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Chapter 2
Driving into the city park and seeing a host of cars already present in the parking lot immediately deflated my bravado like a balloon pricked by a pin. While not the sissy Mistress seemed resolutely certain I was, -- or at least was set on transforming me into, I had no fondness for offending those with no affinity for my kinky propensities. In my own opinion, it was only rational that I felt more than a little adverse to the idea of making a perverted spectacle of myself in a public place. Sure I well understood that a healthy appetite for some of the kinkier aspects of sexuality did not equate to perversion yet I was also quite crystal on the reality than many of the fine members of kink-challenged society would beg to differ. Still something inside, perhaps the last vestiges of male ego that Mistress had not yet succeeded in exorcising, compelled me to park and get out of the car. Certainly the incessant buzzing in my behind contributed to my resoluteness of purpose, and grim determination to proceed in spite of the inherent risks attached to my plan, given the generous number of strollers, joggers and hikers in attendance.
Being familiar with the park, I determined that my best course of action lay with a nature trail that meandered through the forested perimeter of the park and I felt somewhat confident I could find a suitable spot for my inaugural performance. Yet, doubts about the wisdom of my decision dogged my heels like a persistent terrier as I set foot on the graveled pathway leading into the nearby glen. Within a hundred yards I had already encountered several people. Fortunately by happenstance I had selected suitable attire consistent with a person taking a light morning stroll in the park and thus would not raise any suspicion as to me real intent.
On the drive, deep in thought my turgid member had subsided to a degree, yet had never achieved perfect flaccidity. Already, however, the circumstances, the vibe and the mission before me had fully awakened the thing from its near slumber and it eagerly anticipated vigorous flagellation. A few more hundred feet brought me to a point where there was a thick copse of trees and undergrowth perhaps a stones throw distant from the trail. It certainly showed promise as a venue for my naughty intentions. Trudging through the underbrush off-trail I choose a spot and carefully rotated 360 degrees and scanned. Satisfied that there was sufficient foliage present to screen my activities, I slipped the shorts to my ankles, the panties to my knees and set about the task before me. Gripping my throbbing manhood in my right hand I began to stroke, continuing to scan side to side to guard against impending approach by some fellow nature enthusiast. I was standing with me knees as part apart as was possible given the restrictive effects of my clothing, by bottom in firm contact with the rough bark of a tree that I used to shield myself from view of the nearby trail.
Despite my earlier misgivings I was soon in the spirit of the thing and moved with some rapidity towards my goal. Just as the edge hove into view and testamentary drops of watery, milky-white fluid began to ooze from my tip, something zipped past my vision in a blur and I noticed an intruder light upon the tip of my swollen prick. Before I was able to move and swat the offending interloper from my turgid appendage, I felt a sharp burning sensation on the head of my cock. While processing the intense sudden pain, I looked up and only then noticed that there was a cloud of angry hornets encircling my head. Apparently I had unknowingly bumped against a hornet's nest attached to the tree during my throes of arousal.
My first instinct was to flee in order to avoid getting stung again remembering too late the inconvenient present arrangement of my clothing and so with the first sudden step I went sprawling headfirst onto the ground, my head absorbing a nasty blow from a rock it contacted during the fall. As I lay face down trying to regain my senses from the blow to the head, I was spurred once again to action when I sustained a second hornet sting on my tender, exposed ass. Quickly getting to my hands and knees, I frantically clawed for purchase, crawling as rapidly as possible towards the trail to escape the angry stinging insects. Wounded, bleeding, scraped and sweating profusely, I finally gained the trail, near the point of collapse.
In retrospect, I can't say that it was all that surprising when seconds later, the female jogger rounded the bend, took one glance at the by now filthy man with blood flowing from his head, shorts and frilly female panties around his ankles, an ominous looking electrical wire protruding from his butt, on hands and knees in the middle of the trail blocking her passage, issued forth a blood curdling scream before spinning and sprinting back the way she had came. Forcing myself to my feet, I grabbed at the shorts and knickers, haphazardly pulling them up to cover my nakedness, and then in the manner of a drunken sailor, I lurched up the trail towards the parking lot.
Finally wheezing and panting for breath, I arrived at my car. Luckily my keys hadn't fallen out of the pocket of my shorts during the melee.
Only after getting the car unlocked did I realize that the remote control was dangling and had been dragging behind me from the cord outside my shorts but the vibe was still buzzing valiantly along despite the rough treatment the toy had absorbed during my flight. I stuffed the control in my pocket, jumped into the car, turned the ignition and burned rubber backing out of the parking space. Quickly I accelerated away from the parking lot, fearing that a mob of angry citizens would soon descend on the crazed, perverted would-be rapist who had been lying in wait on the trail intent on de-flowering some innocent passing female jogger. Although that was unadulterated fiction, I felt fairly certain that by the time that jogger came across someone during her own flight of terror, and rendered her tale, that would be the conclusion quickly arrived at. I was in no mood to explain myself to an angry lynch mob bent on spilling blood so the faster I could get some distance between me and that park, the better I would feel.
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