May 13, 2010: At Harpers shop

Even with Google directions I had a hard time finding her place; it’s in a rural area. I didn’t get there until about 11:00, 30 minutes late. There are some other houses around though none particularly close. Her shop is in an old building maybe 50-60 feet behind her house and that’s where I found her.

She didn’t exactly greet me with open arms, asked why I was late, I explained. She didn’t seem particularly pleased. She told me to wander around while she finished making something. It’s a cluttered environment and several bare bulbs hanging from the ceiling to illuminate the place. It’s not air conditioned and has some big fans to move air around. Her only positive comment was that a dressed up femme type made a nice contrast to the surroundings.

She finished what she was doing, came over slapped my face and kissed my lips hard, pulled my tits out of my tank top, bit my nipples and ran her hand under my mini and stuck 2 fingers in my cunt. She pulled my top and mini off, leaving me in heels and hose.

She attached metal ankle cuffs on me, about 12-15 inches of chain between them. These stayed on the entire time I was there. She gave me a pair of work gloves and for probably an first hour she made me do grunt work for her; organizing pieces of metal, throwing scraps in a barrel, stacking stuff, sweeping the floor. There was a pile of cement blocks in one corner of the place. She had me move them to another corner and when I’d done that she had me move them back where they were originally. Frustrating. I worked my ass off until my body was bathed in sweat. Hot, miserably hot. Temp reached 90 in her shop but she did insist that I drink lots of water. She loved to see me sweat.

When I finished that, she shut the door to her shop, locked it and had me take her jeans and work boots off. I kissed her pussy, did what she told me to do very slowly and methodically until she told me to eat her. I also held the blunt end of a dildo in my teeth and fucked her. She seemed to have some strong orgasms. She put on a strappy and I sucked that while she played with my hair.

She asked if I’d had an enema this morning which I hadn’t. She partially dressed, went into the house, came back with her bag. I had to lie on my back and give myself the enema while she watched. When I had to expel, I crawled outside the back door of the shop and released and also pissed in a bunch of weeds. I wiped off with wet paper towels.

Back inside she put me on all 4’s and fucked my ass, the strappy sticking through the opening in her jeans like she was some man. I’m learning she is big on prolonged ass fucking, particularly when it’s what she calls squeaky clean. When she’d worn my asshole out, she switched to my cunt and fucked me through 2 orgasms. This whole time sweat was dripping off me. She finished by bringing the strappy to my mouth.

We kind of did nothing for a while, drank lots of water, I peed outside again and then she needed to get back to work.

To occupy me, she put the anal hook in my ass, cuffed my hands in front of me with leather cuffs, ran a rope from the end of the hook, threw it over a pulley screwed into an overhead beam and then down thru the d-ring of the cuffs. She hoisted my arms up until they were well above my head, forearms adjacent to my cheekbones, then ran the rest of the rope back thru the pulley and tied it off again at the open eyelet of the anal hook.

She stood back and watched. I quickly felt the tension in my raised arms. If I lowered my arms it increased the pressure on the hook in my ass. If I raised my arms above my head fully to relieve the pressure of the hook in my ass, my arms got tired. I quickly found that I was trapped between the pain in my ass and the tiredness in my arms mostly because of that damn pulley. She had this diabolical look on her face then went back to work, watched me, asked if I was suffering. Sometimes she’d whip my thighs and ass, not hard but just to make me more uncomfortable. She’d finger me, make me cumm, attached some kind of funky metal clips to my nipples to increase the discomfort. I told her I was tired and aching. She didn’t care, only said she was enjoying watching me.

She made a couple of phone calls, talked to somebody, I have no idea who, but heard my name mentioned. She worked some more, frigged off once. I know a lot of time passed. I pissed in the dirt. Once she went into her house for something.

When she finished what she was working on she told me she was horny again from watching me sweating and suffering. When she untied me and removed the hook I sank to the floor totally exhausted. She lowered her jeans again and I ate her pussy and ass. She hauled me back to a wire mesh cage where she has some stuff stored, locked me in a cage and left me while she worked. That’s when she thought I’d stay the night. I kept telling her I could not. She got so pissed at me, she opened the cage, had me suck her pussy, pissed on me then gagged me and tied my hands behind me. At this point I figured I was fucked.

Finally about 5:30 she unlocked the door and told me I could dress and go provided I promised to come back. She reminded me she knows where I live. She kissed me hard again, rammed fingers in my cunt and frigged me off. I wiped off with wet rags, threw my mini and top on. Hose were ruined, I left them there.

She’s a different Harper on her own turf … enthusiastic and goes straight for what she wants. It’s been a while since I’ve been with someone who got so much please from my personal discomfort and pain.