When Master told me to get into his car naked, it was nothing new; he'd often take me for a drive in the busy streets naked, giving me no option but to embrace the startled—sometimes lustful sometimes disgusted—glares of drivers and pedestrians.
In the beginning, I often wondered why I stayed with Master; what compelled me to agree on doing all the things he asked for, why I endured the humiliation he loved putting me through... it was a nice little fantasy, at first; it's how almost everything begins, after all. I was merely acting out something I've fantasized about since I was a little girl and hence it was perfectly alright, when I first met Master and he began his work on me.
Little did I know, he wanted a long-term project; someone to turn into "a mindless fuckdoll", obeying all his commands, no matter how degrading. Of course, he is overly protective—more than once has he beaten people overstepping boundaries with me to a bloody pulp.
An ex-fighter, battling wars inside cages in dirty underground dens all over the world, he's more than capable of protecting me; yet, his ultimate failure to make it to the big leagues turned him vicious and somber, taking his frustrations out on me fairly often.
As for me, I've simply discovered an exhilaration in having given up control, in serving Master sexually and otherwise; I've stopped worrying about the crumbling economy, the deteriorating state of the union and of the world, I don't spend hours reading newspapers and journals trying to develop a well-rounded perspective. I simply am in Master's life, doing as he bids; it has made things easier and it's now rare that I reminisce on my former life as an active college student studying, partying, flirting.
"Nice tits, baby! Perfect for a good tit-fucking!" A driver slowed down and yelled at me, effectively bringing me out of my contemplative mood.
"Thank you," I lowered the window and replied, pressing my breasts together for him; he whistled approvingly, then drove off.
"Good job, pet," Master nodded satisfactorily and gave me a small pat on the thigh.
I wanted to ask where we were going, but, that'd mean I'd break the sacred rule of never posing inquiring questions and, consequently, harsh punishment would ensue; besides, I did not want to anger him. After a year of being together, he has broken me into knowing my place, and doing anything defiant would deeply disappoint him—hence, I remained silent in the car, inwardly enjoying the derogatory compliments coming my way.
It was a long drive to our destination; I marveled over the mountainous scenery we were driving through, the curvy road ascending, then descending; we crossed the mountain, I could now see the sea expanding beyond the horizon, a magnificent scenery of natural beauty.
Sex in nature? was my first thought at the time. It had been, after all, a long time since Master and I had fucked in nature. He turned left in a small, dirt road and the drive continued for ten-fifteen more minutes. Finally, he parked in a small tree-surrounded area.
He got out of the car; I stayed inside, waiting for his orders. He opened the door and with a nod commanded me to step out of the car; I did. Immediately, a leash was placed around my neck, tight, and he pulled it, almost bringing me down to my knees.
I looked curiously at the duffel bag he was carrying over his shoulder; once more, I almost asked him about it. He pulled the leash, forcing me to follow him through the woods; the soft grass under my bare feet, I struggled to keep up with his pace. Struggling to remain standing.
He stopped abruptly, in front of two trees near the pathway guiding hikers and couples through the dense mountain woods.
"That's a good spot; what do you think, pet?" He told me.
I simply nodded, looking about and wondering how many people were around at this time of the day—early afternoon on a sunny, warm Sunday—and, most importantly, what Master had in mind.
He pushed me between the trees; I remained there, trembling faintly. He opened the duffel bag and with slight horror in my eyes I saw the ropes and chains he took out, carefully placing them down on the grass.
I did not resist; did not dare to and, besides, I deeply enjoyed his rough moves, as he forced me to bend over and spread my arms, tying me up on the two trees; then, I felt cold metal around my ankles and the cuffs were locked.
"Just wide enough," he said and slapped my ass a number of times, each slap harder. "Just a couple final brushes of brilliance," he chuckled and the world went dark, as he wrapped a black scarf around my eyes, tying a hard knot behind my head.
Instinctively, I tried to move; I was too tightly tied in an uncomfortable position.
"Here," I heard his soothing, yet harsh, voice, as he stretched my mouth and the coldness of the mouth ring overwhelmed me; he buckled it behind my neck and with a soft laughter slapped me across the face.
"Fucking perfect," he said, and I knew he was observing me, pondering on whether adjustments were required.
I felt bizarrely excited in this uncompromising position; granted, he had tied me up before, sometimes even more uncomfortably and tight than this, but, it was always in his house; never in public, never in a place we both knew could get crowded.
My heart sank, when I heard the fallen leaves and grass rustle under his fading footsteps; it was the first time I was overwhelmed with such an exhilarating fear, I did not even know what I was feeling... seemingly alone in the woods, naked and tied up... what's gonna happen? I wondered silently, yet eager to find out.
There was a long period of waiting in perfect silence and darkness, and even now—one week removed from the incident—I can clearly recall all the conflicting emotions that had swarmed my heart at the time, the fear and exhilaration, the wild anticipation, the mad lust; every little sound that reached my ears made me writhe and shake, my legs were growing numb, a slight pain arose in my back, yet, the adrenaline rush overcame all these uncomfortable sensations, flooding me with a deep hunger to... to what?
