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I had succeeded, escaping from the military prison camp, but the cold and hunger had driven me towards the lights of the town, despite the advice of training as it made the chance of recapture that much more likely, I was just that desperate, despite the risks.

Moving as fast as I could I had moved across open fields, the frost crunching beneath my feet, nervous anticipation filling me at every sound that broke the night air.

I circled the outskirts, until I found an area, which seemed only to be filled with houses and moving silently as a ghost had moved into the undergrowth of a small wood that surrounded the edge of a golf course, adjacent to the houses. No lights glimmered, I perceived no police or military patrols and tired from my exertions of the past days, fell into a dreamless sleep.

I awoke with a start it was light; I looked carefully around ensuring my security, listening to the sounds of people moving about their business.

A further hour I waited, crawling thorough the low bushes, examining the houses that were tantalisingly close and contained warmth and comfort.

I could see people moving about through the open curtains, disappointment filled me…then my eye noticed the glint from a window that was ajar. Intently I observed the house and after an hour, seeing no movement, hearing no sound, made my decision.

A burst of energy, launching myself across the fence and fearing discovery, opened the window as wide as it would go and slipped in, closing it again to its previous position.

I felt slightly guilty at this invasion of privacy, my needs overcame this and cautiously, I moved through the downstairs. No sound, the kettle and stove cold, I relaxed slightly.

The kitchen, food in abundance, fresh, bread, butter and cold meats, I wolfed it down like an animal, paying no attention to being tidy, a whole container of fresh Orange juice slid down my throat.

I was now feeling warmer, tiredness was starting to overcome me, I knew it was time to move as I could not risk falling asleep. Cautiously, I mounted the stairs, my aim to seek some male civilian clothing, so that I might be disguised. The bathroom and toilet empty, a room filled with boxes and other bric-a –brac then to the door of what must be the master bedroom, slipping in quickly, closing the door as my nose was filled with the soft scent of perfume.
Taking very little notice, I looked in the wardrobe, pretty dresses, skirts, blouses, but sod it no men’s things. Damn I have to find the house of a spinster. I begin to search the dresser, looking for something I can trade or sell, but on opening the first drawer, my eyes alighting on a treasure trove.

It was filled to the brim with the most delightful assortment of feminine underwear, pastel shades, black, white, brilliant red, all of the colours of the rainbow, or so it appeared.
I could not help myself, delving my hand into the soft piles, feeling the softness, the delicate lace panels and edging, teasing my fingers. On impulse I withdrew a handful, hoping to smell the owners scent, but drawing them to my nose find them smelling of nothing but cleanliness.
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Enraptured, stroking my face with one hand, tickling my cheek, I delve dig further, finding bras, garter belts and pairs of stockings, silk, nylon and black fishnets, my in my mind not believing that women wore such things. I was lost in a world of exquisite desire, then I heard the door to the bedroom open and a gasped question……..’What the fuck’?

I spun on my heel, spilling the beautiful, lacy things from my hand; being discovered was bad enough, but with my hands in a drawer full of ladies underwear.

I could have laughed as I may an assessment of the person who had found me as I took in the vision; A woman who was almost a foot shorter than me, slightly built, her hair, loose falling about her shoulders, eyes, dark with make up, accentuating the shape and outline, the lips the most amazing shade of bright red gloss lipstick, beautifully applied, such luscious lips, reminiscent of one of those old fashioned dolls. The tightly fastened corset worn like a top, it was pushing her breasts into tight mounds, with the hint of nipple peaking over the top. A skirt, too short even to be called a mini, tight, conforming to her curves, the tops of black, fishnet stockings and the clips of garters, then the most amazing high heels, fully 6 inches, gleaming like patent leather.

A rapid decision, she could not resist my strength and build and so I dashed towards her, intending to push her aside, to bolt downstairs and through the door, to seek a place to hide from the pursuit that I knew must come. My feet tangled in the soft, slippery underwear that I had dropped, the last thing I remember, my head struck the end of the bed and blackness came across me.

I awoke, feeling strange, movement was difficult, my eyes slowly opened, amazed at the spectacle that beheld my gaze in the huge full length mirror, not believing what I saw. I was naked, stood on tiptoe, stretched upwards, my wrists in some sort of cuffs, black evil leather, buckled tight, a snap-link joining them, then a hook attached to a rope that went through a pulley, hanging from the ceiling, pulled tight stretching me upwards, making it difficult to balance on my toes.

Looking in the mirror I was aghast, my nipples were heavily rouged with the same colour lipstick as she had been wearing and looking down saw that the glans of my cock was the same red, for that was all I could see of it, the remainder bound tightly with narrow leather cords, separating my balls, feeling that they were being stretched away from my body, by more ties.

God what was going on? Looking around, careful not to loose my footing, I did not recognise the room, realisation, the locked door in the kitchen; lead to a cellar, painted in dark purple, lit by candles, throwing dancing shadows around the room, me being lit by a spotlight in the ceiling.

I shouted, my cries giving rise to no echoes, leading me to know that this place was soundproofed.

Time stood still, the tension in my legs making the muscles cry out, hearing the door open…..

She entered the room, head held high, regal, dressed in the same cloths as before, I could tell that her makeup had been freshly applied, glossed and shining in the candle light, In her h and was something that I did not recognise.

A question, soft voiced, wanting an answer. ‘Do you normally break into women’s houses, steal food and play with their underwear’? I didn’t answer, I couldn’t.

The object in the hand slashed suddenly, the hard leather strop, striking the exposed head of my cock, pain exploded through me, I cried out, just staying upright.

The voice; Still gentle, yet insistent in its desire, ‘Well’?

I tried to formulate an answer, too slowly, twice more, the leather struck like a snake, pain, anguish a gasped response as tears filled my eyes. ‘I’m sorry’.

The smile, through the parted lips; ‘Sorry…is that all you have to say’?

Tears are rolling freely down my cheeks, I think that she feels pity as she reaches out and strokes my chest, descending and gently stroking the abused head of my cock, a nail, teasing the eye.

I sniff; ‘I’m Sorry’

The hand moves higher, stroking my nipples, stimulating my chest hair, I relax slightly, and then suddenly, wicked, sharp nails, pinching my nipple, the agony, making me gasp.

A question or more of a statement; ‘Soldiers who break the rules are punished, are they not’?

She steps away, a cruel smile on her face, then moves to my side, out of sight of the mirror, but upon returning, goes behind me, looking at my reflection, gloating and displays the thin, swishy cane that is held in her right hand.

‘NO, PLEASE DON’T’
The first slashing blow, sharp pain was across the whole of my buttocks, then again and again, I screamed, I cried, tears flowing freely.

I lost count of the blows after 30, almost passing out from the pain, cessation, then soft hands, caressing my back, making the pain mingle with pleasure, stroking, caressing, from shoulder to buttock.

The pain lessened as she moved my front, touching the cane to my lips, nipples and head of my cock, smiling all the time, seeing the dread that I felt, waiting for the pain again.

Fear filled me as she reached, to her side and lifted a wooden rod, about 36 inches in length, I tensed, no not anymore, I would do anything, and then she knelt.

‘Open your legs’, Trying not to fall I complied, not wanting the pain to return, as she worked I realised that I had leather cuffs around my ankles, matching those on my wrists, seeing in the mirror that she was, attaching snap links to eyes on the end of the pole, then not being able to close my legs, they were spread making me vulnerable, open to her ministrations.

She stood and I saw her sliding something behind me, not being able to see as behind I was in shadow.

She stood before me; ‘I am going to lower you now, do as I say, any infractions will bring more of what you have just experienced. Do you understand’?

I nodded; I would do anything to avoid the pain.

Taking the tail if the rope from the wall, gently she released it, allowing me to fall, having to trust her, until I landed on something hard. She tied the rope off, my buttocks sat, but my arms still stretched and kneeling before me began to pass, soft cords around my thighs, passing them around, what I though must be legs of a table. She then carried it on, looping it over my torso, until I could not move.

Standing she unclipped my one hand, pulling it cruelly until she could clip it to a ring at the top, bending it until I thought that my shoulder would dislocate. Then the other, detached from the pulley, the same process. More rope, around my chest, coils holding me secure, what was to happen next?

Sitting astride my chest, I felt the heat of her pussy, wet, slippery against my chest, She, reached behind and slowly began to unwrap the cords from around my cock and balls, the returning blood, making me moan and squirm, pain and pleasure.
Since you like my panties so much, ‘I'm going to try and overload your senses with the feel of soft, silky panties against your skin, because I think you are a bit of a sissy’, she gloated. She stood, unzipping the tight skirt, shucking it down her legs, revealing bright red silk panties, darkened where her juices has soaked them as she had beaten me. Holding the soft material at the waist she removed them. She pressed them against my nose, forcing me to inhale her scent. Just the smell of her hot pussy caused my cock to twitch with desire. Noticing this, she pulled them over my head, positioning the cotton gusset over my nose and mouth. Now every breath I took filled me with her essence. Not yet satisfied with my level of excitement, using just her thumb and forefinger, stroked my cock and balls. It felt like a butterfly touching my skin, I tried to resist the rapid pulses of blood that was filling the organ, feeling my balls tensing. . The softer the strokes, the more intense the pleasure became.
It took only a minute of this for my cock to begin to ooze pre-cum. Next, she cupped my balls and began to stroke my cock with her long nails. I could feel the cum beginning to boil in my loins. The onset of my climax was only seconds away. She sensed this and stopped immediately. I was left hanging on the precipice. If my hands had been free, I would have finished what she had started myself, of course, I could only lay there and squirm with unsatisfied lust.
She looked at me a cruel smile on her face, making me wonder what was to happen next, the cane was still in reach.
Once again she used the same technique to bring me right to the edge. By now I was moaning with desire, craving the release my body screamed for forgetting the previous pain and fear.
At last taking pity, she straddled my waist and using one hand to hold my cock and the other to spread her pussy lips, they bloomed like a flower, softly glinting in the light then she impaled herself on my cock.
I had never felt anything so good in my life. As her hungry pussy swallowed my cock, it felt as though it was being immersed in a vat of warm oil. Once it was all the way in, she began to raise and lower herself up and down until she was ready to join me in ecstasy. As her second climax hit, she ground herself against the base of my cock. Her vaginal muscles contracted around my cock, impelling me to orgasm. Spurt after spurt shot from my cock deep inside her as her pussy milked me dry. I thought I'd never stop cumming.
In that warm post coital glow as her face glistened with sweat, a smile of pleasure, I tried to speak, to negotiate my release. She looked at me, then Slid upwards, the slickness of her pussy, leaving a trail on my skin, until she lifted slightly and settled the beautiful, object that was her sex, firmly over my mouth, clean me she said, lick me, she grabbed my head with both hands, guiding my mouth right into her sopping pussy. I settled in to the task at hand with pleasure despite my predicament. At this time nothing seemed more important than the complete obedience to and satisfaction of this enchanting creature. My tongue seemed to have a life of its own, dancing back and forth across her clit. I even licked gently at the puckered rosebud of her anus. When her climax hit, I drank greedily from the fountain of her femininity. I continued to lap at her pussy, cleaning every drop of her juices from her labia and pubic hair. As the tremors of orgasm subsided she fell back, until I could see every detail of that wondrous place that I had been. She stood, seemingly uncertain, but then a resolve came over her, she reattached my wrists to the rope and having taken the strain, undid me from the table and leaving my legs spread hauled me upwards.
Her makeup was smeared; I could see that much of it was on me; the red lipstick making it look like my chest was cut.
She spoke, still with authority; ‘Really I should call the police, but I don’t know what to do, so I shall let you know my decision shortly’.
With that she left the room, peaking through the legs of the panties that she had left over my face, I saw sharply defined weal’s across my whole back, her perfume musky, filling my very being, I tried to clear my mind to think of an opportunity to escape.



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