He was moist inside now, and the fit was very tight, but he was relaxed and I know there is a lot of stretch there. He moaned as I did this, and also made a sound like a harsh grunt now and then. He is very sensitive inside. I pulled my fingers out, and I picked up the cucumber and the spike. I held my hands where he could see them as I pushed the spike into the cucumber horizontally, about an inch from one end. This was to give me something to hold on to and to make the cucumber safe. The cucumber was dry, and I was about to put it into my mouth to wet it, when I got a better idea. "It's a bit dry," I said, and held it to his lips. I wondered how it would make him feel. He didn't tell me or really indicate any reaction (if he had one), but he licked and sucked the cucumber for me until it was wet. I resisted the temptation to push it too far into his mouth. I sat back behind him and I believe I licked his ass again once or twice. "DO it, goddamnit," he said to me, or something like that. I put the end of the cucumber to his ass and I slowly began to push it in. He pushed back towards the cucumber to speed me up, but I didn't let him have it any faster, just kept it going into him slowly as a moan that was almost a low scream came from him. When most of the cucumber was inside of him, I began to pull it out, almost all the way out. I wanted to fuck his brains out with it, but I was restrained, moving slower than I knew he wanted. As I fucked him, still slowly and gently, his moans, screams, whatever they were, became louder and less controlled, and I felt his mind slipping, until he was gone, and pushing back and forth desperately against the cuke as I held it. I got to my knees, still fucking him, faster now, and I knelt on his left side, with my thigh against his, and I held my hand still a moment and pressed my thigh against the back of his leg so that he could not move. And I began to fuck him again, this time with him immobilized, my weight leaning into him, and there was no escape, and I let him have it, increasing my speed until it pushed the limit of what I felt he could take. I leaned over him further and reached with my left arm in front of his leg to take his prick in my hand. I was not facing exactly the same way he was, but towards him at something like a 45 degree angle, with my right hand holding the cucumber that I was pushing into his body. He cried out slightly as I touched his prick, which was quite wet at the tip, dripping a little onto the blanket. I continued to move the cucumber into and out of his body in a steady rhythm, and spread the dripping of his cock around the shaft, and began to stroke him firmly with my hand wrapped around him. I am normally a clutz with this, but I hoped it would not matter. Judging by the sounds he was making, he was gone, all thoughts of control wiped away by what I was doing to him, and it was not long before he shuddered, a long hard series of shudders, and collapsed onto the ground. I took my hand from his prick, and released the cucumber, and slid up to his head, lying down beside him. "No," he said, "please .. don't leave it in ..." He was still breathing in long shudders. I pulled the cucumber out gently and laid it on the grass. I untied his hands and feet and rolled him towards me and held him closely as the night moved slowly towards day.