It is a lovely day for a walk in the woods today, and so I boot up and head out to check on the sl*ve that I left tied to a tree, in deepest rural England. I soon locate the wretch and he is alive! As part of his initiation, I tie his hands around the tree, locked him into a chastity device and left him stark naked - Apart from the “h*le 4 use” sign that I taped to his back, pointing straight to the sub’s *ss!

Is the sl*ve grateful? Well, partly perhaps, as the sub bleats that he has lost track of time and is “getting cold” after a few days outside. What a shame! The sl*ve admits to being used during his “stay” and that his h*le feels sore as a result. I have no truck with this m*le’s nonsense, and I wield My own trusty strap-on c*ck before the sobbing sub. Only I decide when a sl*ve feels “sore” and only I ensure that My subs feel properly “sore.”

I have the sub scared and degraded, now to put him to work once more. This sore loser will accommodate My strap-on c*ck and like it! I instruct the sub to “hold onto that tree for dear life.” Then I inspect the vulnerable sl*t, lubing his h*le for My turn at target practice! I gape his h*le and then slip straight in, I push all the way as the sl*ve groans and grizzles away. The sub swears loudly as I pummel, thrusting with vigour into his soreness.

As the sub moans and feels the weight and depth of My strap-on c*ck penetration I smile, beaming as I enjoy My fun, breaking in another sub m*le. The sl*ve thanks Me as I heave the c*ck into him. I make it clear that this is the first of many visits that the sl*ve will make to this spot. I intend to have him used here frequently. I move to use harder thrusts, pushing the c*ck into the sl*ve’s body and making him gasp with every single lunge. My propulsion of the sl*ve’s guts and mind take him down, lower than ever, into deep obedience.

I take the sub through his future responsibilities and confirm “I want you to s*ffer, I want you to challenge yourself!” All the time I hammer the sl*ve’s *ss open, adding to the soreness of his *sshole. My sl*ve admits that I am more physically enthusiastic than the men who have given him a seeing to while he has been tied to the tree. I increase the severity of My thrusts and the sl*ve hangs on, his arms holding the tree desperately for safety, not least for his distinctly unsafe back passage.

“Shagged up against a tree!” I confirm as the sl*ve cries out in response to every single thrust of My strap-on c*ck. I feel the sl*ve approaching the ruin of his h*le and I have him put his head right down, leaving only his cheeks for Me to blast through. The sl*ve cries, begs Me to end his t*rment and I feel that he has p*ssed this test. As I pull out the sl*ve sinks to his haunches, perhaps the next c*ck passing this way will use his mouth and not his *ss! An initiation is always finished by Me, indoors or out, inside or out. My decisions are final. This sl*ve has p*ssed the test, and I will have him used. I spit on the sl*ve and leave him.

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