Moonlit Bondage In The Woods

The soft grass tickles my bare feet as I follow you into the woods, shivering slightly as the gentle breeze kisses my naked skin. Many times I open my mouth, only to close it before any words escape, for there is nothing to say. I simply bask in your powerful presence, listening to your boots crunching loudly every time you set foot down upon the forest floor, the midnight chill offset by the warmth of your hand grasping mine and the fire of excitement burning deep within me.

Moonlight guides our way, peeking through myriads of leaves to lighten our path and bless our forbidden escapade as you lead me to a clearing not far from the path, stopping in front of a pair of majestic oak trees. There you finally let go of my hand, causing a surge of fear and panic floods through me that is soon overpowered by lusty anticipation.

Knowing what you want from me, I don't wait for you to speak; instead walking mutely to stand between the two huge trees, choosing a spot where moonlight streams down between their branches to highlight my curves in silvery-white light. A gentle smile illuminates your face as you come up behind me, stroking my shoulders tenderly as you press warm lips to my neck, biting gently just beneath my earlobe.

Your hands wander down my back until they reach my thighs, nudging them apart. Obediently, I spread my legs as far as they can go, your hands lowering to grasp my ankles. Rope bites into my flesh as you secure me to the trees, spreading my feet so wide apart that it almost hurts.

"You're trembling," You whisper against my skin, one finger trailing teasingly across my skin as you stand back up. "Are you sure about this?"

My voice refuses to be heard, and all I can do is nod. I am terrified, but no matter how much I tremble and shake with nervousness, all I feel is a sense of overwhelming excitement bubbling through my veins like fire. The touch of cool night air on my breasts causes shivers to course through my body as I press my arms into your palms, rope snaking around my wrists then upwards to fasten my arms tightly to each tree trunk in a similar fashion to my ankles.

You show me no mercy as I use the ropes to stretch my body out as far as possible, feet rising to tiptoes as my restraints force my body into an uncomfortably taut X position. My bare chest rises and falls rapidly, even breathing seems difficult with how I'm bound, but there's nothing I can do other than accept it; being tied up naked has never felt better or more right than at that moment.

"It's too late to change your mind now," You say softly, stepping back to admire your handiwork, admiring the sight of my curves stretched obscenely before you. Moonlight glistens off every inch of my exposed skin, turning me into a beautiful sculpture carved from pure silver light. "You are mine for tonight."

I try to speak again, only to fail once more. My body shakes violently, unable to hide how afraid I am, yet how excited I am by what you're going to do to me. Yet for a long time, you do nothing, say nothing. Simply watching me squirm against the bonds keeps me helplessly still as waves of fear and anticipation mix together inside me until all that is left is raw need. Your eyes linger upon me hungrily, roaming over every inch of my pale flesh, lingering on my perky breasts, slender waist and tight rear, then lower down to where my thighs open slightly to reveal my smooth pussy lips gleaming with wetness in the moonlight.

Slowly, my heart settles into a steady beat, nerves calming as superficial fear and excitement fade away, a deep submission taking their place as I stare unblinking into your smoldering gaze, leaving no room for anything else. All I want is for you to take control of my pleasure. All that matters now is pleasing you; pleasure, your desires, your needs, and giving yourself completely to you...

I still feel it building inside me, heat rising like hot air from a fiery inferno towards the sky, searing through me with increasing intensity. Yet my mind is clear, accepting this sensation without resistance. I simply bask in an abyss of submission, reveling in this incredible feeling that surges through every nerve in my body.

You step closer, letting out an exhalation so soft that it sounds like gentle rain falling from leaves. Your lips close over mine gently, kissing tenderly at first, but quickly growing more insistent, deeper and harder, our tongues swirling against one another while we make love with our mouths. Your right hand slips between my parted legs to rest teasingly at my entrance before pushing insistently against my clit. The rough touch causes me to moan into your mouth as ecstasy rushes through me again, and again, trying to sag into my bondage to press myself against your hand as my body surrenders itself to its primal instincts.

Your third and index fingers gently part my smooth pink sex as your middle finger sinks softly within me, stroking just inside the opening of my folds until my mind is spinning as all sorts of feelings rush up from deep within my loins, fruitlessly attempting to ride your fingers with abandon, having completely abandoned any thought of decency or proprietary.

Your fingers move slowly at first, but soon pick up pace when I whimper and plead for more contact. As if reading my mind, you begin circling around my sensitive bud in a tight spiral, sending waves of delight coursing through every inch of my body. Your thumb finally joins the fray, finding its way to my hole as you push in hard, forcing a low whine from my lips. You withdraw immediately after, repeating the action several times before resuming your slow grinding movements, plunging deep inside me then pulling out completely only to plunge back in even further than before, bringing a whole new wave of pleasure crashing over my senses.

"Please Sir '' I beg. "Please make me yours''... I am stretched out as far as you can make me, my sex deliciously exposed for all to see, dripping onto the grass beneath me as your predatory gaze turns me into a helpless puppet. My legs are spread wide apart to make it easy for you to take me whenever and however you want; no amount of struggle would give me any leverage whatsoever. All that's left is surrender, begging for mercy...

I don't know how long we remain locked together like this, our bodies entwined while your hands roam freely across my flesh. You play with my breasts so aptly that it almost hurts, pinching them slightly while kissing my neck sensually, your fingertips circle around my nipples before teasing them with featherlight strokes, making me moan quietly, all the while drawing circles on my clit that send electric shocks through my entire body.

There is no violence or brutality here, there is no forceful thrusts or savage pounding. Just sweet caresses delivered with practiced skill and a wicked smile, each touch designed to arouse me just enough until I feel like I might burst. Ever so gently, you steadily build-up towards unimaginable bliss, yet always retreat just shy of it. There is nothing but tenderness, gradually becoming more unbearable until I can barely stand anymore, squirming against the bonds, pressing against your hand in order to find some relief.

A continuous battle of pushing closer to climax then pulling away again in order to bring about another wave of unbearable desire. It makes every second an endless series of fleeting pleasures that keep rising and falling without ever really reaching their peak.

Eventually though, your greedy hands withdraw, causing my insides to contract around the sudden emptiness while I release a loud groan of disappointment, slumping forward as I finally succumb to exhaustion.

My head bowed as I let it fall forward, hair cascading to my breasts, my mouth parted as a sigh escapes me. My chest heaving as I try to catch my breath, looking up at you with half-lidded eyes when you undo your belt, pants falling down your thighs to pool at your feet with a soft sound. I don't have much time to admire your beautiful naked body before you step behind me, positioning yourself between my spread legs once more. The tip of your cock finds its way to my pussy; tenderly stroking my opening, rubbing along my slick outer lips to coat it in wetness.

"Oh please," I moan softly as your shaft rubs against my entrance. "Please Sir, take me!"

You chuckle lightly at my pleas as if amused by my submissiveness, pressing the swollen head against my folds only for it to bounce right back out of reach. "You know the rules, little girl. I can't fuck you without Snowy present."

My eyes widen at this revelation as I recall what the deal was. "Please... I want you... don't leave me on edge..." Tears of frustration are forming in my eyes as you continue to slide your cock head against my labia over and over again, teasing and taunting me mercilessly. I get the urge to jump at you, push you down and impale myself on your straining erection, but there is nothing I can do, tied up helpless before you, only enduring as you bring me to pleasure's peak one, but no further. "Please, Sir," I beg, turning my face towards yours, opening wide as the drool falls to the forest floor. "I can't take anymore!"

You look down upon me with a smug grin while slowly sliding two fingers into my dripping sex from behind. Your hand squeezes around them firmly enough to make me yelp shamefully. My arms strained against their bonds, hands clawing at the grass beneath me like a caged animal desperate to break free, yet all that does is increase the sting of ropes biting painfully into my wrists, preventing any escape as I beg for another kind of release, which similarly eludes me completely thanks to your skillful control.

Your cock soon abandons my loins completely, leaving an unfilled void inside me as you dress back up. "I'm just showing you what you can't have, what you so desperately want, and what you love being denied." You whisper softly in my ear, pushing away every ounce of resistance in order to leave me quivering in defeat, eager and willing to accept anything you might offer next time we meet...

"You have a choice to make a pretty girl. I can untie you, take you in my arms and bring you home, making you feel like a princess, but you won't get to cum. Or" -- I close my eyes as I await your words eagerly -- "I can call a friend and walk away, leaving you for someone else to fuck, and use however he wants."

"Please Sir..." My voice sounds small and pitiful compared to your confident tone, my thought inundated by images of your dick makes its return, filling my dripping wet pussy at last, but I know that cannot happen... "Tell anyone, everyone, I don't care, please sir, give me a cock, something to fill me up, make me cum..." I beg, shaking uncontrollably. It's humiliating to beg like this, to admit how desperate and needy I am, to know I would let strangers stick their dicks inside me if it means getting the pleasure I crave. "I'll do anything! Anything!" I promise, not bothering to hide my tears anymore.

Without another word you turn around, taking your phone in hand as you walk away, leaving me behind bound and used, my body covered in sweat and tears, hair matted with sweat and tears, drool trailing between my swollen and aching tits, the epitome of depravity. I have never been so aroused or humiliated; never before had such strong desires nor found myself so thoroughly enslaved by lustful instincts. My knees buckle from exhaustion after all of those rounds of sex play and denial, unable to support me any longer, slumping forward in my bonds as I smile at your disappearing silhouette, an unspoken "thank you" on my lips.

I can't wait for next time... And to meet your friend.