7 comments/ 8352 views/ 9 favorites A Stroll through the Park By: dirtynerdybirdie I'm so excited for this weekend – the kids are staying with family, and my Master and I will have the whole house to ourselves! As I stand in the hot water of the shower on Saturday morning, I find myself excited for the freedom. I hear Him return home from dropping the kids off and that excitement increases tenfold in an instant. I wonder what plans He has in store. He's always planning something delightfully dark. I can't wait to find out what fun we will have this time. My fingertips are starting to get wrinkly; I suppose I should get out of the shower. I turn off the water and open the curtain to grab my towel – and come face to face with my Master. He's holding up a towel for me with a warm and loving smile on His face. I smile back and step into the towel as He wraps it around me and hugs me tight. He leans over and whispers softly in my ear: "Meet me in the bedroom. You have two minutes." I'm immediately eager to fulfill His command. I remove my towel and use it to quickly dry my hair. Then I pat my body as dry as I can; I consider wrapping back up in the towel, but...nah. I'll just hang it on the rack and go to my Master as I am. I run a brush through my still wet hair...I must be nearly out of time... I step into the bedroom naked as the day I was born, wearing nothing but a big grin. He is standing by our bed, and there is a beautifully wrapped gift settled in the center of it. As I look at it my eyes widen and I nearly move to touch it, but the look in His eyes tells me that I am better off staying exactly where I am. How is it that He can hold me in place with nothing but a look? He proceeds to trace His eyes over every inch of my body, top to bottom, taking His time. My heart is pounding. It's impossible to read His face, to know what He's thinking. Finally the silence ends and He says: "Very nice. You may open your present now." I eagerly approach the bed and crawl toward the center to grab the gift – He reaches behind me and slides His thumb in my pussy with no warning. It surprises me; but I am His to touch, to play with, to use to His liking. A shockwave of pleasure shoots through my body, making my nipples instantly erect in immediate reaction to His touch. He wiggles His thumb a bit, pulls it out, then gives me a playful swat on the ass. He laughs as I regain my composure and return to opening my gift. As I untie the pretty red ribbon and lift the lid, I see a beautiful dress nestled inside. I've wanted this exact dress for months – how did He know? It's the perfect kind of dress for my body type; reminiscent of a 50's housewife, with a narrow waist and full skirt. It's a beautiful light blue color, with a pretty but understated black and white floral print. I look at Him with big, excited eyes. He smirks in that way I love, and says: "There's more. Keep digging." I squeak in excitement and lay the dress on the bed to see what other treasures my Master has bought for me. As I lift another layer of tissue paper, I see the most beautiful garter belt I have ever set eyes on. It's gorgeous; black, silk fabric with lace accents. Complete with the matching thong, bra and thigh highs...I can't fucking wait to try it on. All of it. There is no question as to whether or not it will fit – I know it will. My Master never buys the wrong size. I love it when He dresses me, when He picks what clothes I wear or how to style my hair. I am His – I take pride in readying myself the way He likes. I turn, jump off the bed, and hug Him tightly; thanking Him for His thoughtful gifts, still clutching them in my hands. He gently grabs my chin and raises my gaze to meet His, looks at me for a brief moment, and then leans in and gives me yet another gift; a long, passionate kiss, full of wanton desire. He reaches behind my head and grabs a fistful of my wet hair, pulling hard, forcing me to look at the ceiling. I groan in surprise and pleasure as he lines my neck with gentle bites, careful not to leave any visible marks. He stops, clears His throat, lets go of my hair, grabs my shoulders, and turns me to face the bed again. "Enough. Get dressed. I have one more gift for you." Another gift?! He is too good to me. How did I get so lucky to have found Him? As He leaves the room, I decide to put on my sexy new undergarments first, starting with the thigh highs. These are super hot. Then I step into the thong and tug it into place. Then the bra...that was easy enough. I look in the mirror...so far so good. Then I grab the garter belt and...wait...how do I put this on? I've never worn one before. I try to put it on but it doesn't feel right...is this backwards? There's no way I have this right...where do I fasten the dangly things? "I knew you would have trouble with that." I glance up and He's standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame and laughing softly. How long was He standing there? How long did He watch me fumbling with this damn thing? I shoot Him a dirty look and then realize how silly I must look. My stern look breaks as I smile and laugh at myself. I throw my hands up in the air, signifying how totally helpless I am. "Can I get a little help?" "'Can I get a little help' WHAT?" "Can I please get a little help with this, Master?" "Better. Keep slipping up like that and you will pay for it, do you understand?" "Yes, Master." He walks over to me and puts His hand out. "Give me the garter belt." I sheepishly hand it to Him and chide myself for being so fucking clueless. "Turn around." I do as I'm told. He reaches around me as He settles the garter belt in place and then moves His hands behind me to fasten it. So THAT'S how it goes on! Oh my God...how did I not figure that out? "Turn to the side." I turn. He glides His firm hands down from my ass to my upper thigh, grabbing the small clips hanging from the garter belt and fastening them to the thigh highs, three on each leg. As He fastens one, I turn a little further so He can fasten the next, and the next, until He's finished. With each little 'click' of a clasp closing, my breathing gets shallower. God, I feel so alive when He touches me. "I would ask you to turn around for me, but we've already done that, haven't we?" He stands, locking eyes with me, and my face blushes as I nod. But the redness disappears as soon as I see in the mirror how sexy I look. Wow...my Master has exquisite taste. This is absolutely gorgeous and it fits like it was made for me. I turn a bit in front of the mirror and admire the beauty of it. "I'm glad to see that you like it." "Thank you Master, it's stunning. I love it." "I trust you can take it from here." "Yes, Master." As He turns to leave again, I quickly step into the dress, zip it up as far as I can, and adjust the cute little belt. I step into my favorite pair of heels and check myself in the mirror one more time. This dress...it fits as perfectly as the undergarments. It's breathtaking...I am in awe. I turn and walk out to see what my remaining gift is. I must look better than I thought, because upon my entrance my Master's eyes double in size and His mouth falls slightly ajar. "You look...incredible." "Thank you, Master." I take the few steps to close the gap between us and turn around, my back to Him, lifting my hair out of the way. He slides the zipper up the rest of the way. He then visibly gathers His wits, which makes me blush. It's not often I can make Him speechless, so I enjoy the moment while it lasts. He clears His throat and speaks again: "Ditch the heels. You're going to want flats." Okay... I turn to the bedroom and fetch a pair of simple black flats that match my new outfit. I return to my Master and give Him a look that says 'Are these okay'? He nods in approval and says: "It's time for your final gift. Technically this one is for both of us, but I want you to open it." I smile wide and take the small box from His outstretched hand. Forget being graceful; I tear into the package like a child at Christmas. If it's for both of us, I imagine it's got to be really cool. I get past all the packaging and down to the gift and...what the hell is it? He sees the confusion on my face and hands me His phone with an app I've never seen on the screen. It has the word "vibe" in it. Is this...what I think it is? I look at Him again, trying to understand exactly what He has given me. "What you're holding in your hand is a special kind of vibrator. I'll show you how to wear it. And when you wear it, I will control it with this." He gestures to the app on His phone. "There are many settings, and I'm eager to try them all." I can't help but marvel at the beauty of modern technology. On the inside I'm screaming excitedly, but I keep a calm exterior as I simply say "Yes, Master." "Go lie on the bed with your legs spread wide open for me." "Yes, Master." I do as I'm told. He follows directly behind me. Right as I lie down and spread my legs, He grabs my left ankle so swiftly I gasp in surprise. He yanks hard on my leg, sliding my ass to the edge of the bed in one swift motion. "Sit up so you can see, but keep your legs spread like a good slut." I sit up eagerly, ready to see what this marvelous little toy does. Before He puts it on, He slides a finger slowly in and then out of my pussy, and says: "You're wet already. Good girl." I smile at him again and lower my eyes once more to what is happening between my legs. He holds up the toy and explains to me that one side will go inside me, and the remaining side will rest on my clit. He explains how it stays in place as He slides it inside me. I repress a moan as I watch Him putting it in place. This is going to be fun. "Is that comfortable?" "Yes, Master." "Good. Now finish getting ready. We're going for a field trip." Oh Jesus, He's going to use this thing on me in public?! My mind starts running wild; vibrators are my weakness. I've never managed to be even remotely quiet when we play with one. Will I be able to contain myself? Am I going to disappoint Him? As I put the finishing touches on my hair, I feel a strong BUZZ and yelp in surprise. He comes up behind me, laughing. "You're going to have to hide it better than that." I look at Him with my most helpless puppy dog eyes, showing Him that this will be difficult for me. But I then harden my face and my resolve, and promise myself that I will not displease Him. I'll do anything to make sure that doesn't happen. "You look great. Are you ready now?" "Yes, Master." He rests his hand on my waist as we walk together to the front door. He releases me and steps past me to open the front door. We walk to the car and He opens that door for me, too. My Master is such a gentleman. Chivalry may be a lost art, but it is most certainly not dead. He is proof of that. As He walks around the car to the driver's side, I sit and fidget for a moment. Uncertainty and excitement are fighting a battle inside my head. He opens His door and sits in the driver's seat, puts the key in and starts the car. "One more thing." He opens the glove box and inside is a black satin blindfold. He hands it to me. "Put this on, and be sure it's comfortable. You're going to be wearing it for awhile." I follow my Master's command and settle the soft blindfold against my eyes and adjust the strap around my head so it's not bothersome. I'm totally blind; this thing doesn't even allow the tiniest bit of light to hit my eyes. I turn my head to face my Master, even though I can't see Him. "Put on your seatbelt. It's going to be a bumpy ride." I chuckle lightly at His horrible joke and reach to fasten my seatbelt. As soon as I hear the "click" I feel the vibe inside me begin buzzing again, in a delightful pulse pattern of growing intensity. My mouth must be hanging open, because He says: "Close your mouth. And for the duration of the car ride, you will not make a single noise. Do you understand, slut?" "Yes, Master." Well, I guess now I get to find out how quiet I can be. At least I can do it from the safety of the car though, right? He must be taking it for a test run before attempting to use it in public. I feel a little relieved, but also...is that disappointment? Maybe I wanted to use this thing in public more than I thought. But, first things first. I need to focus on the task at hand. After we're in the car for a few minutes, the vibrations change to a faster pulse, with varying intensity. It's like riding a roller coaster – the best fucking roller coaster EVER. I bite my lip and suppress my every desire to moan and scream in pleasure. I sit in my seat absolutely silent, not allowing my face to show any expression. Suddenly I realize my nails are digging into my thighs really hard. I release them and as soon as I do, the relief triggers a powerful orgasm that ravages through me, making my entire body shudder. "You just came, didn't you?" "...yes, Master. I'm sorry." "You should be. You didn't ask permission." Immediately I feel the vibrator being turned up to an almost intolerable strength. Right after climax my clit is so sensitive...so this must be my punishment for cumming without permission. He knows I hate this. I squirm in my seat as my clit begs for release from the vibration. I can't hold it in any longer. I speak out of turn: "Master, please stop. PLEASE!!" He speaks one simple word: "No." I squirm and jump in my seat as I try to beg again: "Master please, it's too much, I can't take it. I'm so sorry I came without permission, it won't happen again! I promise!" "Good girl." Instant relief. The vibe isn't shut off, but the buzzing decreases considerably in intensity. Holy shit that is so much better. "Make that mistake again and I won't be so generous with your punishment. Now be quiet and sit still like a good whore." I relax in my seat, lean my head back, and focus on the pleasure building in my pussy. After a few minutes He says: "I'm driving; I can't control the remote anymore. So you're going to have to do it. Take my phone from my hand." I reach out blindly and take the phone from Him, and hold it in my lap. "On the screen are buttons for all the different tricks this little toy can perform. When I tell you to, you will tap the screen and endure whatever kind of vibration you receive until you are told to change it again." I can't see the buttons, and even if I could I'd have no idea what they do. But I accept my task regardless. "Yes, Master." After a few minutes of the delightful, almost tickling sensation, He tells me to select something else. I feel along the phone in my hand as I put together where the screen is, and then touch a random spot near the bottom right corner. The vibrator jumps to life with a powerful buzz, followed by a smaller one. Big buzz, little buzz. On repeat. Oooh...this one is nice. Very nice. I put my head back and smile, wishing desperately that I could moan. "I'm watching you and I know what you're thinking. One little moan and we go back home. Don't disappoint me." Shit, can He read thoughts? I swear sometimes He can. My smile disappears as I regain my composure. "Just a few more minutes until we arrive. Tap the screen again." This time I opt for the area near the left side, center of the screen. It triggers a steady vibration that slowly increases, then decreases. Feels like about...three different speeds, maybe? It's a very nice feeling, if not quite strong enough. For the last few minutes of the drive, I enjoy the teasing vibrations. Then I feel the car slow and come to a stop. "Hand me the phone." My Master gently takes the phone from my hand and gets out of the car. Did...did He mean to leave the vibe running? Oh, who am I kidding – of course He did. I wait in my seat, blindfold on and seat belt fastened. I hear my car door open and He reaches in, across my body, to unbuckle me. I can smell His skin, the body wash he uses...god, He smells so good. Before I step out of the car He says "take your panties off and hand them to me." I do as He says. He takes the panties from my hand and then helps me out of the car. I can't help but wonder what He did with my panties, but I know it's not my place to question Him so I stay silent. "I'm taking the blindfold off now – it's rather bright out here. Close your eyes." I close my eyes obediently. As soon as He removes the blindfold I can tell that it's very sunny outside. The weather is calm with a little breeze, but overall a very nice and comfortable temperature. A beautiful day. "Take your time to adjust to the light. I'm right here." I shield my brow with my hand and slowly open my eyes. He's right...it's really fucking bright. But as my eyes adjust I see where we are – it's a public park. Why on earth would He bring me here? Is there a restaurant or mall nearby? What is He planning? I don't get it. I look over at Him in obvious confusion, but He gives nothing away. He simply takes my hand and says: "Come with me. We're going for a little stroll through the park." I tentatively grab His hand, not speaking a word as the vibe continues to buzz away inside me. "You're walking funny. Fix that." I...hadn't realized. I'm walking funny? I reassess my posture and steps, and adjust accordingly. I was definitely walking strange, almost bow-legged. Ugh, this is really hard. I have to actually think about the way I fucking walk?! Frustration mounts inside me and it must be written clearly on my face. "Relax. I mean it. You are thinking way too much." I can't relax...I'm going to fail, this is going to go poorly...I'm going to disappoint Him. My mind moves into a downward spiral of negativity. I start to panic. My emotions rise as I realize I'm not going to be able to please my Master, and a tear begins to form in my eye. He stops dead in His tracks, turns, and speaks to me. "What's wrong? Your whole demeanor has changed. You think you're going to fail, don't you? Trust me, you won't. It would be impossible." "But it's so hard..." My voice trembles, along with my knees. "Don't make the mistake of interrupting me again. You are trying your best, yes? You may answer that." "Yes Master, I'm trying." "And that's all I could possibly ask from you. You're doing fine, you just need to relax. All you have to do is listen to me and follow my commands as always. You can do that, right?" "Yes, Master." "Good. Let's keep going then." I wipe the tear from my eye. He's right, He's always right. I take a deep breath and begin walking again, clutching His hand as if it were a life line. I will myself to relax and trust His judgment. As we walk the path in the park, we slow and He stops for a moment. I see that He has brought me to a beautiful area. There's a small pond with ducks and people sitting on benches nearby feeding them bread crumbs. A big playground on the far side of the duck pond is filled with children playing and screaming with joy. I feel a pang of sorrow as I miss my children deeply. I promise myself that I will come back to this park with them next weekend. They would love it here. As I take in the sights, I start to feel calmer. I realize that He has turned off the vibe and look up at Him questioningly. "Yeah, I turned it off a few minutes ago. It took you awhile to notice, I lost you there for a minute." "I'm sorry, my mind was wandering. This place is...really nice." "I thought you might like it." Still holding my hand, He leads me to a stone bench nestled in a quiet, secluded part of the park, against a large tree providing heavy shade to the area. All the other people are on the other side of the park. There isn't anyone within at least 100 feet of us. Something is going to happen here; He led me to this bench for a reason. He releases my hand, gives me His phone, and takes a seat on the bench. A Stroll through the Park Pt. 02 *Note to the reader - This piece is the other side of the story to my previous writing "A Stroll Through the Park". I hope you enjoy the Master's perspective! Happy reading!* God, I was awake nearly all night. What was I thinking? I rub my eyes and take a sip of my gas station coffee as I drive back home. I've just dropped the kids at my mom's for the weekend and ...well, good luck mom. I laugh and shake my head at their energy; if only I could bottle and sell that; I'd be a very rich man. I pull into the driveway and step out of the car with coffee in hand. I take a big drink and then set it on the top of the car so I can open the trunk. I've had these packages in here for almost a week, waiting for the perfect time to give them to her – my other half; the slave to my Master. In these boxes are gifts I know will drive her wild. In one is the dress she's had her eye on for weeks; even though I have her measurements memorized, I double checked other items in her closet to make sure it's the right size. The other things I selfishly picked out because I wanted them, and I wanted to see her in them. Seems like a win/win in my book. I collect my thoughts and move quickly; if she's not awake yet, she will be soon. I gather the packages up in my arms and use my free hand to grab my coffee off the car roof. I carry it all to the front door and open it just slightly, listening for signs that she is awake – and I hear the shower. Good. I can sneak in these boxes before she gets out. I hastily set my coffee on the kitchen counter and place one of the smaller gift boxes next to it. I'm saving this one for last. The other, larger box with the red ribbon is going in the bedroom. I know just how I want to watch her open it; she's going to crawl for it. I place it in the center of our large bed so she will be forced to do just that. She's taking too fucking long. I'd love to sneak in, jerk the shower curtain back and roar, scaring the living shit out of her. Fuck, I just love the look of shock and confusion that flashes across her face when I do that. It's priceless. But I've got something a bit different in mind today...maybe scaring her to death isn't the best way to start off my plans. My plans...I stayed up until 3am planning today's activities. As my partner snored softly in our large and comfortable bed, her ass and thighs still red from our play earlier in the night, I was on the computer searching. Searching for locations; today I want to test her limits once again. She's mentioned before that she thinks the idea of fucking in public is hot...well today; she's going to find out exactly how hot it really is. I found a park that I know she's going to love. I've even driven by it before so thankfully I don't have to use GPS. I hate that fucking thing. There's something particularly annoying about that smug, female voice telling me to "take the next right". Fuck you, GPS bitch. I take a deep breath and walk silently into the bathroom. She's humming. Adorable. Suddenly the water shuts off, and I realize I'm just standing here like an idiot. I think quickly and snatch her towel off the rack, hold it up, and plaster a big smile on my face. She steps out, sees me, and smiles back. Her fucking smile...it lights the darkest parts of my heart. She has no idea the power her smile has over me. I'm the alpha, I dominate, but she has more power in our relationship than she knows. I wrap the towel around her wet body and hug her tight. My heart pounds as I complete the switch from her lover to her Master. "Meet me in the bedroom. You have two minutes." I whisper into her ear. Her entire body stiffens, followed by an almost unnoticeable shudder. Almost. I am attuned to every little movement her body makes; she can't hide anything from me. My slut is excited, and that's exactly how I want her to be. I leave the bathroom, enter the bedroom, and choose a place to stand, near the bed. I want a good view of what's about to happen. I stand impatiently for a moment, then check my watch...she's got 15 seconds. She had better get out here before then or I will punish her. 9...8... I start to think about which paddle I'm going to use on her. 5...4...3... She steps out of the bathroom just in time – not in the towel as I suspected, but stark naked. I see her eyes dart to the gift on the bed and widen, and she looks like she's about to move towards it. I give her the eye. She knows what it means. She's frozen in place as I drink in her naked beauty. I have heard people refer to such a look as "undressing with your eyes" – but I don't need to undress my toy. She's already done that for me. I'm fucking her with my eyes. Spanking her, biting her, leaving little red welts on her pert, round ass. Watching her supple tits jiggle as I pound into her...shit, I'm getting lost in the thought. I realize she's waiting patiently to open her gift, so I release her to do so by saying: "Very nice. You may open your present now." She walks over to the bed quickly, closing the gap in a split second. My slave really loves gifts. And I love to see her light up when she receives one. I take a couple steps closer as she crawls onto the bed towards the box. Her ass is up in the air, just begging to be spanked...ah, fuck it. I stick my thumb in my mouth to moisten it and pop it inside her plump little pussy. I feel her tighten around my thumb as she gasps and freezes in place, her mind completely forgetting about the gift for that brief moment. I give it a little wiggle and pull it back out, smacking her ass gently and stepping away. It takes her a minute to pull herself together; when I say I have her wrapped around my finger, I do mean that literally. Something so simple as my thumb forcing into her unexpectedly makes her fucking melt. The part inside me that gets off on the power I have over her stirs to life, ready to take her. To use her for my pleasure. I suddenly get a primal urge to mount her and fuck her...but no...reel it in, man. Now is not the time. I stand back and resume watching my slut open her gift. She's untied the ribbon and she's lifting the lid now. Instantly I know she likes it. Her eyes are big as fucking dinner plates. It pays off to notice the things my partner looks at while we're shopping. When she saw this dress last week I made a mental note; and went back later that same day, alone, to buy it for her. I know the look on her face that says "I need this" and it's my job to give her what she needs. And of course, there are the ways she thanks me... "There's more. Keep digging." I say as she admires the dress. She sets it aside and makes the adorable little "squeak" sound that I love. I reflect on last night fondly; she makes that same sound when she's denied an orgasm. Every single time...that desperate little squeak while she squirms, disappointed and begging me for more. I live for those moments. When she's begging helplessly, I'm truly alive. I'm pulled from my thoughts by my whore vaulting off the bed and wrapping her small arms around me, clutching her new lingerie and thanking me. Ugh, fuck this. I'm tired of controlling myself. I grab her chin, meet her gaze, and set my mouth upon hers. Fuck, her lips are so soft. And the way she's kissing back, she wants me now. I'm intoxicated by the smell of her clean skin, the way her nipples have already hardened. I grab her hair roughly and pull so I have better access to her long, graceful neck. I sink my teeth into her flawless skin – but not too hard – I know she doesn't like me to leave marks. She tastes so good; I can feel her pulse increasing through the exposed artery in her neck. My dick is getting hard...shit. Okay enough of that. I release her immediately, clear my throat in an attempt to get a fucking handle on myself, and turn her back to the bed. "Enough. Get dressed. I have one more gift for you." I move out of the bedroom, but keep her in sight. Her back is to me, and she's putting on her new undergarments excitedly, looking at herself approvingly in the mirror. Those were more of a judgment call on my part, not something she even indicated she wanted. I sigh in relief, as I can tell by the look on her face that I made the right call. Now comes the fun part – watching her try to put on a garter belt for the first time. I chuckle silently to myself; who the fuck am I kidding? I'm no better - I had to Google it last night myself, knowing I would have to help her put it on. She looks so confused, her pretty face twisted up in confusion and uncertainty. As her frustration builds, I realize it's time to step in. If I let her keep going, she's going to get upset. I place myself in the doorway and lean against the frame. "I knew you would have trouble with that." She turns and looks at me, clearly embarrassed. Her face moves from frustration to confusion again, to...is that defiance? I can read her face like a book, she knows better than to fucking look at me that way. I feel an anger building inside of me – and then her face relaxes, she smiles, and throws her hands up in the air. I let a whoosh of air go as I try to calm the anger that was slowly making its way to the surface. She says to me: "Can I get a little help?" My anger resurfaces as soon as she speaks. My slut has forgotten her place yet again and I'm running out of forgiveness for her. I put her in her place by fixing a stern look on my face and saying: "'Can I get a little help' WHAT?" She blushes. Good. At least she realizes her mistake. "Can I please get a little help with this, Master?" I'm already thinking of new punishments as I reply: "Better. Keep slipping up like that and you will pay for it, do you understand?" "Yes, Master." I calm myself once again as I walk over to her, promising myself that the next time she slips up and forgets her place will be the last. fucking. time. I hold out my hand to her. "Give me the garter belt." I say a little gruffer than I intended. But it had the desired effect. She's submissive once again, letting go of the small bit of defiance she exhibited moments earlier. Much better. She hands me the garter belt, clearly feeling foolish. I don't mind letting that feeling linger for a moment. She'll be distracted from it soon enough. I instruct her: "Turn around." I reach around her and center the front of the garter belt against her belly. She lifts her arms as I bring it around her backside to fasten it. Damn, these tiny hooks are a pain in the ass! Now for the little dangling clasps...I try not to let my hands fumble too much, but I don't think she would notice either way. She's clearly aroused, even though I'm barely touching her. Just the way I like it. "Turn to the side." She turns like the obedient little slave she is. I begin fastening the small clasps on her garter belt to the thigh highs, one at a time, focusing as I do so. Clearly these were made for smaller, female fingers, but she doesn't seem to have noticed my clumsiness. She continues to turn without being told as I fasten all six clasps. I can't help but make a snarky comment as I stand: "I would ask you to turn around for me, but we've already done that, haven't we?" I lock her eyes with mine and she turns crimson – such a predictable reaction coming from her, but the satisfaction I get from it never fades. But then she sees herself in the mirror and that look changes instantly from embarrassment to adoration. "I'm glad to see that you like it." "Thank you Master, it's stunning. I love it." I tease her a little before I leave the room by saying "I trust you can take it from here." "Yes, Master." She turns towards the dress laid on the bed, and I go out to the kitchen to finish my coffee and wait for her. I take a long drink, emptying the cup, and then toss the cup in the trash. I think idly that I can't wait to see how she looks. If I'm right, the dress will be a perfect fit; but more importantly, if it is, I'll get to see her smile again. And when she smiles like that...well, she positively glows. I glance over at the remaining gift box on the counter and nearly move to grab it, but I'm distracted by the click of heels on the floor as she enters the kitchen. I turn towards the sound, my eyes first finding the source of the noise - her shoes - then moving up. I'm intoxicated. I feel my jaw drop open slightly as my eyes reach her chest; damn she has an incredible rack, and that dress just perfectly accentuates it. And there's that smile. She's caught the way I'm looking at her. I admit to what I'm thinking out loud: "You look...incredible." "Thank you, Master." She then walks towards me and turns gracefully, while lifting her hair out of the way. I tug the zipper the rest of the way up and she turns back around. I'm suddenly aware of the look I must have on my face and clear my throat, wiping my features clean and regaining my composure. I realize in that moment that she is wearing heels. Those will not do, she needs to change. "Ditch the heels. You're going to want flats." Wordlessly, she turns to the bedroom to fetch a different pair of shoes. In a brief moment, she returns in simple black shoes that look much more comfortable and appropriate for where I'm taking her. She gives me a look, asking with her eyes if they are a suitable choice. I nod in approval, indicating that they are. I turn to the package on the counter and grab it, holding it in front of me. "It's time for your final gift. Technically this one is for both of us, but I want you to open it." I extend my arm, the little box in my palm. She grins and takes it from me, and her graceful nature flies out the window as she fucking tears into it. I guess she's too excited to care about that anymore. As she rips through the wrapping, I pull my phone from my pocket and open an app. This is going to be needed to explain the gift's purpose. She shreds through all the gift paper, and removes the lid from the little box. Instantly her face changes from excitement to total confusion. I hand her my phone, the app still on the screen, and begin to explain: "What you're holding in your hand is a special kind of vibrator. I'll show you how to wear it. And when you wear it, I will control it with this." I gesture to my phone as she holds it, looking curiously at the app on the screen. "There are many settings, and I'm eager to try them all." "Yes, Master." Now comes the real fun - putting it on her. "Go lie on the bed with your legs spread wide open for me." "Yes, Master." As she turns to the bedroom I follow her, thinking excitedly of this awesome toy I bought. This little vibe will fit right inside her so she can wear it anywhere while her pussy remains under my control. Better yet, she can keep it on while I fuck her so I get to feel the vibrations too. I smile to myself and think 'this thing is going to get a lot of use'. She reaches the bed and lays down as instructed, my phone still in her hand, her dress pulled up around her waist and her legs spread open. That won't work, I need her on the edge of the bed. I grab her roughly by her left ankle and she gasps as I tug on it, but doesn't struggle as I pull her into the position I need her in. She's laying back, her eyes closed. That won't work either. "Sit up so you can see, but keep your legs spread like a good slut." She follows my command. I can't resist; I have to tease her, just a bit. I move her panties to the side and slip my finger in and back out of her pussy, twisting it as I do. Her body responds, though she says nothing. "You're wet already. Good girl." She looks up at me and smiles, but then her eager eyes fall right back down to her pussy and the device in my hand. I hold it up just a bit and explain to her how it works. I did a lot of research before I bought it and read all the information that came with it when it arrived. This thing is fucking marvelous and as I tell her more, I think she's beginning to understand that. As I explain how it will stay inside her, I slide it into her pussy mid-sentence. Once again her body responds to my touch, but she says nothing. I need to know that I inserted it properly, so I ask: "Is that comfortable?" "Yes, Master." "Good. Now finish getting ready. We're going for a field trip." I can see the gears in her mind turning faster by the second as she hands my phone back to me and turns to the bathroom to do her hair. She has no idea where we're going and that's going to drive her crazy. I love teasing her. After a few minutes I walk toward the bathroom and stand just outside the door. I lean in unseen and catch a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror; she's tucking a few stray hairs into place, but the rest of her hair has been expertly weaved into a French braid. I don't know how she does that, and it amazes me every time. I lean back out of the doorway and select an option for the vibe that the pamphlet said will produce a powerful buzz. As soon as I push the button, she yelps and jumps about a foot in the air. I laugh and walk up behind her, relishing the moment. "You're going to have to hide it better than that." She looks up at me with the pitiful,wide-eyed expression that she tries to use for sympathy now and then but never works. She then seemingly adjusts her thoughts, because her face relaxes into a distant yet determined glare. "You look great. Are you ready now?" "Yes, Master." She turns and I place my hand around her waist, escorting her to the front door. When we reach it, I let go and move past her to open it. As we step past the threshold I close the door behind us and place my hand back on her waist, walking her to the car and opening the passenger door for her. Call me old fashioned, but I always open doors for women. Just feels like the right thing to do. I circle the car and get into the drivers' side, stick the key in the ignition and turn it to start the engine. Oh yeah; I have one last little thing to give her and I intentionally left it here, in the car. "One more thing." I reach across the car to the glove box and open it, grabbing the last item that will really take her experience to the next level. It's a small, simple blindfold made of soft satin with a stretchy, elastic headband to secure it in place around her head. I hand it to her. "Put this on, and be sure it's comfortable. You're going to be wearing it for awhile." She takes it from me and puts it on, then turns to me as if trying to look at me - although I know she can't see shit through that thing. I tried it on myself and found it to be a very effective blindfold. I put on my own seat belt and then instruct her to do the same, unable to stop myself from making a stupid joke in the process. "Put on your seat belt. It's going to be a bumpy ride." She humors me with a small laugh and moves to buckle her seat belt as she was told. I have the phone in my hand once again, and I select a button that should set the toy to buzzing in a sort of pattern. Her mouth drops open. Everything is in place, it's time; time to set the tone and let her know how this portion of the game is going to play out. "Close your mouth. And for the duration of the car ride, you will not make a single noise. Do you understand, slut?" "Yes, Master." With her blind and helplessly vibrating away, I put the car into gear and pull out of the driveway, resting my phone in my lap. A few minutes pass, we hit a stop sign, and I decide to switch up the vibrator's action to see how she reacts. I select another button and watch out of the corner of my eye as her left eyebrow arches ever so slightly and she bites her lip. One of her hands is on her thigh and squeezing it like hell. But to her credit, she remains completely silent. I'm both proud and impressed by her restraint. A Stroll through the Park Pt. 02 Then her breath catches and her entire body shudders, overtaken by orgasm. Now we have a problem. She knows better than to cum without permission, that is one rule that never changes. I speak to confirm my suspicions. "You just came, didn't you?" I ask with a fire in my voice that she knows means she's in trouble. "....yes, Master. I'm sorry." She stutters. "You should be. You didn't ask permission." I remind her, annoyed that it's even necessary. And now I'm pissed. This is an unacceptable slip-up and this time she's going to learn from her mistake. I realize that here in the car I'm limited in my punishment options...but then my mind turns to the phone in my lap. Her clit should still be nice and sensitive from the orgasm - time to make her fucking squirm. I select the button for the most powerful vibration this toy has to offer, ready to see her beg for mercy. She hates over-stimulation, but I hate disobedience even more. She's practically climbing out of her skin, completely unable to handle the stimulation overload on her clit. She begs so desperately, practically screaming: "Master please, it's too much, I can't take it. I'm so sorry I came without permission, it won't happen again! I promise!" "Good girl." Enough is enough; I've made my point. I tap another button that will reduce the frequency of the buzzing to a more tolerable level. She sinks back into her seat, clearly relieved. "Make that mistake again and I won't be so generous with your punishment. Now be quiet and sit still like a good whore." She's been made aware that she's on thin ice now. I hope for her sake she knows better than to test it any further. A few minutes pass as my whore is in ecstasy next to me, and I consider selecting another vibrating option - but then realize the traffic is too heavy for me to look at my phone. Fuck...what now? I have to improvise; she'll need to take over. I grab the phone off my lap and hand it to her: "I'm driving, I can't control the remote anymore. So you're going to have to do it. Take my phone from my hand." She blindly reaches out and clumsily takes it from me, laying it to rest in her lap. I realize I have to give her a quick verbal tutorial on how to use it without being able to see. "On the screen are buttons for all the different tricks this little toy can perform. When I tell you to, you will tap the screen and endure whatever kind of vibration you receive until you are told to change it again." "Yes, Master." After sitting at a stoplight for what felt like forever, I decide it's time for another change and instruct her to select a different option from the app. She feels along the sides of the phone in her hand, in what I'm assuming is an attempt to map out the screen in her mind. She taps a button, I can't see which, and then leans back with a smile on her face. I wonder how long she can stay silent. I really want her to get this task right, so I remind her, even though I shouldn't: "I'm watching you and I know what you're thinking. One little moan and we go back home. Don't disappoint me." Her smile disappears - the perfect reaction. I can see her stiffen her posture; she's visibly fighting to keep her composure. Excellent. It's a beautiful thing to watch her struggle at my hands. Traffic slows as we near our destination. I decide to give her a small hint to indicate that this part of the game is almost over: "Just a few more minutes until we arrive. Tap the screen again." She predictably does as she is told, selecting another pattern by tapping a button on the screen. Her body language changes and she relaxes into what must be a more tolerable vibration for the last leg of the drive. We've made it to the park - I locate a parking spot and pull in, putting the car in gear and the key in my pocket. Aware that the vibe is still in action, I need my phone back.: "Hand me the phone." She holds up the phone and I gently take it from her, then move to get out of the car without another word. I take my time circling the car to her door, leaving her alone with her thoughts for a brief moment, knowing she's probably gone through a thousand questions in her head by now. I open her door and undo her seat belt, making sure that I get as close to her as possible without touching her. Immediately after unbuckling her I give her a command before she has time to stand: "Take your panties off and hand them to me." She gracefully slips her panties off her hips and down her legs, pulling them off over her shoes and handing them to me. I pocket them for possible later use, and grab her by the hand to help her out of the car. Now for the unveiling. Concerned for her eyes going from absolute darkness to bright sunshine, I think last minute to warn her: "I'm taking the blindfold off now – it's rather bright out here. Close your eyes." I reach behind her head and slip the blindfold off, careful not to mess up her hair. "Take your time to adjust to the light. I'm right here." As she does, slowly opening her eyes while shielding them from the sun with her hand, I take a moment to appreciate how pretty she looks. Seeing her naked in all her glory will always be my favorite, but I like her this way too. Even looking at her fully dressed, in a public setting, I can feel myself start to stiffen. There's a reason she's my slut and nobody else's; she lights a fire in me and constantly stokes it with her love and obedience. She belongs to me, and there is no mistaking the fact that I belong to her too. As her eyes adjust to the light, she's clearly confused as to where I've brought her. A smile spreads across my face, I can't help it. She turns to me with a lost look on her face; this is clearly not what she was expecting. I grab her hand and say: "Come with me. We're going for a little stroll through the park." She grabs my hand and we move through the parking lot to the park entrance. She's walking like a duck and it's fucking hilarious - but I dare not laugh. I simply correct her instead: "You're walking funny. Fix that." She changes her stride a bit, straightens her back and legs, and keeps walking. Much better. I can tell she's frustrated, but I want to see how far she can go without needing reassurance. As we enter the park she's walking normally again, but clearly has a storm brewing in her mind. The look on her face is not a good one, I've seen it enough to know. "Relax. I mean it. You are thinking way too much." Instead of relaxing, her face falls and I immediately see defeat written all over it. She's beating herself up inside, I know it. That will not do. "What's wrong? Your whole demeanor has changed. You think you're going to fail, don't you? Trust me, you won't. It would be impossible ." Her previously calm exterior cracks a bit and her voice is shaky as she replies: "But it's so hard..." She knows better than to talk back, regardless of the circumstances. "Don't make the mistake of interrupting me again. You are trying your best, yes? You may answer that." "Yes Master, I'm trying." "And that's all I could possibly ask from you. You're doing fine, you just need to relax. All you have to do is listen to me and follow my commands as always. You can do that, right?" "Yes, Master." "Good. Let's keep going then." She gathers her wits once again, wipes the tears from her eyes, and takes a deep breath as we continue to walk through the park, clutching my hand in a death grip. We're coming up on my favorite spot, and I find myself hoping it calms her. There's a nice little pond with some ducks and people feeding them. We can see some kids on the far playground, and hear their screams and giggles. As she looks on, I decide to turn off the vibe and see if she notices. I look at her in shock and disbelief as I switch the vibe app off and she doesn't even flinch. She clearly needs a moment. I stand and wait patiently, holding her hand as she collects her thoughts. After a minute or two of quiet contemplation, she looks at me, finally realizing the vibe is off. "Yeah, I turned it off a few minutes ago. It took you awhile to notice, I lost you there for a minute." "I'm sorry, my mind was wandering. This place is...really nice." "I thought you might like it." She's seemingly no longer paying attention to anything but me - she's back where I need her, and now I find myself getting excited to show her the real reason I brought her here. Without releasing her hand, I turn to a distant part of the park, secluded from the rest of the people. There's a stone bench under a tree; it's nicely shaded and perfectly private. This will do very nicely for what I have in mind. As we approach the bench, I release her hand and give her my phone before taking a seat. Now comes the tricky part - not being noticed. I've put a lot of thought into how I'm going to accomplish this. "Stand in front of me and make it look like you're texting." She does as she is told, obscuring me from view. I wince a bit as I struggle to free my dick from the zipper of my slacks. Got hard a little too fast. Down, boy. "Lift the back of your dress - discreetly. Then sit on my lap and be gentle about it." As she bends over to sit, I adjust myself a bit so she'll feel that I'm ready for her. She freezes in place when she feels my cock poke her in the thigh as she goes to sit, but then manages to perch on my lap without hurting me. But the way she's sitting is clearly unnatural and therefore unacceptable. She needs to be more discreet. "Get in a comfortable position that looks natural." She turns her legs to the side and puts her arms around my neck, smiling up at me. "Done." "Good. Now lift your hips." I straighten myself so I can hold her as she adjusts. I feel the weight of her upper body on my shoulders as she uses them to lift herself. As she holds that position, hovering over my lap, I say: "You can lower your hips now. I don't think I have to tell you where I want them to land. And don't give me that look. We both know you're wet enough." I don't know if she makes those faces because she wants me to see them, or if she really doesn't realize that she's doing it. Always that little pout, that brief moment of uncertainty. One day that will be gone and she will trust me implicitly - I hope. My thoughts are immediately cleared the moment I feel her make contact, slowly sliding down my cock until she's resting on my lap. There is no feeling in the world that can match the sensation of being fully inside my whore. She moans quietly, but it's obviously enough to bring her mind back to the reality of our situation, because she's instantly paranoid. As she turns her head to look around, I catch her face with one hand and stop her. "You don't need to look at anything but me unless you are told otherwise. I'm watching, don't you worry about that. Nobody is paying attention. Now give me my phone." She turns and hands the phone to me, and I try to think straight as I look through the different vibe options. Damn, there are so many. I read most of the pamphlet, but I still don't know what all of them do. I glance up at my slut, her face so close to mine, and she's wearing a knowing smile. "That's right. I told you this gift was for both of us, and I meant it." Finally I decide on something with an icon that looks like a wave...seems interesting. Let's give it a go. I push the button and feel the vibrator inside her start to buzz and holy shit it feels amazing. Now I get why women like vibes so much. Almost as soon as I turn the vibe on, she clutches me tight and buries her face in my shoulder. Now comes the time for her real challenge... "Start moving your hips. Slowly, now. We don't want anyone to know what we're doing over here." She starts to swirl her hips, riding my dick as discreetly as possible, while resting her head on my chest. I take a quick glance around to make sure that we're not being noticed, and confirm that we're in the clear. Only a few moments pass before she whispers in my ear: "Master, may I please cum?" "Yes, but do it quietly." My slut is a moaner and we both know it. I feel her body begin to react as she climaxes. She bites into my shoulder and I really don't mind it. Better she bite me than cry out my name. I love the way she feels when she cums; her pussy quivers and hugs my dick tight, as if she never wants to let go. After a moment I feel her start to calm and despite wanting a release myself, I turn off the vibe for the time being. She's had her fun. Now it's time for mine. As her breathing begins to slow, I remark: "What a dirty whore...I think you just might be a bit of an exhibitionist." She smiles, clearly satisfied in every sense of the word. And her satisfaction means my satisfaction. I couldn't be more pleased. "Rest for a minute and be sure that your legs work. Let me know when you're ready, and we'll go for another walk." With my cock still buried inside her, we sit and relax for a moment, our arms wrapped around each other. I enjoy the moment for what it is; beautiful simplicity. The feel of the light breeze, the warmth of the sun, the smell of her hair...it's altogether intoxicating. After a few minutes of silence her body is again at ease, and she speaks: "I'm ready. May I stand now?" "You may, but do so slowly and don't draw attention to yourself. Then immediately as you stand, bend over like you're checking your shoe. I'm going to remove the vibe." Let's hope I can do this as swiftly and smoothly as I planned. She stands up, slowly sliding off my cock and adjusting her dress. She stands directly in front of me like commanded, and bends over to touch her shoe. I quickly reach under her dress, find her pussy (it's not hard, she's soaking wet) and pull out the vibe. She stands upright and stays put, covering for me while I put my dick back in my pants and adjust myself. I rise to stand next to her and grab her hand, leading her towards a hiking trail I know is close by. "See that little hiking path there? That's where we're going." I say, while pointing to it. "Wait...I'm not dressed for hiking.." Backtalk again. She's really fucking pushing it. "Was that an argument, slut?" "N-no..." "Good. Keep moving and go where I tell you to. Do you understand?" "Yes, Master." I hold tight to her hand as I guide her through the grass, making a beeline towards the trail on the edge of the woods. I know she's throwing a fit inside her head right now, and I silently thank her for keeping it internal. I have no patience for that bullshit and she knows it. As we hit the tree line, I grasp her hand a bit tighter, knowing the ground is uneven and she might have trouble navigating it. I lead her as far into the woods as I'm comfortable, noting the trail as we go so we don't get lost on our way back - and then I stop, mid-stride. I see a tree that will work perfectly for what I plan to do, and I let her know: "This spot will do nicely." ".....nicely....for what, Master?" More questions. "You don't need to think about that. All you need to think about is bending over, grabbing that fucking tree, and holding on for dear life. NOW." She's slightly hesitant but she obeys, bending over and wrapping her arms around the tree, hugging it tight. Perfect. I lift her dress up to expose her ass and she shivers, her skin prickling with goosebumps. "I'm going to fuck you. Right here, right now. And you're going to take it like the filthy slut that you are. You are not allowed to cum this time. You had yours, and now I'm taking mine." "Yes, Master." She replies weakly, sounding more whiny than enthusiastic. I lean over her, as close to her ear as I can get, and whisper; letting my anger show with my tone: "Try. That. Again." She hesitates for a few seconds - a few seconds too many. She's been entirely too uncertain today, questioning my every move, and this is the last goddamned straw. I raise my hand back and swing it fast, making contact with her ass cheek so hard the "crack" sound echoes around us. "Yes, Master!" She practically screams, eager to correct herself and avoid another smack. My hand poised for another, I decide to let it slide - because I just can't wait another fucking second to take her. My slave is wet and ready for me and I need this...no more being patient. I undo my belt and force my pants down in one quick motion, then lower my hand to lightly rub the spot where I left my mark seconds before. "Good girl." Immediately after the words leave my lips, I thrust into her with a force that drives her face into the tree trunk - and I don't stop there. I lose myself in her, caught in the moment, taking my slut the way I want her. I look up from her ass for a brief second and catch her peering around the tree, watching the trail. "I told you not to think about anyone else. You're not listening." She's really pissing me off now. "I'm sorry, Master. I'm paranoid." I can understand her caution, but she's ruining the fucking mood and she needs to shut the fuck up. I reach in my pocket and pull out her panties, crumpled up in my fist. If she won't listen and obey on her own, I'm going to take away her fucking choice. I pull out of her and grab her by her elbows, forcefully pulling her upright. I then seize her by the shoulders and turn her around, pinning her against the tree. I raise my fist in front of her, clenching the balled up panties so she can see them. "This should keep you fucking quiet." I stuff them in her mouth. I pull the blindfold from my pocket and hold in front of her so she can get a good look at it too, before I place it on her. "And this should keep you from being so fucking curious." I grab her by her left arm and put her back in the position I want. "Bend. Over." She bends over right away - now she's getting it. She finally fucking understands that I mean business. I'm done being easy on her, she's mine for the taking and I'm not showing any mercy. I ram completely into her, relishing the moment. I feel like a predator enjoying his prized prey after a long hunt as I continue to pound into her, the sound of our bodies colliding like music to my ears. I increase my pace, fucking her harder, feeling the spark of a climax building inside me. I become relentless, taking her with such a force that her knees are nearly buckling, giving me a sense of accomplishment and bringing me closer to satisfaction. With that feeling the spark within me is made flame, and I dig my fingertips into her ass - hard. As my body is overtaken by a strong orgasm I grunt and cum into my slave, feeling both exhausted and rejuvenated at the same time. I stand still for a moment, catching my breath and bringing myself back to reality. I back away from her and release her from my grip. She takes a breath and begins to stand, but I stop her: "I didn't say you could move, did I?" "No, Master." She says, her words muffled by her panties. I nearly burst out laughing but stop myself, grateful that she can't see the look on my face. "Then don't. I want to enjoy this sight for a few moments. Look at you; helpless, completely exposed, your pretty clothes all askew, knees shaking...with my cum dripping down your thighs. What a sight to behold. My beautiful, dirty little slut." I make her wait for a few moments longer before releasing her. "You may stand now." She reaches back with her hands and straightens her garter belt as she slowly stands, stretching herself back into her normal posture, her dress still up around her waist. I smile and watch in amusement as she wiggles her hips until her dress falls back where it belongs. She turns around with the blindfold still on, but crooked. Oh god, her hair is a mess. It's kind of hilarious, in a cute way. I step closer and remove the panties from her mouth, then the blindfold, smiling despite myself. A Stroll through the Park Pt. 02 "Nice little shimmy you did there." I say playfully. "Thanks, I did it just for you." "You do everything just for me." She smiles back knowingly, then bends down to fix the clips on her garter that came loose. She then dusts her hair off and runs her fingers through her hair - and judging by the look on her face, she's just figured out how it must look. I try to keep from laughing as I reach into my other pocket and pull out a small, soft washcloth that I brought for her to clean up with. I reach between her thighs and quickly wipe her pussy and thighs clean, fold up the cloth and return it to my pocket, and put my arm around her, drawing her nearer. I offer my arm to her in true gentlemanly fashion and she clutches it as we follow the trail back to the park. When we reach the clearing and step out of the wood line, I look over at her - she isn't even trying to hide how happy she is. I cant help but comment: "You're smiling like a fucking goofball." She laughs quietly. "I guess I can't help it." I give her my most mischievous look and reply: "I know." When we reach the car, I help her back in and return her panties to her. As she puts them back on in the privacy of the car I walk around to my door, thinking in that brief moment that I feel better than I have in days. This was exquisite. We will definitely be doing this again. I open my door, slide behind the wheel and look over at my lovely, dirty whore. My stomach growls and I realize I'm fucking famished. "Let's go get some food, babe. I'm starving." "Me too." "Just...try to fix your hair first, okay? You look like you just got fucked up against a tree." That made her laugh, just like I knew it would. And her laugh is like a drug; I'm hopelessly addicted. A Stroll through the Park "Stand in front of me and make it look like you're texting." I stand with my back to my Master as He sits on the bench. Why would He have me do this? But rather than question Him, I look down at His phone and although I'm staring at the vibe app, I move my thumbs around as if I am texting. He speaks again from behind me. "Lift the back of your dress - discreetly. Then sit on my lap and be gentle about it." I slowly shift the back of my dress as I lean forward to position my ass over His lap and lower it. Oh...oh my, he's...I can feel His dick. He's taken it out of His slacks...holy shit...that's why He made me stand in front of Him. "Get in a comfortable position that looks natural." Careful not to hurt my Master, I swing my legs around to His right side, the side that is open to the rest of the bench. I reach my hands up and wrap them around His neck and smile at Him. "Done." I say with a mischievous smile. "Good. Now lift your hips." I straighten my legs slightly and use the seat of the bench beside Him, as well as the strength of His shoulders as I grab them, to stabilize myself and raise my hips off His lap. He moves slightly Himself, adjusting to be more comfortable as well. "You can lower your hips now. I don't think I have to tell you where I want them to land. And don't give me that look. We both know you're wet enough." I blush as He states my thoughts yet again; my hands still wrapped around His neck as I lower myself onto His dick, agonizingly slow, until He is completely inside me. At that moment, a groan escapes my lips at the satisfaction of Him filling me. With that sound I am suddenly very conscious of my surroundings and turn my head to check if anyone is looking. He catches my cheek in His hand to stop me. "You don't need to look at anything but me unless you are told otherwise. I'm watching, don't you worry about that. Nobody is paying attention. Now give me my phone." I turn back to my Master and hand Him the phone as I am told. He looks thoughtfully at the array of options in front of Him - and I realize - He will be able to feel this too. Part of this vibe is inside me along with Him. A naughty smile betrays my thoughts before I can stop it. "That's right. I told you this gift was for both of us, and I meant it." He touches a button on the screen of His phone and the vibrator is activated once again. God, what a sensation. This is like nothing I've ever felt before...it feels fucking incredible. My body is overtaken with desire and I bury my face in His neck to keep from crying out in pleasure. "Start moving your hips. Slowly, now. We don't want anyone to know what we're doing over here." With the vibe at work and my Master inside me, I'm already reaching the point of climax. But I do as I'm told and slowly circle my hips in His lap while resting my head on His chest. To anyone else we are just another couple, cuddling on a bench in the park. But we both know there is much more happening than meets the eye. And it's easily one of the most exciting moments of my life. As I near climax I whisper in His ear: "Master, may I please cum?" "Yes, but do it quietly." Immediately I let go of the control I previously had and allow my body to fall into one of the best orgasms I have ever experienced. It feels absolutely fulfilling, overwhelming...I can feel every nerve in my body light up as if for the first time. It takes everything I have not to cry out. Instead I sink my teeth into His shoulder through His shirt and stay that way until the orgasm subsides. He reads my body language and shuts the vibe off once I've finished. I can't help but giggle in His ear. That was so incredible...and it happened here, in the park, with nobody the wiser. God, that's...really fucking hot. "What a dirty whore...I think you just might be a bit of an exhibitionist." Another pang of excitement shoots through my breast at those words. I could have never imagined such an afternoon. I love how my Master's mind works, always thinking of new ways to excite me, to push my limits. And when He speaks to me that way, well...it just has an intoxicating effect that no words can adequately describe. "Rest for a minute and be sure that your legs work. Let me know when you're ready, and we'll go for another walk." As I catch the breath I lost during that mind-numbing orgasm, I cuddle against Him and He wraps His arms around me. I glance at the pond, watching the ducks lazily paddle across the water, leaving little ripples behind them. What a peaceful moment. In this moment I am unmistakably, inexplicably happy. I gather my wits and tell my Master: "I'm ready. May I stand now?" "You may, but do so slowly and don't draw attention to yourself. Then immediately as you stand, bend over like you're checking your shoe. I'm going to remove the vibe." I raise my hips and slowly slide off His dick, immediately regretting it. As full as I felt moments ago, I feel just as empty now. But I do as I am told; swing my legs forward, stand in front of the bench and then reach down to my feet, the whole time blocking him from view. He discreetly reaches up my dress and removes the vibe in one swift motion. With that done, I stand up to my full height and hear a zipping sound as He adjusts His own clothing before standing. He stands and takes my hand once again, leading me...towards the woods? "See that little hiking path there? That's where we're going." He says as He points to the trail. "Wait...I'm not dressed for hiking..." "Was that an argument, slut?" "N-no..." "Good. Keep moving and go where I tell you to. Do you understand?" "Yes, Master." I'm still completely lost. Why would He put me in these clothes just to take me for a goddamned hike?! I hate hikes. I have to believe that He has a plan in mind, so I let go of my confusion and place my trust in my Master. Surely He's got something in mind that I haven't thought of. I take a quick glance behind us as we enter the woods on the trail. Nobody is near us. Nobody is even looking at us. As we disappear into the trees, my Master grasps my hand a bit tighter as He helps me walk the trail in less-than-ideal clothing and shoes. After about 15 minutes of walking in silence, my curiosity absolutely piqued, He stops abruptly and says: "This spot will do nicely." "...nicely...for what, Master?" "You don't need to think about that. All you need to think about is bending over, grabbing that fucking tree, and holding on for dear life. NOW." Oh, my...I'm shocked into silence at His sudden firmness. Of course this certainly not the first time He has spoken to me in such a way, but this environment is...foreign...and I'm a little nervous. But I do as I'm told. I bend over until my body is a right angle, and wrap my arms around the tree, hugging it tight. I gasp as He lifts my dress up over my ass...a slight breeze passes over my skin and it gives me goose bumps. "I'm going to fuck you. Right here, right now. And you're going to take it like the filthy slut that you are. You are not allowed to cum this time. You had yours, it's time for mine." "Yes, Master." I say the words without hesitation, but the feeling behind them is more tentative than anything. He hears the uncertainty in my voice. He leans over me and menacingly whispers into my ear: "Try. That. Again." I hesitate - for too long. Suddenly He swings His hand back and smacks my ass hard, resulting in a loud sound that echoes through the trees. I bite my lip to keep from making any noise. This time I say, more enthusiastically: "Yes, Master!" His hand is in the air, ready to strike again, but He lowers it and instead rubs my ass gently where He just struck it. "Good girl." No more than a second later, He slams into my already soaked pussy so hard my face bumps against the tree. I wasn't prepared for that, but I fucking loved it. I want more. And He doesn't disappoint as He continually slams into me, each thrust more pleasing than the last. The sound of our bodies coming together can certainly be heard...I glance around to see if anyone is looking. "I told you not to think about anyone else. You're not listening." "I'm sorry, Master. I'm paranoid." He pulls two things out of His pocket, both black. He pulls away from me, jerks me by my arms into a standing position, whirls me around and forcefully pushes my back up against the tree. One of the things in His hands...it's my panties. I recognize them as He brings them up in front of my face and says: "This should keep you fucking quiet." He unceremoniously stuffs my panties into my mouth. Then He holds up the other item - the blindfold. He fixes it over my eyes and says: "And this should keep you from being so fucking curious." He grabs my left arm and pulls on it, quickly and expertly forcing me to turn back around, facing the tree. "Bend. Over." I immediately bend back over and hug the tree as I was before. This time I'm prepared for the rough pounding He is sure to give me. And that's exactly how He enters me - rough. Taking His pleasure. Using me, using my body, however He pleases. I can't speak; I can't see...I can only hold onto the tree as He fucks me. I don't care that my hair is messed up now. I don't care that my face is probably dirty. All I care about is Him fucking me. Hard, rhythmically, unrelenting. I'm lost. Floating in a sea of ecstasy; nothing else exists in this world but my Master, me, and this tree. I can feel nothing else, see nothing else. Even if I could it wouldn't matter. Nothing in the world is more important than the feeling of Him inside me right now. Suddenly He digs His fingertips into my ass...he's close, I can tell. I bite down on my panties as He fucks me even harder and faster, approaching climax. With one last and powerful thrust, He groans softly and I feel Him cum inside me. For a brief and beautiful moment, we are frozen in place. He catches His breath and then withdraws from me. I draw a long, shuddering breath as He lets go of me completely and backs away. I move to straighten myself, but then I hear Him say from behind me: "I didn't say you could move, did I?" "No, Master." I try to reply. I realize that may have been a rhetorical question and blush at my attempt to speak with my fucking panties in my mouth. "Then don't. I want to enjoy this sight for a few moments. Look at you; helpless, completely exposed, your pretty clothes all askew, knees shaking...with my cum dripping down your thighs. What a sight to behold. My beautiful, dirty little slut." I smile, despite the panties. He is pleased. I couldn't be happier. I remain still and wait patiently for the command that will allow me to stand. My knees are starting to feel like jelly. "You may stand now." I wince as my back protests - I'm not as young as I used to be, and my back did not like being in that position for so long. But I do not complain. Instead, I gracefully adjust my garter belt, and stand and shake my hips so my dress falls back into place. I turn around, still blindfolded. He reaches up to my mouth and removes the panties. He then slides the blindfold off my head and smiles at me. "Nice little shimmy you did there." I give Him a playful look and laugh. "Thanks, I did it just for you." "You do everything just for me." I reply with nothing but a demure smile as I reach down to adjust the thigh highs and fix the clips on the garter belt that popped open during our play. I dust my hands off and run them through my hair...shit, my previously perfect French braid is totally destroyed. He wraps His arm around my shoulder and pulls me close. He reaches into His pocket yet again, and pulls out a small, soft cloth. He reaches between my legs and gently wipes His cum from my pussy lips and inner thighs. He folds it up and places it back in His pocket. This man thinks of everything. He offers His arm to me, and I take it, holding on as we navigate back through the trail to the park. We walk arm in arm through the park, back to the car. I didn't realize, but He looks at me and says: "You're smiling like a fucking goofball." I laugh. "I guess I can't help it." He gives me a devilish look and says "I know." He helps me get back into the car and hands me my panties. I slide them back on and wiggle them up my hips in the car seat, and adjust them until they are comfortable under the garter belt once again. He climbs into the other side, gets comfortable behind the wheel, and looks at me adoringly. "Let's go get some food, babe. I'm starving." "Me too." "Just...try to fix your hair first, okay? You look like you just got fucked up against a tree." I laugh and shake my head as I pull down the visor mirror to check my hair. My Master, the smartass.