Thinking About primal play again
I’m Being dressed up in fawn-like clothing, a short skirt, a cropped, torn up shirt, and a beautiful rope-tie on my breasts and arms, having my arms tied behind my back while my chest is fully wrapped. My owner places a deer headband on me, and slips a needle into my neck.
I wake up several hours later, tied up in the back seat of the car. It’s winter time, and there’s plenty of snow covering the ground outside the car. After a while of bumps and sharp turns, the car slowly comes to a stop, my owner steps out, opens the back door, and drags me out onto the snow by the hair. I’m lying down on the forest floor, confused as to why I’m here
I try and raise my voice to protest, but as soon as I open my mouth, he grabs my chin and holds it open, and gets a hunting knife out from his pocket, wresting it across my cheek. “Move or scream, and I’ll slice your tongue off right now. Understood little fawn?”
I nod hesitantly, terrified at what’s happening. He chuckles softly to himself, and tells me. “Here’s what’s going to happen, little fawn. I’m going to untie your legs now. You can run away. In fact, I’ll give you a head start!! 60 seconds. You have 60 seconds, if you can escape me, you’ll be perfectly safe. If I catch you? Well, you’ll just have to wait and see.”
He cuts the rope off from my legs and ankles, picks me up by the hair, and has me stand up. He gives my ass a quick spank and shouts “Better start runnin’, little fawn” as he begins counting out loud.
I start running, as fast as I can, like my life depends on it. I’m sprinting past the tree line, shivering in the cold, but still running. After a while, I hear loud thumps from behind me, I start thinking I’ve gained some distance between me and him, before I suddenly trip over after feeling a sudden quick movement. I look down and realize I’ve been caught in a snare trap. I’m hanging upside down by the ankle, terrified at what’s happening next.
He walks up to me, very calmly, and says “you didn’t think I didn’t prepare, did you? Poor dumb little fawn, all trapped and at my mercy.” He grabs his hunting knife and cuts the snare, making me fall face first into the cold snow, I’m shivering all over. I try and stand up and run, before I feel the barrel of a rifle right on my spine. “Make one sudden movement, and you won’t be walking anytime soon. Walk straight ahead. There’s a cabin.”
I do my best to comply, I wonder what’s going on. This isn’t the scene we had originally agreed on. “He must be improvising!” I thought to myself. I decide to try and say something. “I’m really liking the changes you made to the sce-“ before I hear a loud bang rip across the woods, ringing in my ear. He fired a shot directly into the snow just up ahead of me. “No talking. Prey doesn’t speak.”
I begin to panick, realizing just how real this is. We make it to the cabin, and he holsters the rifle onto his back, instead grabbing a smaller handgun from his hip, nudging me inside. I comply, and pass the threshold. As soon as I do, I turn around, and the last thing I see before blacking out is him pistol whipping me.
I wake up again, I see him sitting on a soft, plush chair beside the fire place. He realizes I’ve woken up, and slowly approaches me. “Good morning little fawn, you were out for quite a while. Welcome to your new home.”
I look around the cabin, seeing it filled with different horrifying tools. He notices the face I’m making, and starts laughing.
“Scared little fawn~? Well that’s too bad. Now then.” I see him walk toward the fireplace, and grab a metal rod with a design etched into the other side. My heart races as I realize what he’s holding
Before I can process what’s going on, he pushes me down onto the floor with his boot, and presses the hot brand right into my lower back, instantly filled with a. Burning, screaming pain.
