Raped In The Woods By Two Strangers, A Hypnotic Fantasy – By Emily

My name is Emily, and if there’s one thing I’ve learned in my twenty-seven years of life, it’s that the boundaries between pleasure and pain are more fluid than society would have us believe. Growing up as a black woman in a world that often feels suffocatingly judgmental, I quickly realized that embracing my desires, no matter how unconventional, was the key to unlocking my true self.

I was an exhobitionest, well I think you would describe me as a shy exhobitionest. i hadn’t done much to act on my desires but I really wanted to. I masturbated regularly thinking about the thrill of being watched, the rush of adrenaline that comes with the knowledge that someone else is sharing in my most intimate moments. But despite my longing, fear held me back, tethering me to the safety of my fantasies while simultaneously fueling my desire for something more.

The most I had ever done was little things like changing on a busy beach and accidentally dropping my towel while naked underneath. Back in university, I enjoyed sucking my boyfriend off on the train or bus. Oh God, the thrill of getting caught was intense.

The most exhilarating thing I ever did was leaving the changing room curtain partially open in the store’s fitting room while trying on some really risky lingerie. Stepping into the dressing room, I couldn’t resist the temptation to leave the curtain halfway open, inviting the possibility of being watched. My heart raced with excitement as I stripped down to try on the first set of lingerie. I knew that I was taking a risk, but the thrill of being seen was too much to resist.

As I slipped into the lacy garments, I caught my reflection in the mirror and couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. I looked sexy, confident, and oh-so-fuckable. I glanced out towards the main shop floor and saw the eyes of other shoppers lingering on my body. Some looked away quickly, but others couldn’t help but stare, their eyes drinking in the sight of my exposed skin.

My nipples hardened with excitement as I tried on the next set of lingerie. I could feel the dampness building between my legs, my body responding to the knowledge that I was being watched. I could see the hunger in the eyes of the men around me, their cocks twitching with desire as they imagined what it would be like to touch my naked body.

I reveled in the feeling of power, knowing that I was driving these men wild with lust. I played up to it, bending over slightly to give them a better view of my cleavage, running my fingers over my hips and thighs as I adjusted my lingerie. The teenage boys were the worst, their eyes nearly bugging out of their heads as they stared at my body.

But it was the older men that really caught my attention. The granddads, husbands, and fathers, their eyes glazed over with desire as they imagined what it would be like to take me in the back of the changing room. I could feel their eyes on my body, their hands itching to touch my naked skin.

With each new set of lingerie I tried on, the excitement grew stronger. I was dripping wet, my clit throbbing with need. I could feel the orgasm building inside me, my body trembling with pleasure as I imagined what it would be like to be taken right there in the changing room.

I closed my eyes, my mind filled with dirty, filthy thoughts. I could feel the hands of the men around me, their fingers exploring my naked body, their cocks hard and ready. I moaned out loud, my orgasm crashing over me in a wave of pleasure.

As I stepped out of the changing room, my body still tingling with pleasure, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. I had driven these men wild with lust, and I had done it all with nothing more than a glimpse of my naked body. I knew that I had the power to enthrall and seduce, and I couldn’t wait to do it again.

So that was what led me here today, stood in a little woodland clearing, surrounded by towering trees and the gentle rustle of leaves. The air is cool against my skin, sending shivers down my spine as I await his command. Master H stands before me, his eyes dark pools of intensity that seem to pierce through my very soul.

With a soft yet commanding voice, he begins to weave his hypnotic spell, his words wrapping around me like a warm embrace. I feel myself slipping into a trance-like state, my thoughts melting away as I surrender to his power.

As Master H’s voice washes over me, each word feels like a gentle caress, lulling me deeper into a state of relaxation. His commands are simple yet potent, guiding me to focus on my breath and let go of all tension.

Under Master H’s gentle guidance, his soothing words wash over me like a comforting embrace, coaxing my muscles to release their tension and inviting my mind to open itself to suggestion. It’s as if a warm wave of tranquility sweeps through my body, carrying away any lingering doubts or distractions that may have clouded my thoughts.

“Relax, now,” Master H’s voice murmurs, gentle yet commanding. “Let go of all your worries and allow yourself to drift deeper into trance.”

As Master H skillfully deepens my trance, I feel myself sinking even further into the depths of my subconscious, the lines between reality and fantasy blurring with each passing moment. His voice, soft yet commanding, serves as my anchor in this sea of tranquility, guiding me with unwavering assurance.

“With each breath, allow yourself to sink deeper into a state of calm relaxation,” Master H’s voice soothes, a steady rhythm guiding my descent into trance. “Imagine yourself in a familiar place, a sanctuary where you feel safe and free.”

His words weave a tapestry of tranquility around me, pulling me further away from the outside world and deeper into the recesses of my subconscious mind.

“Now, envision yourself in your bedroom,” Master H’s voice whispers softly.

With each encouraging word, Master H instills within me a newfound sense of confidence and empowerment, banishing any lingering shadows of self-doubt or hesitation. In his presence, I feel safe and secure, enveloped in a cocoon of warmth and acceptance that shields me from the outside world.

In this heightened state of suggestibility, I surrender myself completely to Master H’s guidance, allowing myself to believe wholeheartedly that I am alone in the sanctuary of my own bedroom. With his gentle coaxing, I am liberated from the constraints of inhibition, free to explore the depths of my desires without fear of judgment or shame.

“Now, you slowly start to remove your clothes,” Master H’s breathes into my ear, igniting a spark of arousal and anticipation within me. “Allow yourself to embrace your true desires, free from any inhibitions.”

As Master H’s instructions echo in my mind, I begin to undress in my familiar surroundings, each movement deliberate and sensual. With confident grace, I untie my trainers, slipping them off one by one and placing them gently on the floor.

Next, I peel off my socks, savoring the sensation of freedom as my bare feet connect with the soft carpet beneath. My jeans follow suit, the denim sliding down my legs with a gentle whisper. Carefully, I fold them, setting them alongside my trainers with precision and care.

I run my hands over my smooth thighs, relishing the sensation as my fingers trace delicate patterns over the fabric of my thong. With each caress, a wave of arousal washes over me, and I can’t resist the urge to tease myself further. Gently, I press against the thin material, feeling the heat and dampness beneath my touch, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through my body.

With a slow, deliberate motion, I slide my hands up under the soft fabric of my hoodie, relishing the sensation as I explore the curves of my body. My fingertips brush against the sensitive skin of my breasts, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. Gently, I knead and caress, savoring the sensation of my own touch as desire builds within me.

My hoodie is the next to go as I peel it away, revealing the contours of my body beneath the tight fabric of my t-shirt. Each movement is deliberate, heightening every sensation as I expose the subtle curve of my waist. With practiced precision, I fold the garment into a neat square, a testament to the control I wield even in this state of vulnerability.

Now, it’s just me and my t-shirt, the soft cotton clinging to my skin as I lift it over my head. I relish the feeling of liberation as it falls away, leaving me almost fully exposed.

Finally, I delicately ease my thong down my legs, relishing the sensation of the fabric caressing my skin as it glides away. With each step, I liberate myself from its confines, folding it with care before setting it aside. My hands, now free to roam, continue their exploration, tracing intricate patterns across my body. One hand lovingly cups my breast, the softness yielding to my touch, while the other ventures downward, igniting a fiery trail of arousal along my skin until it reaches the apex of my thighs.

As my desire reaches a crescendo, I instinctively gravitate toward my bed, longing to indulge in the fantasies that dance in my mind. However, a gentle voice interrupts my trajectory, reminding me that I am not in my bedroom sanctuary but rather bound between two sturdy trees. Despite my initial confusion, my limbs seem to obey of their own accord, moving with a fluid grace as they stretch apart, rendering me completely exposed and vulnerable to the elements.

As Master H begins to lift the veil of trance, my awareness slowly returns, and I realize with a start that I am no longer in the comforting confines of my bedroom. Instead, I find myself standing naked and vulnerable in the heart of the woods, my body suspended in a wide cross between two sturdy trees. Yet, to my surprise, there are no physical restraints binding me; I am simply held in place by an unseen force, unable to move or escape.

The situation is fraught with tension as I stand alone in the secluded woods, vulnerable and exposed. Though Master H is nowhere to be seen, the possibility of being discovered looms over me like a dark cloud. Despite my desperate attempts to move and shield my modesty, my limbs remain unyielding, betraying me in my moment of need. Panic begins to grip me, threatening to overwhelm my senses, but amidst the rising tide of fear, another sensation emerges.

Wave after wave of arousal washes over me, mingling with the fear and uncertainty that swirls within. It’s a heady concoction, fueling my senses and heightening my awareness of every sensation. As my heart races with adrenaline, I can feel that primal urge stirring deep within me, a hunger for the unknown and the forbidden.

With each passing moment, the tension between fear and desire grows stronger, pulling me deeper into the abyss of my own fantasies. Though I am bound by unseen forces, I cannot deny the exhilarating rush that courses through my veins.

Then, a soothing voice murmurs in the distance, its words both elusive and comforting. Despite my efforts to decipher its message, the serene timbre lulls me into tranquility. As a result, that undeniable sensation of arousal spreads, causing a gentle dampness to trickle down my legs.

Then I catch the sound of a branch snapping, a surge of panic courses through me, my heart pounding in my chest. Footsteps echo through the woods, drawing closer with each passing second. I strain against the unseen bonds that hold me in place, desperation clawing at my mind. But no matter how hard I struggle, I remain immobilized, helpless against the approaching threat.

Voices growing louder, mingling with the rustle of leaves and the distant chirping of birds. Laughter cuts through the air, sharp and mocking, sending shivers down my spine. My mind races with fear, imagining the consequences of being discovered in this vulnerable state. What would they do? What would they think?

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