I have seen you often as I have stood in the forest, watched you undress thinking yourself unseen, and walk into the clearing to enjoy the feel of the sun, or the rain, against your skin. Your pleasure in the sensation is evident. You are beautiful, and like all things that I find beautiful, I must possess you.
You are standing naked in the clearing when you feel the blindfold come down over your eyes. In the few seconds of disorientation, I have taken both your hands, and have started to lead you towards the edge of the clearing. You ask, "What is happening?" I reply, "Hush, you are mine now." Soon we stop. We must be in the trees now, you can smell them. You feel my hand in the small of your back, firm but gentle, pressing you forward until you are stopped by a tree.
Your hands are drawn around the tree and tied firmly, pulling you forward against it. You can smell the scent of the wood, and feel the roughness of the bark against your breasts and stomach. Hands gently trace the curves of your back, bottom, and legs, before firmly parting your legs and stroking your inner thighs. There is a few seconds of nothing before my hand connects firmly across your buttocks, making you gasp. You wonder where this is going, as my hand steadily lands again and again, ten strokes in all. "More?" I ask, but you are afraid to reply. Next, you feel the slap of what feels like a wooden paddle, ten more strokes, and you feel the heat spreading across your bottom. "More?" I ask again, and again you do not reply. The flogger comes as a shock, not hard enough to hurt too much, but a significant sting across your back, buttocks, and upper legs. "Enough, please" you gasp, and it stops.
You feel your hands being released, but then you are turned around and your hands retied, your back against the tree. You realise that it isn't over. Hands move across your face, touching your lips, down your body, caressing your breasts, and down again, parting your legs. Fingers stroke, and probe, making you moan as they find their target. More fingers pull and tease at your nipples, still aroused from their contact with the rough bark. Then the hands pull away, and you wait. When it arrives, the flick of the flogger is really quite gentle as it works its way across your body, just enough to warm the skin of your breasts, stomach, and inner thighs. Before you can ask, it stops.
Then you feel something poured onto your front and spread out across your body by firm insistent hands. The oil makes your skin tingle, yet it still feels soothing, its coolness in sharp contrast to the warm, whipped skin of your back and buttocks held against the rough tree bark. The hands massage the oil into your breasts and thighs, before moving between your legs, the fingers easing their way inside. Other fingers twist and pluck at your nipples, only to be replaced by lips and teeth, sucking and nipping. Then again, it all stops.
You draw a sharp breath as you feel the clamps bite down on your nipples, not hard enough to make you cry out, but enough not to be ignored. All the sensations are mounting now, filling your head. You are totally powerless to resist. Now you hear a familiar buzzing sound, you know what that is. You tremble as I ease the head of the vibrator between your legs, between your lips, and feel the wave rising as I work it against your clitoris, taking you to the edge. And let you slide away from the orgasm, before taking you back to the edge again, and again. How much more can you take? You don't know whether to scream at me to stop, or scream at me to take you over. What will you promise me to release you from the torment? What will you do to make me let you go?
I take the vibrator away, and stand back, watching your body tremble. Time is passing and you have given me no indication of what you are prepared to offer for your release. Perhaps you wish me to keep you? To use you as my plaything? This I will consider.
You feel your hands released, briefly, as you are drawn away from the tree, only to have them firmly retied behind your back. You feel a collar being tied around your neck. It is not overly tight, or uncomfortable, but you can feel its weight and texture against your skin. There is a click, as something is attached to the collar. "Come with me".
There is a gentle pressure on the collar, pulling you forward, a lead perhaps? The blindfold has remained in place throughout your ordeal, and your senses are heightened, amplifying every sensation. Your skin feels alive with every movement. You are stiff from being held against the tree, and the uneven ground makes the clamps swing and bite harder into your nipples.
The air feels clearer now, and you feel grass under your feet again. We are back in the clearing. "Kneel, please," I ask, and you ease yourself down onto the grass. You are acutely aware of the ground beneath your knees, and the warmth of the sun on your ravaged skin. You are wondering what will happen to you next.
