Copyrighted: 01/2000
Part 2

I kneel there looking up at you with big brown eyes and my wrists cuffed. My eyes are cock height and your swollen member is throbbing doing little jumps with each throb. “Oh but he tastes, so good, yum.”

We are spending this warm summer day, our only real day together, and a long way back in a bush, at this secret place from my childhood. We are lunching in the remnants of my branch fort. It has been abandoned for
years, but it is still partially here and still my most favorite quiet place in the world. I think we all have them, that place that stays with us as we grow-up that never quite leaves us from our childhood. The one we visit when we need a refuge from the world. This is mine here on the shore of a fast moving creek nestled at the bottom of a steep hill in this forest of oak,
maple, and ironwood with a scattering of white birch. It was a pretty place way back then and it has not lost any of its appeal over the years. The trees have matured, some have fallen the undergrowth is now a tangle where it used to be pastured keeping the floor of the bush virtually clean. The long and the short of it is; this is still my special place.

When we decided that we would take our secret cyber master / slave relationship real, we needed somewhere that was far from prying eyes and yet still close enough that you, my master could fly in early and leave late in the same day. While there was only one spot in the whole world that met all the criteria and that is here, my special place. Hence we are here.

It is about 11 AM and although early we have toasted each other with a glass of white wine but our luncheon of cheeses and crackers though unpacked is forgotten. Fortunately it is still wrapped. I look at it. I would
like just taste of it as I  can never resist Brie. My mouth watering I ask hopefully, “Master D shall I unwrap our lunch.” 

“No Misty, in fact I want you to repack in its cooler.” I look up terrified.  Have I done something to displease you? A single tear overflows my left eye giving away my terror. You lean down from your great height and pat my left cheek and wipe the lone tear away, “No, my sweet slave you have done nothing to displease me. I just think you will be better not to have anything in your stomach.” Completing the statement you bend, take out a ball gag and hold it up for me to see. “I am going to gag you for this next
part and I don’t want to throw up behind it. Understand. Now be a good girl put all the food away.”

I hold my black leather cuffed hands up thinking you will undo them while I pack everything back into the insulated backpack. You just shake your head. I am amazed at how difficult it is to move about with my hands firmly cuffed in front of me, as I go about my domestic duties. 

All done, I turn to see you lazily leaning against one of the two invading trees in my fort. You are just watching me with a laconic look twirling the gag, my gag. Finished, I stand and look at you. The instant I do it I realize my mistake my eyes have really met yous. Your expression never changes
your right hand with the gag it in swings out in an arc and squarely makes contact with my left cheek. I fall to the ground, unable to break my fall with my wrists cuffed, landing hard on my right side, crushing the leaves, a musty, earthy smell envelopes me, the twigs either bend or break depending on their decomposition. I lie there and groan in pain, my hands go to my injured cheek; I am looking for blood, there is none. Just for a moment I am really afraid. Terror rolls through me and my teeth chatter. Unbidden the tears flow. ‘What have I gotten myself into? How am I going
to get through this? You dumb ass, Misty you told no one your plans for the day. To think I trusted him enough to go through with this and then he does this, you stupid bitch.’ All these thoughts have flashed through my mind in milliseconds. 

I watch your lithe frame move quickly to my side and I cower attempting to move away. “Misty, I will not hurt you again, but I have spent hours teaching you your role and in all our training you know you are never to
meet my eyes when we are in scene. Now come here, let me look at it. It shouldn’t be too bad; I know it hurts now, but I think your pride is hurt more than you are physically. There isn’t even a bump but here let me kiss it, all better.” You lean in and with your strong arms you pull me against you, as if I weigh nothing and brush the debris off and give me the
gentlest kiss on my poor cheek. “There, there, now dry those tears.”

Wrapped in my master’s arms I close my eyes as I realize that my body has liked being struck. I am, my body is going into spontaneously climax. My hands wrap around your arm as I live in my orgasm, only conscious of it. You hold me and murmur, “You are a hot painslut, aren’t you, Misty? I was about to give you another chance to cancel this scene, but I don’t think
that is necessary, is it? Humm?” 

I slowly calm down, the throes of climax lessening into little spasms. I lie back in your arms and nuzzle into your neck and rest. You just hold me for a few minutes, quietly as we listen to the cacophony of the forest’s creatures. “Ready, Misty?” I nod and we disengage ourselves, you stand and hold out your hands to me. Taking them, you pull me effortlessly up to
stand before you. Having learned a very valuable lesson, I lower my eyes. You lean forward and kiss my eyes, kissing my wet eyelashes. You reach around and slap my bare ass first on the right side then the left cheek, hard slaps. I gasp at the suddenness but only bite my lower lip to keep it from quivering. 

You step back and retrieve the ball gag and facing me say, “Open Misty.” I open my mouth, “Wider.” I do as you order and watch as what seem likes like a ball with straps on it moves into my mouth. It pushes my tongue down and somewhat back. It feels huge. It sort of gags me and I panic. You move behind me and attach the straps pulling it into my mouth deeper; it makes my eyes tear and I breath faster. But I relax at your words. “Relax, Misty you are OK.”

I didn’t know you had it until it is lowered over my eyes, your blindfold settles down over my eyes. Blackness over takes me. It is soft, maybe velvet or satin. ‘No, it is velvet.’ I am cut off. Sound is the only sensation left to me besides feel. You didn’t tell me what to expect, except you have assured me that you will not hurt me. 

I guess you can read my mind, “ Remember, you trust me. I am your Master, not your tormenter and I will not hurt you, beyond what you want or beyond what you can take. Remember the contract we drew up before we agreed to meeting. You will be perfectly OK, and the stimulation and orgasms you are going to experience will be like nothing you have ever experienced. It will be based on pure sensation, Misty, you must stay
relaxed enough that I can move you around without hurting you.” 

My Master is here gently running his hands down my back and giving my nose a kiss, enough to say ‘You are OK.” I lie there listening to the lovely quiet of the bush, everything all muffled expect for the sweet sound of the yellow finch in the tree above and the sound of my precious creek as it tumbles over the rocks.

You propel me to the blanket; I trip over a branch as I step on the blanket. You let me sort of tumble onto the blanket. I think I am facing south towards the back wall. I lay there feeling the rough wool blanket on my back. Every nerve ending is on alert, waiting. Waiting for what? I do not have long to wait. You roll me over onto my stomach, but first you have pulled my arms up above my head by the chain between the cuffs
because you didn’t touch me, yet I sensed you there; maybe it was that I felt the heat radiating off you. You are pulling hard enough that I feel the pressure on my armpits.

You tied it off to something, when I move my hand I can feel rope, thick rope. ‘Wow you are really pulling.’ You pull me up, closer to you, to the wall.  My head is turned to the right. Once turned you pat the back of it. Nothing. 

I feel the blanket being pulled away from my lower left leg. Your hairy leg brushes against my leg, ever, such a light touch, must be accidental it is so
fleeting. My leg tingles where you touch it. It electrifies my whole being. You lift my foot and place something around my leg, it is pulled tight around my leg. You run your hand up and down my leg, teasingly.
You obviously move away; the blanket retouches my shin. ‘What? What is that, oh.’ You are pulling my leg out, away from the other. How far I cannot be sure until I feel the tension on the inside of my thigh. ‘What is that tendon called?’ I muse. I am not surprised when you kneel next to my right leg, taking my foot, lifting it, clamping a restraint onto my ankle. What is strange is that without my sight I cannot tell how wide the restraint it is, but I am sure it is wider than the handcuffs but likely matches them. ‘Yeah that’s it, like my wrist restraints.’ Now you winch outward my right leg, pulling it out wide, the tension is great.

It flashes through my mind; no that’s not true; I cannot get it out of my mind; you can see everything; all of my most private, of private parts and there is nothing I can do. For a time there is nothing. Time stands still when I have nothing to gauge it by. ‘How long has there been nothing, Gawd, it seems like forever. Oh my Gawd, you have left me.’ I panic. My
breathing becomes shallow and fast, I know I am hyperventilating, but I can’t. The air rushes loudly through my nostrils. ‘You must get control of yourself, Misty!’ 

You must drop on your knees beside me in a flop and you pat the back of my head and rub my back. “SHHHH, SHHHH, baby, you are OK.” You sound just like you do during our phone conversations. Your actions have
reassured me and I relax and start to breath slower and deeper, though still lightheaded from my rapid breathing. 

You slap my ass and move away, I can almost hear you chuckling. ‘Where did he go this time?’ but I don’t panic this time. ‘OW, OWWW, oh, Gawd, that hurts. What are he doing? Two, three…….. four……. five on my left
cheek, one, two…… three, four….. five on my right cheek. I scream until my throat aches and yet no sound is emitted. My ass cheeks are on fire. It must be the flail that you use because it covers such a wide area. ‘How can I take it? Can I take it?’ Nothing for a few minutes just my hot ass cheeks with the breeze feeling cool on my hot flesh. Time stands still the pain ebbs
and wanes, at first it just grows, getting more intense. I must be  unconsciously pulling on my restraints for my arms and legs hurt, ache, with deep muscle tension. 

It, the pain, is changing, it is rolling through me, settling deep inside me. Deep inside my vagina, in my cunt the pain settles not as pain but as a wonderful glow that ignites my passion. Lying there totally isolated, no one touching me, I feel my clit expand and unhood, my labia opens, my cunt is open, ready. The walls of vagina go into convulsion. I ride my climax to its zenith. spontaneously I cum, experiencing living this orgasm that is like no other orgasm. It seems to go on and on.

In my mind’s eye I visualize you leaning against the tree watching and waiting. You have your massive hard cock in your hands. I don’t think you will come, but close. I am still experiencing the spasms, and I think of you and your fine cock.

A whip strikes from my asshole to my clit. Even while I scream in my head with the pain, my body likes it and explodes in yet another orgasm. I lay there drenched in sweat, my orgasm’s juice running out of me like sap out of a tree. I keep expecting more strikes but none come. My body twitches in aftershocks. Time stands still to me.

Finally, I come to rest, spent. My breathing becomes normal. You sit beside my head and finger my cheek and trace my lips. “Misty, you are a worthy slave. I am pleased with how well you respond to my love. Thank you. Now lets get you unhooked and have some lunch, shall we?” You remove my blindfold and undo my ball gag, and then you pull it out of my mouth. “Here you go, have a drink before you try to talk.” You put a water bottle to my lips. I try to guzzle it, but you take it away. “Nope not too much until we get you all undone and on your feet.” Next came my ankles and then my wrists. You rub some circulation back into my feet and hands as you progress. 

Rolling me over onto my back you lean down and kiss me, a deep slow kiss. I am physically spent from your special love. I cuddle close to you and you just hold me telling me how pleased you are with me. You tell me how excited you got just restraining me and how you had to really hold back not to ejaculate while flailing me. “Misty, I was going to cum if I did it one more time, so I stopped, because there is other special places for my cum.” 

I feel so safe in your arms; you treat me in a manner like no other human being has ever done. But I am at peace with myself and with you. This is truly what has been missing from my life. Just before my eyes close, I whisper, “Thank you, Master.” We snuggle in the noonday heat and nap.

I awake to you rustling around setting out our lunch. I lay there with my eyes half open, enjoying watching my master, nude preparing my lunch. Not quite what I expected, you are so much more than I could ever have
imagined. You feel my eyes on you and you turn and smile at me, I blush. I have been starring at your fine cock as it swings as you move; you seem totally unaware of it. Yet to me, it has awakened that area deep in my body that responds to sexual stimulation. As if you read minds you lower eyes to your cock, you put a hand under him as if presenting him to me, you lift him and then taking your other hand you softly rub him. As if talking to yourself, “You are a good boy and you will get what you want before this day is over, you just have to wait old fella.” I couldn’t help but laugh as you and your permanent buddy converse. I roll on the blanket laughing,  absolutely delighted at your exchange.

I stand rubbing my tender cheeks as I walk to you, remembering my  lesson, my eyes not quite meeting yours. “Sweets, lunch is served. Have a seat if you can sit.” You chuckle, you do that thing with your eyebrows I am discovering that you do, that fast up and down not one but both of them. I tenderly sit down and lean against my tree, the rough blanket setting off little shock waves on my poor ass. 

You pass me a plate of mixed cheeses and some crackers; next you pass me a glass of wine. I lean there and sip the wine, definitely faster than I
should, but I need liquids. It cuts into my sore throat, making it sorer than ever. I nibble a little on a piece of Brie and a cracker. I must admit that I
don’t have much of an appetite now.

“You know Misty, there are lots of chicks that say they are into the scene, they aren’t, but you are. You know what it is all about. You loved that, didn’t you? I know that you really got off with me doing that to you. You are as lovely and as worthy in person as you were in cyber. I am really impressed, with you, and with your choice of locales for our meeting, it is
perfect.” You lean forward and kiss me a fleetingly, but you can’t resist twisting my right nipple and holding on to it as you slip back to your seat against the opposite tree; letting go of it, it pops back. Twang.

We finish our lunch and the bottle of wine, just chatting about our separate lives and how special it is to both of us that we connected. It is so
interesting to put visual images to the words that we have shared. We show the other, pictures of our spouses and laugh over our lives. We chat about our work and our interests. Our relationship has not just been the sex, the dominance or my submissiveness; it has been the friendship that we have created that has brought us to this point. We laugh at how we fenced with each other when we first chatted to protect our identity. We spend a lovely hour just chatting, occasionally touching, but more often just being
comfortable with each other like two friends meeting to catch up on our lives, except we are nude and we only met a few hours ago. 

I finally have to move, I must find a quiet place and have a pee. I express this to you and you jump up and hold out your hands to me. Taking your hand I jump to my feet and expect to walk away to a quiet place alone, but that is not to be. “Misty we are spending this day together and that means together, even when we need to do our bodily functions. Which way?” 

“Really? No privacy?” This is unexpected. I hesitate, not sure how to handle this intrusion. 

“Misty the contract for today was that we would spend our whole time together that means all of it? So which way?” You take my hand possessively and start off going east down stream. We walk a considerable
distance considering we are nude. It is the strangest feel to be absolutely nude out here, yet the most natural also. Somehow you make everything seem so natural, so okay. I guess, to make me feel more at ease, you stop and start to urinate turning away just enough so that I do not get sprayed. I am fascinated for this is something that I have never done with anyone share such an intimate moment. I smile, almost laughing at you as you give him a final shake. “Your turn.” You say pointing to a spot clear enough that I can squat. 

I finish peeing, I wipe myself and clean myself with the Tuks pad that I have brought along, I feel brave enough to share my thought with him, “Boy does this bring back memories of years gone by. I used to be quite practiced at this ritual of squatting here and peeing, but haven’t for a long time.” I take the Tuks wipe and package and put them in the Baggie I brought just for that purpose, as they won’t break down and so I take it back with me to protect my bush. We walk arm in arm back, our nudity still a little unsettling outside our fort that is not to say that I do not find it erotic. Once back inside, I busy myself with clean up and put our lunch away yet again. I nibble on some more of my lunch as I pack up, cleaning my plate all up. I am far more relaxed now than I was before our sortie into the forest for our absolutions. I have lost all self-consciousness about our nudity and in fact find it as erotic as all get out. Well I guess that is what it is supposed to be. 

“Misty, come here, please.” I close the pack and saunter over to you. “Kneel down here in front of me, look at my feet.” I kneel as you order, not saying a word, but my mouth has gone dry. You stand there so tall, shoulders back, hands behind your back. I do as you told me only looking at your feet. “Misty, this is the reason we both came here today for our collaring. Are you ready to commit to me? I am not talking about just today; I am talking about for a long time. You have been mine for months now but this will be for real. You will be my slut, my slave, my pleasure slave and I will control you from a long distance, but make no mistake I will control you. There will be times you will be asked to do things that you will find hard to do, but you will do them for me, won’t you? You will not question me. There will be sometimes I require you to come to me and there will be times when I come here, either way you will be available. When I do not require you, you will carry on your life just as you do now. Except with one exception, you will always carry this with you.” Your right hand snakes out from behind you and in your right hand you hold a leather collar; it is wide about two inches, I think, and the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. It is black hand-tooled with lovely silver studs and rhinestones set tastefully in clusters with sturdy looking D rings attached. The clasp is sterling silver or at least it looks like it. 

“Oh Master D, it is so beautiful. I have never seen anything like it before and it is all mine.” I reach up and touch it. I cannot help but wonder what it will feel like around my neck. My left hand involuntarily goes to my throat. I can feel a lump in my throat; I swallow it. “I am so lucky that you chose me, thank you Master D.”

“No thanks necessary Misty, we were destined to meet and come to this moment.” You reach down and take my chin in your left hand and tip my head until I would be looking at you, if I did not avert my eyes. “No, Misty this time you are to look at me, look me right in the eyes.” I gladly and shyly look right into your green eyes; they are really green too, such beautiful eyes. I am lost. 

“Misty it is time, I need your answer will you commit to me? Will you recognize me as your Master?”

My mouth is so dry; I can hardly speak. “Master D, I give myself to you as your pleasure slave.” My words are so soft they are nearly lost in the light breeze. With my declaration you put your collar around my neck. It fits beautifully because you have had me send you my neck measurement. It is heavier that I expected and feels warm as you fasten it closed. “ I am your
slut, Master.” My hands go up around my neck to your collar, no my collar. My clit has swollen and my labia have opened like a butterfly wings as your collar closes on my neck. I feel the rush of female juices running out of me. I bite my lip and a tear escapes, I am so happy, so fulfilled, I have a huge smile on my face.

You lean down and taking my shoulders lift me up to my feet. I stand before my Master for the first time. You hug me close and whisper, “You are mine.” While in your arms I feel something on my back and then a snap. “You will wear this lead all the time you are with me unless I remove it. I mean wear your collar and lead all the time we are together. I brought you a case for them so you can carry with it at all times and it will not get damaged. You will carry it with you at all times when not with me. You may need to get different purses to accommodate it, but you will carry it with
you. This is your reminder that you are mine, just like a wedding ring. OK.”

“Oh Master, I have so wanted you to collar me ever since we met on line. But you were so reticent about it that I was beginning to think it would never happen. You had asked for the size of my neck and my post office box number a long time ago and then nothing. I was so afraid I wanted to belong to you more than you wanted to possess me. But now I am yours. Yours.”

You run your finger possessively around my collar. “Nice fit.”

Lay back, Misty, we need to consummate your collaring.” You lay me back on the blanket; I lie there feeling the different sensation your collar makes now that I am prone. It feels heavy across my throat. You busy yourself and I lazily watch, and smile as your cock peeks out under your ass and into my view. You turn with the leather cuffs in your hands but now they are separate and you have the ankle cuffs too. ‘Did you have two sets or do they come apart, hmm? Maybe you’ll say.’ You fasten my left wrist and,
“Give me your right arm Dear.” I hold my arm up and watch as you fasten the cuff, it closes in some kind of a special quick release clasp. You pause for a moment and caress my left cheek with the back of your hand; a gentle smile on your face.

You move to my ankles as my mind wanders. Today I am lying here nude in the wide-open bush with a man I only met this morning, doing something that only months ago I would have thought an aberration. I still
find it strange to realize that I love the feel of being totally submissive to a man that knows how to dominate me. It was you who took me from the straight married woman who was curious about ‘that’ something that was missing in my life. 

I knew there was something; I had often thought if only my husband would just take me, totally take control of me so I didn’t have to think, only react. If he would just make me do things and if only he would do things to me other than the straight vanilla sex. ‘Open her legs.’ It is good while it lasts but it is seldom enough and then he just rolls over and in two minutes he is asleep and I am left wanting. ‘I have needs.’ How many times, have I gone to sleep wondering what is missing in my life? 

Then I met you in the chat room. I am not sure what brought you to invite me to chat privately, but I know I was so horny and hurting so bad that night that I was eager to try anything including cyber sex. I am not even sure I realized what a Dom was or what the implications of serving a Dom were, when I said sure I would chat. You took me to places in my mind that caused me to have orgasms that were far superior to any that I have experienced in real life. You haunted me day and night after that. I don’t mean that you stalked me or abused me, but that you made me feel so
good about our relationship and myself that it was impossible to think of anything else. I could not stay away from you on the chat and you drew me in further and further. I read books on bondage, and discipline. I visited web sites that only a few months ago would have shocked me and now I wish, it was me that was in those scenes. I have become more adventurous as the time went on and we became good friends too. It is our relationship wrapped up in our growing friendship that let me trust you to the point that of meeting you today. Now I am your collared sex slave and though we
won’t see much of each other, I am as truly yours as I am my husbands but in a different manner.

Lost in my reverie, I have missed the sensation of the ankle cuffs being snapped closed. You are latching a rope to me right wrist when I become aware of my surroundings again. As you do the left, my mind drifts
back to my husband. ‘His loss, too bad.’ You move to my feet and attach ropes to each ankle. I look around where, how are you going to tie me to anything with me facing me this way. You are humming the same nameless
tune again, but it is a happy tune. I must look perplexed and you chuckle when you see the look on my face. You pat my tummy as you reassure me that I will like it.

“Relax, you will enjoy what comes next. Let me see just how much you are enjoying our afternoon.” You move between my legs and hump forward pulling my ass onto your bent knees. ‘I guess this is how he is going
to consummate it?’ Just then your large thick fingers drive into my cunt, hard, inconsiderate. The way you do it is meant to humiliate me in my own eyes, as if even my vagina belongs first to you, second to me. Your nails though short are hard and with the strength of the thrust you unintentionally slice into my most fragile, moist skin as you drive your fingers up into my hidden recesses. 

“That hurts.” I whine. ‘Why is he hurting me?’ All I can feel is your fingers in my hole, only they count. I do nothing except lie there, thinking of nothing, unable to think of anything except of your fingers fucking my vagina. I moan softly as your fingers spread me, opening me. Your thumb grinds into my clit your fingernail unhooding it makes my eyes sparkle
in the dappled lights as tears well, but don’t spill. You smile at me, and I feel more pressure in my vagina, more open, you are adding the fingers from your other hand, your left hand, and one finger at a time into me pulling me open. Other than for gyno exams I have never felt my vagina so open, I can feel the air in me, but you are not finished your humiliation of me continues your left thumb enters my rosebud, slowly unrelenting. I can no longer lay still or silent, my moans are more groans.

I rock up as if doing crunches hoping to dislodge your fingers, it hurts but as I reach out for your arms I stop mid move; it does hurt but it is a good hurt, it is the hurt I need. I am now holding unto your wrists as I feel the hurt go from pain to that deep pleasure that I can no longer control my body, I am becoming my orgasm. I just live it, holding your wrists tightly my long nails imprinting into your flesh. I am screaming uncontrollably, my eyes lose focus as I feel my vagina convulse taking me, my whole being into that convulsion, into my orgasm. My head falls back, but I hold onto you in a death grip as my cunt squirts my orgasm bathing your fingers in my cum. Time stands still. No, of course, it didn’t stop only to you and
possibly me, does it pause; as I cannot hold back, my orgasm owns me. My grip lessens as I feel faint and gravity lowers me to the ground as you give the biggest belly laugh delighted in your slave’s ability to cum through pain and humiliation. As I am lost in my own body, you watch my vagina climax and not until I was lying there panting did you slowly and almost
ceremonially remove your fingers one a time in reverse order. Only in my subconscious do I even realize it, but I, my vagina closes again, my labia twitching. 

You push me off your knees and then lean forward until you are over my spent body, creating a shadow over me. You lower yourself over me until your lips are on my mouth. I open my eyes at your touch I look directly
into yours; I feel no fear. Your lips work their magic and my mouth yields to its master, your tongue again claims ownership. It is only after you are thoroughly ensconced in my mouth and we are both moaning that our
eyes close. We both enjoy the flavor of each other. My body is still experiencing the after throes of the climax of my life and I could stay joined at the lips with you forever, but finally you pull back, settling on your heels. You drag your fingers teasingly down over my breasts pausing for a bit of tit pulling then going on until you come to my crotch. Your hands settle there. Your thumbs massage into the tender flesh next to my very trimmed bush. You push digging into me and I moan but I am spent and just lie there letting you again possess me with your fingers. 

I give you a weak, shy smile. “How do you do that to me? How do you know just what to do to me to make me cum? Master, I did not know I could climax like that.” You lean a little forward and cup the right side of me
face lovingly.

“Misty you are a great slave, did you know that? I think you have always been in conflict with yourself and your sexuality. There has always been something missing in your life and you have found it with me. Up until an hour ago, could you have imagined allowing anyone besides your Doc to open you like that?” I nod, yes. 

‘Yes I have often dreamt of being opened like that, actually for years I have daydreamed about it.’ I rehearse this in my head trying it on; can I actually
say it out loud though, to this stranger, my master. I know, I could not say it to my husband. I open my mouth to say it and close it. Then I do it again.

“Misty, it is OK you can tell me anything, you belong to me. It is okay, little one.”

“Yes I have often dreamt of being opened like that, actually for years I have daydreamed about it. I have always wanted to have a man put his hand in my pussy. That was closer than I have ever had, thanks, Master.” I wait for you to ridicule me like I would get if I admitted such a thought to anyone else, especially my husband. You don’t laugh.

“Thank you for admitting it, Misty. Rest. Let me get you some water.” Returning, you cup my head and raise it so I may drink, he says “Thanks for allowing me to share that experience with you, slave.”

I must have drifted off. My eyes fly open; a scream escapes my lips as a horrible and sudden pain rolls through me. I try to sit up but I can’t. I twist my head around trying to see what is wrong. ‘What is wrong? Where am I? Oh my Gawd, what is wrong with me? Have I been hurt, how?’ As I become aware of my surroundings, “What the hell have he done to me?
Oh!!!” I am tied up; the ropes attached to my wrist cuffs are now tied off to the trees. But that is not what woke me. ‘I hurt so badly, my tits, my tits hurt so badly!’ I muse all this, as I scream at the top of my lungs. 

You are over me, your feet on either side of me, bending from the waist your hands on my tits and you are laughing and trying to soothe my terror all at once, “SHH, little one you are OK, honest, ride the pain, breath though it and feel it settle. We both know you want this and it is my right. Ride the pain, feel it in your cunt!” 

Your words calm my screams but not my pain, it is growing as you straighten and it again becomes unbearable as you toss something over the lower limb of one of the trees. “UGHHHHHHHH!” It is more than I can handle; instantly a sheen of perspiration covers my body. I close my eyes trying to center myself somewhere else, here before the pain. I try to move my legs and am somewhat surprised to find they are free, not tied also. Now I become aware of another sensation, it is pain, but not a gripping horrible pain; a manageable pain connected directly to my G-spot. My nipples are adorned with silver clamps that have a very thin string attached to them and on the end are weights that you have just tossed over the
branch above. My nipples are pulled like they have never have been before. My tits are cone shaped; the nipple that is on the far side of the clamp is
becoming red. I am surprised the clamps can even stay attached to me. I look fascinated at them. “Master, why are you hurting me so? It really hurts but if I breath really deeply, it is also giving me a deep ache that is nice.”

You turn in your laconic manner, smiling at me. “I know that’s the purpose.” You ignore my first question totally. It must have been awhile though; the shadows have changed enough to be noticeable, they are now
certainly coming from the southwest.

You walk to my feet and bending, you pick-up the ropes attached to my ankle cuffs. Then you walk up and over me straddling me your cock and balls are fascinating to watch as you move. Totally free they do there own
little walk over me. I tip my head back to watch their continued stroll. You feed each rope into its individual pulleys, spaced about three feet apart.
‘PULLEYS, where the hell did they come from’? You start to pull and up come my feet; up, up, slowly straight up and even further they keep coming back towards my head. I watch my feet as they come back
over my head settling each side of my head but stretched much wider apart. 

I cannot help but think what I must look like from my other end and I blush, I know you will be able to see me as no other person as ever done. I feel the heat of my blush rushing through my whole body as you step
back over me. “My, my what a wonderful site and it is all mine. Oh, Misty, this is the single moment we have both looked forward to for months, the first time I take you as mine, my pleasure slave. You are mine; all mine! 

Your husband can use you but you belong only to me.” Your rock hard cock is steadily moving towards my vagina, firstly stopping at my clit where you kiss me briefly as you slip downward toward my vagina. Even before you enter me, I can feel my labia and vagina opening and closing in  anticipation. As you, your cock, touches my vagina and stops, a moan escapes my lips and you smile at me. “Look at me. Look me in the eyes as I possess what is mine.” With a single thrust of your hips you enter my cunt; my moan turns into a louder groan while you let out a guttural groan. Our eyes are locked on each other. Your actions are like you cannot wait another moment, like you are ready to explode in me at any moment, like you are ready to deposit your seed deep into my cunt. I orgasm, expecting you to meet my climax, you don’t. Your cock is thick and long, longer than I have ever had and you are opening me, as nature meant. I can feel you
pushing against my cervix. Our moans of ecstasy meld together as you lean on me, putting your weight on my open thighs and separate my nipple weights apart so your tongue can hungrily fuck my mouth as well. 

A scream escapes me as your mouth settles on my lips and your tongue enters me. My scream dies. It becomes a sigh of pure joy as you take me in two places. ‘Oh my!’ I relish your touch, being yours, being your slave.’ You hold me, not moving. I expect to feel a final thrust as you empty your balls into my vagina, but no you pull out instead. “No don’t leave me like this, please.” I am so close to another orgasm I am so sure my vagina is opening and closing furiously. I can feel you still in me. My climax will not cease and I ride to the top again and you watch, your thumb rubbing my clit hard, my hips thrusting up as if to meet you. I feel empty without you in me.

You move with your rock hard cock around to my head. I watch. You straddle my face, your feet between my head and my feet, your ass and back against my tits, “Ugh! Heavy” Your balls fall against my throat; your penis lies on my face coated with my juices and your precum. I can smell our sex, a cloying scent.

“Open your mouth, Bitch. You are my cocksucking slave aren’t you, Misty?” I open my mouth and immediately your thick cock still wet with our juices enters my hot mouth pushing my tongue down and back, gagging me. You
ride my mouth like you ride my cunt. Just like that. “Suck me harder, slave. This is your purpose to suck me. I know you love it, too, don’t you Bitch? I know I love the feel of your soft lips wrapped tightly around my cock, milking me with every pull. I can feel my balls tightening. Stop, Bitch! I said STOP!” I stop my lips still tight around your cock as you pull out.

"I thought he was going to cum in my mouth, why didn’t he?” You pat my left cheek. 

“You are a hellva good cocksucker, you know that Misty?”

From your squatting position, you rise and step off me; your cock is standing at attention. You move back to my crotch, I would say between my legs but my legs are over my head, so just to my crotch. Your cock does your walking through my slit, visiting my clit and testing the readiness of my vagina. “Yes, Master, yes.” I can feel my vagina walls starting to twitch again. You pause at her mouth and then smile and move lower, lower to my other hole.

Arriving at my rosebud, you take the tip of your cock all wet with my spittle, my juice and your precum and you circle her around and around my hole. My hole spasms. “Truly Master, I have never had anyone in my ass hole.”

“I know that is why I have been having you wear the small butt plug for several minutes each day. I did that to ready you for this moment. Now let me take your virgin ass, Slave.” You push against my sphincter muscle my body involuntarily fights your entry. You are insistent; you will have your entry into my asshole. Your cock pushes unrelenting into me little by little, opening me, stretching me, invading my most private of parts. I close my eyes and bite my lower lip to keep from crying out in pain. I am not even
sure you realize how much pain you are causing me. You push in further inch-by-inch, stopping every inch or so to give me a chance to accept your invasion into my anus, I moan as you pull out and it turns into and
uncontrollable groan as you push hard on your next thrust burying your cock deep into my bowel pushing all the way. ‘Oh my Gawd. My ass burns and hurts and I groan, tears escaping my eyes. You hold and let me get
used to it, but it is one word for my acceptance and two for you as you delight in my tight warmth wrapping your cock. You start to move at first slowly, then with growing urgency. You push in deep and then pull partly out, and then push in even harder as if you can get in even deeper. I can feel your cock swelling with the urgent need to spill your seed; your balls tap out their own tattoo on my ass cheeks. Your eyes take on a look that all women know from their partners’ faces. Your eyes almost glaze as all your energy is centered between your legs; you only know your own need at this moment; feeling the sensation of your semen pushing out of your balls and up your shaft to be pushed out in eruptions of white thick ropes of semen into my asshole. As you ejaculate you tell me, “You are the best fucking slut I could ever have found, Misty. You are made to accept my seed. You are made to be my special slave here just for my use. You are a fucking slut.”

My needs are met also even though you are in my asshole where no one has ever been, my body rockets to yet another orgasm. I rock my ass up to meet your thrusts as we share our climax. “Oh you are so great. I love the feel of you in my ass, I do, I do!” I whisper, still a little embarrassed at my
circumstances. You push in and hold firm as you cum deep in my bowels, finally falling forward to rest between my suspended tits. The movement makes them hurt terribly. I wish I could take your head in my hands at this moment and hold you to me. We rest spent, you on my bosom, your softening cock still encased in my asshole. With obvious regret you finally
pull out. As you pull out, “Now Misty, you are truly mine forever.”

You stand and walk around the west tree and untie my legs. My legs flop down hitting our mattress of leaves hard as they fall. “Oh, my goodness that feels good, but nothing will ever feel as good as the last hour. Thank you, Master.” Actually that does feel good, like my spine has been stretched, which of course it has been. “I know that this is all we will ever have and there is certainly enough memories to last me.” 

“That’s the way it has to be and you know it.” You step over my outstretched arms and take first one weight and toss it back over the branch and deftly catch it, then the other. You are careful not to let
them fall on me, but specks of bark fall onto my face, I close my eyes just in time to avoid it falling into them, but it dots my face. I blow out trying to blow them off afraid to open my eyes. You kneel on my left side with the weights still over your left arm and you lean in very close to my face and blow hard making sure you blow all over my face. “There, now you can
open your eyes.” I tentatively open them. It’s OK. I smile at you blinking in the bright sunlight; a ray is coming right through the canopy straight into my eyes.

“Thanks.” I say as you trace my lips and tweak my nose. 

Then you busy yourself with my nipple clamps. “You ready, it is going to hurt like crazy when the blood starts to rush back in. Ready.” I nod. You take clamp in each hand and release them. I give a great big smile that says, ‘See how tough I am, it doesn’t hurt a bit.’ The smile dies on my face and my face changes into a grimace I bite my bottom lip and close my eyes
as the pain washes over me. I have handled the pain, the humiliation, the torment as a trooper, but this is real pain. It just plain hurts, really hurts. I groan, as it washes over me. The Dom side in you makes you enjoy my pain and to accentuate it you cannot resist in reaching out and twisting my bullet-hard nipples to the point where I can no longer just groan. My scream echoes around us coming back from a hundred different directions. The scream dies in a mouthful of four letter epitaphs all directed at your parentage. “You fucking bastard! What a motherfucker are! You hurt me.
Stop it! YOU PRICK!” I shriek at you, “If my hands were free I would rip your eyes out.” If looks could kill you are dead. “I want you to take this collar off me and let me go, right now. I demand that you release me and I never want to see you again.” At this moment I hate you, I hate what you have done to me and worse I hate what I have allowed you to do to me. I loathe the whole situation. I struggle to get loose my feet kicking up to hit you since my bound arms are held tight. “I hate you.” I say in a quiet tone as my pain is lessening and your massaging is having the desired effect. All you do is laugh at me. You let me just verbally abuse you and let it roll off you as if I was complementing you. 

You busy yourself with my ankle cuffs, once off you massage my ankles, feet and legs. You quietly murmur, “You are all right, you know. You know that it is my right to hurt you, but you also know that I will never do you any permanent harm, don’t you, Misty. Now if you are calm, I will undo your wrists. I won’t if are going to be bad and hit me. Your choice?” My breathing that only a few minutes ago had been ragged is now normal. I nod and give you a smile. I want to be loose but I am still angry with you.

As if you know this you lean over me, kneeling over on all fours and lower your mouth to mine. Your lips take possession of my mouth yet again. For just a second, I try to resist you but I can’t. I eagerly accept your tongue into my mouth. My tirade is forgotten, now I only want my arms free to hug you to me. Some how you are able to reach the quick release on my wrist restraints and my arms are free. They are slow to respond. They do though and I hug my Master to me. Your arms come under me in an encircling movement and lift me to you as you settle on your haunches. My arms stiff from their stretching awkwardly come up behind your head. We moan together alternately sucking the other’s tongues into our mouths, living just for this moment. Your hair feels so nice in my fingers; I don’t
think I will ever let you go. Slowly our passion recedes and we part. Funny we both do the same thing, as we pull back our fingers trail down the other’s cheek. The movement is laced with regret. Our time is coming to a close; the shadows are getting longer. 

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“You have done excellent, Misty. I mean that all day, you have been very responsive to my special love, my possession of you. I am proud to call you my slave, my pleasure slave and that's what you have given me is pleasure. Thank you, Bitch.” I smile at you. No. It is not just a smile I radiate happiness with your praise of my obedience. 

“Come on now, you need to get washed and I will clean up here. You did remember to bring soap and towels, didn’t you?”

Getting up I say, “Yes, I brought everything as you suggested; all my normal soaps and cosmetics. I will walk down stream somewhat.” I am digging through my backpack and way at the bottom I find what I need.

“No, you may walk down to the creek right here in front. I want to be able to watch you. I am sorry that you have to wash every trace of me off. I would like you leave it on and in you. But that is not possible, so get on with it.” I look at you sadly. You are right. I walk down stepping carefully over the twigs, something on the other side of the creek furtively
scampers away as I get there. 

Opening my case, I remove, washcloth, small towel, soap and a douche. I sit there on my haunches wondering if I dare leave your seed in my asshole. I toy with the idea; I hate to wash you out. “Do it, Misty. We talked all about this when we did the contract, you agreed and take that diaphragm out too. You know that you don’t use one of those at home and
that will cause all kinds of problems, so get on with it.” I look over my shoulder at you. You are standing leaning against the eastern tree with your arms crossed, just watching. I reach deep into me and pull out the diaphragm; I drop it onto the leaves. I busy myself with the unpacking of the vinegar douche and attaching the slotted tube. I adjust my feet, this is
not going to be as easy as it is at home, but it is doable. Just as I start to insert the tube into my cunt, you beller at me, scaring me, I drop the douche. “Turn around, I want to watch, hurry pick it up.” You order. I snatch it up and turn towards you, again crouching down, my legs wide apart, I insert the tube into my hole, deeper and deeper and start to squeeze the cool liquid into my hot swollen pussy. The coolness of it makes me shiver. I roll the soft pliable plastic bottle up using every drop. The tube
comes out and the resulting exit of this is a flood of our cums and the vinegar. I can’t help but feel sad.

If only things had been different in our lives. I involuntarily shrug. I look at you and you have the same sad look on your face as I must have. Our eyes
lock reading each other’s minds and you shake your head, no. “Get on with it.” 

I put the empty douche tube and bottle with the diaphragm and take the soap and cloth to the side of the creek. The water is frigid I would love to have some warm water; I make do. I sponge bathe concentrating on areas where there may be traces of your cum. I rinse off, and hold the cool wet cloth to my swollen, labia, vulva and nipples. ‘It feels so good. How swollen can I be? How long will it take for the swelling to go down?’ I stand and dry myself off, patting my sore pussy dry. I put the soap and wet cloth in a plastic bag and the diaphragm and empty douche in a smaller one that will be disposed of on the way home. Quickly I apply deodorant and my clothes
washed otherwise it won’t do to have you arrive home smelling of my perfume. I gather everything up and walk back to you, no longer the least self conscious about my nudity. The only strange thing is the feel of my collar and the lead bouncing on my ass. ‘I am so proud to belong to you, Master.’

You have most of your stuff gathered up and repacked. I offer you the soap and towel. You shake your head, no. “I want to leave the smell of you on me as long as possible.” I quickly pack up everything and sit on the
blanket and fix my make up. You watch fascinated. I can only guess you are storing everything in your memory bank for the long stretch we face without each other. The final stroke is the application of my bright red lipstick on and then I carefully and thoroughly blot off the excess. I look up, seeking your approval. “This is the first time I have ever cared about my appearance back here in the bush.” 

You quickly dress. You put your hands out to help me up and I take them and then shove the makeup bag in the front pocket of my pack. I turn to see you with my clothes in your hands; I reach for them expecting you
to give them to me. Instead you give me a ‘come here’ sign and I step to you. You give me a hug, very tight and a lovely gentle kiss. “I want to dress you.”

I nod. You hold out my shorts. I look for my panties, “No not this time. You will arrive home like the slut you are, no panties and no bra.” My eyes pop wide open, but I know better than to question you. I lift my legs, first one then the other as you pull them up on me. Then you pull my knitted top over my head and hold it so I can push my arms through. You pull my
lead out. Your hands possessive run around my collar and you lean in and give me a quick kiss. I put my hand out for my bra, but you shake your head. “These are my trophies.” 

‘How often do have I to explain you will arrive home with no panties and bra?’ 

I might get away without the panties but the bra I doubt it. My face clouds as I muse over my options and they aren’t many. ‘I hope  hubby is asleep when I arrive home.’

You shake out the blanket and fold it, putting it in your pack. “Come on, we must leave. I know I wish I could stay. I wish we had more time. Next time Misty, you must arrange to have a minimum of 48 hours under my control and there will be a next time.” 

“I thought we agreed that it would only be this once, that was all we could risk.” I say hefting my pack on. You step in do up the straps. It feels so funny with no underclothes on.

You are standing so close and you pick up my chin with your right hand. “Really. Is that what you want? Huh.” I hesitate for all of half a second and then nod no.

‘How can I stop seeing you?’ You start off taking my hand and giving me a pull back towards the car. I follow for about ten feet then stop, turn to have a last look at our fort; with a sigh I then I resume following you. You decide to follow the creek west out of the bush and then walk up the lane. ‘Why didn’t I think of doing that?’ You can see the edge of the bush from here. Where once there had been a strong, if mended fence, there is no fence here at the creek, it has been taken out by the ice at some point and debris is stacked against the northern post. You lead the way out unto some perfectly placed stepping-stones holding on to me tightly. The steep
hill, here on the lane has been cut back to allow for easier transport. The walking is much easier and faster. We walk in silence for some distance, each lost in our own reverie. 

You break it with “There is your dreaming rock. Lets take a break here.” This time we leave our packs on as we sit side by side, watching the sun start sinking. “Misty, you are really something. I could not have ever believed that you could be this wonderful, so responsive and really so willing to become mine. You  have been like my fantasy coming true. Thank you, little one. You realize you will never be quite the same again. You have learned what it is to give yourself totally to me and to serve me, as I demand today. Do you understand that today is only the beginning of you being mine? You understand that my control over you will reach the miles from you to me daily, as if I am right here. Misty, you are mine.” You say ending very quietly. 

“I know, Master, it is how it is supposed to be. From the first time we chatted, I think I knew I belonged to you. Today was just the formalization of what was started a long time ago, wasn’t it?” I smile at you; absolutely radiant in the joy and love that today has given me. You give me a long slow kiss that is urgent and hungry but also there is finality to it and
therefore sadness. I cling to my master. 

You disengage my arms and stand taking my lead not my hand. “Come, I have a plane to catch. Let me tell you about where we will next meet……..” We walk to the car now sitting in the late day sun. 

I flip the left hand signal on to enter the airport and a sigh of resignation escapes me. You touch my collar. “Remember, you are to carry this with you all the time and when I call or we chat you will put it on for me unless I give you specific instruction otherwise.

“Can you remove it, please we are nearly there, people will see?” I reach up to undo to it. Your hand stays mine.

“Not yet, as soon as we stop. I will undo it for you, don’t panic, sweets.” 
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I pull into the departure short term stopping just behind the last car. A wife accompanied by two blonde children is seeing husband and daddy off just ahead. The adults are engrossed with each other, the little ones turn and watch the newcomers, us. Good to your word you immediately reach up and undo my collar and pull it off my neck. The children are starring at us,
at me, at my collar. I can feel my face go hot, very hot. You chuckle at my gasp of being discovered. So people do notice. My neck feels cold without my collar, as if something that belongs me has been removed. My hands go to my bare neck as you fold my collar and lead and place them in my lap. The kids are excitingly telling mommy and daddy about the lady with the dog collar. The adults look down at them indulging them, letting them know they are important and giving them the proverbially pat on the head and return to each other without looking at us at all. 

“See, no sweat. Now I must go. I wish I could spend more time with you, Misty. You made this day very special and I am glad we met, but I have an important early morning breakfast meeting so I better catch this flight or I will have a very long walk.” You take my chin and turn my head towards you. “If I could I would take you with me as my permanent live-in slave but I have a wife and family to think of and so do you, so we make do with what we have, today.” You lean across the console and give me a soft warm kiss. I ache to reach out and hold you, but we have agreed that a chaste kiss is all that we dare share in this very public place. I have such lump in my throat I cannot say anything. “Pop the trunk.” I just sit there. “Pop the trunk!” I react and it flies open on its strong spring, with a final squeeze of my hand you turn open the door and retrieve your backpack. You step back to the door and lean down, Déjà vu overtakes me for a
moment. “Bye, Misty.” You turn and quickly walk into the terminal never looking back. My “Bye,” is to the closed door. 

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It is dark, the house is quiet, and all except me are sleeping soundly. I quietly unpack my backpack and all traces of our lunch are tossed in the garbage; the glasses are washed and put it away. I sit there in the dark and with shaking hands I reach in and take out the last thing, your collar or is it mine. I can feel my body respond as if you are here still controlling me. In the quiet of my home you still control me, I put your collar around my neck and await your page.
 

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Suzie Samuels