Leave it to my master to find a way to utilize his hurranical namesake for evil purposes. He decided that a warm rainy day was the perfect time to go for a walk through the woods, in an area that has no trail at all, and is filled with fir trees. He had great fun. He loves walking around bush-whacking with gay abandon. Unfortunately, I found it horrid, even though that made me feel like a total failure. I was wet, filthy, bug-bitten, dirty, and the brush all through there was scratchy and pokey. At some point, I just couldn’t take it anymore and started to cry. The thought of having to make it all the way back home even then just made it all worse, and M. hadn’t a clue why I wasn’t enjoying myself as much as he was, which upset me even more. Fine, make me suffer, but damn it, know what the hell you are doing.

I tossed the leash off and headed back to the house, blazing my own damn trail back home. He followed at this own pace, and when he got home, decided that I needed to stay outside in the wet rain until I got back with the program. If he wants me wet and miserable, that’s they way I’ll be. Fortunately, he decided that my ass was still too bruised for another session with the singletail, as are the fronts of my thighs. He is using me so hard these days that he’s wearing me out.

Including my pussy! I never thought I’d say it, but damn. He fucked me so much and so long today that I can barely stand the thought of him doing it again tonight as he promised.

He tells me that he’s checked all the books, by the way, and that walking in the rain is one hundred percent romantic, hot and fun. Perhaps that should be the poll today.

Do you like walking in the rain?

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