Jute

Naked i stand before my Owner. Blindfolded. He looks at me, in His hands He's holding a gunny. Holes for my head and arms. Made by my Possessor with love. i raise my arms and He pulls the gunny over my head. The cloth stings pleasantly my skin. The smell of sand and musty cellars stimulating my nose. Not an awkward smell i think. My shelter. T. sets up a breastbondage. Tightly He wraps the rope around my breasts, around my waist. The rope intensifies the roughness of the jute cloth. I'm surprised to notice that i love this tight harness of rope very much. I haven't experienced bondage before. The jute cloth that stings and grates, wrapped around with the tight rope gives me a very comfortable, safe feeling. T. commands me to pull up the jute a little, releasing my bum. Satisfied He's looking at His work. With flat hands He's slapping my curves. Because of the bondage and the fixed jute my breasts are emphasised. He's grabbing them, holding them firmly, squeezes them. He guides me to the St. Andrewscross Andreascross and attaches my arms to the cross. High above my head. I swallow nervously. In the past i've had some troubles if i were fixed whilst standing up. Again He's grabbing my breasts firmly. Stinging jute.
Ofcourse you do understand that I free those breasts again for My own pleasure, don't you?
I hear Him opening His knife. *Click* Once again i swallow, tensed waiting. The sound of tearing cloth, a slight touch of the knife on my skin. I moisten my lips with my tongue and am aware of my tension. Lightheaded. The emotions and stress of this first proceeding, intense meeting rise to the surface in all fierceness. But i don't wanna give up, i'm fed up with this feelings. I wanna feel, encounter. Thoughts storming thru my mind and i try to calm down, which doesn't work. Cold sweat.
T. i think You have to release me, i have to lay down, 'cause standing up doesn't work right now for me.
Lots of apologies i'm mumbling as He sets me free, but He's hugging me, holding me tight, giving me some water to drink. Then i lay down on a bondagetable and close my eyes. T. continues where He had stopped. With His knife He's cutting the jute around my breasts, peeling them till their naked. Then scratching my naked skin. From the waist i'm not covered by the jute. Astride i'm laying there, on that table. Shamelessly, because i'm a little bit floating therefore shyness and embarrassement don't have a chance to show up. T. is hitting my cunt, i like that. He's hitting me harder and harder but still i push my hips towards Him for more. His hand under my chin, forcing me to look Him in the eyes. Drowning in His burning eyes. Then the first blow on my cheek, softly. And another one, softly. I look deeply in His eyes as the next blow hits me hard. That's the moment i break, i surrender myself, feeling deep inside me that i am His Property. His slave. I start to cry, feeling intense happy.

Later on T. tells me why He uses the jute to put on me. How does the jute smell? He asks me. What do you think of when smelling it? Right! That's why He made this up for me. My owner knows how much i love lonely, deserted places, rough environments. Dungeons, cellars, hard, cold stone floors. Where you can smell earth, water, moss, rotten leaves. Oh my God, isn't that terribly sweet? I am such a lucky dog. Slap!!! The blow on my cheek is glowing. Indeed a happy slave. That's me.