Fantasizing about a hike on a beautiful sunny day with my lover, when we come across a thick stand of mature nettles in a secluded area. She orders me to undress and pulls out some thick black nitrile gloves. They make a delicious snapping noise as they're pulled into place over her hands, and i quiver with anticipation.

I lay on my back in the soft grass as she selects a few particularly nasty-looking stalks with stiff hairs covering their stems, and i do my best not to scream while she stuffs my hole with as many leaves as she can fit, and rubs those brutal stems against my most sensitive spot.

Tears well up in my eyes as tiny red bumps start to appear where the stinging hairs have pierced the fragile skin of my cock.

Our walk back is agonizing, still stuffed under my clothes. Back in the car, when I've finally been allowed to pull them all out, I'm reminded the sting can't rub off on anyone else, and isn't my swollen pussy just so pillowy after all that?

Has me wishing Mistress would come in from the other room, kiss me gently, and then force my head underwater and watch me struggle.

She'd giggle at my bubbles and wait attentively as i fought through the fear and panic. Let it wash over me, and then relax under Her hands.

At Her mercy so completely. i go still, ears rushing with fear.

i can tap out, i know that. i know i can. But surrender is so much sweeter. my lungs ache, my eyes burn, Her fingers press into ths soft of my cheek and the firm of the top of my head and i surrender.