The key to my handcuffs is in my possession. It’s right there, hanging from my clit ring along with the three small silver bells that jingle and dance with my every step, reminding me of how inflamed I am down there, how very horny I am. I can almost reach it but not quite.

I’m glad it’s warm tonight, otherwise this wouldn’t be any fun at all. For I am stark naked, except for my bells, hoof boots, horsetail and bridle.

My feet are killing me. These damned boots keep me up on my tiptoes, only able to walk because of long practice.

I hope my owner is around here somewhere, watching me. Surely he wouldn’t leave me alone like this.

Or would he?

It all started when I got home from work. I walked into our apartment to find my Master dressed in his racing silks and holding my ponytail inflatable butt plug. A short time later I was as you see me, buff naked, hoof booted, tailed, belled, bridled and helpless in his handcuffs.

While killing time, waiting for it to get dark outside, he had me put on a little dressage show there in our living room, walking back and forth, my every move jingling my nipple and clit bells, every passing moment finding me hornier than before.

When it was dark enough he hoodwinked me, draped a floor-length hooded cloak around my shoulders and led me out to his car. Blinded, I had no idea where we were going until we got here. When he pulled off the hoodwink I saw we were in one of the city’s forest preserve parks, about five miles from our apartment.

After getting me out of the car, he took my cloak and placed a small igloo lunch cooler in my shackled hands before walking me over to a small tree a few yards from the edge of the woods. Forcing me to stand next to the tree, he tethered me to it with a freezing cold dog chain he extracted from the cooler. Hanging in the middle of the chain was a tin can full of hard frozen ice. He told me that only when the ice melted would I be free to seek shelter in the woods. Standing naked in the bright moonlight, I watched him walk away. The chain around my neck was freezing cold, weighted in the middle by the can of ice. I noticed that the tether chain was quite long, long enough to permit me to lie down if necessary but not long enough to let me reach the shelter of the woods. Not that I had anywhere much to go. The forest preserve is surrounded by the teaming, never sleeping city. I wouldn’t like to be caught like this, naked and helpless. Not even by the cops.

Especially not by the cops.

Finally, it occurred to me that I could hurry up the process of melting the ice by pissing on it. Five minutes later I was just jingling my way into the shadows when the cop car came by to check the parking lot for lovers. I crouched down behind some bushes as the spotlight swept over me, holding my eyes closed so as to avoid reflecting the light.

After making their check the cops left, leaving me to my happy, horny fantasies.

The woods aren’t all that dark as there is a full moon tonight. I lurk in the shadows, trembling in anticipation for what my master will do to and for me when he decides the time is right.

Off to my right I hear the sound of traffic out on a nearby street. I move to my left, careful not to make my clit and nipple bells jingle any more that necessary.

For the hundredth time I try to reach the key dangling there, between my thighs. Again I fail, with my hands fixed together behind my back it is simply hopeless. I try again to pull the inflated tail dildo out of my butt but fail at that as well as the inflated part is far too large to come out of my stretched colon.

My Master brought me here about midnight, already very horny. Now it is about three in the morning and I am hornier than I have ever been before. The thought of being captured like this, of being at the mercy of the kinds of men who stalk these forest preserves at night, makes my body hot and wet, my pussy wide and hungry.

From somewhere behind me I hear a twig snap and pray that it is my beloved Master. Crouching carefully so as to not jingle I hold my breath, listening. Nothing. I remain frozen, my heart trying to hammer its way through my ribs.

After a few minutes I stand up and begin moving again, away from the road and deeper into the woods.

Pushing through the thick brush at the side of the bike path I find myself looking at my master’s sulky, standing in the path, waiting for me. Gagged by my bridle, I make a soft questioning sound that goes unanswered for several heart pounding seconds before he says, “Took you long enough.” As he steps from the shadows, carrying his favorite buggy whip.

I consider running away, not because I think I can escape but because I know how much he enjoys the chase. But before I can he has gotten a hand on the chain tether still attached around my neck. “Shall we go for a moonlight ride my sweet?” He says leading me over to the sulky.

It takes him no time to buckle the wide leather harness belt around my small waist and attach me between the sulky shafts. A moment later he has attached the reins through the rings on my bridle and down to my nipple rings. He then takes me into his arms again and hugs me against him, enjoying the feel of my trembling, turned on body as he caresses my exposed nakedness.

Taking a seat on the sulky, he pops his whip about an inch from my bare bottom cheek and says, “Git-up Fanni, time to see how well you have learned your lessons.”

I lunge into the harness and start down the bike path at a mincing, hoof boot hobbled run. I figure he’ll rein me in if he wants less than total effort from me.

The jingle-jingle of my nipple and clit rings seems loud in the empty forest preserve but that is not my concern. My Master is in complete control now and my only problem is pleasing him enough so as to avoid the whip on my bottom. When we reach the first road I see that it is Lake street and am thankful that it has a bridge high enough to mostly hide me from the late night traffic passing below. On the downhill side of the bridge my Master reins me in, keeping me from going fast enough to perhaps trip and fall. My Master always takes good care of me and I love him for that. I also love the way he knows what I need and how to make me his.

North of Lake Street there is a long empty stretch that gives me a chance show him my speed. Then, when I am winded he pulls me to a stop and dismounts, stepping down between the shafts to stand close behind me. I hear his zipper go down. Knowing what is coming, I spread my feet as wide as I can and bend at the waist, presenting. He grips the horse-tail and pulls me back against his hard cock, spearing my wide-on in one long shuddering thrust.

I grip on his hot cock as I have been trained to do and I let him do what he does best. The nipple and clit bells jingle and tug as he fucks me, taking our passion ever higher.

Suddenly we are illuminated from above. In our passion we have not heard the police chopper high above. Like the voice of God on high the chopper’s loudspeaker says. “Stop what you are doing and stand apart!”

My Master says, “Run for it, I’ll try to distract them!” then takes off down the trail toward the north, leaving me still attached to the sulky. The chopper’s searchlight never leaves me for a moment. My Master has deserted me, half fucked, horny and helpless, to the mercy of the cops.

I will get him for this, if it’s the last thing I ever do.