My master told me we where going out for the day and to pack light, not to wear too many clothes but make myself discreet. My bag contained my usual tricks, a vibe, my butt plug, a blindfold and a packet of wipes. I wore my leather harness, collar, boots and long red coat for cover. My master picked me up and we drove, I wasn't getting told any plans for the day, I was being kept in dark, not allowed to know what lay ahead. We must of drove for over an hour, through lanes that would only accomodate 1 car, I was beginning to feel anxious. My master noticed the fear beginning to show in my face, he seemed to glow with anticipation. All I could do was recall memories of conversations we'd had, trying to work out what he had in store, had I given him any hints of what I wanted, it was like Christmas trying to guess what was under the pretty paper. We shifted into a deeper darker wooded area but still no sign of slowing down. Where was he taking me, this journey had no signs of a pretty picnic in a field. Eventually we slowed as we entered what looked like a derelict farm, plenty of empty buildings that hadn't seen life in many a year. We stopped, I was instructed to carry my bag and walk toward the barn, not to look back. As I entered the barn it was littered with old farm contraptions, in the far corner was an old butchers block type table, thick wood but showing signs of age. I lay my bag on the floor and walked around the barn, getting a feel of it's history, smelling the hay, I began to relax. Finally my master arrived with his large bag of tricks, he had a look in his eye, like he was on some sort of mission. This both excited and frightened me. He took my hand and moved me over to the far side, there where 2 metal hooks hanging on the wall. He cuffed me and stood me on a crate while reaching and hooking me to the wall. My master began to play, licking my nipples, teasing my clit, biting my bum. He then brought out his floggers and spent the next 10 minutes flogging my chest, my clit and my thighs. Once I had calmed from this intense session I was blindfolded and turned around to face the wall, still standing on the crate. My senses hightened, I could smell the field, the damp and my master, unsure what lay ahead once again, why so secretive and so isolated? I heard footsteps, crunching on brambles and snapping on twigs, it sounded further away from where master had stood. My skin tightened at the thought that somebody else was with us. Suddenly I felt hot breath down my neck, a tongue kissing my back and a cock rubbing up against my arse. I had a deep feeling this was someone I didn't know, my aura was tingling with excitement and fear. My master began to feed instructions to this stranger, telling him to finger me and make me scream, then to wank against me, teasing me. This stranger was vocal, I instantly knew he was aroused, I could tell he wanted more. My master was at my front, fingering me, kissing my breasts and telling me to be a good slut and to do whatever our guest asked. Our 'guest' started to finger my arse as my master fingered my pussy, my hair was being pulled and the mysterious guy told me he wanted me, my master told me to do as I was told! Eventually after much teasing our guest shoved his cock into my pussy, thrusting hard and fast, my master wanked against my clit while licking my breasts. The stranger pulled my hair as he fucked me, hanging on like his life depended on it. My master came, covered me in cum and rubbing it in all over my belly and chest. All I could hear was groaning from both front and rear, our guest pulled out and splurted cum all over my back and arse, slapping my arse and moaning. I was dripping on both sides, covered in hot slimy man juice and unable to see. Our guest stepped back and watched as master unchained me from the wall, moved me to the thick wooden table and lay me down. Master fucked me hard and fast, I could feel him hardening, about to cum. Once again I was covered in cum, my master wanking it out all over me and telling me what a dirty slut I was. It went quiet, I guess our guest had gone, I could hear master rooting in my bag, he passed me my wipes and told me to clean myself up as I was dirty. He dressed and packed and took me by my hand, leading me back to the car. We drove home, in silence.