A Day Out with the Master

she knew the day was going to be special when He gave her the dress code for the day.

Flat, strappy sandals, a long flowing skirt, no panties, a semi-transparent strappy top, her open lace slipover, hair scraped back in a high ponytail and a little make-up. she dressed carefully, slipping into the soft chiffons and silks. Smoothing them and straightening them. Looking at herself in the mirror, turning this way and that, savouring the feel of the sensual materials against her already burning skin, anticipation coursing through her body.

The soft curves of her breasts were almost but not quite fully on show and the chiffon of the skirt floating about her long legs like the gossamer wings of a butterfly.

she bit her lower lip softly as she wondered what the day held for her. He’d been upstairs packing what looked like a picnic basket and she wondered what was in the basket. She knew that He would have packed the white silken cords and her two dildos but had no idea what else He had planned for the day.

she knew they were going for a drive out to the park and He had told her T/they were going to the woods so she knew an open-air fuck was in the offing, but other than that nothing. she walked down the stairs and sighed softly as the soft material lifted about her limbs, caressing her calves as she moved, the gentle movement lifting the skirt gently and she knew that more than a light breeze would lift the skirt to reveal her naked ass and shaved cunt and wondered what her neighbours would make of the view.

she locked the front door behind her and walked to the car, a little nervous, the soft breeze blowing the hem of the skirt up over her calves, very much aware that it was revealing the shapely legs to His view. Instinctively she pressed a long nailed hand down along her legs to hold the skirt against her only to look up and see Him standing by the car, smiling. The strappy top showing the gentle curves of her breasts with the dark circle of her nipples showing clearly through the material. She looked about her, still shy even after four years of being with Him, worrying what the neighbours would say if they saw her. He loved the shy side of her and made it very much part of T/their play to make her show herself, especially to Him. To have her kneel and spread her thighs wide, to bend at the waist and place her head to the floor, her hands clasped or cuffed behind her, her ass high in the air and her smooth pouty cunt lips peeping out at Him. She shuddered as she recalled the times He’d had her kneeling away from Him, the dildo buried deep in her ass, her hand holding it steady as she lowered herself down onto it’s length and felt a gentle flush creep over her skin.

she opened the car door and climbed in as gracefully as she could, tucking the length of the skirt carefully under her to avoid it creasing, but leaving enough of it to lie gently over her shapely thighs. she leaned back in the seat, not realising her breasts had been thrust forward, the nipples brushing the material and lifting them to stand out clearly.

T/they drove through city avoiding the traffic as best T/they could, His hand sliding up along her thighs gently tracing a finger over the soft, shaved cunt lips, pressing gently into the moist folds through the chiffon of her skirt, drawing a soft moan from her. she shifted in the seat and eased herself forward without thinking about it and she blushed at His soft low chuckle. The low voice whispering the word “Slut” under the sound of the radio.

The low voice came from the side of her head, telling her to lift the skirt and open her thighs. she did so without any hesitation and within seconds her thighs and cunt were open to the gentle breeze, His view and probing fingers.

Steering the car carefully out of the city, He made His way along the long narrow lanes all the time the fingers of one hand gently moving over her. her thighs opened instinctively to His delving fingers, one hand steering the car deftly in and out of the light traffic that was out on the roads that day. A soft moan escaped her mouth as a single finger slipped deep into the wet folds and into her tight cunt.

His finger slid out and slowly began to flick over the tiny hard nub of her clit, causing her to gasp out loud as a deep shudder ran through her. “Hold your cunt open slut,” came the command.

she moved her hands down to lie between her spread thighs, shuddering at His words and slid her fingers over the already wet lips and spread them gently open to Him.

The soft breeze flowing over her from the open window gave her a strange feeling as it hit her wet cunt, the cool breeze mixing with the wetness and causing an almost cold shock to hit her and she leaned back in her seat, closing her eyes, savouring the moment of soft pleasure she knew would come when He touched her again.

A sudden gasp of pain came from her mouth as His hand landed with a slap on her spread wide cunt, causing her fingers to slip and her thighs to close. “Open your thighs and spread that cunt slut,”

she whimpered softly as her fingers slipped back down to open the throbbing cunt once more and eased the tender lips open, the soft flesh throbbing now in the coolness of the car.

His fingers trailed over the soft folds and pushed inwards once more, stretching her open as He pushed two fingers into her. Slipping them in and out of her, then lifting them to her mouth. “Clean them,” came the command.

she moved her mouth forward and over the slick fingers, her tongue licking and lapping at the cunt juice covered fingers, tasting herself on Him. she closed her eyes slowly, savouring the taste of her own cunt. He drove in silence the rest of the journey and she sat with her thighs still spread as He had not told her to close them. Blushing furiously each time they passed through a village or town and stopped at the traffic lights, knowing that other drivers, especially those in trucks and lorries could see her sitting in the front seat. Her hands lay carefully in her lap now, but her thighs were still wide open and her naked, shaved cunt was on full view to anyone who cared to look into the car.

He was teasing her, telling her how He knew what men thought when they looked at her, telling her how sweet her pretty smooth cunt was, how He could smell her lust in the car, how He knew what the sight of a glistening cunt did to a man, how any man seeing her would go home, thinking about the half naked girl sitting in the front seat of a car, cunt shamelessly on view.

Pulling up in the half full car park of the Forest Walk, He helped her from the car, watching as the material of her skirt fell gently down over her limbs, knowing she was grateful of the covering. How could this beautiful slut think that having two children and being 42 made her less attractive to Him? If only she knew. her shyness was part of her attraction. The fact that He had total control over her, knowing she could refuse Him nothing made her sweeter for the taking. He revelled in her shyness even now. He loved to command her, knowing that the trying to overcome the shyness was humiliation enough for her and always took time to hold her, kiss her, sooth her and reassure her after He’d fucked that she was His world, His slut, His woman.

He took her hand and T/they walked a while along the well worn path. To the world T/they looked like a loving couple and indeed T/they were but in this coupling HE was very much the Alpha Male and she was very much His submissive. This afternoon He would have to search hard to find a deserted spot in order to play the way He wanted to. This walk was a popular tourist spot and while He had no objection to anyone watching them from afar or coming upon them unexpectedly, He had no desire to be arrested for having His slut on show.

Today, she was going to be tied, hung a little and touched. Maybe even spanked, the sound of skin on skin echoing round the glade He choose. He had been planning this for a while now and had no intention of rushing the afternoon. He was going to have her begging for release and for His cock before the day was out. Maybe He’d allow her to have His cum before T/they left the glade and have her sit in the back of the car, feet up on the seat, thighs spread wide, with her cum filled cunt on show. Maybe He’d make her wait until T/they got home. Have her hot and panting for His cock and cum. Have her squirming on her seat, feeling the heat of her slut cunt through her skirt all the way back. Maybe He’d allow her to touch herself, to cum in the car and then fill her slut flesh with His cock.

Pushing on through the woods, He wandered off the beaten track slightly and she followed wordlessly. He was talking all the time to her, telling her what He was going to do. How she was to be tied, to a tree, arms high above her, feet barely touching the ground, how her skirt would be removed, her body half exposed, how He would spank her till her ass glowed, how He would lick and touch her cunt and ass till she was begging for release, how He would take her down, maybe hogtie her and fuck her till she was full of cum. How He might make her wait until T/they got home before allowing her that delicious release she craved.

she hung her head wordlessly, blushing as His words washed over her, aware that already her cunt was moist and hot. her flesh on fire for Him. Oh how she loved this Man, her Master. How she loved His touch, craved it daily, needed it to survive. He stopped suddenly, causing her almost to walk into Him, her breath catching in her throat as she tried to stifle the thoughts running through her head.

Looking about the glade, her mouth was dry but her cunt seeping, her knees weak already, her breath a little ragged. The glade was silent, secluded but not completely private and she was aware that anyone who cared to wander off the path the way T/they had would stumble in and see T/them. she shuddered slightly as He took her gently by the arm and led her to the tree that stood out, almost as though it had been placed there on purpose for Him. Standing her under the tree, placing her hands behind her back, He walked over to the basket that sat on the soft green grass. He turned back to her carrying the two lengths of white cord and stood before her. He reached to her waist and began to tug at her skirt, pulling it slowly down over her hips and thighs, exposing her pale skin to the gentle breeze and gently commanded her to step out of it. she moaned softly as the soft breeze wafted over her now half naked body, very much aware now of His gaze in her body, her nipples already hard and pressing against the soft material of her clothing and whimpered as she stepped out of the skirt. He moved behind her and took hold of her wrists, gently pulling them backwards. Swiftly placing a single loop about them and tugging it tight, hearing her gasp in the silence.

He let the rope trail down onto the floor, watching her body sway against its length as it trailed down over her ass. Running His fingers long the rope, He slipped a hand between her thighs and softly slapped them open. He slid His hand between her thighs and eased a finger along her slit, smiling as His finger slid into her wet flesh. Smiling as He was rewarded with a low moan of desire from her mouth. Pushing the finger a little deeper, He lifted her ass a little higher and watched as she rose to her tiptoes. So she was trying to ease the heat in her cunt already was she? Well, He’s soon put paid to that.

He took her wrists and slipped the rope from them and watched as she looked over her shoulder quizzingly. Gasping softly as He took her arms and placed them above her head. He carefully roped them together, tugging them high as He threw the end of the rope over the low branch and began to slowly pull on it until she was standing on the very tips of her toes, almost swaying in the breeze. she bit back the low groan that threatened to escape her mouth and He smiled softly. Oh what a slut she was. Always trying to deny what she was and what she wanted but all the same T/they both knew how deep the need to serve and please Him was in her belly.

“Playtime my slutty whore.” came His voice close to her ear as His mouth moved across her skin almost burning her with it’s touch. He secured the rope tightly and walked slowly round to stand in front of her, looking at her half naked body, the pale skin, the shaved mound, her thighs slightly open, already the scent of her lust in His nostrils. His hand reached out to push up her top, and He watched her eyes follow His movements. His hand moved slowly and lazily over her breasts, brushing her aching nipples and swiftly pushed up the soft material, exposing her breasts to the same gentle breeze that caressed her lower body. His hands running over them, cupping them, caressing them, kneading them slowly.

His thumbs beginning to rub back and forth over her nipples, teasing them to hardness, tweaking them slowly, tugging them up and out holding them tight between His finger and thumb until she was gasping softly with the sweet pain. He watched with amusement as she tried to arch upwards to ease the pain and failed. Her body arching, her nipples pulled tight now, stretching her breasts into small pyramids, pulling and twisting harder now, watching the flush of excitement on her face, her tongue snaking out to lick her lips, the soft moan finally escaping her mouth.

“Oh you slut. You like that? You like the pain I give you?”

she could only nod, whimpering out a soft “Yes” as He pulled harder, forcing out a reply.

His hand suddenly released her nipples and He turned again to the basket, turning back holding a long black scarf and stood in front of her. Lifting it slowly, allowing it to slip over her skin, allowing the cool silk to caress her face, He wrapped it carefully round her eyes, blocking out the gentle sunshine that invaded the glade. Suddenly she was a little nervous. She couldn’t see, only hear Him and was not at all at ease with this.

she trusted Him implicitly but was still nervous all the same. T/they had done the blindfold scenes at home but this was out in the open and she held her breath as He tightened the silk scarf about her eyes. she heard Him moving about her, touching her here and there, His hand sliding over the curves of her body, dipping now and then between her thighs, into her wet cunt, shifting up and down her body, flicking her tender nipples, then back along her spine to slip into her cunt again chuckling as He felt the moisture there. Oh how He loved the wetness there. The tight hot hole that welcomed His fingers, tongue and cock. The heat as she engulfed Him each time He entered her, sinking into the softness that was His. The scent of her lust never failing to excite Him.

“SSSlut” came the soft hissing voice in her ear as He stood behind her. she turned her head this way and that trying to work out where He was. she heard Him moving round about her standing very still, trying to work out what He was doing. Her breath harsh even to her own ears.

she gasped as she felt His hands on her ankle, pulling it open and along the ground. she cried out as she felt Him tethering something to her ankle, feeling the ropes bite into her soft skin, the feel of a stick of some sort brushing against her and groaned as she realised what He was doing. Whimpering as her other ankle was grasped and pulled wide along the grass once more, the muscles of her thighs stretched as she struggled against the ropes that pulled her upright.

A spreader bar! From where? When had He bought it? She moaned softly as His hand slid up the insides of her now spread thighs, the muscles taut as she tried to stand up on her tip toes once more, the pull of the ropes causing her sides to ache, biting her lip as His hands slapped the soft naked skin softly. Groaning out loud as His fingers traced the soft, smooth, naked lips of her wet cunt and was unable to stop her low moan of “oh please” as His fingers dipped in and out of her lazily. His thumb rubbing her clit as His hand moved up and down. her soft mewing whimpers echoed round the silent glade as He played her body like a finely tuned violin.

she gasped again as another finger slipped in, then another one in quick succession. Three now filling her cunt, stretching her open. The fullness almost overwhelming as His fingers pushed in and out of her. He sank to His knees before her, watching as He opened His fingers wide and pressed inward. Taking in the sweet musk of her cunt as His fingers opened her wide to His gaze, her hips tilting towards each inward thrust. The three fingers growing slick already as her honey coated Him.

His voice floating up on the breeze to her ears. Telling her how beautiful her cunt was, how wet and slutty she was. How He could see her pretty smooth lips opening over His fingers, How He was going to love fucking her like the whore she was. How he was going to lower her, bend her over and fuck her ass till she begged for mercy. His voice and the slow thrusting of His fingers almost drove her over the edge as her body rocked back and forth, helping His fingers to fuck her. she groaned out loud as He began to turn and twist the driving fingers into her now, pushing deeper and faster. her hips moved back and forth as she tried desperately to steady her breathing. She shuddered deeply as His fingers continued to work her cunt, twisting this way and that, pushing in and out of her, stretching her open.

He stopped for a moment, bending close to her cunt, inhaling her scent and flicked out His tongue to catch her clit, watching her body jerk backwards, and then moved quickly forward to press onto His delving fingers. He chuckled softly at her body’s reaction, knowing that already she craved release as her tautly stretched muscles strained against the ropes and spreader bar. Standing, fingers still buried in her cunt, He bent His head to claim her mouth kissing her gently, feeling her face move to His. Slipping His fingers from her cunt, He lifted them and placed them between their mouths, tongues entwining, licking, lapping, and cleaning her juices from them.

Oh how He loved to see her lick her own juice. What slut she was and how He gloried in owning her. Knowing she was His and His alone was almost power enough for Him but not quite. He wanted to control her totally. To have the power over her pleasure and pain, to decree when she could and could not cum. To have her beg for His cock. To beg even more for His cum deep in any one of her holes.

He walked away from her, watching her carefully. her body swayed a little now as she struggled to stand on her toes, her aching cunt seeking release from the almost painful need inside

He walked silently to the basket and stopped to inhale deeply. This scene was going to take the utmost control from Him too as the need to take her now, to fuck her hard and fast and fill her slut cuntflesh with thick cum was almost overwhelming and He wanted to savour the time before He emptied Himself into her. Should He do it here?

Should He wait until T/they got home?

COULD He wait until then?

He reached into the basket and pulled out the two dildos and looked at them smiling to Himself. Now then. Which hole to fuck first?

Walking back to face Her, He pressed the first of the soft latex dildos to her lips and watched as she instinctively opened her mouth. Running the soft tip over her lips, He pushed the dildo deep into her mouth, nudging the soft flesh at the back of her throat and watched as she began to gag softly. At the same time, He pressed the other dildo against her cunt and heard her soft moan against the head of the thrusting cock in her mouth. Pushing the first dildo into her mouth with the command to hold it fast, to suck it as though it was His cock, He knelt once more in front of her and gently smacked the puffy, wet lips with the rubber cock, hearing with satisfaction the soft wet noise as it landed again and again on her cunt.