I'll begin with the fact that this particular scene took close to 2 months to negotiate and complete.  The quality and safety of the scene relies entirely on the skill of negotiation.  This is not something for the inexperienced Top to attempt, unless safety is not an issue, nor any realism is expected. 

     Wishestobeused (aka WTBU),  put up a pretty good fight.   I'll venture to say she was the best fighter I've had in almost 10 years.   My hands and forearms are marked up from her using sticks to try to stab me.   Eventually , my Spyderco Endura slid from my pocket, popped open and was against her throat.  She decided to calm down a bit.   I then used the knife to open her shirt up, exposing her breasts to me, as I lay on top of her in the dirt. 

       I was dripping sweat on her, as I continued to slap her face and tits.  I noticed a smear of mud on her right tit,  from my forearm which was muddy from dirt and sweat.  My knees are now cut from pinning her down and holding her for so long.  I kept trying to get her to fight, using up energy, while I used my body weight to weigh her down.  I kept one hand over her mouth and another around her throat, when I wasn't busy gropping her or fighting off the sticks.  :)  

      Damn if the little fuckin bitch diddn't get her hands on a full 16 oz soda, that bounced with a thud, off my chest.   I later fucker her with it.   I started to pour it on her, but decided against making her any more slippery than she already was.   Plus there were enough mosquitos and other bugs trying to get their piece of us, without being soaked in "sugar-water".

       She was a fiesty one, and ended up with my knife after I pocketed it, so I would have two free hands.  Of course she never opened it, because I took it back away from her.   I eventually "lost" the knife, when she slipped it from my pocket and apparently tried to toss it far away.  I saw it glimmering in the street light, from within the shadows of the pickup. 

      She finally curled up in a ball of filthy, grimy shame.... The leaves and sticks tangled in her long hair only served to make her nude, dirty body, appear even more defeated...All her holes had been violated by my fat, ruthless cock.  

      We enjoyed some peaceful conversation afterward, and I even gave her a tour of my private dungeon, which left a hell of alot of dirt on the carpet... lol 

     Like many who find BDSM and related activities attractive, my interests revolve around childhood memories.  Some of these I'll share here....

     I remember the elder men of my family, and including my own father, having distinct control and authority over the family.  The women and children were mere wall paper in their conversations. 

     Some of the men even spanked their wives for bad behavoir.  Over the knee, fully clothed, legs dangling in the air.

     The men all worked while the women stayed home, cooking, cleaning, running errands, making appointments, handling the kids and their school activities etc...

     Some of the incidents that occured inside, would definately be considered domestic abuse and domestic violence by todays standards, which is only a few decades later.

      I also remember the dectective magazines on the store shelves, usually with with a beautiful woman bound helplessy on the cover.  Some of the older cartoons had charactors bound to railroad tracks, trees and chairs.  

      These memories have lived inside my entire life and helped to mold what I am today. 

       I crave to live these times now.  Of course we cannot run from modern technology, and why would we want to ?  

     I end as abruptly as I began.  Have a nice day. :)