I have had this brewing in my head for a few days and so I finally decided to write it out. Apologies for any grammar, punctuation mistakes and if the writing is bad. Open to suggestions and thoughts.
I don't run but right now I need to cause if you catch me I am gonna be in a lot of trouble. I knew when I sent the picture of me with my toys in I would land myself a punishment. What I didn't expect was you telling me "If you can run, hide, and I not find you then you won't be punished. But if I do be prepared for me to break you and cross lines you only fantasize about being crossed." So now I am running for my life in the nature reserve that has no cameras and very few visitors this time of year. Frantically scanning for hiding places, knowing that I would need to stop breathing for you not to find me. But the twisted part of my brain wants you to find me cause I crave you breaking me and leading me into the depths of my own depravity. After a while of running I hear the air horn you brought to signal that my 30 minute head start is over. Finally I see it there in the distance two hiding spots far away from each other. If I pick one it leaves a 50/50 shot of not being found. If I keep running I may not have a chance. My lungs are burning and I know I can't sustain forward movement much longer. I go with my gut I go to the hiding spot on the left, hoping that you didn't plan that out. As my breathing evens out I wait. After 10 minutes I hear you taunting me outside. I pray. I hear you getting closer and I curse myself that I didn't go right instead. I wait with bated breath, I don't hear you and I can't see anything from my hiding spot. Next thing I know you have your hands on me and I know I have lost but still I fight. "The more you struggle the worse it will be." I go limp. You grab handcuffs and place them on my wrists tight, next you secure a gag and a hood. I can't see any of what comes next and I feel the drool collecting on my shirt and tits. I hear the tape as you pull it from the roll and feel as you wrap my ankles and knees. I can't move, I can't see, I can't speak. You pick me up and start walking, I don't know where we are going but I know it's not gonna end overly well for me. Your mood was grey this morning and I purposefully disobeyed the rules. I hear gravel underfoot and the car lock beep. You place me inside what I assume is the trunk when I hear the door close. I listen intently I hear your door close but its muffled, the car starts and we move. I lose all track of distance and time. My shirt is becoming drenched and my body aches. I regret not wearing a bra and panties this morning. The car stops and the door closes. Your hands grab me and throw me over your shoulders. I hear your footsteps on stairs. I have no clue where we are but its not home. You put me down in a corner, "Stay there and stay on your knees." I do as told. You are setting things up cause there is a lot of noise I can't place. Finally you walk over to me. You cut the tape off and remove the cuffs. I feel the heavy posture collar on my neck. You don't remove the hood or the gag, my clothes come off and I am completely exposed. My adrenaline is pumping. Fear and excitement competing over what will dominate. You pull on the collar and lead me where you want me. My hips are against some kind of bar as you bend me over vacant air. My hands find another bar I use it to hold myself up. You are behind me. You lock my feet into place with my legs spread, from this angle you have access to my holes. You grab my hands and secure them straight out in front of me on the other bar. I am stretched forward yet unable to move an inch. You put something through the collar ring and pull my head is now facing forward instead of down. I can't help the tears that come as my muscles ache from their positions. "Now are you ready for your punishment slut?" I can't say anything or move I am completely at your mercy, and right now you have none. I feel your hands on my tits, you attach a milking pump to them. The pressure and pain are all I can focus on and then I feel it. You have moved behind me. A metal hook is being teased into my ass. Once it's in you attach it to my collar it pulls tight. I am so turned on I can feel it dripping out of my pussy. That is when the first strike of the flogger hits perfectly on my thighs. "Pain is a pleasure and bad girls only deserve pain." I lose count of all the strikes, but marks and heat bloom across my ass, my thighs, my calves, my back, and my pussy. Right as I think you are done you bring down the cane. You know it's my least favorite of your instruments so you don't bring it down as hard as the flogger or a belt. You pay my ass, thighs, and pussy attention before you bring the cane to tap on my tits. My sobs are muffled by the gag and hood. I know I am not allowed to look yet, you save that until the end when I can look at myself and beg to be ruined further. My dripping cunt has made a mess of my thighs and the floor. You mock me for loving the pain. For getting right to the edge of cumming from it.
Still formulating the rest but here is what I have so far.