Submission in Seattle

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

By summertime, Monica's negotiations with the software company had resulted in an excellent contract. In addition to a substantial salary and lots of creative autonomy, she would have some control of her hours and be able to do part of her work at home. She gave her old employer a month's notice, since the new job wouldn't be ready until then and she announced that she would take her accumulated two weeks of vacation immediately. Her loathsome boss was in no position to protest, since she was the only one who could train her replacement.

Cole and Monica agreed that when she left her job downtown, she would move in with him to further test their compatibility. If they could live together happily for six months or so, they believed that marriage should be the next step.

They decided to use part of her vacation for hiking. Cole cancelled some of his appointments and rearranged others to make time. It was a three hour drive along curvy mountain roads to the small resort town of Leavenworth. They decided to take her car, since the weather was perfect for riding with the top down. Monica drove the little sports car like a professional, drifting it around curves and passing slower traffic at just the right moment. She refused to tell Cole where she learned to drive that way.

They arrived shortly after noon and looked around the unusual town before checking in at the luxurious bed and breakfast. Most of the buildings in Leavenworth had been modified and decorated to make the town look like a traditional Bavarian village. Even the supermarket and the fast food outlets joined in the Bavarian theme. Playing tourist, they wandered through dozens of small shops offering imported German products and local crafts.

Each day they would see how hard they could push themselves on the steep hiking trails that led to waterfalls or alpine lakes. Being younger, Monica could hike faster, but Cole, with decades of hiking experience, could go just as far when allowed to set his own pace. The weather was spectacular and the usual insects seemed to have gone elsewhere, so they enjoyed themselves immensely.

Each evening, they would make the short drive back into town and eat at one of the excellent German or Austrian restaurants. Neither of them had ever eaten so much wiener schnitzel and strudel. One night they tried a restaurant that was styled in the Bavarian beer hall tradition and sampled the sauerbraten with sauerkraut and excellent German beer. Fortunately, their daily exertions in the surrounding mountains made up for the delicious, but heavy meals.

On the last hiking day, Cole told her that they would play. "I've selected a trail that should be nearly deserted, so we'll be able to enjoy ourselves," he said as they left the bed and breakfast.

Arriving at the trailhead after a 15 minute drive, they noticed only one other car in the small parking area. Cole began to give her orders. "Leave your bra in the car, subby girl."

With Cole carrying a daypack, they walked up the pleasant trail, enjoying the ideal hiking conditions. "I want you to stay a few steps behind me. Listen carefully and obey all my commands."

After a few minutes he said, "I want to see your breasts now. Raise your T-shirt and keep it up as we hike. If you let it fall, you'll be punished."

The idea of exposing herself in public to fulfill the orders of her master was extremely hot. As they hiked, she fell deeper into the familiar submissive headspace. "I'm the beautiful slavegirl, following my master on the trail to some distant land," she thought to herself. An elaborate fantasy took shape in her mind as they hiked. In her fantasy, her body was perfect, something that she normally couldn't perceive.

Cole loved to watch her full breasts bounce as she hiked. Their firmness and perfect rounded shapes were still fascinating to him. He had to be careful not to trip when he looked back at her. Playing like this made him feel extremely dominant and since his playmate was his beloved Monica, he was getting very horny too.

"You still have the finest pair of tits I've ever seen, Little One."

"Thank you, Master. Perhaps you'd like to use them later?"

"Yes, I can think of several good uses right now. I just hope I can hold out till we reach the meadow."

Of course, the T-shirt fell down on several occasions. He decided that the punishment must fit the crime, so he picked a thick handful of foot long grass that grew in huge clumps by the trail. Forcing her to thrust her tits forward, he flogged them vigorously with the stinging strands of grass. This was great fun for him, but Monica complained that her breasts were now itching.

"I bet they are, you disobedient slut. Just make sure you keep that shirt up," he ordered. As they continued the hike, she held her shirt up with great diligence.

Just before they reached the scenic meadow at the end of the trail, another hiker appeared coming toward them. Cole told her to hold her shirt up until the last second. She finally covered herself, but they were sure that the man had gotten a good look.

Laying out a blanket in the sunny meadow, they ate a delicious lunch prepared by a bakery in town. Then they lay on the blanket for a while, soaking up the sun and listening to the sensuous sounds of the surrounding forest.

Before they started back, he told her, "I'm going to flog you again. Partly because I enjoy it and partly because it would be a shame to waste such a secluded setting." Since the meadow was deserted, he simply ordered her to remove her clothes and lie face up on the blanket with her arms and legs spread.

With a fresh whip made from a bundle of long bunch grass, he proceeded to flog the front of her body from her breasts to her thighs. Of course he gave special attention to her tits and cunt. The harsh strands of grass left little red lines on her beautiful skin. She gave herself up to his ministrations as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He stopped when the urge to penetrate her became too strong. They coupled there in the meadow under a perfectly blue sky with the wind whistling softly through the trees. The rugged face of Mt. Stuart looked down on them serenely as if to give its approval of the act.

After Monica's orgasm, he moved up to straddle her chest and produced a pocket size tube of slippery lubricant. He placed a small amount in the valley between her perfect globes and laid his still painfully hard cock in between. Grabbing her wrists, he roughly moved her arms so that her elbows were touching in front of her face and her hands were folded back near the top of her head. Then he proceeded to slowly fuck her beautiful tits.

Her breasts were still pink and very sensitive from the flogging with the irritating strands of grass. Using his strong hands on the outer surfaces, he pressed them together to form a tight tunnel for his overheated phallus. He stroked himself in this manner for some time. With his hands, he could feel his hardness moving through the delightfully soft flesh and found the sensation quite erotic. It would have been easy to come, but his dominant state of mind allowed him to control his own orgasm quite effectively.

Monica could feel every tiny ridge of his aroused organ as it slid along the irritated skin of her hypersensitive breasts. This only increased her arousal and she held her elbows tightly together to give her master the best possible use of her body. "Use me Master!" she cried out.

When Cole was about ready to come, he shifted his grip on her abused tits and grabbed each of her nipples with great force between thumb and forefinger. Pulling them brutally together increased the friction on his shaft to the point that his orgasm was triggered by the next few desperate strokes. The extreme stimulation and emotional connection to her climaxing partner caused Monica to come in great spasms that threatened to buck Cole off into the grassy meadow.

They hiked most of the way back to the car in a dazed state before they had recovered mentally and physically from their erotic exertions. That night, they were too exhausted to do anything but sleep in close, loving contact with each other under the big down comforter that protected them from the cool mountain air.