Struggling to open her eyes, lids heavy and that light…Where the fuck was that light coming from? It was too bright. She reached to shield her eyes with her hands and realized her hands were tied securely above her head. Her eyes went wide, fear trumping the uncomfortable brightness. When she could focus she learned the bright light was the sun, rising to meet a pastel painted sky. What the…?
Trying to recall the last thing she remembered, she became more aware of her surroundings. She was tied to a tree in what appeared to be a densely wooded area. It must have been her husband, right? The scenery could have been plucked directly from her fantasies she’d been sharing with him for years. She swore she could even hear water moving in the distance.
That had to be the case. It had to be him. She was tied to a tree in the middle of the fucking woods. If it wasn’t him – nope, she couldn’t even finish that thought. It was him. It just had to be.
She looked down at her body, course rope tied in beautiful knots continued down to her bare feet and pale pink painted toenails, which looked wildly out of place against the dirt and dead leaves on the ground below them. At least she was still clothed – barely. She was wearing a thin white cotton dress that couldn’t hide the fact that her nipples were hard as pebbles, her large breasts squeezed and pronounced by the binding rope.
Quieting her breath, she listened to what sounded like leaves crunching. Footsteps? Her pulse quickened and she felt her face flush with prickly heat. Thankfully, she had been practicing her breathing for years, she had to use every technique she knew to keep her breathing steady and calm. It was definitely footsteps and they were definitely getting closer. Her chest heaved harder, with deeper breaths, straining her tits against the unforgiving ropes.
The crunching stopped, all she heard now was what sounded like a lazy stream somewhere not too far, and the soft flutters of the leaves falling from the trees all around her. She didn’t move, and remained silent. Eyes darting left and right, trying to catch a glimpse of whatever, or whoever had been approaching.
She wasn’t sure how much time had passed, minutes surely. Her mouth was suddenly covered, pushing her head back painfully against the rough bark of the tree.
“Shhh” hissed a voice, so quick she couldn’t tell if it sounded like her husband. She was nothing if not obedient, so she quickly nodded her head, indicating that she understood and planned to comply. The gloved hand dropped from her mouth and grabbed at the bottom of her dress and swiftly ripped off a large strip, exposing her lower body up to her modest white panties. She gasped in surprise, but remembering her order, she didn’t dare make another sound.
Rough gloves harshly brushed the hair out of her face, then promptly wrapped the scrap of the dress her around her eyes, obscuring her vision completely. Her heart rate increased again as she tried not to panic. She didn’t have much time to worry about her lack of sight, she held her breath when what felt like a knife pressed firmly against the side of her face and slid down her neck, then her chest to trace her nipples through the thin material.
She was trembling as felt her dress being cut, yanked and removed through the intricate rope. Her skin raw and warm from the friction of the rope instantly soothed by the wind that whipped across her almost naked body.
A hot, strong hand wrapped around her throat as another was thrust down the front of her panties. She knew before the fingers made contact with her pussy it would find her dripping wet. One hand still firmly on her throat, making it difficult to breathe, the other hand began pistoning in and out of her oozing cunt relentlessly. The fingers curling slightly, so every forceful entrance assaulted her g-spot.
She tried to fight it, tried to think of anything else but those smooth fingers filling up her aching pussy. It was too much, she started convulsing in a full body orgasm and the hand around her neck tightened, cutting off her air completely. This increased the intensity of her climax so greatly she saw brilliant stars as she started to lose consciousness. She took a deep breath as soon as the pressure eased on her throat and she came down from her high.
She felt something wet and firm pressing against her lips, forcing its way into her mouth. One taste and she knew she was sucking her cum off the fingers responsible. Her cunt twitching in knowing approval.
“Good girl” a gravely voice growled into her ear, easing all of her tension instantly.
She’s grateful to feel a plastic straw guided into her mouth. Gulping the cold water down quickly – too quickly- pain shot through her skull for a few seconds, causing her to cringe. The man chuckled and told her to slow down, there was plenty that she was going to have to drink.
Have to? That was a weird way to word that, she thought. She shook her head when she felt she’d had enough, but he insisted she finish it. Her stomach was full of water, she could already feel the effects in her lower abdomen. It felt like he was making her drink a gallon of water. He removed the straw from her mouth and thankfully, didn’t return with it.
Her bladder felt ready to burst. All she could do was wiggle her toes to distract herself from the urgent situation that was quickly emerging. It seemed like it had been hours since the man left.
“Hello?” she said quietly, then louder when she didn’t hear a response “is there anyone there? I need to use the restroom, please!” Still no reply, or sound indicating anyone was near.
She couldn’t hold it anymore, she was in pain and didn’t have any other options. Her legs, still bound tightly to the tree, couldn’t spread any further apart to keep from peeing all over them. Taking a deep breath, she just let go. Warm urine streamed down her legs, splashing against her feet as it pooled and poured over the protruding ropes. She let out a louder than expected sigh of relief. She may be covered in piss now, but she wasn’t in pain anymore. Hopefully everything will dry before he comes back and won’t even be noticeable. Her panties were already dirty, covered in sweat, cum, and who knows what else.
Feel better? His voice startles her and she yelps. I’ve been watching you, feeding on your desperation and discomfort. It makes my cock hard to see you squirm and struggle.
Through her humiliation, her pussy still twitched in acknowledgement of being watched.
He continued talking as he approached her and started loosening the ropes, However, you are filthy and need to freshen up.
Those words filled her with hope and lust. She tried not to make a sound as she thought of a hot steamy shower, and the kinky sex that would inevitably follow.
Free from the ropes and the tree, she stretched and rubbed her sore limbs. Her arms ached from being suspended above her head for so long. Running her hand down her arm, she felt indentions from the ropes, creating patterns in her skin. She couldn’t help but smile. She always loves being marked and couldn’t wait to see it. Hoping he was coming to finally remove her makeshift blindfold, she waited patiently.
She heard what sounded like chains being drug towards her. The clanking stopped and she felt the jarring cold metal against her neck. With a click, he secured the chain around her throat and gently pulled on the other end, leading her forward. She resisted at first and he pulled harder, almost pulling her over.
He led her down a dirt path, the sound of the water she heard earlier getting louder.
The soft dirt beneath her feet soon became mud as she progressed, then what felt like wet smooth rocks before she could feel the frigid water of the stream rushing gently across the top of her feet.
“In…in the water?” She asked, confused.
Yes, in the water. I told you that you are filthy. Now sit down, punctuating his command with a downward yank on the chain.
She kneeled down into the frigid water, goosebumps instantly spreading across her naked, exposed skin.
I told you to sit. You are kneeling, he said, sounding annoyed.
Nodding her head, she held her breath and sat down in the freezing water that reached just past the top of her ass.
Good girl, now take your panties off and wash yourself with them.
Not wanting to disappoint him further, she quickly slid her transparent wet panties down her legs, now completely nude in the stream. She tried to hand wash the dirty panties under the water, hoping to get the cum and piss off before using them as washcloth.
She brought the sopping panties to her forehead, letting the cold, clean water run down her face, soaking the cloth around her eyes, leaving it heavy and sticking to her eyelids. She rubbed down her neck, then her arms, taking a little time to pay attention to her diamond hard nipples, enjoying the soft texture in contrast to the rough ropes that previously bound them. Moving down, she ran the cloth down her thighs, left then right. Then she spread her legs to wipe her pussy, which was a bit numb from being submerged in the near-freezing water.
Suddenly a warmth spread across her chest. Almost scalding as it made contact with her chilled skin. She reached up and realized it was piss. He was pissing on her chest creating dirty hot rivers down her breasts that disappeared into the moving water.
“Come here,” he said with a quick tug on the chain. She stood up and carefully made her way back over the slippery rocks, following the path her pulled her through. When she could feel him near she inhaled deeply, trying to catch a hint of his masculine scent. His hands raked through her hair and with one on the top of her head, pushed her down to her knees.
Kneeling, she felt his hard cock, still dribbling pee, brush against her cheek, the droplet rolling down into her mouth. He pressed his head between her lips and she began to suck the remaining piss and precome out of him as he pumped in and out of her mouth, using her for his pleasure. The chain, bouncing against her chest chimed against the metal button on his jeans, combined with the slight whooshing of the stream and his rhythmic panting created a beautiful melody against the silent backdrop of the woods.
With both hands on the back of her head, he pulled her into him and shoved his cock deep into her throat, causing her to gag and reflexively try to pull away. He held her there, making small pumps, just enough to keep the head of his cock at the entrance to her throat as he groaned into the open air that he was coming. She coughed and choked on the thick load he coated her throat with. Swallowing it down, finally, she was able to breathe normally again.
He pulled her up gently, by the arms this time, leaving the chain hanging down to the ground. He kissed her mouth and untied her damp blindfold. She was so thankful to see his handsome face. She had missed him. Overwhelmed with lust, love and gratitude that he would work so hard to make one of her fantasies come true, so specifically, she was speechless.
She relaxed into his arms as she awaited their return, to what she assumed was a warm, cozy cabin, since he seemed to be following her dirty desires so closely.
Come along my love, you have a long cold night ahead of you, he said as he led her back to the tree they started from, fresh ropes in hand.
Good morning, sunshine.
She woke up with a start, forgetting for a moment where she was.
When her eyes finally focused she saw him standing before her with a sly grin. He had a black leather leash and collar in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other, its steam delicately spiraling up into the cool morning air.
Chuckling when he saw her eyeing the warm drink, he told her she’d be eating breakfast soon enough. He untied her, freeing her from the rough surface of the tree bark that had rubbed her skin raw and tender overnight.
When he fastened the leash to her collar it made an audible clink that was so familiar, her nipples immediately hardened in response. If he noticed, he didn’t say anything as he led her towards a different direction than he had yesterday.
Her calves ached as they climbed up an uncomfortably steep incline. When they reached what she hoped was the top of the hill she could finally see a quaint little cabin nestled in the trees. She sighed and felt a burst of adrenaline excite and warm her as tears of relief welled up in her eyes.
They continued down the front walk and around the side of the wooden building to a small, neglected garden overrun with stunning orange and white wildflowers. A beautiful wooden picnic table, looking curiously clean and out of place in the overgrown area of the yard caught her attention.
He kept going, past the garden, finally stopping in the middle of the wide open back yard. Distracted by the beautiful scenery, she didn’t even notice he’d stopped walking until she almost ran into his back.
Turning to look at her, his eyes scanned her face. She knew he was reading her, measuring her edges.
Do you have to pee? He asked, with a slight smirk that said he already knew the answer.
Her face flushed, as she cast her eyes down to the ground and responded with a faint affirmation.
He asked again, slower.
Do you have to pee?
“Yes, sir” she replied quickly, knowing he hated repeating himself.
She could refuse and insist he take her to a proper bathroom. She could. Immediately she had to swallow down the shame she felt for being so turned on by urinating in front of her husband. It felt so dirty. Sinful.
Regardless of her inner turmoil, she squatted down in front of him, focusing on his worn black boots, so she wouldn’t look up at his face, as much as she wanted to. She knew his eyes would be smoldering like they always do when he watches her. Embarrassment and vulnerability scratched her masochistic itch quite nicely.
The shame quickly transcends into lust and desperation as she spreads her legs apart.
She complied, steadying herself with her hand on the ground behind her.
Thankful for the immediate relief, she relaxed and felt herself more present in the moment. Watching the stream like a tiny steaming river carve its path through the dirt, her eyes widened as she realized it was heading right toward where he was standing.
Her face flushed when it touched his boot. Wondering if she would be in trouble for peeing on him without permission, she directed her gaze to the ground in front of her, pretending not to notice.
She shifted forward to pull herself up and move somewhere dry.
I said sit. Right there.
Not wanting to disobey further, she slowly lowered her ass into the already cold, muddy puddle of pee. Mud squishing and forcing its way between her plump ass cheeks.
Lean back, spread your legs and rub your pussy for me.
She rolled her hips back, keeping her pussy away from the dirty ground and spread her legs wide. Gently, she ran the tip of her right index finger along her dripping slit, already leaking down her ass, her wetness mixing with the filth below. Trailing her finger through her folds, she reached her swollen clit, throbbing with need. She knew she had to go slow and gently or she would come, she was so turned on by his command.
He stepped forward, towering over her, casting his shadow across her body, enveloping her even in the absence of touch. Her stomach fluttered and cunt clenched simultaneously when the breeze shifted and she could smell his cologne. She let out an involuntary moan as she slid two fingers into her tight throbbing pussy.
Slower, he warned.
It took channeling all of her inner good girl-ness to force her hand to slow down even further. She felt like she was already fucking herself agonizingly slow.
Taking a long deep breath, she did as she was told, decreasing her speed. She could feel the walls of her pussy gripping and pulling her fingers, begging them to stretch them and fuck faster, harder. Her body was trembling, legs twitching, she was so close to coming, her eyes began to lose focus.
That’s enough, it’s time for breakfast.
Equally frustrated from not being allowed to orgasm and relieved to be finally going inside, she followed him back up to the cabin.
He headed toward the table in the untended garden she’d admired previously. A breakfast picnic in the garden? How romantic, she swooned, feeling immediately less frustrated.
Getting a closer look at the table, however, she now saw why it looked so out of place. It appeared to be made out of a beautiful heavy wood, finished to such a shine that she could see the trees around them reflected on the top. Various straps, rings and hooks lined the sides of the table. This was obviously not made for dining.
Circling around closely behind her, he stepped forward until she had nowhere to go but over the table, he leaned across her, smashing her bare tits against the hard surface. He tied her wrists to the O-rings bolted to the opposite end of the table. She tried to keep her legs pressed together but he quickly kicked them apart and secured them as well.
She was stuck, helpless and exposed to anyone who happened to come up the long, winding drive. She could feel the crisp morning breeze flutter against her achingly hot pussy, cooling her dripping wetness.
Her cunt was visibly contracting while spread open in front of him, the more she felt it clench, the hotter and wetter she became. She could feel his eyes on her tight, twitching asshole – much to his delight, she was sure. Rolling her hips forward, she tried to push her throbbing clit into the hard edge of the table desperate to find friction and relief.
He stood back and watched her try to squirm, knowing exactly what she was doing.
She yelped as the harsh blow to her backside caught her by surprise, hearing the sound before the pain registered and spread across her warming cheeks.
Are you trying to give yourself pleasure without permission, pet?
Recovering from the shock of the slap, she managed to meekly answer “Y-yes, sir”
What happens to pets who please themselves without permission?
Never having disobeyed in this manner, she couldn’t answer with certainty. “They get punished, Sir?”
He was quiet again, and she braced herself for the next blow, but it didn’t come. Minutes seemed to have passed without a sound other than her labored breathing and the voyeuristic birds singing their approval in the trees above.
A cold, slippery finger suddenly pressed against her puckered asshole, forcing its way in, followed by another. Stretching her insides, he pushed and curled his fingers until she was whimpering with a mixture of uncomfortable and delicious pleasure. The fingers withdrew just as quickly as they entered, but she didn’t have to wait too long for their replacement.
Feeling the cold steel against her lubed hole, she found herself anxious to be filled with the metal anal plug. Even after his enthusiastic fingering, her ass was still so tight that the widest part of the plug made her cry out before it settled in the crack of her ass. That was her favorite, the instant reward and feeling of accomplishment for getting through the most painful part. Her ass was stuffed full and it made her pussy throb even harder. She could feel her heart beat in her cunt. The spasms caused her ass to squeeze the buried plug, it was going to take all of her effort not to come.
A burning heat pressed against her sopping cunt, as she felt his rock hard cock slide in, squeezing past the large plug filling up her ass. His hands gripped her hips, digging his strong fingers into her flesh, using her as leverage to pull back, and almost out of her hungry pussy. Finding a rhythm of forcing himself in deep, and pushing on the end of the plug in her ass, driving it deeper and rubbing it against his shaft, only separated by a slippery thin wall.
She was overwhelmed with sensations as he slammed into her again and again, banging against her cervix with every deliberate thrust.
When he pulled his cock abruptly from her body she suddenly felt empty and desperate for more. Moving around to the front of the table, he lifted her head up by her hair. She barely had time to register what was happening when she felt the first spurt of thick come against her face.
That is all it took for her orgasm to take over. Intense waves crashed over her and she could feel the wetness running down her legs as his warm gift covered her face with generous bursts. Closing her eyes, she saw explosions as her ass spasmed around the unforgiving plug in her ass, triggering another strong wave sending her into space, floating weightlessly, lost in orgasmic oblivion.
He let go of her hair, gently lowering her head allowing her to rest her neck. Stroking her hair, he admired her laid out before him. She was a mess, come all over her face, piss, mud and come on her ass and thighs. Unhooking her arms first, then her legs, he kept his hands on her, lovingly reassuring her of his presence.
Let’s go get in the shower, love. You’ve earned it.