Through the Woods

This is my first submission - I have decided I wanted to share in a fit of bravery, because I've never shared my stories (in this genre) before. If it's reasonably well received, I'll continue with the next chapter. Oh yes, I'm supposed to add this: Submitted with Master's kind permission :)

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Over the Stream and Through the Woods

I told him once, years ago, that I had this fantasy of being fucked on the hood of a car. I was a little embarrassed telling him at all as I sometimes am, even though I know I can share anything with him. I find that sometimes my own fantasies make me blush and I remember, at the time, I laughed it off. I'd always thought he'd forgotten about it, because it was years ago. I should have known better.

It was a lazy Sunday morning with a late brunch. I've always enjoyed cooking for an appreciative audience and he was always grateful for my skill in a kitchen, so it pleased me to serve a good meal. I love to cook and I love making him happy, a win all around for me and a pleasant morning for both of us. I'd tell you more about brunch, but I'm not George RR Martin and this isn't about food. Moving on. We didn't have any plans for the day, just hanging around our house. I had just suggested watching a movie or something, when he surprised me.

"No, angel, we're going for a drive today."

I love it when he calls me angel. He has a way of making me feel special with just a word. Alright, honestly? With six words he can turn me into a gooey emotional mess inside and make me completely melt. He has always had that effect on me from the day we met so many years ago.

"Where to?" I asked, walking over to grab a light jacket. He caught my wrist, stopping me.

"No, not dressed like that."

I was immediately attentive. That tone of voice I knew so well...

"What do you want me to wear, m'Lord?" I asked softly, sensing the shift in the conversation and loving it. My day just got a lot more interesting.

He smiled, "Dress appropriately, with something loose over it. You have 10 minutes."

I started to ask another question, considered the time limit and thought better of it, rushing to the bedroom to comply with utter delight. Appropriately meant something that left anything he might desire to play with exposed and accessible. A cut out halter top and slave harness, perhaps? He never insisted on high heels, so boots seem prudent. It took a few moments to fasten the harness on correctly, the chain that runs from my navel to my lower back positioned just tight enough to tease but not impede, the leather strap over it to provide a removable cover, all the hooks and ties in place. The halter tight around my ribs, nipples poking through the inch wide rings in the front, the ties in the back looped down to keep the harness chain taught. Even the act of putting it on brings a flush to my face and instantly changes my mood and demeanor.

I couldn't help but contemplate how I had gotten to a place where I would willingly rush off to put on such a thing on someone else's whim. This outfit, it's so exposing and turns me into a toy to be used, but even knowing that, I love how sexy and vulnerable it makes me feel. And I know it pleases him that I made something so wicked to wear just for him, which makes me feel even more wanton and desirable. There was a time I would have felt ashamed at such things, but now what I feel is a thrilled kind of pride that I am so valued, cherished and desired. And so very loved. I shook my head in sorrow thinking of those who protest that such things objectify women - I share a deep and abiding sense of love and trust with a man who thinks the sun rises and sets on me and I have the most unshakable self-confidence I know. If I'm being objectified, then good for me. Oh gods, I realized I had gotten distracted again ... how long did I take?

I pulled myself back to reality, remembering the loose over top, to cover up for public ... I looked around and snagged a knee length peasant skirt that worked well with boots and a zip up hoodie style jacket to put over top, rushing back out.

He was leaning against the table, looking at a watch with a slight frown.

"Two minutes over, angel. You broke a rule." Only two minutes? Not as bad as I thought, but still...

My smile faltered. "I couldn't find ... I'm sorry Master," I stammered.

"That means punishment," he told me softly.

I nodded, trying my best to look miserable through my utter delight, knowing what was coming next. "Are we still going for a drive?" I asked.

He looked at me, one eyebrow raised, and I felt my face go hot.

"I ... are we still going for a drive, Master?" I corrected myself, swearing internally at my slip up.

"Better, but ..." he shook his head. "Yes we are still going for a drive, but I'm going to have to do something about your behavior today."

"Yes Master," I answered with a proper tone of contrition, simultaneously annoyed with myself for such a careless error and secretly thrilled to find out what my punishment would be.

"Go put cuffs on. No touching for you. And bring the bag along."

I kept my eyes down as he walked past me to go to the car, to be pleasantly surprised when he paused next to me, put a hand under my chin and raised my eyes to his.

"Don't be long, angel, ok? I love you." His lips brushed mine, lightly, then more passionately; a quick but thorough kiss that turned my knees to jelly and set butterflies off in my stomach. As I always said, he always has that effect on me. With a smile, he caressed my cheek and headed for the car.

Happily I ran into the other room, fastened leather cuffs around my wrists, picked up the bag of toys, and hurried out to the car with delighted anticipation carefully buried under the proper outward demeanor of dutiful slave.

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He was waiting patiently by my door, holding it open for me.

"Put the bag on the floor, then turn around, hands behind your back", he instructed gently. I complied, and felt his hands on my arms, heard the click of metal as my wrists were clipped together.

"Ok, angel, get in the car." As soon as that clip clicked shut, I felt a rush of heat and desire. Nothing thrilled me more than being helpless and in his hands.

I climbed in awkwardly, his hands helping me settle before pulling my seat belt across me and buckling me in.

"Thank you Master," I said quietly and he smiled his approval. He pulled the zipper of the hoodie halfway down, sliding his hand under the fabric and lightly kneading my breast while running his thumb over one already hardened nipple. My head fell back as I moaned softly.

"Shh, no moaning," he told me, fingers pinching and pulling on the sensitive flesh. I bit my lip, feeling the flush of heat in my face and the wetness spreading between my legs.

"Are you getting all wet for me, babe?" he asked with a grin, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear me say it.

"Y...yes Master," I managed, trying not to gasp out the words. "I'm so wet for you."

"Good".

He reached down and pulled the bottom of the skirt up so it rested in my lap, leaving my knees bare. With careful movements, he trailed his fingers up the inside of my knee and thigh, rubbing and massaging each inch of flesh in a torturously slow climb up my leg. I bit back a groan and shifted in my seat, the chain of the harness rubbing lightly across my pussy and sending a wave of heat through my body. His kneading fingers trailed upwards, gently pushing my legs apart to rub lightly over the leather band covering the chain between my legs. He pushed down on it lightly, rubbing in a small circle, watching my face as I bit my lip harder and arched my back.

"Very good," he murmured, rubbing a bit harder to slide the chain against my most sensitive flesh. I couldn't quite stop the soft gasp that escaped my lips, but he only chuckled slightly. There was a glint of mischief in his eyes as he slid one finger under the leather band and ran it up and down the slick chain.

"Mmm, you're very wet love," he smiled, adding a slightly chastising reminder. "No cumming without my permission."

"Yes Master," I gasped, still unable to help almost involuntarily pushing my hips forward, silently begging for more of his touch. He understood perfectly and denied my plea, the first edge of my punishment for my disobedience becoming clear. I understood instantly that I was going to have to beg for anything for myself and he was going to make me want to. He was grinning as he pulled his hand away slowly, running his fingers back down the inside of my thigh before patting my knee, amused at my stifled whimper of frustration and I could see in that smile that he knew I had understood the message clearly. He reached over and tousled my hair with a pleased smile, "Good girl."

He pulled my skirt back down over my knees and pulled the zipper most of the way back up on the hoodie before straightening up. Another grin, and he ran his finger, still wet with my juices, over my lips. Eagerly I licked it clean, sucking and licking on it as he pushed it into my mouth for a moment.

"That's better," he said approvingly, though hearing the slightly husky tone in his voice made my eyes shine. I loved that I could turn him on like that.

He smiled, leaned down and kissed my cheek, then carefully closed the car door before walking around to get in on his side. He glanced at me, still smiling at the flush on my face and I returned the smile happily. "So beautiful," he said watching me a moment, and I melted inside a little more.

"God, I love you so much", he said softly and there it was, six words that turned me into emotional goo. Those beautiful dark eyes, the loving adoration in his voice, the absolute sincerity in his smile ... the butterflies in my stomach decided to mamba as I stared lovingly into those gorgeous eyes, wishing for the hundredth time that we could just stare into each others eyes for eternity. I felt the slight swell of tears in my eyes, just so overjoyed at how much I loved this man and saw the reflection in his face. A long moment passed without words, because we needed none. We rarely do. Finally he tore his eyes away and fastened his seat belt while I settled back happily, and off we went for our drive.

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To this day I couldn't tell you where we went, as in don't ask me to point it out on a map or give you street or town names. I have no idea. I spent most of the drive in a warm, pleasant haze, distracted by my own desire, the cuffs on my wrists, the chain between my legs, the music on the radio and most of all, his occasional caresses and light touches whenever he felt I was not distracted enough on my own.

What I can tell you is there were a lot of trees, it seemed utterly isolated with no passing cars or houses in sight, and it was a fairly obscure clearing down a long dirt road somewhere heavily wooded. Isolated enough that the little voice in the back of my mind that always thinks of the most bizarre and inappropriate things started wondering when we'd hear the theme to deliverance and someone saying, 'You got a puurty mouth...', or a chorus of Ch Ch Ch Ah Ah Ah or some other horror movie trope. The more sensible part of my brain told me that he'd never put me in deliberate danger so he probably knew exactly where we were, ok did know since he drove here, and obviously knew exactly how safe it was because he'd never risk my getting hurt. Still, sometimes I do wonder where the hell my mind conjures these thoughts up from. I have to note, these things are buried in my hind brain, they skitter through my mind like unruly children and have little to no distraction on my actual thoughts or activities, I just recall them later and think to myself, girl, you are truly odd.

He pulled the car off the packed dirt road and into the clearing, and I was more than a little relieved that we were no longer driving painfully slowly over a very bumpy surface that made me slide and bounce around on the seat a little. I was slightly dazed by the time the car stopped, nearly entirely focused on not cumming on my seat and incurring even more punishment. He watched my heavy breathing for a moment, clearly amused. "You doing ok, angel?"

I nodded, not trusting my voice and he frowned. "Are you sure you're ok? Use your words."

He always speaks carefully and clearly to me when he knows the elevator no longer reaches the top floor and the only voice I'm going to hear is his.

"Yes Master ... am ... alright." I half moaned and he grinned, comprehending my problem. He unfastened his own seat belt and turned to me. Reaching over he pulled the zipper of the hoodie down to my waist and deftly gripped one hard nipple between finger and thumb, pulling and twisting it lightly.

"You do not have my permission to cum," he said clearly, continuing to tease. He switched his attention to the other nipple as he unfastened my seat belt. I stifled a groan, sliding lower in the seat to take a bit of the pressure off. He leaned down and flicked his tongue over one tortured nipple, making me gasp, before grinning again and getting out of the car. My brain swam in a red haze of want and need, focused on not letting it overflow. I barely heard him open my car door until I felt hands on me helping me out and, more to the point, leaning me against the car so my knees didn't buckle.

After making sure I was standing on my own, he reached into the car and retrieved the bag, placing it on the hood. He then returned his attention to me. With a firm grasp on my arms, he led me carefully around to stand in front of the car, facing it.

"Lean on the car, angel. Stay put." I leaned down, his hand helping me get comfortable until I was half laying on the warm hood.

"Good girl, stay there." It was a bit of a relief to relax in this position, so I stayed there gratefully. He pulled a blindfold out of the back and carefully fastened it over my eyes. I relaxed, closing my eyes to wait. His hands ran down my back, firmly caressing my ass before he moved away. I could hear him busy himself with chains and the chink of metal, moving from one side of the car to the other, but my lust-hazed brain had not yet managed to solve y=2+2 for y.

After a few moments, I felt him come up behind me, pressing against me and leaning over me so I could feel his hard cock against my ass, and I moaned involuntarily. He chuckled but didn't correct me as he un-clipped my wrists from each other and stood me up for a moment. Reaching around my waist, he unhooked the last inch of zipper, then carefully removed the hoodie. The cool air on my nipples made them even harder, poking even more through the halter.

He ran his hands over my arms and shoulders, then down my chest, kneading and squeezing and finally grasping and pinching my nipples while keeping me pressed against the car. I moaned again and ground my hips against his hard cock, desperate for release. He teased and tortured my nipples for a few moments, then stopped, stepping back to put his hand in the middle of my back.

"Lay back down," he instructed, "and spread your arms wide."

I groaned but did as I was told, laying face first on the hood, arms out to the sides. I felt him clip something to first one wrist, then the other, then my arms were pulled taught and slightly forward, held flat on the hood of the car so I couldn't stand up if I wanted to. This pulled my torso down more firmly on the hood of the car and my painfully hard nipples brushed across the metal of the hood, making me moan.

After a moment he was behind me again, but not close this time, his hands on my waistband pulling the skirt down to my ankles. He lifted one foot, then the other, removing it entirely, as the cool air caressed my exposed thighs and ass. I felt him clip something to each ankle, then there was a sideways tug on first one leg than the other, making me spread my legs wide apart, held there firmly by what sounded like chains. I was now spread-eagled on the hood of the car, chained firmly in place and unable to do more than wiggle and my brain finally solved for 'y'.

"Ohhhh," I moaned, finally comprehending his intention, and I heard him chuckle. I'm pretty smart, but he's always amused when he turns me on so much my brain shuts down.

He came up behind me again, hands rubbing and caressing my ass, making me moan and squirm against his touch. He reached down and unhooked the leather strap and the chain, letting them dangle out of the way against the car before resuming his caresses. I felt the wetness begin to drip down the inside of my leg.

I felt his fingers parting me, pushing the soft lips apart to expose me to the chill air. I gasped slightly as he pinched lightly at the sensitive, swollen nub of flesh, trying desperately to grind myself against his hand. I groaned as he released me and slid his hand back to push two fingers into me, gliding them in and out, twisting slowly. I writhed against the slow fucking as he pushed in deeply, grinding his palm against my sex. The pressure of my release was building to a desperate fire as he continued the slow, torturous movements. I started to shake with the tension and felt his other hand caressing my ass, rubbing his thumb over the tight puckered bud there. He slid his hand lower to soak his thumb in my juices, then resumed running it over my nether entry, circling the rim until it was slick and the muscles were relaxing.

His hand moved away for a moment, then I felt a stiff pressure on my asshole followed by the searing sensation of something pushing inside, stretching me. I gasped and groaned as the pressure built, feeling it push deeper.

"Just relax," he told me. "Its ok, almost there. Bear down a bit."

Slowly he withdrew his fingers from inside me, rubbing lazy circles up and down my wet slit as his other hand continued to press something hard and impossibly wide into my ass. Tears ran down my face as I gasped, bearing down to push against the pressure on my ass, then suddenly it slid home with a jolt like electricity through my sex. The wide head of the toy was buried in my ass, and I could feel the narrow base of it snuggled against me, filling me with an almost uncomfortable pressure. I whimpered softly, wiggling slightly but unable to push it out.

"Good girl," he said approvingly, moving both hands to caress and knead my ass as I groaned in frustration, craving release.

The caress stopped suddenly and I felt a stinging slap across one ass cheek. I jumped slightly, as much as that position would let me, with a slight yelp. The hard toy in my ass seemed to resonate with the blow and I moaned loudly.

"Oh, that won't do," he sounded amused, and stepped to the side to rummage through the bag again. I felt his hands on my head, moving my hair, and a gag was pushed into my mouth and tied carefully around my head. I moaned again into the gag and he laughed.

Moving back behind me, I heard him say, "You were very disobedient this morning, weren't you?"

I nodded, 'Mmm-hmming' into the gag.

"So no touching yourself isn't enough of a punishment, don't you agree?"

I made more noises indicating my agreement and he replied, "Good."

He took a step back and there was another stinging slap on my other buttock. I moaned into the gag again, feeling the wetness dripping down my thigh as he ran his hands across my ass, kneading lightly. I felt the light drag of his nails down the sensitive flesh on the backs of my legs before he stepped back. Instinctively I caught my breath as there was a pause and a rustling sound. Even expecting it I nearly jumped as his hands were replaced with the thud and sting of a flogger lacing a blow across my ass. I groaned loudly, fingers scrabbling to grasp the chains attached to my cuffs and hold on.

Whoosh, thud. Whoosh, thud. Whoosh, thud. Whoosh, thud. The flogging seemed to go on forever, the blows falling on one side than the other in a steady rhythm. I held onto the chains as the impact drove me to that detached, floating place deep in my mind and moaned continually into the gag. My world focused down to the heat in my groin, the burning pain in my ass and my effort to not cum as my nipples rubbed against the chilling metal with each expertly delivered thud. I felt the after sting from the soft leather raising light welts on my pale skin and stoking the fire between my legs to a fever pitch. Even through the haze in my head I was desperate for release and knew I couldn't stop the building orgasm this time if it continued much longer. Somehow, he knew, as he always does and the blows stopped. I could hear his breathing heavier and more ragged.