Beast of Burden

"Stay still! I'm trying to get this contraption on you evenly!" She tugged impatiently on the left shoulder strap of the harness. For some reason she had decided that hiking in the wilderness was a great way to stay in shape. So early one chilly June morning we left our comfortable chalet in the hills of Quebec and hit the trail hiking. Well, she hit the trail. She brought me along because someone had to carry her things.

She shortened the shoulder straps and shifted the knapsack as high as possible on my back, then snapped the straps together across my chest. Straps that were meant to go around the waist clicked together high on my rib cage and the whole thing felt tight and secure on my shoulders. The knapsack positioning also left me completely exposed from the mid-chest down.

A good half-day drive from any other humans, she saw no reason for me to wear anything besides the knapsack on my back and a pair of plastic flip-flops on my feet. Initially the thongs seemed odd, but she explained that she didn't want me to feel too comfortable on the hike. Plus she liked seeing me struggle to keep up. Mystery solved. My nipples were hard from the cold, but my genitals were not. She cupped her hand around them and leaned in close to my face.

"Are you unhappy to be used as a pack animal, sub? Do you think you deserve better?" She squeezed my crotch. "Is that why you're not as excited as you should be? "Listen carefully. I own you. When you're not being used for sex you must earn your keep as a domestic, or a pack animal or even as a piece of furniture if I think that's appropriate.

Remember the hours you spent practising to be a footstool? You just wouldn't stay still long enough to forget about you. You were a disappointing footstool. Furniture is not supposed to move until it's nudged or kicked." She squeezed my balls hard. "Say you're sorry."

"I'm sorry Ma'am! Please forgive me! Please don't squeeze my balls anymore."

"You will do as I say and you will learn to show your gratitude regardless of your comfort level. Clear?" Her hand was warm on my stiffening cock. Suddenly the chilly air didn't seem quite as objectionable.

"Sure it's a little chilly but it's going to warm up and we have plenty of bug spray, so you can't complain about being bitten. Show some gratitude, sub." A few well-placed slaps made my cock stiffer despite the cold.

"There! That's better." She clipped a leash onto the ring at the center of the knapsack harness and tugged on it.

"Keep up." We set off down the trail, with her in the lead and me following along, cock bobbing in gratitude.

About a half hour into it, as unlikely as it was, we came across others. Off in the not-far-enough distance, we saw a couple of fellow hikers coming toward us. I voted for dashing off the trail into the bush, regardless of my footwear.

"Certainly not! Meeting others is unexpected out here, but not completely unavoidable. After all it's a public hiking trail. No, we have every right to be here. Just pretend that everything is normal. We're just another couple out for a brisk hike."

Just another couple? She pulled harder on my leash. Yeah, we'll show'em who's normal. I flip-flopped faster along behind her. Unfortunately my perverted sense of eroticism kicked in and my cock gave it all away. Hard to look normal when you're trotting naked on the end of a leash with a boner. No, the jig was up.

And the young couple approaching us showed no pretence of ignoring the obvious and passing by unobtrusively. Nope. They just stopped in their tracks and stared, literally slack-jawed at the athletic woman with the naked, obviously horny man on a leash.

We walked briskly by them, like we were running late for a Domme and sub conference somewhere up the trail. She simply flashed them a condescending smile and thereafter pretended they didn't exist. She was an expert at that. It was part of what I adored about her.

We were five minutes past them before I heard the "snick" of a camera shutter. iPhone or 35 millimeter, it didn't matter. We were too far away to make a positive identification. All the shot would show was a naked man being led on a leash by an athletic woman. Maybe it would give them some ideas. Around the next bend she pulled me over to the side of the trail.

"Well, I hope you're proud of yourself! I'm sure they've never seen a sub on a leash before, but did you have to be a poster-boy for male sluttiness? A hard-on, really? Under those circumstances? Apparently you're not being milked enough! What a greedy little slut! Ok, get over there by that tree and spread your legs. You can hang onto the tree if you need to brace yourself."

With nothing on but the knapsack hiked high on my shoulders, I bent forward and hung onto a bitch tree with both hands while I spread my legs for her.

She had made it clear for some time that she was in charge of me and she decided when and where I was allowed to cum. In return, I was expected to ejaculate only when told. Lately that privilege had been somewhat curtailed as she sought to build my need by reducing my opportunities. The need was certainly building.

Her hand was deliciously warm on my cock in the cool air. I tried to relax and not think about being discovered by unsuspecting hikers.

"Push out! You're keeping your ass tucked in. Arch your back! The sooner you comply the sooner we can continue our walk." A sharp slap on the ass reminded me of what my primary function was. I bent my knees and arched my back as hard as I could. Damn the hikers!

"Beg when you're close." She milked me from behind like a cow. She slapped my ass and pumped my cock until I heard myself chant "please" over and over until she said yes. Abandoning all dignity, I came for her, right there on the side of a hiking trail, bent over clutching a tree, dripping cum from the end of my cock, exposed to anyone passing by. It was just too outrageous.

"Good! That will take the edge off until we get back. Let's go, get those flip-flops moving. We have another fifteen minutes of fitness training before we head back to the chalet." Once back on the trail she reattached the leash to a ring on the back of the knapsack. My erection was still oozing the last of its load.

"You take the lead for awhile. Just stay on the track. Wait." She snapped off a switch from the birch tree.

"Bend over." I stuck my ass out for her. She delivered a sharp, thrilling, exquisitely painful streak of fire across my butt. So naïve; she still thought that using the switch or a crop on me was punishment. I wasn't allowed to disagree, but I hoped she couldn't see my erection.

"I'll keep the pace going with this. You know what 'go faster' should feel like, right? If you want a quick reminder, I'm happy to provide that for you."

I trotted ahead on the track as quickly as plastic thongs allow. Not quick enough. The birch switch snapped across my ass half a dozen times before I got the pace right. So humiliating, to be herded along a dirt track like a beast of burden. My cock felt like it was made of iron. As I stumbled along, she confided.

"Actually, I am rather pleased that you were capable to getting hard under those circumstances. While I certainly need to keep you under better control, you at least have lost enough of your inhibitions to get an erection under pressure."

"Or should that be; you have surrendered enough pride to let your owner take over." She smiled. "Or maybe, you're releasing your inner slut. In any case, I'm sure that sudden stiffness problem can be corrected."

Maybe. Yeah, maybe so. I didn't think I had any pride left. But she was usually right about stuff like that. At least, she was the naturally dominant one, so I mostly deferred to her reasoning. Okay, always deferred. It was hard to imagine how much more submissive I could be or how much control she thought she still needed to exercise over me.

"When we get back, no more clothes for you. For the rest of our stay here I need you naked and on-duty. I see now that I have allowed you too much time to recharge. All you're doing is becoming frustrated and losing control, hence the incident on the trail today."

"You're more of a slut than I thought, so you're going to have to be milked four times a day. Yes, four. I see that look on your face. But you and I both know are capable of cumming that often. It's the event itself that needs to be better controlled."

"We'll see if more frequent cumming reduces your ambient state of arousal, so that the next time we encounter others unexpectedly, you do not turn into an ad for Viagra."

"Luckily we have the chalet for two weeks. That will be enough time to train you to cum on schedule. Given sufficient frustration outlets at home, you should be able to hold yourself in check when we're out in public. After that I'll decide which schedule you will follow. Right now I'm favouring the 'when I say' schedule."

The birch switch cut across my ass once more and I picked up the pace. She had been right again. The air had warmed up to my comfort level. My nude body responded to the lash of the switch by growing another hard-on.

"No loitering! It's a good half hour back to the chalet and I want to get back in time for my show. So pick up the pace, sub." Another sharp snap of the birch switch punctuated her command. "Don't think I can't see your testosterone display. We'll fix that control issue, but for now, get going before I have to get a bigger switch!"

I trotted on down the path, thumbs hooked into the shoulder straps of the knapsack for stability, flip-flops slapping in the otherwise silent wilderness, and my erection bouncing as I ran at the end of my leash. God forbid we didn't make it back in time for the Young and the Stupid. Mercifully we did not encounter any more fellow hikers on our way back.

Once back at the chalet she unsnapped the knapsack and took away my flip-flops. I felt like I was being unharnessed before being put away. She had me pose on all fours outside on the back deck.

"Head up! Back arched! Good. Can't have your form falling apart just because you're tired, can we? Ugh! You're covered in sweat and bug spray. You need to be scrubbed and hosed down." She left me on my hands and knees while she went to find a bucket and scrub brush.

I knew she would take it as evidence that I needed to be milked more to control my addiction, but I still couldn't help getting an erection while she was gone. Waiting there, being treated like an animal made me stiff. By the time she returned I had grown a full erection.

"Oh my god! How much of a slut are you?" She approached me on the deck with a bucket. "Well, you're going to get cleaned. At least cleaning your cock will be easier now that it's hard. Spread your legs slut!" I snapped my head up, spread my legs wider and arched my back in the "on display" pose she had taught me. She reached between my legs from behind and ran both hands along my erection a few times.

"Fuck! I just milked you not two hours ago. That boner is the result of not being milked often enough, I'm sure of it. I'm putting on scrub gloves. The textured surface will exfoliate you while I scrub you." She smiled and snapped on the gloves. "Might be a little stimulating on an erect cock, so try not to whimper." Her sandpaper hands scrubbed circles into my ass.

"You really need to learn restraint buddy." A gloved finger massaged the cleft between my buttocks. Her other gloved hand found my erect cock. One hand slid down to encompass my balks, the other began stroking my cock. Her gloved hand burned along my shaft. She stopped stroking me and placed a finger tip between my teeth.

"Close." I bit down on the glove and it came off her hand and hung from my mouth. She left the glove hanging and explored my crotch with her bare hand. The contrast between her sandpaper-exfoliating hand and her soft, ungloved fingers was excruciating.

"Move." I was grateful for a command to do what I couldn't help anyway. My hips pumped slowly and deliberately. Even in my exacerbated horny state I knew I wanted to stretch this experience out as long as humanly possible. But she had other plans.

"SMACK!" Her open palm came down sharply on my unprotected ass. No monologue necessary. I pumped her hand faster. But not flat-out. I knew she would want me to save that for the final lap.

"Faster! My show is on in 15 minutes. Cum in the next 10 minutes and I won't have to punish you. Make me miss my show and you will wish you were still on the trail."

I sped up. Having a time-limited window of opportunity was incredibly motivating. In no time, enough pre-cum slicked the palm of her hand for me to establish a fast, steady rhythm. My balls slapped against her wrist and I felt the tingling climb through my groin. With the unbearable thrill of cumming, I erupted onto the deck. All over the deck. All over her hand. She held on until the last of it drooled from the end of my cock.

"Good boy. Two minutes to spare." She pressed her fingers against my mouth. "Lick". I cleaned her fingers. "Don't swallow without permission." Her bare hand stroked my back, drifted onto my ass and circled my balls. She pulled down on my balls and held my cock in her other bare hand.

"You may swallow." I heard the trace of excitement in her voice; the erotic satisfaction that comes with control. Her hand tightened in ownership on my deflating cock and acknowledging her dominance, I swallowed.

"Feels good doesn't it? That submission of your will, the surrender of your manhood." She slipped my soft compliant cock into the loose-fitting but effective male chastity device, then continued to play with my balls.

"Having that level of compliance means you can be free to indulge your sexual self without fear of remorse or guilt. That's all on me now. All you have to do is what you're told. You are free to be a complete slut. Sound good?"

"Yes Ma'am. Sounds wonderful."

"Oh it will be once you are fully trained. You still have more to learn. You'll likely fight it at first. Letting go of your preconceived ideas will be an unconscious struggle. But your notions, no matter what they are, will invariably need to be replaced with my definitions of submission. You will need to accept my ideals before you will be allowed to experience the ecstatic freedom of true male submission to a female authority. No, I didn't make up another rule to torment you with, that's just how the thing works."

I felt the cage constraining my swelling cock. I knew she was right. Why did knowing I had to give up my fantasies for hers make me hard?

"I can feel your balls shrink, sub. So that device must be getting a little uncomfortable around your inflating cock. Actually, it's not meant to punish you, just contain your enthusiasm until it can be more constructively directed by someone other than you. That's all for today."

She fondled my balls one last time then walked inside. "Follow me. You can rest your face between my legs while I watch my show." She glanced over her shoulder and caught my eye. "Or just curl up naked at my feet and go to sleep. Your choice."

I crawled after her when she went inside then lay down with my head on her feet as she settled back to watch her show. She reached forward, patted my head and clicked the TV on.

"Good boy. I'm too tired to be licked now anyway. Go to sleep. I'll wake you up if you can be of service."