A secretive woman (part 4)

Karen's second "surprise involved a car journey into the countryside. I immediately wanted to know what the great outdoors had to offer that could not be found in a bedroom, apart from fresh air and the chance of being observed by a passer-by.
"You'll find out, she promised.
"Will I like it?
She was cagey. "It will be a new experience.
"Does it involve pain?
"It may cause you some mild suffering, she warned cheerfully, as we climbed into my car. I noted she was carrying her overnight bag.
I was instantly suspicious. "How mild?
"You should make a full recovery within three days.
I had the impression she wasn't joking. "That doesn't sound very mild.
"Au contraire, she said. "It is very mild, compared with the savage beatings you inflict on me.
"I only do what you ask, I reminded her. "Will it be just you and me?
She arched her eyebrows. "You'll have to wait and see.
We headed west for about fifteen miles. Eventually we were in the proverbial middle of nowhere. She directed me down a narrow lane and instructed me to park the car on a grass verge near the gateway to a field.
"We're going that piece of woodland over there. She pointed to some trees about a hundred yards away across the field.
"You've been here before, I said.
She smiled.

Two minutes later, we were in a secluded area.
"Take your clothes off, she commanded.
I undressed.
"Now I can tie you up, or not as you choose, but you have to promise to keep still, she said, after taking off her clothes too.
"And if I don't keep still?
"You fail and you don't get to fuck me. Tying you up ensures compliance. She sounded businesslike.
"I think I'll remain unbound, I said after some reflection. "And incidentally, your use of the term surprise is not entirely accurate. This is going to be more a test, or ordeal, isn't it?
"Whatever, she said, unabashed. "Anyway, you can back out now. Otherwise we go through with it, and you have to cooperate.
"Fine, I said, motivated by the prospect of my ultimate reward.
"You're very courageous, I'm proud of you. She took my penis, which had already begun to stiffen, and massaged it lightly into a full erection. "You do have a very nice cock.
"And you have a very nice cunt, I responded, reaching down and slipping a finger into her vagina, which was tight, but already moist with her secretions.
"If you're a good boy, you'll find out just how nicely it will accommodate your cock, one day.
This agreeable discourse ended with the arrival of a slight female figure clad in dark motorcycle leathers and a crash helmet. I started and reached for my clothes, but Karen told me to calm down.
She greeted the newcomer. "Hi. Well done for making it.
"I hope I haven't kept you waiting, said a familiar voice. "Sorry, but I got lost for a short time.
"You've met Danielle, said Karen.
I nodded. "Hi, Danielle.
"Hiya, she said, brightly. "He's looking happy already. She pointed to my groin. "Is he ready to be nettled?
I frowned and looked in askance at Karen.
"We're going to gather some stinging nettles and sting you all over, she explained. "You have one last chance to back out.
"Just do it, I said. It sounded uncomfortable, but bearable.
The girls left me alone for a short time. When they returned, Danielle was clutching a large bundle of nettles in her gauntlets. Karen folded her arms across her chest and watched as her friend applied them to my thighs, buttocks, stomach and finally my genitals, brushing them firmly against my bare flesh. At first, the sensation wasn't too bad, but gradually my skin flared up with livid red blotches and I felt as if I were on fire. I braced myself to keep quite still and not make any sounds.
"You've being very brave, said Karen.
"You're worth it, I replied.
"And he's being brave too. She smiled and pointed at my penis, which was still erect. Despite the discomfort, the burning nettle rash was highly arousing.
The two girls stood and stared at me, as if fascinated by the florid hue of my nether regions.
Eventually I broke the silence. "Why doesn't Danielle get her kit off too? I had a sudden urge to see her naked.
"I don't mind, said Danielle.
Karen shrugged. "OK, but keep on the helmet. He's not allowed to see your face.
Danielle peeled off her black leathers to reveal a slender body with small breasts. In many ways, she was very similar to Karen. She came close to me and cupped my balls in her hand. "I'm sorry if I hurt you.
I imagined her pouting inside her helmet. "You're forgiven. It was all part of the deal. Personally, I blame Karen.
Danielle agreed. "Yes, I blame her too. It was her idea.
She ran her other hand lightly up and down my erection.
I encouraged her. "That's lovely. Very soothing.
Karen interrupted us. "Now it's time for surprise C if you are game.
"Why not? I said. "We might as well get it all over at once.
"This one involves a degree of pain and degradation, she warned.
"Unlike the nettles which were painless and dignified, I said with heavy irony.
"He's very witty, isn't he, said Danielle, letting go of my genitals.
Karen grinned. "That's why I like him. She turned her attention to me. "You have to be blindfolded, and you have to promise to do exactly what I say, or it doesn't count.

I knelt on the ground with my knees wide apart and my arms dangling by my side. She had taped my eyes closed.
"Once again, you won't know who is doing what to you, Karen warned. "Danielle has taken off her helmet.
I nodded that I'd heard.
One of the girls ' I had no idea which it was - knelt in front of me, put her arms around my neck and started kissing me. It was amazingly sensual. I slipped my tongue between her lips and enjoyed the tantalising friction of my cock straining against the bare flesh of her belly.
Meanwhile, the other girl ran her hand up and down the crevice between my buttocks. There was a pause, and I felt her apply cold lubricant gel to my anus before inserting a finger. The experience was startling, but not unpleasant.
The finger was withdrawn. The two girls moved away from me.
"Now one of us is going to fuck you whilst you fuck one of us. You have to relax and let it happen, said Karen.
I nodded.
A moment later, a firm, smooth bottom pressed against my groin. A hand took my penis and guided it into an exquisitely soft, wet vagina which provided wonderful relief for my burning erection. "Don't do anything yet, instructed Karen.
Obediently, I waited, poised in the doggy position.
A pair of hands separated my buttocks, and I felt something hard and rounded press against my anus. "Relax, a voice whispered in my ear. I allowed myself to be penetrated by what I guessed to be a generously sized strap-on dildo. The sensation was alarming but intensely sexual. The wearer of the dildo wrapped her arms around my chest and began to move it in and out of me. I confess, with a trace of guilt, that I enjoyed it, although I was being stretched almost to the limit.
Being careful to keep time with the girl behind me, I gripped the hips of the girl in front and started thrusting. She responded by moaning contentedly. I thought she sounded like Karen, but I wasn't sure. Although the excitement was unbelievable, I managed to keep going for a few minutes before ejaculating with unprecedented power, and collapsing exhausted onto the body of the girl in front.

"Did you enjoy that? Karen asked somewhat superfluously, a short while later.
"Yes. Thank you. It was a revelation, I replied.
We were sitting cross-legged on the ground in a triangle. Danielle was wearing her crash helmet. Otherwise we were still naked.
"So which of us did you fuck this time? Karen posed the question.
"Danielle, I guessed. "For the same reasons as before.
Karen nodded gravely. "Of course you will never know.
"I accept that, I said, although curiosity gnawed away at me.
"Do you two want to be left alone now? Danielle inquired. "I guess this is a private moment for you both.
Karen glanced at me.
I shrugged. "She's done us both a favour. But it's up to you. I don't mind if she stays.
My reply plainly pleased Karen, for she smiled at me. "Fine. Then she stays.
"So what happens now between you and me? I asked.
Karen raised her eyebrows. "How do you mean?
"I mean, do we become ordinary lovers now? I enlightened.
"We shall never be ordinary lovers, she replied. "But I shall, from now on, do whatever you want. Although I shall expect you to indulge all my whims, if you want to keep me happy.
"And you'll divorce your husband?
She laughed. "I lied about him. I divorced him ages ago. He was just an excuse for me to¦ how can I put it¦ check your credentials.
I cannot say I was unduly surprised. "May I assume that my credentials are OK?
"Absolutely A1, she affirmed.
"So what happens next?
"I think we should go back to my place. The three of us. I think it's time I cooked dinner for you and started to behave like a proper girlfriend, although I reserve the right to be slightly unconventional at times.
"I think I can handle that, I said.