The Elements Of Desire

"You remember, don't you, pet?" It was his voice, close to her ear. She felt his breath there, warm, and then his lips and teeth, on her earlobe. She tilted her head, letting out a sound partway between moan and whimper.

He spoke again. "Remember the first of these dates for me, pet. Go there again now, let it all come back to you..."

And like that, the memories brightened for her, taking shape, becoming her reality again...

***

He'd assured her she wouldn't get lost, and it was true: the trail was easy to follow, a bare dirt track, standing out clearly from the bed of pine needles blanketing the forest floor around it. It was late afternoon, and enough sunlight found its way through the canopy to imbue the forest with the sweet light of early evening.

This stretch of the trail was flat but boulder-strewn, igneous remnants of a long-ago eruption, maybe the same eruption that had formed the crater hills to the south of the forest. She was 5'7, and a few of the boulders were higher than that, like the one ahead on the left. Past it, she could see the trail made a dog-leg turn to wend deeper into the forest. As she passed the boulder, a bellbird sang in the tree to her right, its brief but melodic warble drawing her attention. She looked up, scanning the branches. She knew it was likely well-hidden, but it was fun to try to catch sight of it nonetheless.

"That's what I like about you, pet. Your curiosity."

He'd been behind the boulder, she realised, and now he was behind her. One hand gripping her dark, shoulder-length hair, his other hand on her back, guiding her away from the trail. The pine needles provided a springy surface for them to step on. He led her ten, twenty metres, past several pine trees. There was a thicker band of smaller trees and bushes ahead. She guessed they might be close to the river bank.

She saw that he was leading her towards an opening between two bushes. They were two steps away when he stopped her.

"Your curiosity can lead you into trouble, pet... I like that about you, too."

And that was when he'd pushed her down, his foot hooking her ankle, tugging her hair to bring her down to her knees, and then a push took her further off balance, falling forward onto the ground. And he was on her, pinning her down.

"You're mine, pet. Mine to claim, wherever I want. And you love that, don't you?"

She did. She admitted it as he pushed her dress up and tugged her panties off. She spread her legs, raising her ass in the air, her slit already moistening in response to his actions. Right there, on the forest floor, face inches from the dirt, she begged for him to take her.

He was taller than her, 6'2, and he leaned forward now, bent over her, biting her shoulder. As she cried out, she heard him murmur, felt his lips move on her skin. He was asking her to admit something, telling her she had to be a good girl and admit it if she wanted to feel him in her.

"Yes, ohh.. yes, Master, I'm a dirty girl... I'm such a horny, dirty girl for you..." She knew it to be true as she said it, but somehow speaking the words reinforced it, made her more aware of where she was. Lying on the dirt and pine needles of the forest floor, begging to be fucked.

"You want something hard inside you, pet?"

"Oohh, yes, please..." She could feel herself quivering in anticipation. And she would later swear she heard him smile, an instant before she felt something inside her. Something long and hard, but not the hard heat of her Master's cock... it was a cool hardness, a polished stone of some kind, one that he was gripping and using in her as though it were a dildo.

Ohh, she thought, and it had seemed like words were going to follow that thought, but she was too focused now on the sensations. The earthy, kinky, dirty feeling of being used like this. The realisation that she was getting close already.

"Mmm, pet... I know you're wanting me inside you... and you're being such a good fucktoy... so here's your reward..."

And that was when she'd cried out, loud enough to make birds in the nearby trees stir in alarm, because he'd gripped her hips, and pushed forward, and she'd opened for him, stretching to take him, and the stone was still in her and she was clenching so hard around it because of how sudden this sensation was, the sensation of her Master entering her ass.

How sudden... and how intense...

...and how good...

And her memory fragmented here, discrete snapshots as the intensity of her sensations began to overwhelm her. She remembered feeling like she was about to lose control. How she'd moaned almost incoherently, pleading for permission.

She remembered how his hand had moved onto the back of her neck, pinning her face-down on the ground. How he'd told her to smell the forest, to hear it around her, to know that she was part of it, part of this scene, part of nature...

And the desperation she'd felt when he'd told her to hold out until he came... desperation quickly suffused with relief because she felt him stiffen in her, felt him quiver, and then the instant she filled with his spurts, her climax erupted through her, shudder after shudder.

And afterwards, how she was trembling so hard... and he'd made her stand, his sperm leaking down her thigh, and he'd told her to walk with the stone still in her pussy, and not to let it slip out of her until they were back at his car by the edge of the forest...

Every step had been a challenge. It would have been simply from how hard she was still trembling. Having to clench tightly around the stone, though.. and the way it jiggled and rubbed inside her as she walked... and the sensation of his cum still dripping out of her freshly-fucked ass...

She'd managed to keep it in, though by the time they'd reached his car, she had orgasmed three more times, and was leaning on him for balance by the time they got there. He guided her to lean against the car, and slid the stone out, cupping his hand against her, using her own wetness to wipe the dirt and dust from her face.

And in the car, he gave her some tender touches and soft, reassuring murmurs, the aftercare he knew she would need, though even after his tendernesses, she still blushed all the way home.

***

"That's right, pet... good girl, remembering so vividly..."

She was almost startled, as her focus returned to the room she was in. She'd been so absorbed again in that scene... and as she shifted in her seat now, she could sense how wet she was from reexperiencing the memories.

"Though then again... the second date, that was even more intense for you, wasn't it, pet?"

Ohh. Oh, fuck. Yes... She could feel her nipples already firming, simply from the teasing tone in his voice alone, and then her inner mind brought back the memories, her body awash with them...

***

"This is such a romantic place for our date, Master. Did you know I love dancing fountains?" Her smile was radiant, as she leaned into him. In front of them, the spray sparkled in the night, lit by the coloured spotlights placed at the base of each dancing fountain, and around the larger fountain at the centre of the display.

"Tell me what you like about them, pet," he replied. He was wearing a shirt and trousers; the others who'd come to see the light show were mostly wearing jackets, but he didn't mind the coolness of the evening. Another thing we have in common, she smiled. It had surprised her at first, considering their different backgrounds, how often they found themselves seeing things similarly, but now she was accustomed to it, and found it comforting that the man she submitted to wasn't a complete mystery to her. Even if he still manages to surprise me on a regular basis...

"They seem so alive. I like how I can gaze at one and it continually changes. Always in motion, never exactly the same as before. Fluid uniqueness. And the sound of flowing water... it's enchanting. Don't you agree?"

"Oh, eloquently described, pet... and yes, I agree... as you'll find out. Follow me, pet..."

And as he'd spoken, he'd turned towards her, tilted his head, bitten her earlobe. She shivered again now, a warm shiver, recalling what had happened next...

He'd led her from the botanic gardens to the hotel next door. When they entered the elevator, he put his finger to her lips. "Silence from now, pet. Speak only with permission."

Yes, Master, her eyes had replied. I'll be a good girl for you...

She knew he liked to see her, so it was a surprise when he didn't turn on the lights as they entered the hotel room. The curtain was drawn, the material thick enough to leave no light at all in the room. Pitch black... she'd later found out he'd even unplugged the clock before coming to meet her, to take away even that scant amount of illumination.

Such attention to detail... and such attention to her, too. He'd made her stand, and he'd circled her, unwrapping her sari, the nivi draping slipping off her, whispering to the ground. Her underclothes had followed, until she was standing in only her panties. And then...

Nothing. She waited, anticipating, eager, craving his touch. At times she could sense him so close, hearing his footsteps as he circled her, and she instinctively clenched, and still he wasn't touching her...

.

..and then a wet kiss, on her neck, and running up to her ear. Tongue on her earlobe. And his voice, ohh, the fluid tones of his murmurs, the knowing dominance that made her melt for him, every time.

"You're so wet for me, pet. I haven't even touched you yet and your panties are already soaked, aren't they?"

She opened her mouth, then remembered his command and caught her reply before she could break the rule of silence. Still, she couldn't help but whimper softly. Admitting what he already knew, what his words had made her notice too. Shifting her hips, so conscious now of how damp her panties were.

He guided her backwards onto a bed. Drawing her panties down her legs, and shifting her hips forward to the edge of the bed. She parted her legs, knowing to expose herself to him, even in the dark, and she was rewarded with the sudden, utterly perfect sensation of his tongue, lapping along her slit. Tasting her juices, and teasing her clit with his tongue tip, rhythmic, flickering. She moaned aloud, and then had to bite her lip, because he was biting her clit, and growling, "Silence, pet..." and only when he heard how hard she was struggling to hold back from crying out did he murmur in satisfaction and part his mouth, though now his licks felt all the more vivid from how her clit was throbbing from his bite.

And as she'd felt her arousal build, he'd sensed it too, responding by sliding two fingers into her, telling her to clench, to keep clenching, and then - ohhh, to keep clenching but not orgasm? Ohh please... It took all her willpower to stay silent, even as her hips began to squirm more vigorously, her movements only serving to stimulate her further, to make it all the harder to hold out.

She'd had a realisation, then, right in the midst of her desperation. He knows... he knows exactly how intense this is for me. She could hear it in the quality of his silence, the attentiveness of his licks, the knowing way he curled his fingers in her. He knows I'm so on edge... and, realising that, she'd been led to the corollary. He wants me this on edge. And... and I want it too. Because I want to please him. Because I trust him. Because I'm his.

She was his again now, remembering, remembering how she'd become so lost in that space he drew her into, where her desire threatened to overwhelm her obedience at any moment. She'd had to focus on surfing that wave, not letting it crest over her. She'd been trembling all over, head to toe... shaking, so ready... so close...

His fingers slipped out of her, and she groaned. And his tongue left her, and she whimpered. Her hips pushed forwards, wantonly offering herself to him.

His belt slapped her pussy. Once. Twice. Hard. Harder. And he was telling her, then, telling her to cum for him, to cum as he spanked her pussy. Leather on skin. Slapping. Again. The end of the belt on her clit, the flat on her entrance. And it was. Ohh. It was so so too too ohhh... and her orgasm came, and she felt it surge through her, and she felt it gush and she realised, as the pleasure overran her, she realised the gushing was real, a fountain of juices squirting up from just below her clit, from where each blow of the belt made her skin ache so sweetly.

The bed was so wet, beneath her, and her thighs were coated too, and she felt blood in her mouth from how hard she'd bit her lip to keep quiet. She had no idea how she'd managed to. Sheer obedience.

Her Master wasn't spanking her any more, but he was lying beside her, and his mouth was on her throat, and she heard him say a single word, "Enchanting."

As he spoke, his hand moved between her legs, and his palm was brushing the tidy swirl of dark hair on her mound, and his fingertips, ohh, they were on her clit and he was spanking her and and and ohhh fuck it's happening again and this time she did cry out, as she flowed again, squirting uncontrollably for her Master, her breath heaving, shudder after shudder as she gave herself to the orgasm.

After the second orgasm, he relaxed his touches, and she lay loose and limp. She even felt as though she'd drifted asleep for a moment. Coming to to feel herself tugged - he'd collared her, he was tugging on the leash. Oh, please, can't I just lie here?

"I'm not done with you yet, pet. You're coming to the bathroom. Crawl if you need to."

In the bathroom, he made her kneel in the shower, door open. Telling her to finger herself to the edge again. "No touching your clit, pet. I want to watch your fingers going deep." He'd turned the water on, then, and she'd gazed out at him, the water wetting her hair so it clung to her neck, rivulets running down over and between her curvy breasts, and flowing around her hand as she obediently thrust her fingers in and out of her hot, slippery-wet entrance.

The sight of her Master unzipping his trousers, drawing his cock out, had the effect it always did, especially seeing how hard he already was. Watching him stroke was enough to bring her close again, and again he knew it. Shaking his head, "Not yet, pet. Add a third finger... for me..."

Three fingers? She gasped. I haven't taken that many before... And yet she couldn't help but obey, pushing inside her, hearing him tell her what a good girl she was. Hearing him tell her her body was his to toy with. Hearing him tell her to clench, and clench, and keep clenching... and she could see he was throbbing hard now, and she was ready, ready for him to take them both over, but he reached up, and detached the shower head, and put the neck in her free hand. "You're going to spray the water on your pussy, pet, and you're going to cum for me, and you're going to keep cumming for as long as you keep spraying yourself. Keep your fingers inside you the whole time, clench around them hard."

Consciously, the next day, she couldn't remember much of that next moment. But remembering like this... drawn back into the scene... she felt it all again. Her body remembering how intense it was to feel the spray right against her clit... her entrance remembering the ache of being wrapped tightly around her fingers.. her thighs remembering how hard it was to kneel throughout her long orgasm... and her breasts, remembering the spurt of her Master's cum, the heat of that milky liquid splashing onto her body.

And her tastebuds remembering how, afterwards, he'd made her suck her fingers clean so that she would taste her essence; her juices tangy and sweet, her breath still ragged and panting.

***

"I was gentle with you afterwards, though, wasn't I, pet?"

"Yes, Master," she admitted. He'd towelled her dry, he'd rubbed lotion on her, massaging her so sensually that she'd drifted asleep to his touches.

"I love taking care of you, pet. I'm so proud to have such an obedient, willing woman at my service."

"I trust you, Master," she replied, simply. What more was there to say? Her trust in him was what gave him the power he had over her.

"Oh, pet, yes, you do - yes, I know how true that is. As you demonstrated so well on the third date..." His hand was on her forehead, and as it brushed down, her eyelids relaxed automatically, closing as she went where her inner mind knew he wanted her to go, sinking deeply into the scene she could recall oh so vividly...

***

"Where are we going, Master? Come on, you can tell me..."

He could be infuriating at times like this, knowing her curiosity would keep her on tenterhooks until it was satisfied. Still, she couldn't resist asking. Sitting next to her in the taxi, he seemed... poised. To her, it looked like he was brimming with anticipation.

He must really have something special planned...

An impish thought struck her, playfully appealing to her mischievous streak. She leaned towards her Master, nipping his right ear to distract him from her hand, slipping under his shirt. "Tell me or I'll tickle you!"

He raised his eyebrows, smiling. "You're just going to keep asking until I tell you, aren't you? Well, then... close your eyes and count to five."

"One, two, three, fff-mmmph!"

She glared at the smirk on his face as he reached behind her head, tightening the buckle that secured the ball gag in place. "Thuhh nuhh fuhh!" Blushing as she caught sight of the taxi driver's expression of amusement in the rear view mirror, she angled her foot sideways and kicked her Master's ankle. "Mmmffee!"

"Hush, pet... we're nearly there."

They were on a residential street now, with houses on the left and a river on the right. A short while later, they turned up a long driveway, parking in front of a large house. Once the taxi had driven away, her Master removed her gag, enjoying her confusion as she realised where they were.

"We're at your house, Master! You tricked me - I thought we were going somewhere exciting!"

He shook his head. "Pet, what have I warned you about making assumptions?" He pulled a blindfold from his pocket. "Put this on now, pet, before I take you inside."

"Why? Let me guess, you haven't tidied your bedroom?" She smirked, and he smiled back.

"No, pet. I want you blindfolded so you won't see who the others are."

"Ohh! Othe-" Her response was cut short by his hand on her back, pushing her forwards, into his open plan lounge. She could feel they weren't alone; whether by some subtle sounds, or simply intuition, she knew she was surrounded. A frisson of fear ran along her spine.

Her Master spoke to the unseen audience. "Good evening everyone. As you can see, my pet's trembling. This is going to be a new experience for her. She's trembling hard... and yet, at the same time, she's getting aroused by her helplessness. That's true, pet, isn't it?"

"I -" her reply caught in her throat. Damn, how does he know me this well? She nodded.

"Tell them, pet."

Ohhhh... Her cheeks warmed, and she bit her lower lip for a moment, then spoke.

"I... I'm aroused to be standing here blindfolded like this."

She felt his lips on her ear, nuzzling, murmuring. "Tell them, pet. One naughty admission after another. Don't stop talking until I've stripped you naked." He nibbled her ear, added, "Let them see how pretty you look when you blush."

She couldn't recall everything she said, word for word, but she remembered the sensation of it. She'd had to will her mouth to open, at first, and then the words had tumbled out, spilling her secrets bare. I belong to Master... I love when he uses me for his pleasure... I need to obey him... I get wet when he collars me... I let him share me with others because I'm his... Words that gained extra charge from the fact that she could feel him undressing her as she spoke. Her nipples had hardened even before he'd exposed them, and they throbbed when she admitted her love of pain play. I love when he makes me cry out, even if I beg for relief... My Master makes me cum so easily... by spanking me... by tugging my nipples... by-