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LET IT RAIN

I see Lady Torrent roughly five times a year. If I’m lucky. Only during the autumn months and only on rainy days. However, the rain may be pouring down, but that does not necessarily mean She wants to see me. If She does, She will send me an email with the time and place where we will meet the next day. It’s not a request, it’s an order.
You see, I have a big fetish for Women in shiny raincoats. A shiny raincoat makes my cloud burst, if you know what I mean. Lady Torrent has me wrapped around Her finger because She has bought several gorgeous raincoats (with my money, needless to say).
Yesterday, we met in Soggy Forest, because She wanted me to be naked to the umbrella shaft. She had me collared and leashed, ordered me down on my knees and took me for a walk, aka a crawl. Crawling on moss and grass is quite lovely, crawling through thick mud, deep puddles and over rocks and fallen branches not so much. But Lady Torrent was, as always, willing to lend a firm hand. And foot. Meanwhile, the rain kept bucketing down.
Halfway through the crawl She ordered me to stand up, wrapped Her arm around my throat in a chokehold and squeezed the bejesus. The squeaking and crackling sound of Her PCV coat turned my dick into a full grown Redwood tree. The universe was now rotating around my cock. Or I was getting lightheaded. Probably the latter.
Seconds later Her riding crop rained down on my soaking wet skin.
Autumn Delight!
slave Larry

RAIN OR SHINE

An incoming text message woke him up from a deep sleep.
Come to My house AT ONCE!! Come by bicycle!!!!!
He frowned. Why on earth did he have to use his bike?? Then he heard the rain pattering against the window and the penny dropped. Wicked, wicked Lady! Her message sounded urgent, so he jumped out of bed like an acrobatic flea, grabbed his clothes, his rain suit and a towel (She hated dripping slaves, man, She really did).
It wasn’t raining, it was bucketing down. The night was stormy as well and he had to be careful not to be blown over. By the time he got to Her house, he was panting like a marathon runner with hemorrhoids. He went to the shed, took off his rain gear, dried his hair, face and hands with the towel and knocked on the backdoor.
You took your time, She thundered with a lot of headwind.
I’m so sorry, Mi-
Yeah, yeah, I heard it all before. Get your lazy ass inside, get the dustpan & brush and sweep that up. She pointed at the few grains of sugar on the kitchen floor. He didn’t frown (wise), didn’t raise his eyebrows (wise too) and didn’t ask (wise again); he grabbed the dustpan & brush and swept the floor. It took him less than twenty seconds.
Good! Now, get out and go home. I’m tired and I want to go to bed. Move it!