Again, bringing something over here that has existed elsewhere and is new to this section here at UMD though.

Dropping to her knees as ordered, she bit down on the ball gag in her mouth as she struggled and protested as he took scissors out of his bag and slit her shirt up the front. The breeze caught the two edges and they fluttered, her exposed bra and upper part of her breasts catching the cool air. She could smell the mud and the wet grass and sloppy dark grey clay was soaking into the knees of her jeans, even this far away. Breathing through the hole in the center of the gag holding her mouth open she moaned and whimpered. In the bright afternoon sun she could feel the sweat forming on her skin, partially from the warmth, but also from the anticipation she felt.

She had lipped off just enough to get the gag. She had learned over time how much to say to get it and to enjoy being roughly manhandled as she was effectively bridled rather than actually punished, that is to say thrown in the back seat of the car and taken home with no fun at all happening, which she definitely didnt want.

Feeling his hands on her back, she felt him working the clasp for her bra, unhooking it and then roughly tearing both the sliced open shirt and bra off her. She was now topless, in fact all she had on at this point was a pair of jeans and nothing else, especially wanting to be punished for forgetting her knickers at home. Grabbing a handful of her hair and turning her head upwards towards him, she couldnt see anything but the bright sun behind his head.

You said this morning that you wanted to be a dirty girl today. Is that correct? he asked in a firm tone.

Mumbling through her ball gag she did her best to articulate Yes Master and nodded her head, his hand still holding her hair causing a bit of pain through her scalp. I believe you said yes?, he asked, using his free hand to pinch one of her, very, erect nipples, twisting it slightly and sending a delicious shiver of pain through her.

Well on all fours then like a good little bitch., he ordered, releasing both the nipple and her hair. The sensation of his fingers holding her short hair tight and squeezing the nipple persisted as she got on her hands and knees. Watery clay oozed up between her fingers through the wet grass as she felt her breasts hanging down.

Now youll crawl to the edge of the mud., he ordered and slowly she obeyed, each time her hand was placed down on the ground there was a squish, and she could feel the watery clay weigh down and soak her jeans from the knees down. She went slowly and exaggerated her crawl because she knew he liked watching her ass when she was on all fours, clothed or naked. Also it helped her keep her balance as the mud squished and oozed in different ways. The closer she got to the edge of the mud pit the thicker the goo got. By the time she stopped at the edge her jeans were clammy against her skin and heavy from the mud, some had oozed up inside against her shins and her bare feet, with the toes she had just had pedicure and fresh nail polish done to the day before now looking like they were in dark grey boots. Her hands were covered with mud almost up to her wrists and she felt herself sinking just a little bit when she stopped. She knew he had scoped this place out before and there was no danger to her dropping out of sight.

You did a good job crawling. Kneeling down beside her he scooped some mud up on the end of his fingers and brought it up to her face. She flinched back, partially out of a sense of drama, but being near the edge it did look slimier and seemed to stink worse in the sun than anything she had been used to of late, not that she minded deep down. He tsked at her and slowly drew patterns with the smelly, greenish slime tinged mud on her face. Down the bridge of her nose, over her upper lip so she had no choice but to smell the rotting vegetation in the mud and some lines on her cheeks before he rubbed his hand off in her hair.

She murmured a thank you through the gag as he continued to trace his fingers down along her spine, leaving a faint trail of mud on her bare, sweaty skin. He slid his hand into the back of her jeans and she felt his fingers in the crack of her ass before he grabbed a handful of a butt cheek and squeezed. No panties I see. and she nodded her head in agreement. Pulling his hand out of the back of her jeans he reached between her legs and grabbed her crotch roughly causing her to moan.

I need to be careful, no sense setting you off before you amuse me by getting sloppy. he said in a matter of fact tone and released the hold on her crotch. The sensation of the slightly damp denim being squeezed against her raised goosebumps all along her body.

Crawl forward 4 steps now., he ordered, slapping her ass in the process. After a second savouring the stinging sensation from the spank she moved forward, now definitely entering the dark mud. What thin crust there was on it was collapsing with the slightest bit of weight and her hands rapidly sank up to the elbows in the sun warmed upper layers of the sludge. Another step forward, and another and she was now in about 2 inches of sloppy mud.

Sit up!, he barked and she did so, sitting back on her haunches in the mud. Turn towards me., and she did, shuffling her knees around so she was facing him, now having churned up the mud into something of a pudding like consistency around her.

Wipe your hands off in your hair.

She breathed in deeply and slowly and for good measure dunked her hands in the mud, specifically the bit of the slime covered ooze at the edge that was within easy reach. She felt his eyes boring into her as she did so, aware she was not strictly following his orders, but was trying to please him with another twist to his instruction. With slow, deliberate movements she brought her hands up to her hair and smeared one handful, then another through her dark brown hair, plastering it down to her skull. Reaching forward towards the slimy mud again she got two more and applied them to the back of her head before sliding her fingers into the weighed down, smelly mess on top of her head and began to shampoo. Her fingers fully extended she kept going until she could feel it on her scalp before piling the hair on top of her head in a messy pile.

Her eyes big as she lowered her face, breathing heavily through her gag she let her hands rest slightly away from her body, most of the mud just a slick set of gloves on her hands. The breeze kicked up again, her nipples were already erect, but the contrast between the sun beating down on them and the cool air moving over them made them ache. He studied her, she knew he was drinking in every detail and given how much she liked to move around, being kept still was a major tease.

Fill the back of your jeans.

As much as she could, she smiled with her lips distended around the gag. Reaching forward for a big glob of the mud she used her other hand to pull the back of her jeans away. Though for a second she wished she did wear some knickers for this, then she could have filled the jeans and then got to fill them separately. Still, she quivered with excitement as she scraped the mud off her hands with the jeans and felt the slimy lump ooze down inside. The jeans were tight and she could feel it trapped, not quite able to get down the thighs or between her legs except for little dribbles. She looked at him, and he nodded. Unspoken understanding went between them and she scooped up another handful and let that go down inside with her hand. Smearing the mud all over her ass cheeks, her face flushed, she then started to force mud into her ass crack. The sensation almost made her double over and want to plunge in. And for a second she really considered it, but knew that he was in a mood to see her get dirty bit by bit and she couldnt resist really rubbing the mud into her ass as she thought about it.

A clap of his hands brought her focus back to the moment and she straightened her posture so she was ramrod straight, sticking her chest outwards. Take a handful and smear it around your own face. Wincing she scooped up two big handfuls of muck, again reaching for the boundary with the scummy mud on the edge. Breathing in deep through the hole in the center of the ball of the ball gag she pressed the muck around her head and just felt everything go dark as well as see and all she could hear was the squishing, sucking sounds of the mud as she rubbed it all over her face, managing to at least avoid the hole that she was breathing through, though every moment of entombment sent her heart racing in a bit of panic. Finally, unable to take it any longer she finished rubbing the mud around her face and put her hands down by her side, her eyes screwed shut under the stinking mud. She felt something and flinched, but the sensation of the back of her neck being grabbed put her at ease immediately as he wiped away the mud from her eyes and nose, then scraped most of the lumpy excess off her face. Mud fell and splattered onto her tits and down her belly on its way back into the slop. She had no idea he was going to come in here with her today, she had expected this to be a solo wallow, but now her heart was thudding in her ears as he gave her tits a slap, then her belly, and then her crotch. The sting on her skin and the feeling of the mud contrasted as much as the sun and the breeze. Opening her eyes she saw him scoop up two big handfuls, and fearful of it engulfing her head, instead sighed with contentment as she threw the blobs of mud, hard, at her chest. They splattered against her, one on a breast, the other between them before oozing down over her belly. She kept her hands at her sides as much as it pained her not to slide them into the front of her jeans as he continued to pelt her with the mud.

Walking up to her and grabbing her roughly by the hair, her head against the crotch of his jeans. Yes she knew he was enjoying himself. Lightly he gave her cheek a slap, and again she smiled around the gag as she was thrown forward. Catching herself with her hands she was on all fours in the mud and she started to get spanked, hard. Each blow squished the mud around, some of it now squishing up between her legs despite how tight her soaked jeans were. She screamed through the gag as her ass quivered with each blow. You like feeling like you filled your pants? he asked and she found herself nodding if it meant that he would keep going. Slap after slap. The skin felt like it was fizzing by the time he was done several more hits later.

She was panting now through the gag. Before she had even felt like she caught her breath she felt the muddy sole of the heavy boot he was wearing on her back, pressing down. Mud squishing out from the treads and the hard plastic biting into the bare skin of her back slightly. A harder press and she felt her arms quivering against the strength of the force pressing down on her back. Finally she gave in and with a loud squelch felt the mud envelope her tits, her belly and a bit even squeezed into the waistband of her jeans. Struggling to keep her chin out of the mud she felt the boot being ground into her back before she felt more mud being stuffed into the back of her jeans. He then pressed his boot against the lump of mud in the back of her jeans, grinding it in. She squealed as the mud probed her, and oozed around. The spank caused it to squirt, this was unrelenting pressure and the mud was going everywhere it could. She was shuddering now, sweat under the mud, her breathing ragged and her hands started digging through the warm muck on top to the cold thick stuff below.

Screaming with pleasure, begging, though muffled by her gag he ground the boot into her ass harder. She was swearing now as she brought handfuls of black filth from the bottom up and started smearing it through her hair as she was almost crying from the sensory overload. Just as suddenly as it started, it stopped and she felt her hair being grabbed again, and this time she got up on her knees again. Gently his hands undid the bindings of the gag and she exhaled and then took a deep, if earthy smelling breath in as he tossed the gag out towards their picnic blanket.

Purring, she turned around to face him and not caring reached up to kiss him hard. He responded with a hand around the back of her neck. They kissed deeply for a couple of minutes before he spat out the mud into her face. She leaned back, shocked, but liking it so much, it just pushed her right to the edge being spat on like that. Eyes full of passion, spreading her legs wide as she buried her arms in the mud. She wanted this so badly as he got down on his knees between her legs.

Sitting up she said Youre overdressed and, bringing her muddy arms up ripped him out of his shirt. She didnt care if she was supposed to be the muddy slave any more. He laughed and said I got you worked up well. No shit!, she said, grinning wide as she smeared his chest with mud, then reached up to smear some around his face, hooking her arms around the back of his neck and pulling him forward onto her. He responded by kissing her again, and smearing a muddy hand over her tits, supporting himself with the other arm as he pressed his thighs against hers, spreading them wide.

Both of them breathing hard, eyes locked, he slid his hand down to the button on her jeans and she moaned yessss as he undid it and slowly unzipped them. Fill me up with mudpleaseMasterI need it so badly. she half moaned and half purred. Smiling he set about mounding up mud on her crotch, she could feel the more liquid stuff oozing down over her, triggering spasms in her back, not sure how much more she could take as he started to rub it into her crotch. Finally he slid very muddy fingers into her and she bit her bottom lip almost hard enough to draw blood as she started to buck and writhe against his hands. She was aching now and she said managed to roughly grunt out the word candle which was their sign that it was time to stop fooling around. Roughly he grabbed her jeans and pulled them down with a couple of rough yanks until they were down below her knees. Her ass now planted in the mud, more of it squishing up between her legs it took all her willpower not to reach down and just give herself the lightest caress to finish off.

Grunting and moaning she watched him pull down his jeans and move towards her, seeing that he also didnt bother with underwear. She sat up, the sensation of the mud making her whimper as she scooped up mud and grabbed his cock, stroking him slowly. You didnt think that was going into me clean?, she asked hoarsely and he smiled as she worked him before laying back. Tugging her jeans down around her ankles he moved forward to position himself to enter her and her world just seemed to slow down.

The sun, the wind, the noises of the birds, the smell of the muck, she was just beyond caring about anything right now except the feeling of him sliding into her. It took all her will to not climax then and there as he drove deep. Leaning forward over her, he started to fuck her slowly and she panted and her head thrashed as she grunted out faster, harder, now and fuck. She couldnt even form sentences as she felt the mud inside her and out, and everything was so slick now, almost frictionless. It was driving her mad as he picked up the pace and said Ready for it?, she responded by biting down on his lower lip and tugging on it. Fuck yesss! she screamed as he pounded her. Everything went dark, everything went light, everything was filthy in her mind and body as she slid a leg out of her jeans and wrapped them around his back. She was screaming loudly as she was fucked in the mud, orgasm after orgasm wracking her body. Time lost all meaning as she just existed with every thrust until he pulled out. Opening her eyes and mouth she took his load over her muddy face, some of it managing to get into and around her mouth as well as some on her muddy tits. Licking her muddy lips she savoured the taste and locked her eyes with his. He wanted her, and she wanted him.

Completely filthy from head to toe she lay there pantingand prayed he wasnt done with her yet in the mud.