All I said was we are going for a walk and to wear wellies. We’ve done this plenty of times before, it practically was part of our ritual now. Before sexual fun, before floggings, before being bound, before sucking my cock, a walk to clear the mind, refresh the spirit and ensure we were ready for the intense repeated couplings that came after.
We walked down the road, urban, cars, families, dogs. The detritus of an ordered and normal society. And here in the middle of all this, order, was me. A Dom leading his sub down the road. Not a sole on this normal street knew a thing. I liked that. I liked my secrecy. That while they watched the Xfactor and Dancing with the Stars. My sub was naked tied to my bed, a vibrator in her pussy a plug in her ass and I’d be flogging her. Probably having her try to suck me to orgasm too. While they waited for the commercial break to end and some silly advert to buy a new type of cheese in a can.
The suburbia eventually thinned and the trees and nature took hold as we walked on. The din of cars and dogs gave way to birds and wind through leaves. The pressures of the day began to lift from my shoulders. Chest expanded with the freshness of the air and I felt as if walking taller and more upright.
There she was before me, her bottom wiggling in her jeans in front of me. Her feet happily splashing in the muddy puddles as we took the turn down along the stream. The smile on her face was electric. It was a smile of joy. To be outside in her element, the nature she needed. But also a thrill to just be with me. That was the amazing part. After life had kicked me, hurt me, made me feel I’d never be whole again. There was a gaze and smile of content brought because what I could do for her. And unlike before it did not require much effort, this came naturally, this was companionship. No requirement to prove myself beyond simply being happy.
The path snaked along the water. The babbling brook tumbled through pool and falls. The trees grew denser and thicker as we went on. Patches of fallen flowers covered the path in Crimson reds and velvet purples where the spring buds gave way to summer blooms.
One might say we were in the wilds, but to a trained eye there was an odd order to it all. Where the path dipped or became boggy there was always a stone. Every time you turned a corner and expected some impressive tree, there was one. It was still overgrown, wild and dark. But someone had planned this. Planned this for me and my enjoyment and for my sub to frolic through and I loved that.
The air became cooler and the sunlight became less as the trees fell in around us. It was imposing, warning and as to expect something soon.
