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 then, 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 appeared to be tied to a tree in what looked like 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 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 the rest of her body, tied in beautiful knots 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 cooled when the wind blew 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.
Nikki is a photographer, writer, and general creator of things. She writes about mental health, sex, and relationships.