Last Friday I advertised for men to meet me late at night on a now defunct dogging site. It is still possible to get onto the old road, which passes through a wooded area.. I had only one response and arranged to meet him by an underpass. I told him that I wanted him to grope me very hard, squeezing and pulling my tits and with his hand up my skirt, to hurt me in my satin and lace panties. I said I wanted him to call me horrible names, forcing me to cum and to carry on hurting me there, even though I knew I would hate that after orgasm. But knowing I would feel so humiliated, helpless and stupid always makes me cum so hard. So I showered, perfumed, did my make up, dressed in expensive satin and lace lingerie, seamed stockings, beige skirt and green top, I teetered out of my house, into my car and drove to the meeting. The sky threatened rain, but I was too sexually excited to turn back. I needed this man to really hurt me and make me cum and wanted to wank him, seeing him shoot while he insulted and hurt my tits. I was trembling a little as I got out of my car, locked, hugged my long coat around me and tripped down the path to the underpass, where I let my coat fall open. My black satin and lace slip was rustling against the lining of my skirt as I walked in tiny steps, my hig heels click clacking, alerting men to my approach. Imagine my disappointment when I found there was no one there. I waited a while before deciding to walk along the old road, between bushes on one side and farmland on the other. I thought maybe my date had wandered along there. I walked slowly all the way to the old picnic area, rather overgrown now. As I crossed the little wooden bridge into the green enclave, I heard men's voices and laughter, I started to feel scared, which made me feel even more sexually excited. By this time it was getting quite dark, but street lights from the new road shone from the other side of the trees and bushes, and cars and trucks were roaring along it. The gravel path curved to my left, with bushes to my right. As I cleared the corner, I saw four men appear from the bushes and undergrowth behind me. Now I was really scared and thought I should not have come here. I had made it clear to the man I had arranged to meet that I did not want to fuck or suck. I turned to look at them. My man was supposed to be in his thirties. These four were thick set, forties or fifties, bald and around six feet tall, scruffily dressed and smirking. One of them was black. I froze to the spot, the black man taking the lead in approaching me. 'You advertised for pain you little white slut bitch and you are going t get it, right up your nice little skirt, you fu-king whore We'll f-cking humiliate you.' Then he slapped my face hard. I felt like a lamb, weak and about to be slaughtered.