A day in the country

she was dressed to his instruction.

Somewhat hesitantly as it was still February. It was cold outside and she knew the whole day would not be spent in the car. A flimsy silk skirt in pinks and black. A pink camisole top and a short angora pink cardigan. fluffy. she felt fluffy. Stockings and a white suspender belt. No knickers. No bra. she wore his collar round her neck and carried his marks on her shoulders with pride. High cream peeptoe sandals. Really not practical for walking in the country…but there you are. she was his and there was nothing she wouldn’t do at his instruction.

she was however, still learning. Still very apprehensive and unsure whether she was doing the right thing, whether her interpretation of his instruction was really what He wanted. And it mattered. she ached for his smile when she got it right. she always knew from the warmth in his eyes and the little twist to his lips.

As she arrived at his house, He was waiting at the gate. she pulled up and He beckoned her out. He put his hands on her shoulders and turned her round, shielding her with his own frame. He lifted her skirt and she could feel his eyes burning into her pink naked arse. He spanked her firmly, just once and she felt herself moistening in anticipation.

“Did you enjoy that slut? There will be more for you later”

she opened the car door for him and He got in. she was his driver for the day and that in itself filled her with apprehension. Did He know how shocking her driving was! He directed her onto the motorway and they drove out of London, out of Surrey, way out into the countryside. Then, He instructed her to turn off the motorway and after a series of turns, to pull into a layby.

‘Time to get out my slut’

she slipped out of the car and opened the door on his side. He picked up a small holdall. she hadn’t noticed him carrying it before…he must have slipped it into the car while she was panicking about her dress.

‘Straight ahead my slut’.

she walked ahead of him, feeling him watching her arse…along a semi made-up footpath towards some woodland. As they approached the wood, she could see him looking at the trees. she was panicking. Was she to be tied naked to a tree? Left for strangers to wonder over? Was she to be bound and gagged on the ground? Would He flog her or beat her? she’d never been used in public, never played outdoors. And although she loved the fresh air and was secretly aroused at the idea she might be caught, there was as always a fear of the unknown. But…mixed with the wonderful knowledge that she was in his care and that He would never allow any harm to come to her.

They reached a small clearing and she was instructed to remove her top. From the bag He pulled a mask and blindfolded her quickly. Then He took her by surprise and gagged her – she felt the scarf tightly round her mouth. How helpless she felt in a strange place with no vision and no way of calling out. she felt his arms around her. she felt his mouth marking her shoulders, sweetly excruciating pain that she knew would give her a lasting reminder of this day. she ached. she felt rope binding her arms and corseting her breasts. So tightly that she could hardly breath. So tight that she felt safe and held. Embraced by the roughness. And then when she was all but helpless she was led to face what must have been a tree. she felt his hand hard on her arse, beating her so that she glowed and ached and glowed some more. she ached for the pain He offered her. she ached to be marked by him. she was dripping. His hands spread her legs and He pushed hard into her. Soon she was quivering and close to orgasm, dripping and vulnerable. And yet she could say nothing.

‘Kneel bitch’ He said, and laughed…

He knew that her greatest pleasure was to take him in her mouth.

she knelt obediently and He removed the gag. she felt his cock hard in her mouth and played it with her tongue. Her hands were bound so she had just her lips and mouth and had to work extra hard to pleasure him. But that in itself was erotic. she heard him gasping with pleasure and tried yet harder, till eventually He rewarded her by cumming in her mouth, reminding her of the precious gift she should not spill.

Then He gently unmasked her and untied the rope corsetry so that her breasts, still marked by the rope, stood proud and her nipples erect. He bit hard on the nipples before instructing her to dress. There was just a hint of blood on each nipple, no broken skin but the redness to remind her of his presence for the next few day. And they walked back to the car. A normal couple out for a quiet walk in the country.

‘Were you ever cold my slut?’ He asked…

and she replied honestly that not for one minute had she felt chilly.

‘So another time, trust my instruction’

He spanked her arse so hard that tears came to her eyes. And she knew she was His.