Hep Me! Hep Me!

For this month’s Multi Mistress Blog Post, the topic is Favorite Role Play Calls. Being a reality based Fem Dom, role play isn’t my strongest suit. However an email I received last month from a gent piqued my imagination.  Explaining that for years he had been unsuccessful finding a phone sex partner to play the role, he was unsure where to look next.

I assured him that contacting an LDW Mistress would mean that if I could not fulfill his needs, I would suggest another Lady, who could do the job. As he laid out his fantasy phone session, I began to form the story in my mind – and felt confident that this could be a fun time. 

With some research under my belt, I found the right scenario and began to weave a special tale, that proved to be, the right direction.

Hep Me! Hep Me!

With the car locked and an empty cup to illegally gather a few blooms, I set out for a short walk about, before the sun set slowly in the big western sky. Choosing flowers unknown to me, I hardly noticed the twilight, as I stepped carefully around a shallow dip in the land. Hearing the night frogs beginning to sing, I turned to start back to the car. I could see it just over the rise, and the lights from the big rigs splashing across it, told me I best get moving. Striding purposely while I dug for the apple in my purse, I felt my foot sink into some soft sand, to my ankle.

My new pump began to pull away from my foot as I struggled to pull my foot out. Bending over I grabbed at my calf, and jerked, succeeding to only push myself off balance and sink even deeper into the sand. Not yet ready to panic, I stood still and assessed the problem. Almost dark, and a football field away from the interstate, I rummaged in my bag, only to remember my cell phone was plugged into the charger, and of little help. Sinking further into the sand pit, I flipped through old scraps of information; collected and filed in my brain, hoping to remember something about quick sand.

Stay calm, all the books said. It isn’t bottomless it only feels that way. Quicksand! That nightmare from childhood cartoons, began to play with my fears and make my heart beat unnaturally fast. Was that my voice, calling out shrilly? The damsel in distress, nearing panic cries out Hep Me Hep Me.
Quicksand! I would never live this down, the Mistress, dressed to the nines, and knee high in muck. Oh this is one story that would be told, over and over – if I couldn’t find my way out of this.  Scanning the road, I tried not to think about my 200$ sling backs, one of them now gone forever, and prayed someone would stop to check an empty car on the side of the road. Pointing my toes down, I tried to feel for the bottom and hoped the tractor- trailer slowing down would pull over. Dang. That was the 4th one to go past.

Just as the last pinks of the setting sun began to deepen to blue and my foot began to throb, I heard the squeal of air brakes and a flatbed ramble up behind my car. Flicking my lighter and holding it as high as I could, I threw what ever shred of pride I had left, and screamed like Pauline tied to the railroad tracks.

Hep Me Please – I yelled over the distance. Waving my arms only worsened the situation, and I felt my other foot slipping over the edge, and I began to cry. Words became keening as the darkness enveloped me, and lighter began to sputter. Noises in the grass came to me slowly and a beam of a flashlight danced over the field.  Keep yelling – the voice called, as it got closer – I got you.

Joy caught in my throat, as I looked up to see a rough face staring down at me, laughing. Quicksand! Well Missy, looks like you got yourself in a mess of trouble, stuck there up to your thighs. Fear and anger ran through me in equal measure when he noticed my skirt hitched up and reveling the tops of my stockings. Trepidation made my hands shake as I reached up to lifted to my feet, not knowing if this person was my salvation, or the beginning of something worse than quicksand.

Oh he was strong, picking me up as if I weighed no more than a doll. Carrying me cradled in his arms, he moved quickly across the field, and set me on the roof of my car. Still crying, he rubbed my back while I gathered up my sanity, and tried to laugh. Wiping my face with his sleeve I babbled out my gratitude, and looked into the deepest blue eyes I had ever seen. Glancing at him as he stepped back, I could see him clearer in the bright headlights and knew I was safe.

Not caring who saw, I stripped off my silt- covered stockings and tossed them, along with my one remaining pump, into the bar ditch. My beautiful skirt was ruined, my hair matted with sweat, but my hero didn’t seem to notice anything by my now nakid thighs, shining pure white in the moonlight. He cleared his throat and asked if I wanted him to call anyone for me.  No I said, as I tried to pull myself back together, I was late already, and should be on my way.

As he helped me back into my car, he pressed a card in my hand and whispered – another place, another time. Ignoring the flashing on my cell phone, that reminded me I would be missed, I watched his truck fall further behind me on the hill – and thought about another place, and another time.

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