I have arranged a meeting in an open meadow with my beautiful submissive. Aspen trees dance in the wind as the verdant bright green leaves shimmer in the sunlight. A running river can be heard in the background close by. I am wearing a green corset with old fashioned looking closures and a grey pair of sturdy pants with many pockets.
I check my backpack and mentally review my checklist: cordage (Paracord, Shibari and utility ropes), cover/shelter (I always carry a light two person tent on my person and two ponchos that can be turned into tarps and used as shelter in a hurry), cutting (in addition to the knives I carry on my utility belt I have several here as well), a cooking pot with alcohol stove, combustion (different abilities to start a fire), container (a full water bottle/cups), some tea and snacks. I like to be prepared for any possibilities and ready and I don't take chances when it comes to safety.
I take a deep breath and look at my specialty tools I have decided to pack for this particular outing...flogger, play collar and leash, blindfold, crop, gag, anal toys of various sizes, strap on harness with a dildo, Devil's club salve, nipple clamps, and several different kinds of vibrators. I smile the knowing smile of a Mistress. I put on my traveling Bushcraft coat and I start walking. I enjoy the feel of the Earth under my feet and arrive in about an hour's time.
My sub is no where to be seen but I know she is here, waiting until I call her, like the good girl that she is. The hair on the back of my neck stands on end as I catch a strong smell clean smell on the wind with a hint of lemon. I know she has done exactly as I asked. I walk quietly and deliberately to where the smell came from, taking my time. I find the exact tree. There is a small group of aspens around this clearing. The next tree has no smell of her perfume but does have some markings at the base, as if her ringed fingers had claws upon them. Well done, my devoted submissive, I think to myself. One tree over I smell it again. My blood pulses quicker and my heart beats a hunter's jig.
Soon my sub, soon I will have you. I check every remaining tree with care. Some have no perfume, some have the same claw markings at the base and others have both perfume and the claw markings. I appreciate every small detail and drink it in with my eyes and nose.
Behind the last three trees there is a small hill. Taking a deep breathe I call the gull like barking sound of the fox. I wait a moment and then I hear the gull bark sound of a reply. I smile and walk towards the base of the hill. My submissive is wearing a beautiful poncho and her gorgeous red fox tail and adjustable fox ears. We walk towards each other at an angle and close our eyes. Our jaws open wide in the polite fox greeting. She elegantly lifts her tail in a U shape and moves her ears back. I grab her wrist and nibble playfully. She giggles with delight and moans. Without warning she runs, quick as a flash towards the closest trees. I catch her easily and push her firmly against a tree as I gently bite her throat. Her eyes are scintillating as she watches me closely. The sound that arises from my own throat is the shrieking eerie sound of the fox, to the uninitiated it sounds as if an animal being being beaten. My sub knows I am claiming her as my own.
"Mine," I growl and bite her throat a little harder. She moans and presses herself harder against me. I enjoy feeling her contours. She suddenly stomps my foot playfully and runs in the opposite direction. I watch her body move with as if she was an embodiment of what running is. My yoni pulses with the joy of the hunt, the chase is on. I run the opposite direction and obscure my form by the trees. I see her coming. She isn't aware of me yet. Lightning quick I grab her ankle. She toples to the ground. I roll her over on her back and she whimpers in her delicious submission of the ever present now. Her tail moves to the side playfully. "Stay," I command her as I point to the ground. I take my bag off my shoulders. A silk blindfold the color of highbush cranberries is laid across her back for a moment. It matches her tail beautifully, just right. Out comes the Shibari rope. I am aware of the music of the rope as I use it to wrap her in a hogtie on the ground. Upon the sensitive skin of her shoulders I place sandpaper and rub it back and forth and the delicious silk is placed upon the same spot. She doesn't know which will come next as she closes her eyes. She gently wiggles responding to the sensation. Then the blindfold is tied across her eyes. She is in darkness. Then I watch her jump as I place a cold pack on her inner thighs and breasts. I love seeing her respond to the sensations I present her with. She grits her teeth. I blow on the nape of her neck and my blood pulses faster as she shivers.
"Oh Mistress you are so naughty."
I slowly lick her breasts tenderly and bite her inner thighs, growling. She moans louder. My tongue draws little serpentine patterns on each ass cheek. "Oh Mistress. That feels so good. I am so grateful to be yours," she says. I untie her only to do a tie with both her wrists being bound together. I tie this to the nearest tree and she is on all fours in her exquisite hog tie.
Now I put the harness on her that holds the vibrator. I switch it on. "For your impertinence and attitude my vixen you must endure what I have planned," I say as I caress her face and bite her lips wickedly. "Mmmm. Thank you Mistress. I have earned punishment through my sass. I accept my punishment," she moans and writhes against the vibrator.
"250 lines. I will talk to Mistress with respect. I will keep my sass in check. Due this evening." I love to watch her. Her tail moves back and forth. I caress her ass slowly and pinch her breasts. She is my pain slut. I pet her ears and pat her head as she melts into me, her lust visible in eyes now. The next tool that comes out is the small blade and I flick it open close to her ear. She stays very still.
I put the blade gently upon her pussy. She moans but does not move. I put the blade aside for a moment and move directly under her pussy and open my mouth delicately, tasting her divine femininity. So delicious. I caress her pussy and she gets ever wetter. I put her delicious nectar behind my earlobes and on my wrist, wearing her turn on as a perfume. I paint her nectar on my breasts and hips now. I feel my own wetness dripping down my leg. I paint her pussy, breasts, inner thighs and lips with my own turn on. I put my fingers inside myself and place them inside her mouth without warning.
"Mistress you taste so amazing, sweet and spicy. I want more, please. I am begging you," she whispers. "Not yet my greedy vixen," I giggle, relishing in her eagerness and vulnerability. I adore it when she begs.
The blade I place carefully along her ass gently, then I bring it up to her throat and trail it slowly along her entire body, taking my time. She is so wet now and must remain so still as she feels the cold thrill of my blade. I smell her turn on even more. I take the blade and bring it back up to her throat.
"Who do you belong to, my gorgeous girl?"
