It was the strangest thing to meet up with a man, whom I hadn’t seen for more than a year, and the last time I saw him, he was cuffed half-naked to a fence.

I don’t know how I find myself in these situations. Again … like I wrote in an earlier post … curiosity will definitely kill this cat at some point.

Anyway, I had agreed with a date with the Slave. And I had clearly said to him, that I wanted a date, where he was himself. No slave sides. I wanted to see HIM, and not the slave, because after my date with the cross-eyed pleaser, I knew that I couldn’t handle not to know what was what.

We met in a forest not far away from me and went for a walk. I knew that he was eager to explore his kinks, but I had clearly stated that it was just a walk, but that I DID have something small in mind, but he shouldn’t expect any of the things that he had suggested, which were ideas like being tied to a tree or to the ground, with honey or sirup smudged over him, being peed on or dragged through the forest in a leash.

“Just take it easy. If we have to play with this, I need to be in on it. Don’t push me!” I kept saying/writing to him, and he respected this, but couldn’t quite contain his eagerness.

We met up at the parking lot and he was waiting by his car. Standing, not kneeling, as he otherwise had suggested. The moment I came up to him, he gave me the keys to his cock-cage. Apparently, he couldn’t help himself.

And we went for a walk. And talked. He was actually a very sweet guy. Fun, sympathetic and open about his kink and with the experiences he had since we played the year before. Once he was summoned to a mistress’s house, entered, was given 5 hard smacks in the behind with some kitchen utensil, and sent off on his merry way. This still baffles me, what was the point of that?

I told him, that I was not interested in hurting him. That is not my personality. I even had difficulties humiliating him, but maybe I could learn that. I must confess that I had an ulterior motive, because I felt I need to bitch up. There had to be a reason that I had been exposed to 3 lying men in a row. First the Caretaker, then the Bodyguard and lastly the Croatian guy. I apparently was too gullible, naïve and sweet, and maybe I just needed to toughen up, and a slave could be helpful.

In hindsight … maybe I needed to be in charge of what was happening for once. To do things TO people, instead of being the one, things was done to. This and of course my curiosity.

So, we went around this rather small forest about three or four times. Crossing paths, going in circles and even if the forest is pretty familiar to me, at some point I felt I didn’t quite know where I was. And I was sure that he had no clue, never having been there. That is where I was wrong. Later I learned that he had been working as some kind of forest ranger, so he knew the way back to the cars better than I did. And as such, they apparently are trained to look beyond the trees, or whatever. Noticing what way the trees are leaning, or how moss is growing on them. Dunno.

When I thought I had a reasonable clear opinion of his personality, I led him out to the outskirts of the forest. There I stood awkwardly and tried to flip my personality over. That was tougher than I thought it would be.

He stood there, looking at me with his rather nice eyes, and I could see his expectation and eagerness, so I took a deep breath and said the word “puppy”.

Instantly, he fell to his knees in the tall grass which also was full of stinging nettles. His eyes down and looking to the ground and his hands behind his back.

Maybe it took a second, maybe ten, maybe thirty, I felt it took forever, while I was getting myself together and switch over to the bitchy personality. Another deep breath, and I asked him to kiss my worn-out sneakers. He did.

Then I asked him to take of his clothes. And he did as he was told. Of course, he was wearing the cock-cage, so I grabbed it, and twisted it a bit, trying to ignore his flinching. At some point he had his back at me, bending over, and I noticed something between his butt-cheeks. I asked him about it, and he told me that he wanted to please me by putting up a butt plug. So very nice of him.

That is one of the situations, where you are not quite sure if you say, “thank you”, or just nod. I did the latter and then took a step back and looked him up and down. “What a shame,” I involuntarily uttered, which make him look up at me shortly, before he again lowered his gaze.

And it was. He was a handsome man with a beautiful body. But I wasn’t to use it that way.

So, there he stood. Naked in the tall, nettle-filled grass.

“Don’t expect too much. I said that I didn’t have many plans today,” I said to him, while gathering his clothes. I left the shoes for him and put his phone and car keys in one of them. “Your task today is simple. Just go back to your car naked. Nothing else. This was just to get to know you.”

If he was disappointed, he didn’t show. We had met several other people during our walk, and there was something going on in a clearing, where I think they were making preparations for an outdoor concert. In addition to them, there were dogwalkers, cyclists and just other people out for a walk. I assumed it would be a difficult task to come back to the car unseen.

I ordered him to send me small videos of his progress back to his car, and then I hurried away.

If he thought that I would leave his clothes by his car, as I had done the last time, he would be disappointed, because I took it with me.

I got videos from him, going through bushes and thousands of nettles, seeing his bare thighs getting scratched and blisters starting to form. And I felt sorry for him! I regretted to have put him through this, and just when I was about to turn my car around and leave the clothes by his car, he wrote that he was back. It had taken him less than 15 minutes to get back to his car!

So okay, maybe I am not the most cunning of mistresses. Or … unexpectedly I was.

What I need to tell is that this was about 21st of June. In Denmark the sun does not set before about 23:00 (11 PM) at that time of year. And as he was living in this basement apartment with his friends, he could not come home before it was dark. I hadn’t thought of that …

So, he had to stay in his car the entire day, and this was some time during the afternoon.

It is a looong time to sit naked in a car in small Denmark, where we don’t have that many rural places that are totally desolated. In Denmark you will always meet somebody.  

And he did. He wrote to me that he had parked by some other forest, but there a young couple had seen him. Then he drove to another forest and a hour later or so, he wrote that he probably had chocked an older lady, and then he wrote again a bit later, saying that I probably hadn’t seen this coming, but he had just been pulled over by the police.

I was in chock! Oh my God! What had I done? But then I began to see the amusement in the story. I had humiliated him remote, and with more than I had expected. Way more.

The policemen had pulled him over and asked him why he was naked. They also noticed his cock cage and had asked him, why he was wearing this, so he had to tell that a woman had stolen his clothes and the keys to the cage, but he assumed that he would get it back at some point. And that he had to hide until dark, so that he could return home.

The officers stood a moment, then laughed and said: “Enjoy your game, and don’t offend anyone,” and then left.

I don’t remember when I last laughed so hard as this afternoon, thinking about this poor naked fool, being pulled over by the police. He had to wait until midnight before he could enter the house, and at that time his legs were hurting from nettle-stings and what not.

I never expected that outcome, but damn I found it funny. Still do, actually. 😉

But I wasn’t done with him. I still had his clothes and the keys.

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