Lynn carried her beach bag and small cooler down the grassy hill to the river's edge. She loved it here, it was one of her favorite places in the world, with the winding river and the bubbling sound it made as it flowed over logs and rocks, and the beautiful, heavily wooded area that provided shade and privacy for her. They were mostly cedar trees and pines, but there were also willows, maples and some wild apple trees in the area as well. She felt safe there. It was hers, she owned this property, almost 400 feet of prime river frontage, and she planned on living there eventually. It was where her heart was...the river. She'd grown up on the river, canoeing, kayaking, swimming, walking its banks since she was very small, and now this piece of land was hers, hers alone to do with what she chose. And today what she planned was a little different from other days, she planned to relax alone, and relieve herself of the incredible tension she felt from the morning's activities with Jimmy, her Master.
After many months of visits, they both realized they needed to be together, and he had rearranged his life for her, to be with her. He had moved into the little cottage on the lake with her, got a new job and they were doing very well, they were happy together. Of course there were struggles as she learned more about belonging to this man. Times when a war went on in her head with what she thought she wanted at the moment, and what he wanted her to do, what he told her to do. She had loved their time together when he visited, but living together was a bit more of a challenge. She was not a subservient woman and he didn't ask her to be so, but there were times when she had to take a break and search her mind for the answers.
What did she want? How far would she go to please him? How far would he ask her to go? He hadn't pushed her beyond her limits so far, but sometimes just giving up her inhibitions was difficult enough. He always insisted, and in the end she was grateful for that, the pleasure he had given her was like none other she had experienced before. She was required to be in charge in her nursing job, held directly responsible for the work and lives of others. But at home, when she was with Him, he was in charge. And she loved it. Even when he left her with no release from the exquisite sexual tension he created in her, she still loved it.
He had brought her to the edge over and over this morning, still not allowing her to reach her peak when he went to work. She had been reduced to begging, pleading with him to let her cum before he left. He had said no, she was to wait until that evening when he came home. It was going to be a very long day! He kissed her on the top of the head and patted her bottom as he went out the door to work, and said, "Now you keep those hands off that pussy while I'm at work, understand?"
"Yes Master," Lynn replied as he went out the door and off to work. She was dying to climb back in bed and use her vibrators, one inside her and the other on her clitoris as she loved to do, but she was going to be good this morning. Or try to be anyway...
He called her at noon to see how she was doing. "Hello babygirl, are you behaving yourself?" he asked. She answered, "Yes Jimmy, I'm thinking of going out to the property this afternoon for some sun, so if you call that's where I'll be, ok?"
"Allright Lynn, yes, go out to the river and enjoy your day. I'll see you at home this evening." He hung up the phone with a slight smile on his face. It was her day off, and she was going to the river to lay in the sun. He knew what kind of state he had left her in this morning, and he wondered how long she would be able to refrain from touching herself. His thoughts trailed back to their morning together, how he had bound her to the bed with his words and brought her so close to the peak with his tongue and his cock, over and over. She had begged, but he had not relented, leaving her in sweet agony when he left for work. He had planned on coming home in the middle of the day to surprise her, but now she would be at the property. Maybe it was time for a little outdoor adventure...
She pulled out her lounge chair from behind a stand of trees, sat it on the little grassy area near the river's edge and pulled off her shorts and tshirt. She was wearing her new bathing suit, a modest, jade green two piece. The bottoms were high cut on the leg, and the top was held up with 2 thin straps and came just below her rib cage. It was one of the new "tankinis", she could still get sun on her belly, but feel comfortably covered in public. As she laid back in the lounge chair and opened one of the wine coolers she'd brought along, she thought, "well, this is NOT public," and she let out a little giggle as she pulled the top of her suit off. It felt so good to feel the sun and the soft breeze on her breasts. She laid back against the chair, stretched out her legs and enjoyed the sensation of having her breasts bare in the daylight.
It was 85 degrees, probably hotter in the sun, and she was soon feeling the beads of sweat on her chest. She reached for the cold wine cooler, took a sip and rubbed the cool, damp glass against her nipples. She felt the familiar tightening as her nipples went erect, and she continued to rub the glass against them, just as she heard the sound of a canoe paddle striking against the side of a canoe. She knew what that meant, there were canoers just upriver, around the bend at the top of her property line, and they would soon be in front of her. She quickly sat the glass down on the little table next to her, and pulled her top back on just as she saw the canoe come around the top bend. It was a man and a woman, and she waved to them as they floated past, and giggled when they almost tipped as they rounded the bend in front of her. The man in the back of the canoe wasn't keeping his eyes on the river, they were on her. Had he seen her before she got her top on? It entertained her to think he had.
As soon as they floated out of sight she removed her bathing suit top and settled back with her book to relax and read in the sun. It was a saucy little novel, and the romance scenes were fairly hot. She felt the dampness between her legs and she couldn't resist sliding her hand down the front of her bathing suit bottoms, and rubbing the soft, smooth skin of her labia. She thought, "he can't be angry if I don't touch my clitoris, can he?" She continued rubbing her labia, and feeling the wetness as she slid her finger into her hot, dripping pussy. She shouldn't be doing this, she thought as she pulled her hand away, but then it went to her breast. She sat the book down and brought both hands up to massage her breasts, and she rolled her nipples between her thumbs and fingers, pinching them lightly. Her breasts were on the small side, but her pink nipples were large, and incredibly sensitive.
As she touched her nipples it sent little shock waves between her legs, making her writhe in the chair. "God," she thought, "I am so horny, I can't stand this." She reached for the bottle of tanning oil and massaged some onto her arms and legs. Then she poured it on her chest, rubbing it into her breasts and down her abdomen. Her body glistened with the sweetly scented oil. She rubbed it lower and lower on her belly, sliding the bathing suit bottoms down over her ass exposing her body to the hot sun. "Oh what the heck," she thought, as she slid the bottoms all the way off and laid there completely nude. She would be able to hear any canoers, and she could put her suit back on quickly if the need arose. It just felt too good to be naked in this setting, and she wasn't going to miss a chance like this. She laid almost flat in the lounge chair, and continued to run her hands up and down the length of her body, from her upper thighs up to her breasts, and then back down her belly and over her mons.
She was almost completely clean shaven, except for a strip of golden hair she had left at his request. He liked the color of her hair against the tanned skin, and he liked to run his lips over the softness of it. Now it shined with the oil, and she ran her fingers over it and down to her labia. This time she couldn't resist the draw of her throbbing clitoris, as she let a finger trail over it, feeling the hardness of it. It pulsed beneath her finger, begging for attention, for release. She let her finger go further, lubricating it with her own wetness and drawing it back up over her clit, rubbing a few times in a little circular motion. She knew she shouldn't be doing this, but her mind rebelled at the sexual frustration she felt. He hadn't allowed her release this morning, and it was almost unbearable.
She heard the laughter and the sound of the canoe paddle again from around the upper bend. They were very close this time, and she saw them appear on the river as she realized she wouldn't have time to put on her suit. She quickly grabbed her beach towel from the bag, and laid it the full length of her, and rested back in the chair, being very still. There were 2 men this time, drinking beer and having a good time. Here she was completely nude within 10 feet of them as they slowly paddled past her, both staring. She wondered if they knew, as she raised her head and gave a little wave. They called out a hello to here as they went past, and she loved the thought of being bare so close to these strange men. She was tempted to throw off her towel and give them a little peak, but she knew she wasn't brave enough for that, and her Master wasn't there to protect her.
As soon as they rounded the lower bend she tossed off the towel, and picked up her book again, but it wasn't long before she felt the stirring in her lower abdomen once again. She was having a very difficult time behaving herself today as her hand, as if with a mind of it's own, went between her legs. Her fingers stroked the soft labia, and again went to the hard little bud of her clitoris. She rubbed in circles, moving her fingers faster and faster. She let out a long sigh and gave into the fact that she was going to do this, she knew she would when she put the vibrator in the bottom of her beach bag. She lifted herself up on her elbows, gave a quick look around for intruders, then reached into her bag for the vibrator. It was her favorite one, hot pink with a little curve to the tip, and it fit against her body perfectly.
She laid back against the chair again, and brought the toy to her labia, leaving it off and just running it up and down over her wetness. She slid it into her a few inches, moaning with the need to have it on her clitoris. She reached down with her other hand and turned the knob, hearing the hum of the intense little vibrator, as she spread her lips apart and rested it against her. She had been in such a state of arousal that it took only minutes before she felt her orgasm over take her. Her hips automatically rose, back arched as she writhed in the ecstasy of the feeling. Her eyes were closed, and a moan escaped her throat. As the feeling subsided, she opened her eyes to see a pair of legs right beside her. She looked up into the face of her Master.
"What do you think you're doing?" his voice was deep and low, and she knew he was pissed. He stood over her, legs apart, and she could see that he had thunder in his eyes.
"I....I...," she stuttered, not knowing what to say in such an awkward situation. She had been caught doing specifically what he told her not to do.
