Go to the mud

You briefly way the risks of following the voice of another stranger, but there’s something about her (2 large somethings) that makes you wan’t to take the chance. You take a moment to waddle your body in order to turn towards her direction, but you’re soon facing the right path and begin to make your way.

“Oh! Look at you!” You hear her shout as you approach. “Yeah, come on! Plenty of mud for the both of us.”

The closer you get, the more you can see of the mud covered woman. She doesn’t seems to be bound in a suit like you are, as you can see patches of skin between the splattered mud. In fact, it doesn’t seem like she’s wearing anything at all as you can clearly make out her erect nipples, resting just above the pool’s surface. Her face throws you for a moment, as she is stunning in a way you’d never thought you’d find attractive until now. Her entire head is shaved, what you can only assume is some kind of skin matching rubber, sits on top of her ears making them pointed, and her most notable feature is her nose, which seems to have some kind of piercing that lifts her nostrils up, linking them to another piercing on the bridge of her nose.

“Beautiful, aren’t I?” She says as you notice you’ve been staring at her.

“You can just call me Babe!” She says as her body begins to drift closer to you. “I know it’s not very original, but I think it fits me well.”

You’re unsure of how to respond as you remain at the edge of the mud pool, watching her get closer and closer to you until the two of you are close enough to touch.

“Well I guess you can’t really call me anything.” She says, tapping the gag in your mouth with her muddy finger. “You’re either really into being dominated, or you really pissed someone here off. I guess both things could always be true.” She laughs as her bouncing breasts lightly splash you with mud.

“They don’t want me talking either, but the rules aren’t enforced as much out here on the farm.” She says as she leans back, almost as if floating. “Besides, I’ve been coming here so long, I practically own the place.”

She continues to playfully splash in the mud as she smiles at you.

“Come on in and join me!” She says, this time purposely splashing you with mud. “It’s all mineral mud, good for your skin, not that any of it will touch your skin with all that gear on.”

You continue to stand there, a bit hesitant.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let you drown.” She says, reaching her hand out to lightly stroke the side of your face. “I’ll even hold you if need be.”

Every part of her is signaling you to join, but do you?