6 comments/ 14792 views/ 9 favorites Through the Woods Ch. 01 By: AliceChaney This is my first submission - I have decided I wanted to share in a fit of bravery, because I've never shared my stories (in this genre) before. If it's reasonably well received, I'll continue with the next chapter. Oh yes, I'm supposed to add this: Submitted with Master's kind permission :) ***** Over the Stream and Through the Woods I told him once, years ago, that I had this fantasy of being fucked on the hood of a car. I was a little embarrassed telling him at all as I sometimes am, even though I know I can share anything with him. I find that sometimes my own fantasies make me blush and I remember, at the time, I laughed it off. I'd always thought he'd forgotten about it, because it was years ago. I should have known better. It was a lazy Sunday morning with a late brunch. I've always enjoyed cooking for an appreciative audience and he was always grateful for my skill in a kitchen, so it pleased me to serve a good meal. I love to cook and I love making him happy, a win all around for me and a pleasant morning for both of us. I'd tell you more about brunch, but I'm not George RR Martin and this isn't about food. Moving on. We didn't have any plans for the day, just hanging around our house. I had just suggested watching a movie or something, when he surprised me. "No, angel, we're going for a drive today." I love it when he calls me angel. He has a way of making me feel special with just a word. Alright, honestly? With six words he can turn me into a gooey emotional mess inside and make me completely melt. He has always had that effect on me from the day we met so many years ago. "Where to?" I asked, walking over to grab a light jacket. He caught my wrist, stopping me. "No, not dressed like that." I was immediately attentive. That tone of voice I knew so well... "What do you want me to wear, m'Lord?" I asked softly, sensing the shift in the conversation and loving it. My day just got a lot more interesting. He smiled, "Dress appropriately, with something loose over it. You have 10 minutes." I started to ask another question, considered the time limit and thought better of it, rushing to the bedroom to comply with utter delight. Appropriately meant something that left anything he might desire to play with exposed and accessible. A cut out halter top and slave harness, perhaps? He never insisted on high heels, so boots seem prudent. It took a few moments to fasten the harness on correctly, the chain that runs from my navel to my lower back positioned just tight enough to tease but not impede, the leather strap over it to provide a removable cover, all the hooks and ties in place. The halter tight around my ribs, nipples poking through the inch wide rings in the front, the ties in the back looped down to keep the harness chain taught. Even the act of putting it on brings a flush to my face and instantly changes my mood and demeanor. I couldn't help but contemplate how I had gotten to a place where I would willingly rush off to put on such a thing on someone else's whim. This outfit, it's so exposing and turns me into a toy to be used, but even knowing that, I love how sexy and vulnerable it makes me feel. And I know it pleases him that I made something so wicked to wear just for him, which makes me feel even more wanton and desirable. There was a time I would have felt ashamed at such things, but now what I feel is a thrilled kind of pride that I am so valued, cherished and desired. And so very loved. I shook my head in sorrow thinking of those who protest that such things objectify women - I share a deep and abiding sense of love and trust with a man who thinks the sun rises and sets on me and I have the most unshakable self-confidence I know. If I'm being objectified, then good for me. Oh gods, I realized I had gotten distracted again ... how long did I take? I pulled myself back to reality, remembering the loose over top, to cover up for public ... I looked around and snagged a knee length peasant skirt that worked well with boots and a zip up hoodie style jacket to put over top, rushing back out. He was leaning against the table, looking at a watch with a slight frown. "Two minutes over, angel. You broke a rule." Only two minutes? Not as bad as I thought, but still... My smile faltered. "I couldn't find ... I'm sorry Master," I stammered. "That means punishment," he told me softly. I nodded, trying my best to look miserable through my utter delight, knowing what was coming next. "Are we still going for a drive?" I asked. He looked at me, one eyebrow raised, and I felt my face go hot. "I ... are we still going for a drive, Master?" I corrected myself, swearing internally at my slip up. "Better, but ..." he shook his head. "Yes we are still going for a drive, but I'm going to have to do something about your behavior today." "Yes Master," I answered with a proper tone of contrition, simultaneously annoyed with myself for such a careless error and secretly thrilled to find out what my punishment would be. "Go put cuffs on. No touching for you. And bring the bag along." I kept my eyes down as he walked past me to go to the car, to be pleasantly surprised when he paused next to me, put a hand under my chin and raised my eyes to his. "Don't be long, angel, ok? I love you." His lips brushed mine, lightly, then more passionately; a quick but thorough kiss that turned my knees to jelly and set butterflies off in my stomach. As I always said, he always has that effect on me. With a smile, he caressed my cheek and headed for the car. Happily I ran into the other room, fastened leather cuffs around my wrists, picked up the bag of toys, and hurried out to the car with delighted anticipation carefully buried under the proper outward demeanor of dutiful slave. --- He was waiting patiently by my door, holding it open for me. "Put the bag on the floor, then turn around, hands behind your back", he instructed gently. I complied, and felt his hands on my arms, heard the click of metal as my wrists were clipped together. "Ok, angel, get in the car." As soon as that clip clicked shut, I felt a rush of heat and desire. Nothing thrilled me more than being helpless and in his hands. I climbed in awkwardly, his hands helping me settle before pulling my seat belt across me and buckling me in. "Thank you Master," I said quietly and he smiled his approval. He pulled the zipper of the hoodie halfway down, sliding his hand under the fabric and lightly kneading my breast while running his thumb over one already hardened nipple. My head fell back as I moaned softly. "Shh, no moaning," he told me, fingers pinching and pulling on the sensitive flesh. I bit my lip, feeling the flush of heat in my face and the wetness spreading between my legs. "Are you getting all wet for me, babe?" he asked with a grin, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear me say it. "Y...yes Master," I managed, trying not to gasp out the words. "I'm so wet for you." "Good". He reached down and pulled the bottom of the skirt up so it rested in my lap, leaving my knees bare. With careful movements, he trailed his fingers up the inside of my knee and thigh, rubbing and massaging each inch of flesh in a torturously slow climb up my leg. I bit back a groan and shifted in my seat, the chain of the harness rubbing lightly across my pussy and sending a wave of heat through my body. His kneading fingers trailed upwards, gently pushing my legs apart to rub lightly over the leather band covering the chain between my legs. He pushed down on it lightly, rubbing in a small circle, watching my face as I bit my lip harder and arched my back. "Very good," he murmured, rubbing a bit harder to slide the chain against my most sensitive flesh. I couldn't quite stop the soft gasp that escaped my lips, but he only chuckled slightly. There was a glint of mischief in his eyes as he slid one finger under the leather band and ran it up and down the slick chain. "Mmm, you're very wet love," he smiled, adding a slightly chastising reminder. "No cumming without my permission." "Yes Master," I gasped, still unable to help almost involuntarily pushing my hips forward, silently begging for more of his touch. He understood perfectly and denied my plea, the first edge of my punishment for my disobedience becoming clear. I understood instantly that I was going to have to beg for anything for myself and he was going to make me want to. He was grinning as he pulled his hand away slowly, running his fingers back down the inside of my thigh before patting my knee, amused at my stifled whimper of frustration and I could see in that smile that he knew I had understood the message clearly. He reached over and tousled my hair with a pleased smile, "Good girl." He pulled my skirt back down over my knees and pulled the zipper most of the way back up on the hoodie before straightening up. Another grin, and he ran his finger, still wet with my juices, over my lips. Eagerly I licked it clean, sucking and licking on it as he pushed it into my mouth for a moment. "That's better," he said approvingly, though hearing the slightly husky tone in his voice made my eyes shine. I loved that I could turn him on like that. He smiled, leaned down and kissed my cheek, then carefully closed the car door before walking around to get in on his side. He glanced at me, still smiling at the flush on my face and I returned the smile happily. "So beautiful," he said watching me a moment, and I melted inside a little more. "God, I love you so much", he said softly and there it was, six words that turned me into emotional goo. Those beautiful dark eyes, the loving adoration in his voice, the absolute sincerity in his smile ... the butterflies in my stomach decided to mamba as I stared lovingly into those gorgeous eyes, wishing for the hundredth time that we could just stare into each others eyes for eternity. I felt the slight swell of tears in my eyes, just so overjoyed at how much I loved this man and saw the reflection in his face. A long moment passed without words, because we needed none. We rarely do. Finally he tore his eyes away and fastened his seat belt while I settled back happily, and off we went for our drive. --- To this day I couldn't tell you where we went, as in don't ask me to point it out on a map or give you street or town names. I have no idea. I spent most of the drive in a warm, pleasant haze, distracted by my own desire, the cuffs on my wrists, the chain between my legs, the music on the radio and most of all, his occasional caresses and light touches whenever he felt I was not distracted enough on my own. What I can tell you is there were a lot of trees, it seemed utterly isolated with no passing cars or houses in sight, and it was a fairly obscure clearing down a long dirt road somewhere heavily wooded. Isolated enough that the little voice in the back of my mind that always thinks of the most bizarre and inappropriate things started wondering when we'd hear the theme to deliverance and someone saying, 'You got a puurty mouth...', or a chorus of Ch Ch Ch Ah Ah Ah or some other horror movie trope. The more sensible part of my brain told me that he'd never put me in deliberate danger so he probably knew exactly where we were, ok did know since he drove here, and obviously knew exactly how safe it was because he'd never risk my getting hurt. Still, sometimes I do wonder where the hell my mind conjures these thoughts up from. I have to note, these things are buried in my hind brain, they skitter through my mind like unruly children and have little to no distraction on my actual thoughts or activities, I just recall them later and think to myself, girl, you are truly odd. He pulled the car off the packed dirt road and into the clearing, and I was more than a little relieved that we were no longer driving painfully slowly over a very bumpy surface that made me slide and bounce around on the seat a little. I was slightly dazed by the time the car stopped, nearly entirely focused on not cumming on my seat and incurring even more punishment. He watched my heavy breathing for a moment, clearly amused. "You doing ok, angel?" I nodded, not trusting my voice and he frowned. "Are you sure you're ok? Use your words." He always speaks carefully and clearly to me when he knows the elevator no longer reaches the top floor and the only voice I'm going to hear is his. "Yes Master ... am ... alright." I half moaned and he grinned, comprehending my problem. He unfastened his own seat belt and turned to me. Reaching over he pulled the zipper of the hoodie down to my waist and deftly gripped one hard nipple between finger and thumb, pulling and twisting it lightly. "You do not have my permission to cum," he said clearly, continuing to tease. He switched his attention to the other nipple as he unfastened my seat belt. I stifled a groan, sliding lower in the seat to take a bit of the pressure off. He leaned down and flicked his tongue over one tortured nipple, making me gasp, before grinning again and getting out of the car. My brain swam in a red haze of want and need, focused on not letting it overflow. I barely heard him open my car door until I felt hands on me helping me out and, more to the point, leaning me against the car so my knees didn't buckle. After making sure I was standing on my own, he reached into the car and retrieved the bag, placing it on the hood. He then returned his attention to me. With a firm grasp on my arms, he led me carefully around to stand in front of the car, facing it. "Lean on the car, angel. Stay put." I leaned down, his hand helping me get comfortable until I was half laying on the warm hood. "Good girl, stay there." It was a bit of a relief to relax in this position, so I stayed there gratefully. He pulled a blindfold out of the back and carefully fastened it over my eyes. I relaxed, closing my eyes to wait. His hands ran down my back, firmly caressing my ass before he moved away. I could hear him busy himself with chains and the chink of metal, moving from one side of the car to the other, but my lust-hazed brain had not yet managed to solve y=2+2 for y. After a few moments, I felt him come up behind me, pressing against me and leaning over me so I could feel his hard cock against my ass, and I moaned involuntarily. He chuckled but didn't correct me as he un-clipped my wrists from each other and stood me up for a moment. Reaching around my waist, he unhooked the last inch of zipper, then carefully removed the hoodie. The cool air on my nipples made them even harder, poking even more through the halter. He ran his hands over my arms and shoulders, then down my chest, kneading and squeezing and finally grasping and pinching my nipples while keeping me pressed against the car. I moaned again and ground my hips against his hard cock, desperate for release. He teased and tortured my nipples for a few moments, then stopped, stepping back to put his hand in the middle of my back. "Lay back down," he instructed, "and spread your arms wide." I groaned but did as I was told, laying face first on the hood, arms out to the sides. I felt him clip something to first one wrist, then the other, then my arms were pulled taught and slightly forward, held flat on the hood of the car so I couldn't stand up if I wanted to. This pulled my torso down more firmly on the hood of the car and my painfully hard nipples brushed across the metal of the hood, making me moan. After a moment he was behind me again, but not close this time, his hands on my waistband pulling the skirt down to my ankles. He lifted one foot, then the other, removing it entirely, as the cool air caressed my exposed thighs and ass. I felt him clip something to each ankle, then there was a sideways tug on first one leg than the other, making me spread my legs wide apart, held there firmly by what sounded like chains. I was now spread-eagled on the hood of the car, chained firmly in place and unable to do more than wiggle and my brain finally solved for 'y'. "Ohhhh," I moaned, finally comprehending his intention, and I heard him chuckle. I'm pretty smart, but he's always amused when he turns me on so much my brain shuts down. He came up behind me again, hands rubbing and caressing my ass, making me moan and squirm against his touch. He reached down and unhooked the leather strap and the chain, letting them dangle out of the way against the car before resuming his caresses. I felt the wetness begin to drip down the inside of my leg. I felt his fingers parting me, pushing the soft lips apart to expose me to the chill air. I gasped slightly as he pinched lightly at the sensitive, swollen nub of flesh, trying desperately to grind myself against his hand. I groaned as he released me and slid his hand back to push two fingers into me, gliding them in and out, twisting slowly. I writhed against the slow fucking as he pushed in deeply, grinding his palm against my sex. The pressure of my release was building to a desperate fire as he continued the slow, torturous movements. I started to shake with the tension and felt his other hand caressing my ass, rubbing his thumb over the tight puckered bud there. He slid his hand lower to soak his thumb in my juices, then resumed running it over my nether entry, circling the rim until it was slick and the muscles were relaxing. His hand moved away for a moment, then I felt a stiff pressure on my asshole followed by the searing sensation of something pushing inside, stretching me. I gasped and groaned as the pressure built, feeling it push deeper. "Just relax," he told me. "Its ok, almost there. Bear down a bit." Slowly he withdrew his fingers from inside me, rubbing lazy circles up and down my wet slit as his other hand continued to press something hard and impossibly wide into my ass. Tears ran down my face as I gasped, bearing down to push against the pressure on my ass, then suddenly it slid home with a jolt like electricity through my sex. The wide head of the toy was buried in my ass, and I could feel the narrow base of it snuggled against me, filling me with an almost uncomfortable pressure. I whimpered softly, wiggling slightly but unable to push it out. "Good girl," he said approvingly, moving both hands to caress and knead my ass as I groaned in frustration, craving release. The caress stopped suddenly and I felt a stinging slap across one ass cheek. I jumped slightly, as much as that position would let me, with a slight yelp. The hard toy in my ass seemed to resonate with the blow and I moaned loudly. "Oh, that won't do," he sounded amused, and stepped to the side to rummage through the bag again. I felt his hands on my head, moving my hair, and a gag was pushed into my mouth and tied carefully around my head. I moaned again into the gag and he laughed. Moving back behind me, I heard him say, "You were very disobedient this morning, weren't you?" I nodded, 'Mmm-hmming' into the gag. "So no touching yourself isn't enough of a punishment, don't you agree?" I made more noises indicating my agreement and he replied, "Good." He took a step back and there was another stinging slap on my other buttock. I moaned into the gag again, feeling the wetness dripping down my thigh as he ran his hands across my ass, kneading lightly. I felt the light drag of his nails down the sensitive flesh on the backs of my legs before he stepped back. Instinctively I caught my breath as there was a pause and a rustling sound. Even expecting it I nearly jumped as his hands were replaced with the thud and sting of a flogger lacing a blow across my ass. I groaned loudly, fingers scrabbling to grasp the chains attached to my cuffs and hold on. Whoosh, thud. Whoosh, thud. Whoosh, thud. Whoosh, thud. The flogging seemed to go on forever, the blows falling on one side than the other in a steady rhythm. I held onto the chains as the impact drove me to that detached, floating place deep in my mind and moaned continually into the gag. My world focused down to the heat in my groin, the burning pain in my ass and my effort to not cum as my nipples rubbed against the chilling metal with each expertly delivered thud. I felt the after sting from the soft leather raising light welts on my pale skin and stoking the fire between my legs to a fever pitch. Even through the haze in my head I was desperate for release and knew I couldn't stop the building orgasm this time if it continued much longer. Somehow, he knew, as he always does and the blows stopped. I could hear his breathing heavier and more ragged. Through the Woods Ch. 01 He paused until I sagged slightly on the hood, stepping forward and running one hand gently over the heated, inflamed skin. I groaned against the gag. The kneading and caresses continued for a few moments, cool against the heat of the welts on my ass, letting me relax a bit as my breathing dropped to a bit less ragged. That was the moment he was waiting for. The caresses stopped as there was one final crack from the flogger that hit me, thudding directly between my legs and stinging my most delicate flesh. I screamed into the gag, nearly unable to stop myself from going over the edge, my brain an incoherent buzz of white noise. I moaned my pleas into the gag, a steady incoherent stream begging him to fuck me. Almost immediately I felt him grab my hips and his hard cock pushed up against me. He thrust himself inside me in one motion, putting pressure on the little toy nestled in my ass with his cock buried in my aching pussy and finally gave me a merciful command. "Cum for me. Cum NOW." I stopped fighting with desperate relief and let the sensation overtake me as his fingers dug into my hips, gripping harshly, his hard cock slamming into me over and over. The feeling of the toy in my ass against his pounding cock was overwhelming and I came hard, nearly drowned by my release, spasming muscles gripping him tightly as he thrust into me. I felt him thrust hard and stay buried inside me, my muscles milking his cock as he gasped, his hot cum filling me. I heard him groan, "God baby, yes," and somewhere in the white noise in my brain I was insanely pleased, my delight at his pleasure pushing me higher. He stayed where he was, buried inside me, leaned down across my back for a moment, his hands caressing my legs, my sides, feather light kisses trailing along my spine and giving me shivers. We stayed that way for a long few moments, then I heard the most thrilling words he had yet said that day, making me shiver and moan all over again. "You know angel, I'm not done with you yet." tbc Through the Woods Ch. 02 Thanks to everyone for the positive reception and kind, welcoming comments for the first chapter of my story. This is the next chapter, but it's not done yet :) Also posted with Master's permission and approval. ***** Slowly he stood up, moving back away from me. He pulled himself out of me and the slow sensation of warmth running down my thigh made me feel oddly empty for a moment. I groaned softly into the gag, laying on the hood, as he put his hands on my back, rubbing and massaging softly for a moment, letting me come down a bit. He carefully grasped the hard toy buried in my ass and worked it loose as I grunted into the gag. After rubbing and massaging my ass for a moment, he removed the gag and the blindfold as I was catching my breath, petting my skin and my hair and letting my body relax. After a short time he leaned over and un-clipped first my ankles, then my wrists, carefully rubbing the circulation back into each one, but I stayed splayed on the hood of the car where I was as I had not been given permission to move. He leaned on the hood next to me and ran his hand through my hair for a few moments, while I closed my eyes and purred at the attention. He trailed his fingers along the back of my neck, then across my cheek and down to my throat. He reached around my neck to wrap his fingers through my collar, pulling lightly and guiding me to move. I turned over with the gentle tug, facing him then slowly sliding down the hood of the car to the ground as he pulled me to my knees in front of him. He moved slightly to lean his back against the car while moving me directly in front of him, still on my knees. I shifted my position and knelt there properly, looking up with a hopeful question in my eyes waiting for instruction, or better, permission. I couldn't quite keep my eyes from glancing down at his cock and back to his face, every inch of me silently begging his permission. He smiled and nodded - all the encouragement I needed to claim my reward. Leaning forward I wrapped one arm around his leg, pulling myself closer as I gently put my other hand around the base of his cock and guided it towards my open lips. "Clean it off first" he admonished gently. I nodded at the instruction and began running my tongue slowly over his cock. I licked around the head and flicked my tongue along the ridge under it until it was clean of both of our mess, enjoying the taste of us as I licked with little cat-like motions of my tongue. I was careful to not lick over the head, not quite yet. I let that wait until last, its so much better if its last. I started meticulously licking down the length of him, stroking underneath with my tongue. I took my time, gently squeezing and massaging with my hand and relishing the feeling of him getting hard under my attentions. I continued licking along his length, taking time to lick and suckle around his balls and enjoying his groans of pleasure. I was rewarded by the ooze of precum that I let myself light smear on my lips eagerly before returning to cleaning up both of our juices. I slowly sucked his balls into my mouth, first one at a time, then both, running my tongue over them and sucking on them softly to hear his moans. I made sure to complete his instructions and make sure he was clean of everything but my saliva before I allowed myself to slowly drag my tongue around and over the head of his cock. I went slow, relishing the feel and smoothness before wrapping my lips around the head of his cock and slowly sucking him into my mouth, still running my tongue over him as I did. I continued to tease and flick my tongue over him as I slowly pulled him all the way in. "Oh yeah," he groaned, reaching down to twine his fingers in my hair, starting to push his hips against my mouth as I worked him into my throat. I purred deep in my mouth as I pushed forward and held him there a moment, relishing the feeling of him against the back of my throat. I slowly pulled back along his length, flicking and probing with my tongue over the head of his cock as I pulled almost all the way back. I looked up to enjoy the sheer pleasure on his face as I slowly began working my mouth up and down his shaft, my hand still curled gently around the base and massaging slowly. Each time I pulled back I swirled and probed with my tongue around and over the head before plunging my lips back down as far as I could take him in. I kept it slow and deliberate as long as I could, stretching it out and making a slow build up to drive him higher. I slid my hand down from the base of his cock, cradling his balls to gently run my fingertips under them, and he groaned again. It was hard not to smile. His hands tightened in my hair, the thrust of his hips getting more insistent and taking control. I shifted my hand back to the base of his cock, starting to move it rhythmically in time with his thrusts and the pace of my mouth. I tightened my grasp slightly as the first hint of cum oozed from the tip, controlling the pace and determined to stretch out his pleasure longer. I kept the pressure there a few moments, licking at the tip and enjoying the built up strain on his face before releasing my hand all at once and sliding my mouth down hard while sucking him in. "God baby, yes," he groaned, forcefully cumming down the back of my throat as I greedily swallowed him. I held him there, catching every drop before pulling back slightly when his fingers let go of my hair a bit. I swirled my tongue along him, teasing for the over-sensitized reactions. I licked and sucked around the sensitive head, lightly nipping with my lips and smiling playfully as I felt him jump slightly. I kept up the licking and teasing, still moving on him until he pulled my head back. Looking up, I ran my tongue over my lips and tried to lean forward to lick him again but he had a firm grip on the collar and shook his head at me. I made a pouty face and settled back on my heels, trying not to grin as he composed himself again. He patted my head and reached down to grasp the collar and return me to my feet. He picked up a warm blanket wrap in his other hand and draped it around my shoulders as I stood carefully. Wrapping it around me with a smile, he pulled me forward against him, his strong arms around me protectively, his lips hot on mine as he kissed me deeply and passionately. I melted into his embrace, kissing him back with total abandon, loving being held so completely. After a long kiss, he pulled back slightly to stare into my eyes, one hand moving to brush my hair back from my face. "Are you ok, angel?" Happily I nodded and curled back up against his chest with a contented sigh. He wrapped his arms around me again, holding me close. "How does home and takeout sound? Unless you want to go out to eat?" I glanced up and shook my head, "No, home sounds wonderful. Takeout is fine." He smiled down at me, "Home it is then. God, I love you so much." I melted inside, leaning up and kissing him lightly. "And I love you," I smiled back into those gorgeous eyes. He helped me pick up my skirt and jacket, and then gently guided me around to the car door. "You sit down and relax while I pick things up, ok?" He reached out and grabbed a bottle of spring water, handing it to me after taking the cap off. "You thirsty, angel? Here." I took the water gratefully, taking a deep drink while giving him a surprised look, "I can help, love." He shook his head, "No, its ok baby, I don't want you getting cold. However ..." He got his typical mischievous gleam and ran a hand down my side, "Don't forget to put that chain and strap back in place for the ride home. I have plans for dessert." I grinned, handing him back the rest of the water and working to comply with his instructions while watching him move around the car and pick things up, carefully putting them back in the bag. I let myself just enjoy watching him a moment before I slowly refastened the chain, then the strap, and pulled on my skirt. The hoodie went on last, zipped up just halfway. I climbed back into the car as he was finishing up, my breath catching as the chain tightened over my sensitized skin. He heard me and looked up with a grin. Putting the packed bag in the back seat, he leaned in my car door, reaching in to run a hand through my hair. "Enjoying that chain?" "Its ... very noticeable," I answered, squirming a bit, then quickly added, "Yes, Master." He chuckled and trailed his hand down my throat and across my chest to pull the zipper down a bit more on the hoodie. His hand slid under the soft fabric to cup one breast, fingers teasing the nipple through the cut opening. I groaned slightly, shifting in my seat again, as he teased it hard and erect. His other hand came up and that's when I noticed the clips he was holding. He carefully fastened the clip over the first nipple before turning to tease the other one erect as well. He took his time applying the second clip and gazing at them appreciatively for a moment while I gasped and squirmed in my seat, feeling myself growing wet again. He flicked his fingers over both nipples a few times, then fastened a chain between the clips and reached down to attach it to the chain running between my legs, just taut enough for me to feel it. He slid his hand into the loose waistband of the skirt and under the leather strap, running a finger along the already slick chain and pressing it more firmly against my sex. "There. That should make the car ride fun for you, don't you think?" He grinned evilly as he pulled his hand back, zipping the hoodie back up halfway and fastening my seat belt over me. "Yes," I moaned softly, "Thank you Master." "My pleasure, love," he said, pleased, and leaned back in to kiss me thoroughly before closing my door. He was still grinning when he got in his side of the car and started it up. He reached over and lightly tugged on the chains through the hoodie, making me gasp before he put the car in gear and pulled out to drive us home. The first few bumps over the rough dirt road had me moaning before we were even well on our way. --- During the drive home, he occasionally ran a hand over my hyper-sensitive nipples, or lightly tugged the chain, though mostly he just drove and stole amused glances at my discomfort as I moaned and writhed in my seat. By the time we got home, I was soaked and sweating lightly. He was clearly amused at my discomfort. We pulled up at the house and he stopped the car, unfastening his seat belt and turning to reach over to me. I groaned in anticipation, but he grinned and zipped the hoodie the rest of the way up before releasing my belt as well. He got out and came around to help me out of the car, making sure I was fine to stand on my own before letting go. "I'm going in to order food," he told me casually. "Fetch the bag, bring everything into the kitchen and wait for me there. Oh, take that skirt and hoodie off as well, understood?" "Yes Master" I answered softly. He nodded, gave me a warm smile as I shakily reached for the bag. He chuckled lightly and went into the house, letting me follow slowly with my small, careful steps as the chain slid and rubbed with each movement. I heard him still on the phone in the other room, so went directly to the kitchen. Placing the bag on a chair, I stripped off the hoodie and skirt and hung them on the back, then stood patiently, waiting. He came in a moment later, glanced at the chair with a nod, then at my wrists and ankles, then looked me in the face and frowned slightly. "Turn around. Hands behind your back, legs apart. You know better." I blushed furiously and turned around quickly, arranging myself properly. He walked over and reached down, unfastening the chain and the soaked leather strap, detaching them. He ran the chain back and forth a few times before putting them to the side, making me moan softly. I exhaled in mild surprise as he stepped in front of me, slid his arms around my waist and suddenly lifted me off the floor. He turned and sat me on the edge of the table, grinning as he pushed me back to lay me down, my arms over my head. He pulled the blindfold out of his pocket and replaced it over my eyes. I felt fingers along my jawline. "Open." Obediently I opened my mouth, and he gently tied a gag around my head. I moaned quietly while he moved around the table, tying my hands to the legs at the corners over my head, then fastening my ankles down lower on the legs. This left my knees bent over the sides, my ass on the edge of the table, and all of me spread wide open for him. He reached up and tugged on the chain between my nipples sharply, making me moan again. There was a pause, then I felt his hands between my legs, fingers spreading me wide, as he ran something cold and smooth against my pussy. I couldn't quite tell what it was until I felt him push a small, rounded object into me. I heard him move closer to my head, felt the brush of his lips against my cheek, my ear, and he whispered softly, "No moaning. No cumming without permission. Understood?" I nodded carefully, and he kissed my cheek. "Good girl." I heard him stand up and walk out of the room. I started to strain to hear what he was doing when there was a soft 'click', and the toy he'd pushed into me started a low, steady vibration. I bit down on the gag not to moan out loud, making whimpering sounds in the back of my throat. I couldn't tell where he was or if he was watching, but was unable to help writhing a bit on the table, feeling myself getting even wetter in response. I heard him in the other room, clearly talking to someone, and finally realizing it was the dinner delivery he'd ordered. Unable to do anything but feel the torturous vibrations, and the tug on my nipples every time I shifted or writhed, I lay there panting, waiting. I heard him come back in the room in a few moments, busying himself over at the counter. I whimpered slightly, and he responded with another soft 'click', and the toy jumped up it's torture a notch, vibrating harder. I groaned out loud and he came over, putting a hand on my stomach and pulling hard on the chain until I yelped. "No moaning," he reminded me, but I whimpered again a bit helplessly. Another 'click' and the toy ramped up again. I bit into the gag, whimpering in my throat and panting hard. He ran his hands over my stomach, my legs, up to my breasts to flick lightly over my sore nipples. I whined, wincing at any touch, as sensitive as they were with the constant pressure and stimulation. I felt his hands carefully releasing the clips and moving the chain away, then he bent down and applied his tongue and mouth to my nipples, one at a time, licking and sucking the tender flesh. It felt so good after their long torture I couldn't stop the groan of pleasure. He sighed, and raked his teeth over one of them, sucking harder. I thrashed on the table, trying desperately not to moan or worse, to cum, and break another rule. He went back to the more gentle treatment and tongued and teased my nipples for long minutes while I struggled not to be pushed over the edge. Finally, with a last caress and squeeze, he stopped, moving back to the counter. I lay panting with the exertion, desperately trying to ignore the constant vibration. There was a silence, I must have lost track of him, unable to follow the sound of his movements through the haze in my head. Suddenly I felt hands on the insides of my thighs, massaging and rubbing and pushing my legs a bit wider apart. His thumbs rubbed slowly along the outside of my lips, spreading me open a bit wider and my animal needs rose up. I growled softly at the lessening of the friction, to which he chuckled softly. I nearly screamed into the gag as he leaned forward and ran his tongue up my dripping pussy. His hands held me firmly as he started licking and teasing, pushing his tongue into me to playfully shift the toy around. I lost all ability to stop myself and moaned loudly into the gag, starting to beg and plead as best I could for permission to cum. He said nothing and I felt myself trembling with the effort. Sliding his tongue up further he started licking and sucking the engorged nub of flesh while my nails dug into the table and every muscle in my back and legs went nearly rigid, shaking with suppressed desire. He kept it up for a few moments until I was too incoherent to beg, just moaning constantly and growling deep in my throat. Somewhere in my hazed, feral brain I heard him say, "Now. Cum for me." His lips and teeth lightly closed on me with exquisite pressure and I felt my mind shatter into a million points of light as I came hard, but he didn't stop there, and he didn't let me stop either. He kept licking and sucking, strong hands holding my legs in place, forcing me past the orgasm into another and still not relenting. As I felt the third one build and sweep over me before the shudders from the second were finished, the million points of light behind my eyes exploded and sensation boiled over and engulfed me into blackness. tbc Through the Woods Ch. 03 The next thing I was aware of was being lifted up off the table. The cuffs at my wrists and ankles were gone, and so was the torturous vibrating egg. There was a blanket under me and as I was lifted up I was feeling very warm and comfortable, cradled and held in his arms. My brain felt sluggish, but I was dimly aware he was carrying me over to the sofa, wrapped in a blanket. I slowly opened my eyes in the dim lighting to find there was no blindfold and saw him looking down at me carefully. "How are you feeling, love? Are you ok?" he asked seriously. "Ohhh ... hell yes master, thank you," I grinned weakly, relieved to see his quick smile in response. "Too much?" he sounded concerned, gently sitting us on the sofa and reaching to hand me a bottle of water from the low table. I shook my head before taking a drink, then smiled at him, "Nope. More, please." He laughed, taking the bottle and putting it back down on the coffee table. "Incorrigible. But first, you're eating something, and having some more to drink. And relaxing a bit, like, say ... how does a bath sound?" My eyes lit up in delight, "Ohhh, yes, please. A bath sounds wonderful." "Good." He leaned in and kissed me, lightly but with passion. "You scared me a little there, angel." I felt bad for scaring him, but not too bad since I was feeling far too good to be actually remorseful, so I just grinned. "I'm ok love, promise." He nodded and shifted me around a bit to reach forward, and I realized I was stripped down and nude in the blanket, all the chains and straps and toys gone. I looked where he was reaching and saw some of the food containers spread haphazardly across the coffee table. I realized I must have been out of it for a few minutes, but clearly he'd worked fast. I gazed at him lovingly, he took such good care of me. "You need to eat," he scolded emphatically, picking up one of the take out boxes and handing it to me. Sighing, I nodded my agreement. I am so bad at remembering to not drop my blood sugar through the floor, but he is always mindful of it. Slowly I righted myself a bit and settled in to eat at least enough to make him stop fussing. I ate as much as I could, then put the container down only half emptied, for which I got a look, "You outta finish that, you know." I picked up the water and downed half the bottle, saying offhandedly, "I ate half, it was a lot." I caught his skeptical expression and shook my head firmly, "Can't, I'm full." He gave a slightly exasperated sigh, then gave in and grinned evilly, "Not yet you aren't, we'll fix that after your bath. Come on." He rose and helped me to my feet, making sure I was moving steadily then nodded, satisfied when I seemed fine to walk on my own. Holding the blanket still wrapped around me, I followed him into the white and sea-foam tiled bathroom, sitting at his feet on the plush green-blue rug while he rested on the edge of the tub, running a hot bath. As the tub filled, he pulled off his shirt and grinned at my appreciative purring. I think he's sexy and I never get tired of watching him. The last of the day's sunlight splashed puddles of warmth through the high window, giving my hair a copper gleam as he offered a hand to help me into the tub. I was mildly surprised at how late it had gotten. He sat me down in the hot water, leaning me forward as he picked up the soap and a pale terry washcloth. Lathering it up, he slowly rubbed down my back and arms, a massage and thorough wash at the same time. He worked over my entire back and then leaned forward, reaching around my shoulders and beginning the same methodical, massaging wash down my front. It was slow and sensuous and he was taking his time on each breast, rubbing and brushing the nipples until they were pebble hard. When I was well cleaned, and clearly getting turned on, he put the cloth down a moment to gently guide me to lay back in the tub, resting my head on the back edge. He picked the cloth back up and re-lathered it. His other hand dipped into the water as he lifted one leg, then the other, continuing the unhurried massage with the soapy cloth which was both so relaxing and erotically arousing at the same time. He continued up to the tops of my thighs, parting my legs to work the cloth into every fold and crevice just under the water, cleaning me thoroughly while making me a bit short of breath at the same time with his gentle stroking. Letting me lie there panting slightly, he reached for the shower head and turned on a low stream of warm water. With a hand behind my shoulders, he had me slide forward slightly and drop my head back further, proceeding to rinse water through my hair. With one hand, he generously lathered it with shampoo and gently massaged into my scalp, making sure even the ends were clean before using the shower head to give it a good rinsing out. Once he had finished with my hair, the last thing to get washed, he again gently guided me, this time to up to get on my knees in the water. Hands turned me to face the front of the tub with my legs as far apart as they could be. He rinsed me head to toe with the shower head while letting the soapy water drain out of the tub, rinsing around my legs and knees and taking his time aiming the pulsing jets up between my spread knees. He ran his other hand across my wet nipples, teasing and playing with them while the water jets played over and into me, making me gasp and shiver. He adjusted the jets to a slightly stronger alternating pulsing pattern and moved the shower head to directly spray into the most sensitive places, then he put my hand on the handle. "Hold it right there, angel. No moving. Good girl." I drew a shuddering breath and nodded, wordlessly obeying as he began running his hand over my ass, kneading and massaging. The shower jets pulsed back and forth over me, making me pant slightly. His massage went lower until his fingers slid between my thighs and two fingers slipped easily into my already dampening pussy. He moved his fingers in and out slowly while his other hand still played with my nipples. I struggled to keep the shower jets in place, breathing harder and harder between my soft moans. He watched my face carefully, occasionally dropping the hand from my nipples to reposition the shower head until I gasped again. He kept his other hand between my legs, sliding his fingers into me and twisting and moving them before sliding them back out again. He pushed a third finger inside me as he readjusted the shower head again. I started to shake slightly, leaning on the wall with a low, feral moan. He grinned and slowed down, dropping the hand from my breasts to take control of the shower head himself. I writhed against his hand, growling. He responded by pulling his hand back, chuckling at my frustrated snarl. He moved away and stood to put the shower head back on the hook, spraying water down on me. He reached to help me stand up, facing the wall away from him, legs apart. His hand rubbed over my ass and thighs as I felt him step into the tub behind me. The hand rubbing my leg slid under it to lift it up and put my foot on the inside edge of the tub as he pushed me into the wall. One hand braced against the wall, he bent a bit to guide his hard cock into me from behind, his other hand going around my waist to support me. He moved in me slowly, rocking his hips against mine. As I moaned and ground back against him, his hand slid up to cup my breast, fingers slowly twisting and teasing the nipple half crushed into the shower wall. I gasped and whimpered my need at him, which he deliberately ignored while his movements got a bit faster and harder, thrusting into me insistently and taking his own pleasure. He bit my shoulder as he pushed deeply into me, cumming quickly with a groan while the water cascaded down on us. He stayed there a moment, continuing to play with and tease me, keeping me on edge without allowing me relief before kissing my neck and reaching up to pull the shower head down again. Once more he rinsed me thoroughly, paying special attention to the warmth running down my thighs and paying no attention to my soft whimpers. When he was done, he grinned and kissed my neck again, replacing the shower head and turning the water off. He stepped out of the tub, then wrapped an arm around me, carefully helping me out as well. Reaching to grab a towel, he wrapped it around me and hugged me close. I curled up against his damp chest for a moment, desperate for more contact and a little comfort. I knew he wasn't done with me. With a smile, he leaned down and gently kissed my lips. "Do you know how much I love you?" I grinned at that despite myself, "Yep." He laughed and wrapped an arm around me as he led me out of the bathroom and over to our bed, right across from the bath. Taking the towel from around me, he tousled it over my hair a moment and gave me another soft kiss. Slowly, he patted and rubbed me head to foot, drying me off before returning to get a bit more of the damp out of my hair. I stood, smiling and enjoying the pampering until he finished, dried himself off quickly and tossed the towel aside. Lovingly he took my hands and guided me to the middle of the bed with a kiss, lying me down on my stomach. Kneeling across my thighs, he started giving me a strong, sensual massage, kneading the kinks out of my back, shoulders and neck. "Ohhh, god that feels good", I murmured, relaxing utterly under his hands. "Good", I heard the smile in his voice. "Just relax and enjoy it, angel." He worked on my back for a while before shifting to one side and started working down my arm. He carefully massaged down to my hand, working on every muscle and finger, before wrapping a cuff around my wrist and gently chaining my arm up to the headboard. Then he moved to the other side, repeating the same thing on the other arm and leaving me relaxed, my outstretched arms chained to the bed. I lay relaxed with my face on the pillow while he moved down to my legs. Starting with the tops of my thighs, he continued the thorough massage slowly down each leg, spending a bit of extra time to massage each foot. When he finished with my legs, I lay there like jello while he fastened cuffs around each ankle and thigh. I felt him attach clips to each thigh cuff, then push my knees up and under me to clip them to the cuffs on my wrist, holding my legs up and bent. He then pulled each foot down to keep me stretched out and still, and chained my ankles to the bottom corners of the bed. Moving next to me, he pushed a pillow under my hips to make me more comfortable and stood back to survey his handiwork. "Comfortable, angel?" he asked. "Oh, yes Master, thank you," I purred. "Good. Just one more thing," he told me, leaning over next to my head. He held up the blindfold to show me what he intended and I smiled, nodding. He reached down, putting it back in place before moving closer to kiss and nibble at my neck a moment. While he kissed me, he slid a hand underneath my body, playfully squeezing and playing with my nipples for a moment while I moaned softly. He chuckled. Finally standing again, he made his way back along the bed, running his hands lightly all over me as he moved to kneel between my spread thighs where my ass was sticking up in the air. Both hands ran up my legs and started kneading and squeezing my ass, his thumbs running down between the tops of my thighs and spreading me open. I moaned as one hand slid between my legs, lightly tracing along my nether lips and dipping into the spreading wetness. He ran his fingers up and down, probing and teasing, while his other hand continued to rub and knead at my ass. I moaned and squirmed on the bed, wanting more. He slid several fingers into me, moving in and out of my wet pussy and finger fucking me slowly as I twisted trying to grind against him. His other hand lifted and came down on my ass with a sharp smack, making me jump and groan. His fingers continued their slow fucking as he started alternating between spanking my ass and rubbing over the reddening skin until I was dripping wet and moaning constantly. "I'm think I'm gonna fuck this gorgeous ass, baby, and you're gonna cum for me", he growled low at me. I whimpered as he chuckled, "You like that thought, angel?" I managed to stammer, "Y ... yes Master." "You want me to do that to you?" "Gods, yes!" I moaned. Another chuckle. "Then beg me for it." His hand came down in another sharp crack, "Beg Master to fuck your ass. Say it for me." I groaned as he rubbed and teased, "Yes, p ... please Master, please fuck my ass, make me cum, pleeaassee ... oh!" There was one more sharp crack on my ass, and him rubbing the heated skin. His other hand stopped slid back and up to rub my juices around my tight asshole, massaging the muscles loose. He gripped my hip tightly as he moved close, still rubbing the tight ring with one thumb as his hard cock slid along me then into my wet pussy. He pushed himself in and out a few times while I moaned in pleasure, whimpering when he withdrew. He resumed wetting his fingers and rubbing my tight ass for a few moments, I felt his other hand move back between my thighs, then there was a pressure against me and I realized he was pushing the round, smooth egg back inside me, nestling it deep. When he stopped rubbing and I felt the hard, smooth head of his cock press up against my ass, I inhaled sharply. There was a soft click and the egg started rumbling inside me. As I moaned and bucked, his fingers spread my ass wide. There was a searing pressure as he slowly worked the head of his cock past the tight ring into my ass. It was slow agony, stretching me out as he pushed inside, until he finally slid the head in with an exquisite pain that made me want more. He held still while I gasped a moment, relaxing and adjusting to him inside me. While the muscles relaxed and stopped fighting him, he reached under me to rub and tease the sensitive nub. I groaned when I realized he had another vibrator over his fingers. He slid it back and forth slowly, the symphony of sensation making me shiver and gasp. He pressed down just above the most sensitive point to send vibration though the bone and the base of the nerves until I moaned and pushed my hips against him reflexively. "Good girl, that's it, relax," he murmured, working his cock deeper into my ass. I whimpered as he slowly pushed himself farther in, rubbing and teasing me the entire time, the fingertip vibrations driving me wild. I felt his hips finally press against my legs and groaned louder, unable to stop myself from pushing and grinding back against him. The dual vibrators were making me buck and rub against his hand and cock, lost in the sensations and in feeling so stretched and filled. "Good girl," he repeated, rubbing a hand over my back for a moment. Then there was another click and the vibrations went up a notch, making me shudder and moan louder as he started fucking my ass. He made a few slow careful strokes, pulling nearly all the way out then pushing himself all the way back in carefully before starting to fuck me with harder thrusts, speeding up gradually. "C'mon baby," he panted through his own heavy breathing, "Cum for me. I want to feel you cum while I fuck your ass." I moaned louder, biting on the pillow while I shook and trembled from the building heat, grinding myself against him as I got more desperate for release. When the climax swept over me I half screamed, incoherent from the long build up to my release shaking violently through me while the chains and bindings held me firmly in place. He stopped playing with me, his hands shifting to dig his fingers into my hips in a tight grasp. "Oh yeah, baby," he growled, pounding into me, fucking me hard and deep as I spasmed and moaned, unable to move even if I wanted to. He shoved himself deeply into me, his own need taking over as his hips and balls slapped against me until he groaned loudly. With one final, hard thrust that ripped another screaming animal growl from my throat, I felt him pulsing inside me, cumming hard and filling me with his heat. The hard pounding left me feeling sore but satiated and I slumped as much as I was able, going most limp against the pillows propping me up. He stayed there, his breathing telling me he was also feeling tired, but he moved slowly in and against me for few moments longer before clicking the egg off and pulling the vibrator off his fingers. Reaching down, he released the clips on my thighs so I could relax a bit more, slump down a bit farther. I slowly straightened my legs, gradually sliding flatter on the pillows as drenched with sweat as I was, and he slid down with me to lay on top of me. I could feel him still buried inside me and I whimpered a little, too tired to protest. I was still too exhausted to move when I felt his arms slide around me, holding me close. He reached up to carefully pull the blindfold off and run his hand through my hair. He pulled himself out gently while I whimpered, still holding me and kissing my back and neck. His lips continued to brush over me in feather-light kisses as I gave in to the spreading lassitude, my breathing calming down and steadying as I started to slide into a worn out sleep. The last I felt was being cradled against him as I drifted off, his breath warm on the back of my neck.