my task... to write a story that involves the outdoors, being bound and controlled...
W/we are walking along a path; idle conversation distracts me, unaware that You have led me far into the wooded area. in fact, i notice, so far in that i feel a bit uneasy because there is no one about...
i wish to form a question, but You cut me off...
"Do as you are told. Be silent."
all pretense of respectfulness is suddenly gone and my gaze falls upon You.
"Do not refuse Me anything or you will be punished."
panicked, startled, i wish to flee...
You seize me by the hair. i try to struggle, but You are stronger and i am pulled over to a post and leashed to it by the collar.
"No one knows you are here."
You reach into Your pocket, dangling the key before my face and smiling.
"your helplessness is obvious, though your eyes should be downcast, no?"
Your hand reaches for my breast. in my awkward position, i must admit my defeat is certainly apparent.
The nipple is already responding to Your touch and You squeeze gently.
my breath catches, i can say nothing for my body will betray me soon enough...
"you may moan and squirm all you like, just do not speak. you will have no secrets tonight when I am done with you...."
You touch me...everywhere. bid me to kneel up against the post, legs opened wide, my hands behind me, eyes closed. You run Your hands about me, exploring, teasing, probing... i can feel the wetness already, and i can not stop You from knowing it is there either....
i do not know how long the minutes ran together, all i am aware of is Your touch....the nips to my breast, the feel of Your breath on my neck, the fluid that grazes my inner thighs making me sticky and filled with longing...
i can feel the right nipple being pinched and i flinch slightly. the sharp intake of breath gives away my discomfort.
You tell me to lean forward and let the breasts hang freely. You remind me to be still, be quiet or else more punishment will follow...
You lift the left breast; i feel the sting of the slap when it comes. another delivered to the right. this is my test, my suffering in silence. I have but two choices: to beg for mercy or try to withstand...
the slaps come again, pinches to the top, the side...i cannot gauge from which angle they will be dealt...it does not matter anyway.
You are testing my limits, trying to make me squirm, flinch, try to escape...as if i could...futile wishfulness
You will make me flinch, make me want to disobey, offer more punishments for behaving badly...i do not know which would be the lesser of the two evils...my nipples harden at the blows; i'm ashamed at the wetness between my legs...
"Do as you are told"...the words are ringing in my head.
"i will" is what i want to say, but words are forbidden. silence is golden... it does not matter what i say, all i crave is Your touch to stop the aching deep inside...
a touch of finger to my lips and I open them...heart pounding