Barbed Wire Babe

Barbed Wire Babe

My girlfriend, Beth, is really into bondage and light SM. When I first met her she was happy with just being tied to the bed as I fucked her. But, as the last few years have progressed, she has got into wilder and wilder bondage scenarios, most of them outside. She gets a thrill from the possibility that she might be discovered. I have to act as her enabler. Depending on the sort of bondage I put her in, though, I might get the chance to slide my fleshy rod up her. So it’s not like I’m ever going to complain.

Beth gets some of her ideas from stories which she has read. She gets others from videos which she has seen on the internet. I’m not sure where she got her latest idea from, though, as it wasn’t from any video which I had seen.

“Darling,” Beth said, as she put her arms around me in bed one night, her 38DD breasts rubbing against my left arm, her nipples erect “darling, I want to be tried to a tree with barbed wire.”

I listened. I could imagine the metal barbs digging into her milky white flesh. I began to get turned on.

“I want the wire to be so tight that it sinks into my flesh. I want the barbed wire to be around my breasts. I want there to be a strand between my legs, drawn up tight. Just imagine that, Sean, the barbed wire through my crotch,”

I was imagining it. I wouldn’t be fucking her in that position. But I would afterwards, when she was released.

Sunday mornings, very early, when most people were still in bed was one of the best times for going out if your kink is outdoor bondage. We went out into the woods near my house. It wasn’t quite dawn when we went out. It was still cool, despite it being summer. Beth was going to be a little bit cold. But that was part of the fun, wasn’t it?

We stopped at the edge of a glade. The sun was up by then. I got my backpack off my back. I lent it next to an oak tree which I thought would serve our purposes. I got out a hammer and some metal items which looked like giant staples. I hammered them into the trunk of the tree at what I hoped would be the right places. I kept a couple spare, just in case. I hammered them down until these devices were only around an inch from the cross-pieces touching the bark of the tree. I made sure that they were secure. Yep, they would not be coming out by accident. They would be very useful for tying the barbed wire to.

“Okay, get your kit off.” I said. Beth began to strip off. As she had only been wearing a long dress and shoes it didn’t take long. But what was the point of getting dressed up if she was going to get naked?

“Where do you want me?” Beth asked. Her voice was husky. Damn, she was already turned on.

“With your back to the tree.” I said. Beth stood with her back to the tree.

“Give me your wrists.” I put a manacle on each wrist. Beth raised her eyebrows. But I wasn’t going to put something sharp around her wrists where they might cut a vein or an artery. I had no desire to kill my girlfriend.

I raised her arms, and clipped each wrist to one of the staples I’d hammered into the tree. Her arms were fully raised, but Beth didn’t have to stand on tiptoes or anything.

Then I got out the barbed wire. I had discovered that there were different sorts. There were different thicknesses. I’d gone for one of the thinner ones, so that I’d be able to bend it around her body.

Beth’s breathing increased as I began wrapping barbed wire around the base of her breasts. I made sure that the loops around Beth’s breasts were tight. Her breasts were slowly discolouring. They would be taking on a purplish hue before we were finished. I could see the barbs digging into her breast flesh. There was a single drop of blood where one of the barbs was sticking in.

The loops were tight enough so that Beth’s breasts would not slip out of the breast bondage. I had a length of wire still free trailing off each breast. I raised those wires and tied them off to the staples set into the tree, the staples to which I had tied the manacles. I tightened the wires so that Beth’s breasts were raised a little.

I wasn’t finished with Beth’s breasts, though. The bases of her breasts were being tormented, but I had to do something about her big, erect nipples.

I tied a strand of barbed wire around the left loop of barbed wire. I had to use pliers to get it to bend so that it could be tied. I hoped that Beth appreciated how much physical effort I was putting into her bondage.

I drew it across the centre of her breast, and threaded the wire under the loop on the other side of her breast. Then, using a lot of my strength, I pulled the wire tight. It bisected her breast. I had made sure that one of the barbs was digging into her nipple.

Beth moaned in pain. But she didn’t tell me to stop. So I repeated the process with her other breast. Her tits looked incredible. I took a couple of pictures on my mobile phone.

I hadn’t completed her fantasy, though. I still had to do the strand – or strands – between her legs. I had given a lot of thought to the endeavour. I had Beth part her legs a bit, so I could put some barbed wire between her legs. A strand went through, drawn up to her left and attached to a staple. Barbs pressed into her left labium. Another strand went through, drawn up to her right and attached to a different staple. The barbs of that strand pressed into her right labium.

Beth was still standing on her bare feet. But that was about to change. I put a manacle around her left ankle. I raised her left ankle to the side and clipped it to one of the staples in the tree. Beth was now standing only on her right leg. My last manacle went around her right ankle. I pulled up her right ankle and clipped it to the remaining staple.

Beth squealed because, in that position, her body had fallen down slightly onto the two strands of barbed wire between her legs. The position caused the barbs to dig into her soft labia; and for the barbed wire strands to move slightly, the left moving to the left, and the right to the right. The strands of barbed wire opened up her cunt, so that I could see the darkness within. If not for the barbed wire I would have fucked her just then. I didn’t really fancy lacerating my cock, though.

“More.” Beth moaned. “Whip me. I want you to whip me.”

I wasn’t going to use the barbed wire. I had no desire to maim or mutilate my girlfriend. And I hadn’t brought a whip with me. So I looked around for something to use. Not far from the tree there was a clump of nettles.

I took off my shirt and wrapped it around my right hand, as there was no sense in both of us getting stung by the nettles. I pulled up a couple of fresh strands. Then I returned to Beth.

Her eyes were gleaming. She was really into this.

“Do it.” she said.

I did it. I thrashed her with the nettles. When I’d broken the first two stems I picked a couple more; and then again. I thrashed her all over her body with the nettles. I could see hundreds of the little nodules erupt where the nettles had worked their urticating poison on her.

I went and grabbed a few more fresh nettles. She still hadn’t cum, and I knew that she needed to.

I tore of one of the nettle leaves, and rubbed it all over her erect, red clit. Beth made odd noises in the back of her throat. But she didn’t scream. She never screamed. She claimed just to really be into bondage, but I knew that when she was turned on she became a hardcore masochist as well.

I stuffed a couple of leaves up her. That made her jump. Then I got out her favourite vibrator. It had a pretty powerful vibration, and it was guaranteed to make her cum.

I began pressing the head of the vibrator to her pubic mound, above where her clit was. I worked it down the outside of her cunt, the vibrator touching the barbed wire. Pleasure and pain at the same time, as the metal barbs vibrated. Finally, when I could tell that she was close, by the sounds which she was making, I moved the head of the vibrator to her clit. That did it. She squirmed as she came, the barbs cutting even more into her cuntlips. Then, when it was over, she just hung there, head down, as though she was half-dead.

With some difficulty I got the barbed wire off her. Some of the barbs had almost buried themselves in her labia. She was going to need some TLC (and possibly TCP). But, once I released her, that was us done for the day.

The End