Not so long ago (but for a year or two), I was seeing a woman who was married but loved the thrill of having an affair. Believe it or not, I wasn’t overjoyed with the situation but really loved her wicked sense of humour. On the other hand, she had a wicked temper as well and could be very demanding. She would ring me at the office and say she was hot and waiting and I would leave my desk and head around. When I couldn’t just drop everything, she would get very huffy and inevitably find a way to make me pay.
One evening – it was in the October – we had arranged to meet and were going to a restaurant. Earlier that same day she had wanted me to go around and I hadn’t been able, so I knew she was in a mood the moment she got into my car. We drove to the restaurant and by the time we’d eaten, her temper seemed to have disappeared, replaced with smiles and a more amenable nature.
She suggested that instead of going back to mine, we drive out to the woods instead. Of course I was all up for that, I love the risk of doing it outdoors, though I’d be mortified to be caught…Still, there wasn’t much chance of getting caught where we were going, just a bunch of trees and muddy tracks.
We parked up and leant across to each other. I could feel her becoming excited and let’s face it, I’d been throbbing since before leaving the restaurant. We stripped each other off and I was truly aching but then she stopped, a wicked smile spreading across her wicked face.
‘I dare you to step out of the car’, she said, knowing full well I find sexy dares the most exciting way to play. ‘…and I’ll do what you love most’.
‘Get lost’, I said, ‘its wet, cold and muddy out there’…but I could already feel the additional throb down below at the prospect, and she did what I loved most, very well.
She dared me again adding that if I didn’t do the dare, she would get dressed and I would have to take her home. I was out of that car in a flash.
It was quite cold and very muddy. It oozed through my toes and over the tops of my feet as they sunk into the soft ground. My cock was almost bursting and, dare complete, I reached for the car door… just not fast enough. She slammed it shut and rammed down the lock whilst I stood outside, naked and pale white in the darkness.
She climbed across into the drivers seat and smiled out at me standing in the mud. Then she turned the interior light on and proceeded to get dressed slowly. She ignored my protestations and left me standing there shivering until she was fully dressed, then she let the window down just enough so I could hear her.
‘I told you to come round this afternoon and you let me down’, she said, a little smile playing on her lips. ‘I was feeling hot then but I’m not now so I’m going to leave you feeling as let down as I felt’.
And with that, she started my car, flicked it into Drive and proceeded to drive off down the track. I was left in total darkness, at least three miles from civilisation and even more from my home; naked, cold and with a rapidly wilting cock. I felt an utter arse and just stood there, not knowing what to do, watching the tail-lights on my car get farther and farther away until they disappeared altogether.
A part of me knew she would only go so far before turning around and picking me up but another part of me knew she was very capable of just leaving me to make my own way home. I just didn’t know.
I waited for a minute, for two, for five. Nothing. Not a sound. I began stepping around, trying to generate some blood circulation but all I succeeded in doing was slipping and landing arse down in the mud. I had to put my hands down to lift myself up and by the time I got back on my feet, I was covered in mud up to my waist and both arms to the elbow. I managed to stagger, slip and trip about a hundred yards along the track before I heard a vehicle approaching but I wasn’t sure it was mine. My car had a large engine and distinctive sound and the one coming towards me just didn’t seem the same. I didn’t know whether to stand in the middle of the track or dive for cover. I chose to dive.
The car came closer and I still couldn’t tell. Only when it was right next to me could I make out it was, in fact, my car but it went past me, heading to the spot I had been abandoned at before I could get up and be noticed. I had to hobble-run back up the track, my feet splitting on loose stone and sliding on the mud. I caught up eventually and the bitch woman turned the car until the headlights picked me out. I was completely covered in mud and bits of twig and had a large stinging nettle wrapped around my cock. I never even felt that, my cock was so numb! My girlfriend did look a bit shocked. I think she’d expected me to stand still and be in the same spot where she’d left me.
Believe it or not, that wasn’t the end of my ‘punishment’. Apart from my clothes (a business suit and shirt), there were no rags or cloths I could use to wipe myself down and because I was in such a state the bitch was getting really worried I would do the same to her so she still refused to unlock the car but popped open the boot and so it was I found myself being driven, naked, covered in mud, in the boot of my own car, all the way back into civilisation to where she had parked her car and we had met earlier. Then she jumped out, swopped cars and drove off, using my car remote to open my boot before dropping my keys in the road. I got out of the boot – in the middle of a Tescos car park – albeit after closing and had no choice but to soil my car's beautiful ivory leather seat and drive home.
That night my pride, my car, my suit and my body took a battering and after the cold and numbness wore off I learnt a big lesson;
Never go anywhere without a Dock leaf because you never know when a big stinging nettle is about to wrap itself around your cock!
