ultimate surrender blog

DTracy was beautiful. She walked like a lioness, her long legs
gliding through the air with visible power. Brian felt his crotch start
to wake up when she turned away from him and adjusted the back of her
one-piece bathing suit. Brian wished he could slip a finger under that
lycra.

She started joking with some of the swimmers already in the
water about how cold it was, and, of course, one flipped her with
water. She sucked in her breath when the water caught her in the
chest. Brian almost groaned as he saw her nipples harden instantly and
poke at the material. Tracy was embarrassed and folded her arms in front
of her and walked away casually, hoping no one would notice.

Brian walked into his fifth Statistics class in three years and
looked around for the best seat for that semester. Not many people were
there, but he took a moment to say Hi to the ones he knew.

Middle left was the best seat. Not in the front, center of
attention, not in the back with greater chances to snooze, and not
right by the windows, with annoying sunlight and cold drafts.

He started to put his books down on a table when he was
interrupted by a delightfully feminine voice.

I had left early, so no one had arrived yet. Debbie and I unpacked the
car and carried everything in. The cabin had a slight musky smell from being
closed up for several weeks. There was one big room, a combination of living
room and kitchen, and a smaller room with a big brass double bed. Taking her
suitcase into the bedroom, Debbie mumbled something about “getting ready”. I
worked on the bigger room, checking on the supplies and storing the food and
beer I had brought. I carried in some firewood, for the nights get a little
cool, and set up the fireplace with kindling and wood, ready for the touch of
a match to set it blazing.
I had just finished when a car pulled up. I looked outside and saw John
and Dave getting out. John was a tall, muscular ex-football player, while
Dave was shorter and slightly overweight. They were working the cramps out
of their bodies from the drive up, and were talking and laughing.
Debbie poked her head out of the bedroom and asked who was here.
“John and Dave,” I said.
“Don’t tell them I’m here yet, and don’t let them in here. Yell when
everyone is here and I’ll come out and surprise them. O.K.?”
“You got it, sex slave!” I agreed.

The Sadist punished the poor Badger, forcing her to submit 5 times. With fingers in her pussy most the match, The Badger never had a chance.