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A Trip In The Bush

By: simply_elegance



We had been looking forward for several months to a week. The planning, the scheming to make sure we would be the only ones up there. We had to make sure that there wouldn't be any surprise visits by any other family members or friends. We planned for a week in mid August when we could have the cottage all to ourselves. The forecast was even going our way, beautiful, clear, warm days for the week ahead. Everything was packed and we were on our way.

It was a long drive, eight hours, but well worth it. It was so beautiful, back to nature, out in the middle of nowhere, in complete solitude. Sure, there would probably be other vacationers on the lake, the boaters and campers, but in our little cottage, we would be the only two left on the planet. The distance between the cottages was far enough also that you have privacy up there. I had spent many summer vacations, wearing next to nothing, and sunbathing in the nude. 

I could remember going up there since I was only 5 years old. The fun and games we had played as children. I was always so excited to be going up there for summer vacation. I was just as excited now as I had been when I was a kid. I knew there was a week of pure excitement, pleasure and new adventures that lay ahead. I only had to pack the food and the clothes; he was going to pack the rest. I had no idea what to expect for the week, but I trusted Him, and knew He would keep me safe.

We left early, 5 am; He wanted an early jump on the traffic. I think he was just anxious to get up there, and leave the rat race of the city behind. He had been so busy at work for the past month, he needed this vacation simply to be able to replenish his energy. 

Try as I might to stay awake, my eyes would close and my muscles would flinch as I slipped into dreamland. Driving on the highway was always perfect conditions for naps for me. I looked up at him, "Master, please may I have a quick nap, please?"

Giving me a nod, "You can have a nap, as long as you slip out of that skirt and masturbate for me first." He enjoyed putting me in situations where I was doing something pleasurable, but would be uncomfortable doing them. Such as masturbating in public, where there would be a risk of someone seeing. There weren't many vehicles on the road, and our windows were tinted. Feeling safe from too many prying eyes, I reclined my seat, pulled my skirt off and got comfortable. Spreading my legs apart, I looked over to see if he was watching, he watched the road the entire time. He did have a smile on his face though, from ear to ear. That was enough for me, I knew, he would be watching, would be control the whole time.

I slid my hand down between my breasts, slowly, seductively. I wanted him to be proud of my play, this was for him, yes, I would derive pleasure from it, but ultimately, this was all for him. Everything I do is for him, for his enjoyment, there is nothing more exciting then when I have made him happy. With him in mind, I continued. The palm of my hand sliding down, my fingers outstretched, gliding across my stomach down to its final destination.

My mound was freshly shaven, smooth and silky. Exploring every inch with my fingertips checking for any stubble, stubble was never acceptable and the crop was used if detected. Creamy smooth it was. Using my entire hand, I grabbed myself and massaged, feeling and awakening. I could see in the distance ahead a transport truck; we were gaining on the truck. I knew that the driver would have a clear view into our car, and would have an eye full. That too excited me as well as panic. There was something arousing about being watched, yet part of me also feared it. I continued to massage and knead my pussy using my middle finger to separate my lips. Branching out my fingers as I pulled back, leaving the middle finger to slide up the middle, I spread myself open. I was already wet, and when I brought my hand up, my finger was nicely coated. 

"Would you like a taste Master?" One must always offer first, proper etiquette after all.

"Mmmmmmm yes that would be wonderful." I reached over and brought my finger up to his mouth, hesitating a second as he inhaled the scent, and then he sucked my finger into his mouth. Teasing me with his tongue, flicking it back and forth on my finger. As I drew back my finger, he sucked hard on it creating a stir in me. 

We were now even with the back of the truck. "girl, you will continue, no time to be shy." He reached over and pulled my left leg over closer to him, separating my legs even more. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as I felt a rush of humiliation. My hand returned between my legs. Both hands gently pulling my lips apart exposing my cunt my middle finger found my clit and began rubbing it. Slowly at first, tiny circles, there was no use moving too quickly. The middle finger on the left hand slid into my cunt. Warm, wet, I fingered myself, wiggling my finger at the entrance to my cunt. Pulling my finger out and then darting it back in again. As we came even with the truck cab, I could see the driver looking down. It was actually funny to see as he did the double take. Looking down, looking ahead, and then a look down again. I could just imagine what he was thinking. How often does one see a woman masturbating on the highway. Just as we were passing him, the truck started to pick up speed, and he was there again. 

Master only gave him a couple minutes of watching the show, before he accelerated and pulled ahead. My fingers gained momentum, the right hand taking over rubbing faster and faster on my clit, sliding down to my dripping cunt and quickly back to the clit. My hips began to rock in the seat as my knees pulled even wider. My left hand slipped three fingers into my gaping hole, fucking it, and then bringing it up to my mouth to suck on. I did love the taste of my own juices, especially when I was cleaning myself off my Master's cock. 

By this point, I was no longer aware of the trucks we were passing on the road. "Are you enjoying my pussy girl? It is quite tasty this morning." Moaning my response, I brought myself close to climax. Just on the edge. I slowed down, bringing myself back down, taking a deep breath. "Good girl, that was very impressive. The truckers are enjoying the show immensely as I am my girl. Ready for round two?"

"Yes Master, I'm so happy you are pleased with my play"

My hands returned to their toy and began the ascent again. Building up the tension between my legs, my hips began their rocking motion, working together with my fingers as they danced on my clit. "Pinch that clit girl, pull on it." Naturally, I snatched my clit between my thumb and index finger, rolling it between and then pinching it hard and pulling gently on it. "Harder girl! You know better!" Pulling harder, pinching harsher, I winced at the pain that shot through. Not letting go, not letting up until I was given the word, I continued my torment on my clit. Using my other hand, I fingered myself, hearing the slosh of my cunt juice. "That's better girl. You need to feel it when you pinch. Let go." Releasing my clit, I returned to rubbing it. 

Again, close to climax, I slowed down and brought myself under control. Master required me to have more control of my orgasms. It had taken quite a bit of training, but after a month of daily training and punishment, I finally did learn control. My orgasms now were so much more powerful and intense. I was required to play, bringing myself close to orgasm twice and stopping. On the third time, as I was ready to erupt, I had to beg for permission to cum.

Once under control, I began my third time. I was literally sitting in a puddle by this time. I was soaked. I looked up at the truck that we were passing. The driver was looking down and I could see that he was talking on his C.B. I'm sure they were all talking to each other, giving the heads up to drivers up ahead. I just realized now, that a few even were blowing their horns. I guess I must have caused a stir on the highway.

For the third time, my hands found familiar ground. Again, I slithered over my drenched pussy. The aroma in the car was sweet, almost intoxicating. Master pulled out of one of the compartments, five wooden clothespins. Handing them to me, I took them, knowing full well what to do with them. Laying them all on my stomach, I placed one at a time on my pussy lips, two on each lip. The third was for my clit. That one, I was never ready for. I rubbed myself a bit more, pinched and pulled at my clit, then finally placing the pin in place. It took my breath for a second. Rubbing just above my clit, it didn't take long and I was ready to explode. 

"Please Master, I'm ready to cum, please Master, may I have permission to cum?" Not a sound came from Him. "Please Master, I'm begging." Moaning and gasping for air, I tried to control myself, just hovering above my orgasm. "Master please, I can't hold it much more. Please Master, oh please." Tears started to roll down my cheeks, my moans turning into groans that are more vocal and cries. "Master, your slave is begging for mercy, please Master let your slave climax, please Master, I'll do anything for the release." I was grabbing at the seat with the left hand, the right still rubbing harder and faster, pins hitting off each other. 

"Good girl, it's so wonderful to hear your voice begging, pleading. You put on a wonderful show this morning. You've pleased me immensely. Yes my girl, you have my permission to cum."

Not waiting a second, I exploded. Faster and harder, I rubbed my clit, oblivious to the pain of the brutal pin on my clit. I cried out relinquishing my being to the power of my orgasm. Both hands grasping the seat, digging my nails in as my hips thrust out and quivered. Little tiny seizures and spasms until my entire body lay back, sinking into the seat. I closed my eyes and drank in the wonderful moment. "Thank you Master for the wonderful gift." My voice was barely audible, a whisper. 

"You're welcome girl. I hope you enjoyed it."

Opening my eyes, I looked over at him. "Oh yes, very much." Looking down, my blouse was unbuttoned and soaked. My body was dripping and flushed. "Master, permission to remove the pins please?" A nod of his head and I removed each pin, returning them to the compartment. I reached behind on the back seat where there were a couple towels and a blanket. Taking the towel first, I wiped myself up and lifting up, I soaked up the puddle on the seat.

Taking the blanket and wrapping it around myself, I curled up on the seat. I laid my head on His lap and slipped into subbie dreamland. It was the start of our vacation, a wonderful start. It was going to be a week of uninterrupted "us". It was going to be a fabulous week.

I woke to stillness. The car was no longer moving. Startled I sat up and realized even Master wasn't there. I looked around to see that he had pulled off the road into one of those rest stops by a service center. No one was around, not another soul, as Master came walking out from between a clump of trees. When he realized I was awake, he motioned with his finger for me to go to him. Holding tight to the blanket around my shoulders, I slipped out of the car.

As I came to the front of the car, he motioned for me to stop. I waited as he approached, and pulled the blanket from me. The air was warm, the sun shone down and felt good on my skin. He then pulled the blindfold out of his pocket and handed it to me to put on. Obediently, I put the blindfold in place as he walked away from me with the blanket. Butterflies started in my stomach at the excitement.

I waited for him, realizing that I was standing, naked in the middle of nowhere, in an area that was fairly secluded, although not entirely risk free. That was part of the rush. I strained to try to hear what he was doing, where he was, I heard nothing but the birds and the odd bee buzz by. 

"Girl, drop to your knees and crawl to me."

I lowered myself to my knees and then down on my hands. He kept talking to me as I made my way to him. He wasn't that far away, only a dozen or so steps, it was the symbolism of his slave crawling to him. As I approached, I was now crawling on the blanket he had laid out and he was sitting in the middle. I stopped, but remained on all fours until he told me to sit back. He removed the choker chain, my public collar, which I wore at all times except for play. He then put on my leather collar, the one with three rings, fastening it with the buckle and then putting the lock on it. He was the only one with a key to my collar. The way it should be. "You can now sit back girl."

I sat back on my heels, my knees were spread apart, and my hands rested on top of my thighs. Smiling I waited. He brushed the hair from my face, he traced my jaw with his finger and then my lips, parting them slightly as he leaned in and kissed me. He was a great kisser, gentle, teasing, commanding, and demanding, different intensity for different moods. It wasn't just about playing tonsil hockey, as so many men are known to do. Most important, I never came away from a kiss dripping wet. His kiss was playful and teasing, sensual and arousing. Right now, it was a loving gentle kiss, almost brushing my lips with his. His magic fingers moved down my neck and shoulders, making circles, just barely touching my skin. A tease that sent shivers through my body as I wiggled under his touch.

He took my right hand, kissed it, then placed my cuff on and kissed it again. Placing it back on my thigh, he reached for the left, doing the exact same thing, kissing, cuffing and kissing again. It was a ritual, one that I have come to expect, cherish and find comfort in. He is taking care of his slave, loving her, making her is most prized possession. He rose, and as he did so, I placed my hands in front of me and rested on them. He moved behind me, gently taking on ankle up and placing a cuff on it, and then the other. A swat to each ass cheek, and then he patted me to sit back down. 

Sitting back in front of me, he took my hands in his, "Dee, you will now wear your collar and cuffs for the rest of the trip. Yes, even in public, you will wear them with the pride that I know you have when you wear them. Give these people a little bit of shock, let them wonder, and for some, let them realize, they aren't alone with their kink."

"Yes Master, I am proud to where your collar, I am proud to be your slave."

"Now, present that ass to me, I think it is the wrong colour." He laughed, he was in a good mood. "We can have that, I think a nice red glow. Yes, that's it, to keep you just a bit on edge for the rest of the car ride. What do you think?"

"Um, well, um, yes Master." It would make for an interesting car ride, might also make it a bit longer.

I leaned forward on my hands, lowered to my elbows and then lowered my chest to the ground and stretched my arms overhead. My ass raised up, ready for him to begin.

He started with his hand, caressing, holding, caressing again, and then a swat, alternating cheeks. Starting out gently, warming up the skin, and gradually getting harder and harder. Yes, the heat started to rise and I could feel the sting more and more. At times my ass would rise up to meet his hand, other times it would wiggle under is touch. As the intensity grew, I would anticipate flexing my muscles and pulling back slightly. 

"Stay there girl, don't move." I could hear him walk away and come back within seconds. I could also hear the swish in the air. What did he have, what did he go get?

Bracing myself, for the unknown, his hand came down and caressed my burning skin, patting it gently. I relaxed under his soft touch. Bad move relaxing, before I realized it there was the swish through the air and a swipe across both ass cheeks. He had found a switch and was whipping my ass with that. Sting? Oh my god it had bite to it. Hit just on the lower part of the ass, where you do most of your sitting, it wasn't going to be a comfortable drive. 

He stopped, leaned over and caressed, inspecting his handy work. He kissed each cheek gently and rubbed some more. His hand slid up and over my ass gliding up my back. His other hand found its way under me, probing his property. He headed directly for my dripping cunt. As he did, I pressed myself lower down and raised my ass up even more for him, presenting myself to my Master. I couldn't help but moan as he fingered me. I pushed myself deeper as he pumped his fingers in and out. 

"You are a wanton little slut aren't you? Who's slut are you girl?"

"I'm your wanton little slut Master, your slut to be used for your pleasure."

"Yes you are, and don't forget it." With that, he pulled his hand back and swatted me hard, and repeated it ten more times. I was counting each one of them. 

"Up girl!" He commanded. He stood up straight, and I rose to my sitting position, turning myself to face him. 

I tilted my head up to him, "thank you Master." My ass was burning and my cunt was dripping. This would be a long drive, and I was going to love it. I smiled to myself, content that I had pleased him so.

He sat back down with me and he lovingly kissed me again, pulling me close, wrapping his arms around me, and holding as if he would never let me go. Feeling safe from all harm, I nuzzled in closer to him. We sat there a few more minutes, quietly, holding each other before he pulled the blindfold off and stood up. 

He helped me up and we folded blanket. With his arm around me, we walked back to the car. At the car I put my skirt and blouse back on, just as finished dressing, we could hear the crunching gravel, of another car entering the picnic area. "Wow, now that's timing!" he laughed. 

"My dear, you are blushing?" I giggled at the thought of it, what if they had arrived five minutes earlier, what a surprise they would have had. 

Looking at the clock, we had another four hours ahead of us. Yes, it would be a long four hours as I felt the heat and the tenderness of my ass on the car seat.

A Trip In The Bush Ch. 02



It was a long four hours, but well worth it. At first it was a bit difficult sitting straight in the seat. I bounced from one cheek to the other, curling my feet up, and stretching across the seat. After an hour or so, the initial 'pain in the ass' had subsided to a numbness feeling, warm, just enough to keep me squirming for the rest of the trip. That was something that kept a grin on his face. 

We arrived at the cottage a little after one, still quite early in the day. Driving down the little dirt road that led to the heavenly retreat it took everything I had to remain in my seat. Rolling down the windows, I took a deep breath, filling my lungs with the fresh air; the pine scent and immediately I could feel all the muscles in my body begin to relax. All worries and cares vanished in that one breath. 

As we pulled over the last little hill, he pulled the car up along the side of the cottage. I jumped out of the car faster than he could put the car into park, I took off running down the little path that led to the water, and then darted back again, taking his hand, and leading him down to the waters edge. Holding tight to his hand I could feel the energy flow between us. We didn't say a word, just stood there looking out over the water, the beauty, the serenity, holding hands. Then he pulled me in close to him, wrapping his arms around me, I felt so safe in his arms. 

He whispered into my ear, "My girl, did I mention lately, that I love you?"

"Why yes Master, but a girl can never hear it too much. I love you too more and more every day that we are together. I'm so looking forward to this week."

"I could stand here all day, holding you, looking out at sheer beauty, but that car isn't going to unpack itself. We best get to it, and then enjoy all this nature."

"Good idea!" Following behind him, I took one last peek behind me then set my sights on the car and the cottage. It wouldn't take long for us to unpack, plus there was the thrill of what laid ahead. I couldn't wait for the adventures and the push of familiar limits. I trust him completely. I would do anything for him or with him. 

Unpacking the car didn't take long at all, within half an hour, we had everything in the cottage and put away. He sat on the sofa, his feet up, and his eyes closed. I slowly made my way over to him and submissively lowered myself at his feet and let a hand glide up his leg. Finding the button on his pants my eyes shifted their attention and unfastened the first obstacle. Suddenly, his hand came out and gripped mine, stopping me in my tracks. My heart sunk, my mind raced, what had I done, think girl think. Why was he stopping you?

"Trust me girl, you will finish what you started, but not right now. I think you need to get into that kitchen, fix us a little snack and then we are going to go for a little hike in the bush." He walked out onto the deck to enjoy the afternoon sun. He stopped at the door, "oh, and girl, best get out of those duds, no clothes for you up here."

All I could think was, oh man, the mosquitoes were going to have a field day with all this exposed skin. Removing my skirt and blouse, I placed them on the back of the chair. I would get to putting them away later. I set out to get him something to eat. I decided on a ham and cheese sandwich with some carrots and cucumber slices. Adding a beer and a glass of water to the tray I found him dosing in the hammock. Placing the tray on the little table I knelt down next to the hammock, leaning over so as not to jostle him too much, I kissed him tenderly on the cheek. He opened one eye and peered over at me, snarled a bit then suddenly he snatched me, pulled me up, and top of him. A quick smack on the ass and he was laughing and kissing me. 

"Oh, girl, this is going to be a wonderful week. I plan on spending a lot of time, in this here spot. I also have so many devious plans for you." He kissed me again. "Ok, what did you make for me?"

I rolled off the hammock and presented the tray to him. "Ham and cheese with an ice cold beer. How is that for a good start?" He got up and sat in one of the chairs tapping the table in front of him. I placed the tray there and sat next to it. 

"On your knees girl, there will be no slouching just because we are on vacation." Rising up on my knees I handed the plate with the sandwich to him. He took it from my hands, then I handed him the beer. I watched as he took his first bite and smiled.  

"Thank you girl, very good. Come and sit here next to me." I jumped up and sat in the chair next to him. Still having some after effects from the spanking along the drive, and a fear of getting slivers in my butt I sat carefully. Looking out over the lake I was always in awe at the beauty that was right before us. There were no cottages across the lake from us, nothing but thick forest. On weekends, the lake could be quite busy with boaters, but during the week, very few boats passed by. We also had a tree right in front of the deck, which blocked anyone from watching us up on the deck. So any play, or walking naked wasn't a problem, unless someone decided to drop anchor right there in front.

He finished his sandwich, took my hand in his and drank his beer. "I have planned some adventures for us this week, even brought a couple new toys to try out. There will be new pushes, and I will be pushing hard, but remember, your safety is always first in my mind. You will always be wearing your collar and cuffs, at times you will be shackled, at other times you will have free time. I do remember that this is your vacation as well, and you will be re-energizing your batteries too. If there are a lot of boats out, you will be permitted to wear your bikini to go swimming and appropriate attire for when we go into town. Other than those designated times I only want to see you in your cuffs and collar, understood girl?" 

"Yes Master, completely." I could tell by the tone, there wasn't room for joking around on this matter. 

"Now girl, for that 'subject' you brought up earlier. Get down here and finish what you started, show me the wonder of that luscious tongue of yours." 

Eagerly, I unbuttoned the top of his jeans and slid the zipper down. Pulling the sides back, I exposed his already hardening cock. Holding it tenderly in my hand, I kissed its head, my tongue played with it, licking, circling, and then kissing it again. I looked to my Master and his eyes were closed reveling in the pleasure. Returning my attention to Master's cock, I slid my mouth down along his shaft, one smooth motion down and back up. One more time I sucked him into my mouth and fluttering my tongue. My tongue ventured further down to his balls lapping at them, flicking my tongue back and forth as my hand stroked him. I sucked one ball into my mouth, and then the other, pleasuring my Master, sending him into another world. I could feel his cock growing harder with each lap of my tongue. The more excited he got, the more I increased in intensity. 

His moans grew stronger his breathing heavier. My tongue trailed up from the base of his shaft, along the underside, to the very tip. My tongue swirled around the head when I felt his hand push my head down. I swallowed him entirely as his hard spear jab at my throat. I gagged but I continued, sliding my mouth up and down, his cock probing my throat. Faster I moved up and down, sucking him in, and continuing to suck hard as I pulled away. He was making low guttural sounds, almost primal. I could taste him, my tongue catching all of his juices escaping and then plunging down on him again and again. I continued to gag each time he hit the back of my throat, tears rolling down my cheek, all of it good, it pleased him to hear the gags, to see the tears. I must admit, that I too loved the feeling, made me feel much more his slave.

He stopped me, "Put your hands behind your back girl and raise them up to me." He hooked them together so now all I had to work with was my mouth and tongue.

He pushed my head down again and I returned to my oral duties. Ha, duties, it was more like play time. I know that I was suppose to be giving him pleasure, but I found it to be so much fun giving Master a blow job. To explore different ways of pleasing him, trying new things with my tongue, see how he would react and moan to different sensations. There were times that I became so involved, I would forget that he was there, odd, I know, but I would get so engaged in what I was doing. The more he responded was just more encouragement for me on to continue. 

My tongue played with his head, licking and flicking at it. The more he groaned, the faster it would tease him. My tongue fluttered down one side, flickered at the base and then fluttered its way back up the other side. Plunging my mouth down, taking him all in, I held him there, sucking harder and harder, and slowly pulling back. I continued the hard sucking as I pulled away slowly a few more times. 

As he was close to orgasm, he took control of my head, moving me to his rhythm, faster and faster, and his moans turning to cries. Just as he reached his climax, he held my head back, and I opened my mouth up, extending my tongue to catch his cum. Catching most of it in my mouth, I swallowed it down and opened for more. It was all over my face, I licked at my lips as much as I could then I set to cleaning him up with my tongue.

With a smile I said, "Thank you Master for the pleasure of your cock. I hope you are pleased with me."

"Oh girl, that you did, and very well I might add. You've got one talented tongue there. Although I believe I have always told you that." He unhooked my wrist cuffs. "Now go clean yourself up and bring back our hiking boots." He went back to the hammock and closed his eyes. I thought just watch he's going to fall asleep there.

I took my time cleaning up and digging our hiking boots out of the closet. We have a closet there where we could store things. Things such as hiking boots, some clothing, things we didn't want to haul back and forth. I found them in the back of the closet. I brought them out to him, he opened his eyes when he heard the door. Perfect timing I think.

"Girl, have we ever gone for a hike, or should I say, have you ever gone hiking in the nude?"

"No, can't say that I've experienced that one yet. Should be interesting, I hope that the mosquitoes are on vacation too."

He grabbed the bottle of off and rubbed some all over me. I do hate the smell of off, but I suppose it is better that itching all night long. I do have to say, I was a bit nervous. Besides the odd play party, I have never been naked out in the open like this. Around the house, not a problem, up here around the cottage, no big deal, but now we are venturing out, where possibly, we could come across someone else. First my heart started to race, and the butterfly was going strong in my stomach. I could feel my hands and legs tremble. I wasn't going to make excuses, I wasn't going to try and back out although there was part of me that thought, maybe.... No no, I wouldn't.

We headed off down the stairs and toward the bush. There were a few paths to start, but after that, we were pretty much on our own. We walked, we talked, we explored, and we even managed some caressing and flirting. Once we were out there, I almost forgot about the lack of clothing or at least I stopped worrying about running into someone else. We were quite alone. Feeling fatigue setting in we headed back toward the cottage.

I started dinner while Master went and changed into his bathing suit. When all was simmering on the stove, we went down to the lake for a swim. Before heading down Master removed my collars and cuffs for our swim, leaving them on the coffee table. The water was cool, but no where close to the cold that it was last summer. Master dove in right off, I personally prefer to take my time, one toe at a time. In a way this way was a bit more torturous, maybe that's why I liked it better. I make it in eventually, and then I can stay for hours. We swam and goofed around as well as some playing around in the water, exploring his slave's body, pinching my nipples and grabbing my ass. Shivering started to take over my body and it was time to get out.

After dinner, we sat there quiet on the sofa, cuddling in a blanket. There was a bit of a chill in the air, not enough to light the wood stove, just a blanket was nice. It was so peaceful, we just laid there relaxing and holding each other. I had just started dosing when he spoke.

"Alright girl, down on your pillow, we need to talk about the week and my expectations." I swear, he always knew when I was just getting comfy and sleepy, like I'm suppose to be focused when I'm half asleep. He rose and moved over to the recliner, throwing a big pillow on the floor in front of him. I took my place kneeling in front of him.

Silently I knelt in front of him, looking up into his eyes, seeing his strength and control.

"As I've already stated, this week, there will no clothes for you. I want you naked at all times. Some of our play time, I will discuss with you ahead of time, but other times, I will not. I will be pushing the limits we discussed, that you feel you are ready to have pushed. Know that I will always be watching you, and your safety is my ultimate concern. While we are up here in the cottage, or on the deck I want you to be on hands and knees and expect to be shackled for long periods. If there is something you can't reach, you will beg for some help. Understand girl?"

I nodded my understanding, and continued to focus attention on what my Master was saying. He took a handful of my hair in his right hand and tugged gently at it, but I remained focused, not letting my eyes break from his. 

"Some play will be outside, where you may be seen. You will be strong and make me proud I know you will. For meals, you will serve me and sit on your heels on my right side. If you have pleased me I'll ask you to join me. I want my breakfast and lunch is to be out on the deck. Dinner will be on a whim, depending on the weather and my mood." I smiled sweetly and nodded.

"Mornings will be spent with your usual rituals, exercise, meditation and journal writing. If at any time you have concerns, I hope that you will write about it in your journal, or communicate with me. Our communication has been excellent, and I don't want you reverting to your old ways of keeping everything inside. Some things I know you will be frightened, worried, have concerns. If you don't talk to me about it, I won't have any idea what's on your mind. It won't be a safe situation if I don't know what you are thinking. Is that clear girl?"

"Crystal Master."

He smiled and leaned down and kissed me, first on the forehead, and then tilting my chin upward, he kissed my mouth. A kiss so passionate it sent shivers through my body. So exciting it reached deep inside me to stir up sensations in me that only he has been able to create. His tongue played across my lips, then darting into my mouth, teasing my tongue, taunting the vixen to expose herself. I fought the urge to jump up and tackle him, to wrap my arms around him. This wasn't the time for that sort of playfulness, not until he released me from my position. 

With a big grin he sat back again, "alright girl, go get your chains." All excited, I crawled over to our room, dug out the chains to shackle my cuffs together, and brought them back to Master. I was so excited. I could feel myself getting wet already. I was going to make another puddle, I was sure of it. 

Crawling back, I placed myself in front of Master and held the chains up to him. Taking the chains from me, he patted the table just behind me. I sat up on the edge, holding out my wrists to him. He hooked the chains to my wrist cuffs. Next I lifted one foot at a time to have them in turn hooked up. The chain was actually long enough that it didn't impair my mobility with my every day activities. It was just a reminder of my placement in this relationship. There was a comfort in these chains. Giggling to myself, I thought it might impair swimming. Of course I know full well that it would be forbidden to wear them in the water, they would rust.

It had been a long day and we were both tired. I headed for the bed first turning down the bed and sliding in. He liked when I warmed up his side before getting in. It wasn't long with the complete darkness as well as silence of the bush we were both sound asleep. I fell asleep to the thought, of our little hike, that it was just an intro to something more devious he was planning for later in the week. 



A Trip In The Bush Ch. 03



The next morning I woke before Master, as usual on his days off. I silently crawled out of bed and made my way to the kitchen trying to keep the chains quiet. Since the walls were only plywood thick this wasn't the easiest place to keep quiet, if you dropped a spoon everyone heard it. I made my way to the kitchen area and prepared the coffee for when he woke. Made myself a cup of tea and headed to the front porch. It was calm on the lake, not a ripple yet; the hummingbirds were already up and at the feeders and you could hear the chipmunks and squirrels scurrying about. This was most certainly a piece of heaven. I sat in the deck chair drinking in the tranquility along with my tea.

I didn't think I was sitting there for very long, when I realized I could hear him stirring inside the cottage. 'Oh no,' I thought, 'I haven't even done my meditation yet, starting off the vacation with a bang here girl.' I jumped to my feet to pour his coffee for him.

Inside the kitchen, I was greeted with a very relaxed, "good morning girl. How did you sleep last night?"

"Good morning Master," as I continued to pour his coffee. "I slept fantastic, and you?"

"Slept like a log. I really think we should consider moving up here." He stretched and brought his arms down and around me, hugging me tight. "I need to sleep like that more often," he said while planting a kiss on the top of my head, as I handed him his coffee and he led me out onto the deck.

"Master, I must confess, I haven't done any of my rituals, well, I did make your coffee, but I sat here with my tea and found myself lost in the serenity of the morning," I begged with earnest, while dropping to my knees at his feet, believing it would help my plea. "Please Master, forgive me this time. It was the beauty that distracted me. I will never let it happen again." Gesturing with my hand towards the lake, "just look at all that, wouldn't you get lost in time? I will even do double the meditation, right now, to make up for it. Please Master, forgive me."

I knelt there, eyes lowered, hands on my thighs waiting for his reply. He didn't make me wait long. "Dee, that's ok, not to worry this time. I appreciate the kneeling part, I know, just to get on my good side, but I still like it. You are forgiven girl, and I will take you up on your offer to extend your meditation. You will do it now, right here, facing out to the lake. The first fifteen minutes will be on being thankful for having such a place to retreat to, and the appreciation for all this natural beauty. The last fifteen minutes will be about your submission to me, and your anticipation of this week."

"Yes Master, thank you Master." I stretched up and kissed him before turning towards the lake.

Kissing me back, he reached in to pinch my right nipple, not very rough, just enough to send a signal from my nipple to my pussy. The message was received, as I felt that familiar twinge between my legs.

Turning myself towards the lake, I moved up somewhat, to put myself in the middle of the deck. I knelt up on my knees making sure that they were twelve inches apart. Then I placed one hand over the other in the small of my back with my shoulders pulled back forcing my chest out. I kept my head up, but lowered my eyes. I took a deep breath as I began my meditation. It was a peaceful ritual that I enjoyed, there were those mornings when my back was sore that it wasn't quite as enjoyable, but in general it helped me put a good start to my day.

The time flew by this morning, as Master informed me of the end of the fifteen minutes and time to concentrate on my submission. I must have gotten lost in the sounds of nature, tranquility a distraction from time. I thought about how I enjoyed being Master's slave, taking care of him, and tending to his needs. I loved to spoil him and make him feel appreciated. I also reminded myself, how it was my choice to be a slave, that I have never been forced or threatened to do the things I do for him. I do them, because of my love and devotion for him. I also cherish the things that he does for and to me, the time and energy that he puts into training me to be the best slave I can be. 

I also thought about my expectations for the week. I knew there were some of my limits that he has wanted to push. There is the whole exhibitionism. I am a shy person, and feel very self conscious when having to walk around naked. I'm ok when at home, and the blinds are closed. But for me to be walking around here, without a stitch on, where someone may see, it does make me uncomfortable. Master says that it demonstrates his control over me, when he is dressed and I am not. I guess making me more vulnerable. Now that I think about it, it is a bit of a rush, the feeling of helplessness and being exposed.

Also, I have a feeling that Master will be pushing the humiliation more. I do not look forward to that at all. I have a very difficult time with being humiliated. Master also mentioned that he had some new toys to try out. I sure hope he's not talking about the clover clamps. I had tried them once, for a split second on a finger. Not charming in the least.

"Dee, times up, although you seem to be deep in thought. Perhaps it would benefit to get to your journal right away, put those thoughts to paper before they escape you."

"Master, I know no secrets between us, but some of my thoughts, well," I looked up and realized, nope, no use, he'll find them out anyways. "Good idea Master, you're always full of them." 

Master spent the morning checking the boats, the gas, and the wood supply and disappeared into the bush for a bit. I tidied inside the cottage, dusting, vacuuming and getting lunch prepared. Nothing fancy, just sandwiches and veggies.

After lunch as I cleaned up the dishes, Master went into the cottage and came back out with a blue bag, one I had not seen before. That must be one of the new toys. My heart raced a bit as I thought about what could be in it. He sat in the deck chair and I knelt before him. I lowered my eyes, placed my hands on my thighs. My knees were parted and my back was straight. I waited for his words before I moved.

"Girl, it's been awhile since we've just played, nice and simple. Simple little torments, something so simple but it makes you squirm so, I love it." He reached over and pulled the drawstring on the blue bag to reveal hundreds of wooden clothes pins. "Perhaps we can get a neat little sun design on your body when we are all done. What do you think?"

"Yes Master, an interesting tan line." I liked pins, truly I did, although that many? Where was he going to put them all?

"Climb up onto the table here"

The picnic table that was on the deck was a huge round table that could easily fit 12 people sitting around it. I climbed on top of it and lay on my back. He removed the chains from my cuffs, only to replace them with rope and tied me down, spread eagle to the table. The ropes were not overly tight, but there wasn't much play in them either. Next he took another rope and tied me down to the table around my waist, wrapping the rope around three times. He did the same around my arms, just under my armpits. My mind started to wander as to why he was securing me so well. Next came the blindfold, which was a welcome relief from the sun.

He brushed his fingers lightly over my skin, tracing the outline of my arms, shoulders and neck. He leaned in and kissed me gently on the lips then moving to my right ear where he nibbled and sucked on my lobe. I purred like a kitten, I loved it so, and then his lips continued their descent down my neck to my right nipple. He sucked it into his mouth, sucking harder, and biting it. His left hand moved to my left breast, circling it, teasing strokes of his fingers. I squirmed against the ropes, only making them tighter. I had to try and keep myself still. He bit hard on my nipple and then replaced it with a clothes pin. It was a familiar pang but one that I enjoyed for a time. I have a feeling they would be on a bit longer than just the enjoyment level of pain. He stepped back and flicked on the pin, making it dance back and forth. No warning, no prep, the second pin was placed on the left nipple and he made that one dance as well.

His hand continued to graze and tease my skin, over my belly, he traced circles around my belly button. Leaning over me, he flickered his tongue on my belly button, creating the desired effects deep inside me. I could feel the moisture building in my pussy, my breathing increased slightly.

A hand on either hip brushed lightly down the outside of each leg, down to my feet. In anticipation, I so hated having my feet touched, I began to squirm and wiggle my feet as much as I could. A whimper escaped my lips. "Please Master, not my feet," I pleaded. To no avail, he traced each one of my feet as well. My senses were in overload, just having my feet touched, he didn't even have to tickle and I was whimpering like a baby.

The journey continued up the inside of my leg, where he took more time, circling the knees and reaching behind them to that erogenous zone. The torment building higher as I felt for sure the final destination would be some relief with his cunt. Lightly, he grazed my inner thighs and then his fingers drummed on my mound, quickly and then slowly, tormenting me deliciously. I whimpered softly. Slowly, very slowly, he began to finger me, sliding his finger between my wet lips, separating them and then rubbing gently on my clit. Pushing two fingers deep inside me, his mouth closed down on my clit, sucking it into his mouth. He was toying with me with his tongue, driving me wild.

Stopping a moment, "don't you dare cum girl." His tone was firm; he was quite serious about that, there was no use trying to be adorable about it. He would push me close to the edge as well; he could read my body, probably more so than I could. A few times I had slipped and the punishment was severe when I did, something I didn't want to repeat. I was quivering like a bowl of jello, the waves were washing over me faster than I could handle. He stopped, but my body kept raging.

He stood back, "girl, don't you dare, I'll get my belt out, and you know I will." His voice commanded my attention, bringing me back under control. "Good girl, I knew you wouldn't disappoint me."

And so, the pins began. He removed the two from my nipples and began strategically placing them in a circular spiral around my left breast. He worked is way in closer and closer to the nipple, leaving it exposed. He repeated the same with the right breast. Next, he made a trail, leading from between my breasts down my stomach to just above my clit. He repeated similar lines down, from below each breast, at a slight angle outward. He created three lines coming from each breast. 

He turned his attention to my legs, pinning on the inner thigh, from above the knee upward to my bikini line. The higher he went on the leg, the more intense the bite. Making another line on top of each thigh, and then along the outside of the leg. The first pins that were place, were beginning to bite harder, increasing the intensity. I had a feeling this was going to be a long session, and an intense one at that. 

"My girl, you are looking so magnificent, but only 138 pins so far. You can take more, can't you?"

"Sure Master, why not, anything you desire." My tone was a bit on the impish side, but I was trying to keep somewhat of a sense of humour. It was hurting like hell after all. He pulled the blindfold off and looked down into my eyes.

"Do I detect a bit of attitude there girlie? Stick that tongue out."

My eyes flashed wide. "But, but, Master, I was, but….."

"Open."

Sticking my tongue out, making it as fat as I could. Knowing full well, it wouldn't help, but I just couldn't help myself. "Girl!" He pinched at my lower lip and snapped the pin on the tip of my tongue. "For the trouble," placing two more, "two more for my brat. And if you push them off, I'll just have to add some to your lips."

He turned his attention to my arms, pinning from the elbow, down to the arm pit. It could be that I was already in enough torment, but those were just wicked, no flesh to grab onto at all. He repeated the same to the other arm. Starting to fight against my bindings, it was growing more severe, when he took a step back and was looking over his work of art. 

Crying out, moaning, and squirming against the ropes. "Oh no, that's only 172. I still have another 128 pins, where oh where shall I put them." My eyes flashed again, I rocked my head back and forth and babbled incoherently. He was getting a kick out of this. He was laughing to himself, as I lay there in torment. Oh, who was I kidding, I was enjoying it too, on some twisted level.

The sun was beating down, the sweat was pouring off my body. Not sure what was causing the most heat, the sun or all those pins. He went inside, coming back with a tall glass of ice tea, sipping it teasingly in front of me. Whimpering a bit louder, more pathetically, I lowered my eyes submissively and as coherently as I could with the pins in place. "lease aster, wader lease?" He laughed, and fished an ice cube out of his glass and let it drip into my mouth, rubbing it on my tongue. The coolness was refreshing, even that little bit. He removed the pins from my tongue and put the remainder of the ice cube in my mouth to suck on.

He had taken another cube tracing a line in and around the pins. It felt good, it felt wicked. The extreme hot to the extreme cold, it sent shivers through my body, it distracted from the ache of the pins. He made his way down, lower and lower. I knew his destination, "please, no Master, not there."

Not a word, he just kept sliding the ice cube down. The cube trailed down on the outside of my lips, first the right side, then the left. My head rocking from side to side, biting my lower lip I moaned quietly from the endless torture. Next he moved on the inside of my lips, circling my cunt, teasing and tormenting with that little block of ice. In an instant, I found the cold little weapon pushed up inside me, I could only imagine myself being able to escape these ropes. I shrieked out, and my echo was heard down the lake. I couldn't help but giggle afterwards, what would the fellow campers be thinking. He was fishing another one out of his glass and was now persecuting my poor little feet. My feet had always been a limit, not hard, but I'm just not a feet person, and mine are particularly ticklish. This was a limit being pushed. I no longer felt the pins that tortured my body. My full concentration was on what he was going to do with that cube and my feet. 

There was nothing tricky or amazing, just simple torture with the cube sliding between each toe and then on the bottom of my feet. I howled and begged for him to stop. He laughed and continued from one foot to the other. In desperation I reminded him of all those pins that were left over. 

"Oh yes, that's right my girl. I was a little side tracked here. Taking one more cube and pushing it up inside my cunt, and then placing another on top of each nipple he then picked up the bag of pins and returned to my pussy.

Alternating from lip to lip he placed one pin after another, five to each lip. The lower down he went on the lip, the more painful it became. My breathing accelerated as I tried hard to keep myself together and do some deep breathing. At that moment I had a few choice places for the remainder of those pins, and they would not be connected to my body. 

"Well, girl, you either need to get to be a little bigger, or I have to settle with not as many pins. I don't foresee you growing in the next five minutes, so, here are the last three." Spreading my pussy lips apart to expose that oh so sensitive clit. "One for my clit," he then moved to my breast. "Let me see here, oh yes and one pin for each of my nipples." 

These last three sent me over the edge. There were no more jokes to be uttered. There wasn't a sassy bone in my body. I lay there quite still, breathing heavy, eyes closed against the sun and feeling my cunt drip more and more. It always betrayed me, showing Master that there was some pleasure to be had in all this torment. The tears started to escape out of the corner of my eyes and my muscles were quivering from the exciting blend of pleasure and pain.

"Five minutes more girl, that's all I expect from you. Five minutes. You can do that for me can't you? You are my sweet baby girl and can take five minutes right?" He was stroking my hair and kissing my forehead as he spoke to me in a soothing manner. When he stroked my hair and talked in that tone, I could walk across hot coal for him. It was almost hypnotic. He would bring me right back from the pain to why I loved him so much and why I was his slave. 

With the tears still rolling down, I nodded, "yes Master, yes Master I can do that for you."

Before I was able to finish my sentence, the vibrator was slid into its home between my legs and put on low. Master moved out of my range of vision and the blindfold was put back in place. Closed behind a veil of breathtaking torment I lay there, cooking in the sun for what seemed much longer than only five minutes. I trusted him completely, I knew it had only been five, but it seemed so much longer when the sensations varied from pain to pleasure. The bite of the pins was excruciating but then the diversion from the vibrator would send waves of intoxicating pleasure through me. 

Master returned, as promised at the end of the five minutes. Turning the vibrator to a higher setting, he placed a second one over my clit. All I could think of was, 'wait a minute, no, no, it's suppose to be ending, no more torment, I won't be able to bare it, please no more.' Of course I did endure more; I always did and always will.

"Girl, I want you to wait for the word, you will cum this time. Understood?" His voice was low, a whisper in my ear.

"Yes Master, thank you Master." My voice was hoarse and shaky.

As I responded, in one fluid motion the pins came ripping off my right arm. The surprise of it made me shriek and at this point, I didn't care who heard me on the lake. Just as quickly the one on the second arm came tearing off. My head rocked from side to side as I cried from the pain until he turned the vibrator over my clit a notch higher and my vocal cries turned to low moans of pleasure yet again. My hips pushed up toward the vibrator, afraid he was pulling it away from me only to have another zipper pulled from my right leg and the second leg followed swiftly behind. Again it was followed with more intensity from the vibrator. 

He continued in this fashion, ripping another zipper from my body and drowning out my screams with the vibrator. The tension was building up inside me. I wasn't sure where agony ended and where the pleasure began. The two feelings were blended into one delicious ride. He only had the pins that were on my pussy left. He played with them first, making them dance for him as I myself danced on that table. Until I could take no more, and the orgasm washed over me, there was no more pain, only the beautiful release of pleasure as I convulsed on that table. As I released myself to the each spasm he removed the last pins. After removing the one on the clit, his mouth clamped down, sucking it into his mouth.

A second orgasm swept through me, even more intense than the first. I pushed against his mouth and let it take me over once again. I had never felt anything so powerful before, on one hand it was a bit frightening and yet on the other it was exhilarating. I felt so alive and so free. 

I could hear the birds twittering in the distance and the sound of a boat motor. I jumped, unaware of where I was. I realized that I was laying on top of Master in the recliner, out of the sun with a light sheet covering me. Master was stroking my hair and kissing the top of my head. I turned my head up to look in his eyes. 




A Trip In The Bush Ch. 03



"Thank you Master, it was wonderful. Although you will have to fill me in on the end as I seem to have lost memory of it again." My voice was barely a whisper and I kissed his chest.

"It was a wonderful scene my girl. You were beautiful girl, a picture of grace and beauty. You remind me all the time of all the trust you have in me, the control you give to me. You are my most prized possession and I am honoured to have your trust and submission. Plus you have one hell of a cute ass."

"When did you find time to make all those zippers?"

"Oh, those little gems. They were fun weren't they? I made them at different times, something that I had been working on for awhile. I will definitely have to use them again." He kissed me again on the head. "Now tell me girl, that hook up there in the roof, what was that used for?"

"Oh, we used to hang a baby swing from there." I looked up into his eyes and I could see the wheels turning, yet again.



A Trip In The Bush Ch. 04



After Master was finished with me on the picnic table we went down to the lake for a refreshing dip in the lake. The cool water on the tender skin felt wonderful, a welcome contrast to baking in the sun. I grabbed one of the air mattresses to relax and bob on the water. Master felt it necessary to tether my ankle to the dock as to not float away. Perhaps a good thought, as I was sure I might drift off to sleep, and thus drift off down the lake. Master in turn chose to sit up on shore and read his book. A relaxing afternoon it was.

Later in the afternoon, Master decided he wanted to eat a bit earlier today, he had plans. I was somewhat surprised, curious as to what these plans were. It was very rare that Master would play twice in one day, although, I was jumping to conclusions assuming it was another scene he was referring to. Perhaps he was planning on going fishing.

I set to work in the kitchen preparing the food. It was to be a stir fry this evening. Just as I finished getting all the vegetables out of the fridge to start chopping, Master came around the corner, with butt plug in hand. 

"Girl, I think it would be a much more interesting meal if you were, let me see, a bit more distracted," he laughed. He enjoyed the slow, monotonous torment. My heart was sinking, because to wear that thing while preparing his meal would be difficult. I have done it before but honestly I have never liked it much. Then his other hand came out from behind his back holding the vibrating egg. I stopped dead in my tracks. What is he thinking? Does he not want to eat tonight?

He extended his hand with the egg, "this should make for a really interesting dinner, don't you think girl?" He was still laughing, he was enjoying this just a bit too much for my thinking. "Bend over girl."

I obeyed and bent over. Really there was not much use in protesting, the only thing that would get me would probably be a gag, and then I would be drooling in the food. "Oh thank you Master, you are so thoughtful and creative." 

"You're starting off with sarcasm right off the bat girl? Oh, you are making this even more fun. Keep it up girl! I've got other little surprises for you in the next hour." With that, and one push, he had inserted the butt plug. I screamed at the suddenness of the invasive torture device, I guess that is what I get for the sarcastic comment. Usually he would go slower. He would give my hole a chance to prepare for the intrusion except for in punishments or making a point. I got the point alright.

Next came the egg, this was easier to take as it would just slide in, like a baby chick returning to its nest. My hungry cunt would swallow it up and my muscles would clench to keep it in place. Using a strap around the thigh, he secured the little battery pack control and set it on low. Tolerable and should not distract me too much.

I turned to face him when he was finished. I placed my hands in the small of my back and looked up at him. "Thank you Master, you certainly do know how to keep things interesting in our lives." I pursed my lips, hoping that I would get a kiss too.

"Oh, my girl, you are most welcome. If you think this is interesting, I think you will like the surprise that will come later on." He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me in closer to him. He kissed me, letting all the passion flow between us, until he pushed a little more on the plug, making it go deeper inside. I moaned at the mixture of pleasure and annoyance. He turned me around and I set back to work chopping vegetables.

Every five minutes, just when I was getting used to the level of frustration that the egg was creating in my cunt, he would come and turn up the notch on the intensity. It was making it a bit more difficult to concentrate on my task. He would also give another push on the butt plug. I do believe it was taking me double the time to prepare this meal. I could feel my cunt juices dripping down the inside of my leg. The third time he came by, after upping the level, he pressed his hard cock against me and he rubbed my clit. I dropped the knife on the counter and held on to it. "Girl, pick up that knife and keep working, I'm getting hungry."

"But Master," my voice was raspy, "I can't concentrate on that. Surely I'll cut myself with that knife."

His voice was soft, but firm, "I said keep working." He continued to inflict pleasure on me, and I worked hard to concentrate on my task. When I finally managed to slice another carrot he stopped the torment, increased the level one more and walked away.

It took me better than forty five minutes to finish making dinner. I had set the table and placed the pot in the middle. Unsure of what he expected, I told him dinner was ready and knelt on the right side of his chair. The egg was now vibrating at full speed and the butt plug was reacting and having its own little buzz going. It was getting more and more difficult to concentrate on Master and not my pleasure between my legs.

Master came in and sat down. "Good girl, I'm impressed. You did the right thing. Usually I tell you whether I want you to sit, stand, or kneel. This was good, as yes, this isn't a relaxed time for you, and you will wait until I invite you to sit with me." He kissed me on the top of my head and I waited.

Master was not one of those that believed their slaves belonged on the floor at all times. He enjoyed my company as we sat together for our meals. Usually it was a relaxed time, and I could move freely. It was only once in a great while, that protocol would come into play, and I was to kneel while he ate. If it pleased him, half way through, he would invite me to join him. Very rarely did it happen that he would feed me from his plate, or that I ate afterwards when I was cleaning up. I sat quietly on my knees and tried intensely not to fidget too much from the distraction. 

Today was one of those rare times. He ate alone, quietly and I sat quietly by his side waiting patiently.

When he was finished, he pushed his plate back and reached down to turn the egg off. It was a welcome relief, "thank you Master."

"Girl that was a most delicious meal you prepared. I am impressed with you, you did very well indeed. Do you remember that picture you came across on the internet, the picture of the girl, kneeling under the table with her head below her Master's chair, eating her meal?"

"Yes Master, I do." Oh no, I thought it was an erotic picture, but never thought it would happen to me.

"Well, I thought it might be rather interesting. Although we have no one to photograph it, I still would like to give it a go." With that, he reached down and placed my plate below his chair. I looked up with him with the most pathetic eyes. "Oh yeah girl, you're doing it."

A heavy sigh and I crawled under the table and turning myself to face him. Slipping my head between his legs, and then between the first set of legs of the chair I was now face to face with my meal. My face grew hotter and hotter. I am sure I must have been ten shades of red by now. It was not often, but he did like to push the envelope on the humiliation, this one was a big push.

All I could do was stare down at the plate of food. It looked scrumptious in the pan. It smelled delicious while it was on the table. Down here, it lost some of its appeal. The tears started to well up in my eyes as I kept looking down at my plate of food. I knew that this was something he wanted me to do, and he would not let me go from it. He was a wonderful, fair Master, but he was also firm. When he wanted something, there was no changing his mind, except for if it would cause permanent harm. This was not one of those cases, so he will push me, until I do finally eat. 

Why was I hesitating, that picture was erotic and illustrated so clearly the submission of that woman. Everything I claim to be to my Master. Big deal, so I am eating at floor level, like a dog. The tears started to spill over and fall on my plate. Ah good, I told myself, a little more taste added. This really should not be such a big deal. It is only humiliating if I make a big deal about it. I tried every which way to rationalize this in my mind. Finally the words came to me, the longer you wait; the colder it will be. Oh my god, my mother was talking in my head. I have completely lost it, but it was true. The longer I took, the worse it was getting. With that, I started to eat. I picked with my teeth a carrot. 

With that first bite Master handed down a fork, "it's about time girl, three more bites and you can come up here." That did not take me long, now it did not seem like such a big deal. "Alright girl, you've earned the right to come and eat up here, although I'm sure your food is cold. Maybe next time you'll start eating a bit quicker." Next time? Did he really say next time?

He helped me up to my feet and to the chair. I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissed him on the cheek, "thank you Master." He knew, the thank you was all encompassing, for the push, for letting me up, for having me as his slave. With my tear streaked face, and a lingering flush from the humiliation I sat down and I felt again, something that I had forgotten about since I moved under the table. Oh yes, the plug and egg were still in place, I made sure to sit a bit more attentively. As I took a bite of my meal, Master sat back and enjoyed the last of his wine and the push that he had attained with me.

When all was cleaned up, Master called me to him. Obediently I made my way from the kitchen area to the living room. Master was sitting comfortable in the recliner, with the leash in hand. I gracefully lowered myself to my knees between his legs. I placed my hands in the small of my back, right over the left and lowered my eyes respectfully. He fastened the leash to my collar and with it pulled me closer to him. He kissed me tenderly on the lips, the nose and then on the forehead. 

"Girl, remember your safety is my main concern. I had the most outrageous scenario come into my head this morning when I saw that hook on the beam outside. It will take quite a bit of patience on your part, as well as strength and stamina. I have all the confidence that you can do it." With that he rose and walked me to the door and out on the deck.

We had eaten early enough, that there was still quite a bit of sunlight left to the day. Although the sun was now behind the cottage, it was a bit cooler on the deck now. It was enough of a slight chill to give me a few goose bumps and to firm up my nipples. 

It seemed that he had been setting up during dinner preparation. There were ropes, chains, ball gag, blindfold, crop, paddle, flogger and clamps. And then, I saw the dreaded hook. My heart sank, he has used the hook a few times on me, and they have always been positive experiences, but for some reason, it still stirred a fear in me. Perhaps fear is not the right word, I do know that I still feel quite anxious and get a sinking feeling whenever I see it. And there it was, right in the middle of all the other toys, taunting me. 

The four deck chairs positioned just below the hook, and there was a chain hanging down from the hook. He kept tugging at my leash it seems that I had stopped crawling as I surveyed the play area. Slowly I crawled up behind him. On all fours I was between and slightly behind two of the chairs. 

"Alright girl, I want you up on the four chairs. You will remain on your hands and knees, with a knee, and a hand on each of the arms. You will have to be patient until I can secure you in place. Now up you go."

He helped me crawl up on the two of the deck chairs, putting a knee on the arm from each chair. The deck chairs had wide arms, so that I could kneel easily. He tied my calves down to each arm. Next he helped me lean forward and place my hands down on the two arms of the other two chairs that were in front of the first two chairs. Pushing down on my shoulders I lowered myself onto my elbows and he then secured my forearms in turn. My ass was now much higher in the air, I tried to look over at my reflection in the windows but quickly a blindfold came down over my eyes. I was shut out in darkness, in my familiar, comfortable, little world of darkness. 

I could feel rope wrapping around my upper thighs, the right side first. He wrapped around three times and then laid across my back. Next the left side, the same, three times around and then laid with the first rope. I could hear the rattle of a chain and then both ropes pulled up off of my back. He secured them to the chain, pulling it so that it was taut. He slapped at my ass a few times, startling me. 

His fingers caressed and traced the outline of my ass sending shivers coursing through me. Then he reached down between my lips, parting them, and then slowly pulling the egg out. I was dripping, I am sure of it. He then slipped his fingers inside me massaging me and I pushed back against his hand, until I felt the rope dig into my flesh. Throwing my head back I moaned out begging for more but rather than give me more, he moved to the butt plug and slowly toyed with it, pushing and pulling. I bit down on my lower lip. I knew the familiar pain that came with the extraction of that wicked plug. Sure enough, in one swift movement, he had removed it and I was crying out. He kept a hand under my stomach the whole time, helping me keep my balance. 

Secure in his hand, he slowly pushed the one chair with my right knee apart from the other, and then he did the same to the left until my legs spread a bit more. Feeling vulnerable and exposed my heart raced in anticipation of what else was to come. At that moment, I could hear a boat motor in the distance, my heart sank as I wanted to jump up and run into the cottage. Trapped all I could do is hope that I would not be seen. 

He continued to caress me, tickle and drive me crazy with his hands. "Master the boat! Please Master."

"Yes girl, there is a boat. Perhaps they will drop anchor out front, sit, and watch awhile. Wouldn't that be fantastic?" He chuckled, knowing how I felt, yes, there was part of me that was an exhibitionist, but at this particular moment, I was a prude and wanted to be covered up. It did not happen, the sound drew closer, closer, and it was now in front of the cottage. Oddly enough, I held my breath, what was I thinking, hold my breath and what would happen, I disappear? The sound of the motor continued on its way down the lake. I was safe for the moment, no one saw a thing. At least I hope not.

I could hear another chain, but this one came from below me. Click! And my collar was locked to a chain in the floor of the deck. My head was quite limited in its movement now. I tested the range of motion by nodding up and down and from side to side, these movements were permissible. The chain was short, but still allowed limited movement. Next a gag, the ball gag was placed in my mouth and secured behind my head. I guess he did not want me echoing down the lake.

Kissing me on the forehead, he returned to stand behind me, and slapped my ass cheeks a few times, causing me jump forward a bit. They were sharp, hard slaps that caused me to yelp and feel that oh too familiar sting. Deep down, I loved it all. The restraints were doing their job, I was not going anywhere. Using the rope flogger, he started slow, lightly dusting my ass. The flogger flew back and forth with each stroke getting harder and harder. He would change direction, catching me up under the cheek making me feel like I would fly forward. This flogger was wonderful for warming me up, setting the tone for the scene. Next he switched to his suede flogger, heavier, thuddier. Again, like the rope, he started lightly and slowly increased the intensity. I could feel the heat building in my ass. He moved the strokes up to my back and shoulders crossing back and forth. As the heat increased he moved back down to my ass and continued his momentum.

The goose bumps I had earlier were no longer an issue. Although I am sure that my nipples were still quite hard. My tits hung down quite freely below me and swaying from side to side on occasion in reaction to my movements. They must have caught Master's attention as well, as he turned his attention to them. Using the crop, he tapped at them causing them to dance for him. He would use the leather tongue to gently caress the sides of my tits and to tease my nipples with soft, gentle flickers. As I would relax, a huge mistake on my part, he would change the touch to a more torturous stroke. He slapped back and forth between the two hanging baubles in fast repetitive strokes. The higher up he was, the easier it was to take. As he moved closer and closer to the nipple, I anticipated the excruciating pain, from all the previous times that he had tortured my breast. The sensations grew more intense and wicked and the longer he continued the more extreme it became. He stopped suddenly, I realized that I was crying, thus he had reached my limit with my tits. I am sure he will return to them later, but for the moment, he was satisfied.

Using the same wicked tool, he returned to keep the furnace burning on my ass. He tapped along my cheeks, softer at first, teasingly. Again just as I was relaxing in came the whistle of crop cutting through the air, landing sharply across both ass cheeks. The bite, although a familiar feeling, still surprised me. My breath caught in my throat, not a sound escaped, but the tears pour out catching in the blindfold. Without time to contemplate what had just happened another blow made its adept mark and again a third and still not a sound. Next he surprised me with his hand, slowly caressing the stripes that he so skillfully just applied. His followed with light caressing kisses that made me wriggle beneath his loving touch.

After a torturous round with the paddle and my ass had moved from burning to numbing. He in turn moved his attention to my hair. I on the other hand was in my own little world, of comfort where I could let myself go completely knowing I was in the care of my Master. It was an odd feeling the first time, when after a half an hour of percussive play I actually was able to completely relax, no flinching or fear remained. I was able to relax and enjoy the scene and my Master's pleasure. That was the feeling now, liberation in my enslavement. 

Master was braiding my hair and not a very neat job I am sure, then I could feel a rope on my back. He was braiding a rope through with my hair. It now lay loose on my back as he moved back behind me, between my legs and started to finger my ass. Next was the coolness of a gel, a lubricant most likely. The cool feel of the steel, yes, it was the hook against my hole. Slowly he pushed it inside, and it slid effortlessly in as though it were its home. The paddle had done its job quite nicely in relaxing me to accept such a wonderful gift. He then attached the hook to the braided rope forcing my head to tilt forward. He had now removed any movement I might have had from the chain on my collar.

His hand caressed me, lovingly feeling the warmth that rose from my backside. He continued his manual exploration teasingly, lovingly lulling me into a deeper relaxed state. He was now standing in front of me, and crouched down gently pulling the gag from my mouth. I swallowed any drool that had not dribbled over at that point and moved my jaw from side to side loosening it up again. He then started kissing me. Gently at first his tongue teased me and then became more forceful reminding me of his ownership of me. Of course I would not have it any other way even in these moments of discomfort.

Pulling back, he spoke, quietly and controlled and in that manner, I too remained calm. "Girl what colour are you?" I replied in the same calm tone that I was green. Green meaning that everything was good and I could continue. "Glad to hear it girl. You are looking absolutely delicious. That small group of canoeist out front seem to be enjoying all your beauty as well as I." Any relaxed feeling I had, had just left my body. 




A Trip In The Bush Ch. 04



I whispered, in case there was someone there to hear, "Master, there isn't really anyone out there, is there? Please Master, tell me you are kidding. You are kidding, there is too much at risk if there really were someone, a vanilla watching all this." I started to relax somewhat as I tried to rationalize it out loud.

He did nothing to help put me at ease, only chuckled as he rose and moved away from my head. Perhaps it was a kinky group of outdoorsmen. Perhaps he was making it all up to put me on edge. I don't recall hearing any movement on the lake. My mind raced trying to remember if I had heard any sounds. Usually we can hear the oars in the water as well as their voices as they come by the cottage. Then again, I was rather occupied with other more important matters.

With all these thoughts possessing my mind I was caught off guard when the paddle came down hard on my right buttocks. Again it came down, in the exact same place then shifting swiftly to the left for two hard wallops. I was no longer worried about the canoeist or the braid and hook for that matter. He changed the direction as well as the intensity to tapping percussively from beneath in an underhand motion. Although it was not as harsh as the hard blows, after several taps it began to be as intense causing tears to once again well up and spill over. I bit my lower lip to swallow back the cries that so desperately wanted freedom. 

He continued the swift blows to my seat when just as swiftly he changed to his cane. Marking a few good stripes across the cheeks he then gave relief to my ass and moved up to my upper back and began to tenderize my muscles up there. Again, rather than hard strokes, he took the more rapid percussive strokes. He changed his toy of choice again, and I slowly slipped into my subbie happy land. A feeling of being there, but rather a step back. I might add and enjoying every minute of it. I'm sure he must have used quite a variety of his tools. Paddles, canes, floggers and belts, at this stage of the play, he used mostly percussive toys bringing my tender skin to a glowing ember. While not completely aware of the how to, tomorrow I would definitely feel the after effects.

My reawakening to the real world was when he started using those dreaded wartenburg wheels. They snapped me back quicker from sub space than cold water would. And he has two of them that he works with such finesse as though he were an artist, the wheels his brushes and I his canvas. The only difference, this canvas wanted to jump out of her skin. I do not like those wheels, not in the least. He on the other hand loved the delicious torture they imposed and how they made me dance. Even when the movements were so minimal.

Sometime in my slip into sub space, Master had also removed the hook and braid in my hair as well as unchained my collar. I began to tremble and shiver, it was now quite cool out. Master had a blanket at the ready and threw it over me. With a knife he swiftly cut through the ropes freeing me from the chairs. In one motion he had me up in his arms swaddled in the blanket. He sat back in one of the chairs and gently kissed my forehead, cheek and lips. He pulled the blindfold off and slowly I opened my eyes to adjust to the light. The sun was now setting and quickly the temperature was dropping. 

We sat there together, cuddled up in the safety of my Masters arms nuzzling his neck watching the light slowly disappear and the beauty of the majestic night sky. Not a word was spoken, there was no need, it was natures turn to speak to us, and it did. The warmth of my Master and of course the blanket calmed my shivers. I didn't feel much of anything else, although I knew in the morning sitting might be a bit more difficult. 

I kissed him gently on his neck, flicking my tongue every now and again, and worked my way up to his ear, then along his jaw to his mouth. "Thank you Master, for having me as your slave, for using me for your pleasure, for taking care of me and protecting me. Thank you Master." My lips found his again. He rose and carried me into the cottage and into the bedroom. I looked into his eyes, and saw that flicker. The evening was just beginning.