We sat in the restaurant, we had been here since the early evening and now the waiters had been cleaning up around us. Too caught up in each other we hadn’t noticed the passage of time.

This was our first date and we had a lot to talk about. Of course we had spoken at length over email and IM but nothing can quite compare to that first meeting, the first rush of excitement when you realise that the reality matches the fantasy or at least seems to so far.

She is sitting across from me, slightly away from the table with one leg crossed over the other. Her short dress riding up her thigh and her long bare legs ending in a pair of heels. To say I was captivated was an understatement.

As I said, we had talked at length over email. Discussing our likes and dislikes, our wants and desires. She had told me everything I had wanted to hear and from the fact that she was here I had said the right things too. As the time drew closer to paying the bill I felt that I needed to test what she had told me.

In a momentary lull of conversation I told her to remove her shoes. She quietly gasped, her bottom lip being bit as she considered what I had said. My request was no surprise however it is always a shock to consider the reality of it the first time. The looks that pass over the face are exquisite and beautiful to watch.

She thinks for a minute, unconsciously she lets the hanging shoe dangle from her toes before flexing it back onto her foot again. Eventually she reaches the inevitable decision though. She has told me that she is submissive and that what I like is acceptable. To avoid making herself into a liar she has to comply. Slowly she slides her hands down her legs and slips her shoes from her feet, placing them together next to her handbag.

Her cheeks flush, despite there being no one in the restaurant she is suddenly very nervous, she has crossed the line from a mere date into something more, something darker and she wouldn’t be human if she didn’t feel anxious about it.

I smile, softly, gently. Not in a predatory way but in an open and caring way. Trying to set her at ease even knowing that a mere smile will in no way achieve this.

I tell her I am going to get the bill and that now would be a good time to powder her nose as she may not have the chance later. She looks unsure for a moment as I wave the waiter over. She stands and you can see on her face that she is torn between going and putting her shoes back on. Eventually her hunger wins over and she scampers off leaving her heels under the table.

I settle the bill and wait, finishing the last of my coffee, waiting for her to return. She takes a while and uncertainty goes through my mind. Is she having second thoughts? Have I not done enough to convince her that she is safe with me? But soon she is coming back to the table, a sexy prowling walk, who says girls need heels to look sexy. She has a little half smile on her face which tells me all I need to know.

I stand as she reaches the table, asking if she is ready. She grabs her shoes and dangles them from her fingers before giving me a little coy smile and saying yep. We head out into the square. Walking through the throng, a couple of guys giving her the once over, a couple of girls looking shocked at her bare feet. But with my arm around her waist I guide her out of the square and into the dark car park.

I lead her over to my car. Unlocking it I open her door for her. As she turns to get in I stop her, taking her shoes from her hands I put them in the boot, along with her handbag before returning to her. I lock handcuffs onto her wrists before her and another pair onto her ankles before helping her into the car. Once she is seated I lift her hands over her head and by removing and replacing the headrest lock her hands into place. Then putting the seatbelt on her I close the door.

We drive into the night, I ask her how she is, how she is feeling? The general response is nervous and very horny. I ask if she wants to continue, no matter where it might leave and with another bite of her bottom lip she nods.

I tell her to spread her knees and she complies. As I drive I trace my fingertips up her thighs, feeling the heat and dampness between her legs, confirming just how horny she is

We arrive and the motel I have booked for the evening and I park in a dark corner of the car park, far from the entrance. She looks at me quizzically, there are lots of closer places to park. I just smile at her and tell her to trust me.

I release her seat belt and then the handcuffs. Leaning her forward I lock her wrists behind her before Getting out of the car and moving to help her out. AS she stands I get a bag and a coat from the boot and lock the car. Slipping the coat over her shoulders, hiding her bound hands, I put my arm around her waist and guide her to the hotel.

Now she realises why I parked where I did, as her feet feel the course gravel and the cold puddles from the earlier rain. A little involuntary shiver passes through her as we walk. Finally reaching the lobby and crossing straight to the lifts.

As we get into the lift I tell her to kneel, lifting the coat from her shoulders as she sinks to her knees and the doors slide close, wondering if the receptionist saw this little episode.

She kneels quietly as we ascend to our floor, her head bowed but her eyes occasionally peeking a look up at me, wondering what will happen next.

The doors open and as I guide her back to her feet we both notice and old couple waiting for the lift at the same time. She grins at them before skipping off towards our room, her cuffed hands obvious behind me. I smile at the look of confusion and disgust from the pair before setting off after her, a grin crossing my face as I realise that I am with a girl who likes to have fun.

I catch up to her waiting at the door and she grins at me, I lean in to kiss her and she responds in kind until finally she leans back.

Looking at me she finally asks “are you going to open the door so you can get me naked or do you want me to blow you here first?”

Oh, decisions decisions……

We sit in the pub, the minutes stretching to hours, stretching to seconds. No length of time is too long and all consequently seem too short. Softly, gently, her lips meet mine and the world recedes, leaving just us, sitting there, oblivious to the world around. I know we must leave, we are expected to be somewhere but I can’t seem to convince my limbs of this, too locked in the embrace as they are.

I relax my hold on her to allow us to separate, instead she snuggles into me tighter, resting her head against my neck. I wonder if she can feel my heartbeat, going ten to the dozen as I try to realise that this is really happening and not just a dream. Controlling myself, not wanting to rush anything, repeating over and over in my mind, “let it happen, don’t rush it, don’t force it” the control required immense, the agony exquisite. But deep down I know that this has to be on her terms, in her own time. Whilst I may be ready for her in my life I have to give her the time to make those decisions for herself. Maybe she will, maybe she won’t but I cannot allow myself to force the issue. All I can do is give her the time and try to control my impatience.

My mind tries to keep up with my heart, millions of thoughts a second as I try to replay the morning in my head. Did I miss anything? Did I say anything stupid? Was that almost a kiss in the office? Nerves starting to get the better of me as I over analyse.

What was that? She said something, barely audible. It sounded like… no she couldn’t have said that, I must have miss heard. My heart skips at the slightest possibility that she did but I hesitated too long, I can’t respond now no matter what she said. It’ll come across as forced. Damn. She didn’t say it anyway, she couldn’t have. Why would she say “let’s find somewhere more private”?

First the easy part. I was met at a bar and we had a good time. I started to feel a little tired so I said my good nights and the gentleman I was with offered to walk me home. I remember leaving the bar but not a lot after that until I woke up in a car boot, naked, hogtied and with the biggest ball gag I have ever felt filling my mouth.

I must have been out for a long time because when the car stopped and the boot opened the sun was coming up. So I make it that I had lost at least 8 hours in being unconscious and travelling.

Looking around (at least as much as I was able to lieing in the boot) all I could see where trees. I could here no evidence of human life except for the ticking of a cooling car.

The guy I had been with was looking down at me holding a very long and very sharp looking knife. reaching in he sliced the rope between my ankles and then dragged me from the car.

I was led into the woods, stumbling as he set the pace and I had no time to look where I was going (being a barefooter means I tend to do that a lot, so not being able to is a little disconcerting). We walked so far that even if he let me go now I doubt I could have found my way back without help, and god was it cold.

We stopped by a small hole in the ground. Beside it was a pile of earth and a shovel. My hands were briefly untied before being retied in front of me and then I was pushed into the hole onto my knees. My hands were drawn between my legs and tied to my ankles forcing my head onto the ground and my ass into the air.

A tube was fed through a hole in the ball gag and he showed me a funnel at the other end before passing the whole contraption between my legs and resting it on my back. Then he started to fill the hole in, burying me.

He worked for a while, soon almost my whole body was underground. I could hear nothing, I could see nothing and I couldn’t move an inch. The only reason I knew that part of me was above ground was the breeze across my pussy. At some point during the burial he had moved the funnel, it was no longer touching me but I knew it was still above ground as I could breath still.

It wasn’t long though until I realised why there was a funnel and not just a pipe, as I felt the hot bitter taste of piss filling my mouth. I knew I had to swallow it all otherwise I couldn’t breath. He would stop and start, giving me time to get used to the idea but it was still a struggle to keep up.

And the he fucked me. I hadn’t considered the position I was it, little more the a pussy and an ass hole at ground level. If I could have shuddered I would. He was hard and fast and quickly pulled out, which is when I tasted cum, he had obviously dumped his load into the funnel.

I don’t know how long I was there, or even how many people were with me. there were times when I seemed to be left alone for ages, there were other times where I seemed to be constantly fucked, pussy, ass, pussy, ass for ages, with lots of cum coming down the pipe.

The most unnerving bit though was when I realised where the funnel was. I got so desperate for the loo that I could hold it no more. It’s an odd experience to feel your piss coming out one end and re-entering the other. obviously the funnel was right under my pussy ready to catch anything. I started to worry that I might not get out before I needed to poo.

And then, after being left for a long time I felt the earth move around me. Suddenly there was light and I was dragged from the hole. My bonds where freed again and my hands retied behind me. Holding up the funnel my “rescuer” emptied a bottle of water into it, slowly enough to keep up but leaving me in no doubt that I had to keep up.

I was dragged back to the car and pushed back into the boot and hogtied again. I started to feel drowsy again and was soon dead to the world.

I woke in my own bed, the sun streaming through my window. naked, gagged and still bound. but I had been left a knife and with some struggling I got free.

I was filthy, my bed was filthy and my jaw and limbs were so stiff that any movement of them hurt. on top of that my mouth tasted disgusting.

I took stock of what had happened. I couldn’t find the clothing I had worn anywhere so I presume I wont see it again. I met the guy on a Friday night and it was now Tuesday morning. how long was I buried? how long was I drugged for? and what happened during those times?

Here I am driving around the country again. Nothing but the radio and the road ahead to pass the time. Another 90 minutes to endure before I am home and can relax. I long for some company.

In my mind I see you on the passenger seat, talking to me in that soft husky voice that turns me on so much. I quickly look at you, taking in a thousand details in that tiny glance, your hair glistening in the darkness, your eyes studying me as your lips continue to make conversation, your chest rising and falling as you breathe within the confines of the short black dress you are wearing. Your legs, bare to your toes, crossed at the ankles as you stretch them into the foot well. Your arms resting lightly in your lap.

My hand slips from the gear stick to rest on your knee, softly caressing you thigh as we drive. Your speech falters as my hand rises higher as you lose track of what you were saying, your mind focusing only on my fingers and where they will come to rest.

And then a roundabout, my hand having to return to the gear lever, leaving you frustrated.

Back onto the motorway and you wait for my hand to return, and you wait, and wait, and still you are left untouched. You continue talking, trying hard to hide your disappointment.

Again a roundabout this one leading onto a quiet back road. No other cars to be seen as we cruise through the night. My hand again finds your leg and you smile, settling back into the seat.

“Remove your dress” I say and it takes you a moment to register that any words have been spoken. Lifting your ass from the seat you pull the hem up to your waist before pulling it off over your head. Now you are naked beside me, and still my hand has not reached the place you so desperately need it. Moving ever upward but never reaching its destination.

On we drive, the moon beaming down on us across the open fields, almost turning the night into day. Allowing me to see you clearly, to watch you move and squirm under my touch.

I open the glove box and in its light you see two pairs of handcuffs.

I pull over to the side of the road and you take them out. Bending forward to place one pair around your ankles. The clicking from the ratchet loud within the confines of the car. Reaching behind you I lock your wrists into the second pair.

And on we drive, and still my hand does not reach its destination. You are sure that your thighs must be a mile long for the length of time it has taken for my fingers to traverse it.

I release your seat belt and pull your head down into my lap. My fingers find my fly and release my dick in front of your face. Your lips part to allow me to enter. Your hot breath on the head of my cock as you move closer.

And then I am home. You fade in my mind as I concentrate on parking. Once more alone, another dull journey passed in my head.

I really need a longer drive to see just how far this fantasy will develop.

Do you trust me?

You stare incredulously at the text message in your hands. Nothing for almost two months and now out of the blue these four words. Where has He been, why hasn’t He been in touch and more importantley, why this question?

You ponder for a while. Do you trust Him? What will He do next if you say yes?

Your phone beeps. “Message sent”

Huh? You scroll through your sent items and see that you have replied. You don’t even remember hitting the keys let alone deciding to answer. You open the message to see what you have said and stare at the single word.

YES

What now? You go online to see if He is there but still there is no sign. Your phone beeps again, He has replied already.

“You know that I would never do anything to put you in danger. Wth this in mind, are you sure you trust me?”

This just gets weirder. What is going on? You hit reply and say yes agan.

The phone beeps once more.

“Good. Go check your e-mail”

You open your mail and there is one from Him…

“M’Lady,

I cannot appologise enough for my absence but I have had to sort some thngs out and getting online has been the last of my priorities.

Know that you were never far from my thoughts however and all will become clear in time.

I am pleased by your responses consdering the situation but I am afrad that I will have to keep you in the dark a little while longer…Don’t want to ruin the surprse now do we?

Tomorrow, get up early and phone this number #######. You will get more instructions then.

I should be back online tomorrow so you can tell me about your day when you get back.

Until then, sleep well my love and enjoy tomorrow’s adventure.

As always

Sir”

You reread, but still it makes no sense. The number He gave is for a mobilecell, but not His usual one. So if it’s not His then whose?

You go through the rest of the day in a daze. Your mind constantly preoccupied with the interaction, and what could be about to happen.

You go to bed, but sleep finds itself allusive as your mind tries to find any clues.

In the morning you go through your routine as normal, throwing yourself through the shower and eating breakfast. The butterflies n your belly churning as you know you are close to finding out what is going on.

You ponder whether to call. What will He do if I don’t? You think, but again your hand works on its own and the phone is to your ear and ringing before you realise.

A strange voice answers.

“Don’t speak, listen I shall say this once.

Drive onto Out of town towards the country. About five miles out of town there is a track on your right with a black mailbox on the corner. Take this track and once round the bend out of sight of the road stop and call again for more instructions. You have ten minutes. Move.”

The line drops and you stare at the phone in your hands. Absently you put your truck in gear and drive, 10 minutes does not leave much time.

As you drive a million more questions start to go through your head to mingle with the ones that are already there, and still you are no closer to finding answers to any of them.

You see the mailbox almost too late and have to brake hard to make the turn. A car behind you blows his horn as he swerves to miss you but your mind is elsewhere and you ignore it.

The track disapears into some tress and bends to the right. Once you think you are out of sight you stop and hit redial.

“Very good.

Now follow the track, after two miles you will see a barn. Pull your car into it and then phone again. You have 3 minutes.”

You look at the track. Three minutes n this? That’s going to be tough. You put your foot down hoping that the road stays relatively straight. You feel every bump on the road through the pedals to your bare feet and the vibration of the engine as it works hard from the seat to your scantily clad ass.

Watching the clock you count the seconds as they tick by. Just as it looks like you will be late you see the barn, hitting redial while you park.

“You were almost late. You had better do better next time.

Leave your car and walk along the track. In a mile you will come across a house. The front door will be unlocked. Come in and wait. Do not speak. You have fifteen minutes.”

This is not getting easier you think. 15 minutes to do a mile cross country barefoot.

Getting from the car, you notice the chlll in the air. Your nipples spring hard as your top provides virtually no protection. A cold breeze blows between your legs, chilling your pussy.

You walk along the track. Trees on either side. Darkness in their depths. The sandy road tckling your feet as you walk, being careful to avoid the stones in your path.

Shivering, you arrive at the house. A single story brick built on the edge of the forest, open land behind but the house fills the gap between the trees so you can see nothing beyond.

You walk up to the door and brush yourself down. Grasping the handle you open the door and step inside.

What you see throws you off balance for a moment. Expecting to find someone’s hunting lodge, all wood panelling and trophies on the wall, what there is looks more like a set from Star Trek.

On one wall there is a large TV tuned to CNN with the sound off. On the opposite wall, a huge bench covered in computer monitors, all showing something different. More monitors are on the wall above and you realise that they are showing the output from a CCTV system and you have been watched since you left the main road.

On the other walls are doors leading away from the room and next to one an upright chair with a wooden chest next to it.

The last item for your study is in front of the bench. A large leather chair, topped with a cowboy hat. Presumably there is a person under the hat and judging by the furnishing he doesn’t get visitors very often.

A hand appears from the side of the chair and motions you to sit on the one by the wall. You move over, keeping your eyes on the bench. Watching your progress across the room on one of the displays.

You sit. What next you wonder. Apart from the command to sit the person in the chair has made no acknowledgement of your presence. You suddenly remember how you are dressed and start to feel self conscious. Your arms folding across your chest to hide your still errect nipples, your legs crossing.

“Do not move”

The voice startles you, apart from the low hum of machinery the room has been silent. Your hands return to your sides and you uncross your legs again.

As you wait you watch the endless news on the big screen. More wars, famines, and sleeze. Same ol Same ol but with nothing else to do you find yourself riveted.

The chair squeaks as the man within it moves and then comes the voice. As you are paying more attention this time you notice that the voice is odd, seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere at once.

“This is your final chance. You told your master that you trusted Him and so far you have performed well.

However you now have a choice. Next to you is a chest, within it is a blindfold some leather cuffs and a padlock.

Your choice is this. You can either strip, put on the blindfold and the cuffs and lock everything you brought with you in the chest.

Or

You can walk out of here and not look back, wondering for the rest of your life what you have missed out on.

This is a one time offer, not to be repeated. You have five minutes to make your decision.”

You sit frozen. Did you just hear that right, but no matter how you twist it in your mind you can put no other meaning on it. Either leave or submit.

The seconds tick by and still you make no move. With no clock visible you don’t know how long you have left but it cannot be long.

“Time is up. Make your decision now”

You look up. Trying to rationalise your actions as you realise that your hands have once again made the decsion for you. You slip your shorts down your legs and over your feet. Your top comes up over your head and you open the chest. Taking the items n there out you replace them with yours, clothes, jewellery, phone and car keys. Closing the chest you put the padlock through the hasp and close away your last link to reality.

Taking the cuffs you fasten them around your wrists and ankles making sure they are comfortable before pulling the blindfold over your eyes.

Sitting in darkness you wonder what is next, you don’t have to wait long.

“Stand up”

You move to comply and as you stand catch a whiff of aftershave. Could he have crossed the room without me noticing? A touch to your nipple confirms that He has.

Your wrists are pulled behind your back and fastened there before hands return to exploring your chest, moving lower to nestle in your pubes before being pulled away.

You moan softly at the withdrawal but nothing else happens. You are left standing there for what seems like hours but s probably only minutes.

The blindfold is lifted from you and as your eyes begin to adjust to the brightness you see the man in the cowboy hat standing before you.

“Hello gorgeous” I say.

This is the first thing I wrote.  May be a bit rough maybe not I haven’t proof read it :-)

The candle light flickering across her face, shadows moving as she eats, unable to eat much myself, too captivated by her beauty. Talking about everything and nothing, not really small talk, but enough at ease with each other that words are not really necessary, there only purpose as a means to break the silence. The meal over, coffee brought to us by the waiter, decaff for her (I never will get used to that) and regular for me, after this day, and the night ahead, I think I will need it.

Leaving the restaurant and heading to the car we stop, I lift her chin up, looking down into her eyes, seeing the love and passion that lives there. I slowly kiss her, softly, taking my time…. no need to rush; we both know what the other wants and both are willing to give. I open her car door and she settles into the bucket seat, its form holding her snug in place. I cross to my side and get in, starting the engine the CD player starts playing something soft, slow, perfect for the mood. We drive, night drawing its cloak around us as we head out of town till eventually it seems we are the only people in the world, no other life visible. I turn of the highway onto a dark country lane. The combination of darkness and the trees that line the side of the road making all but the cone of light ahead of pitch black.

We drive for what seems like an eternity, till eventually I pull from the road into a car park, no other cars are here, but we expected that. I park and lean over to kiss her before getting out of the car. I retrieve a bag from the trunk as she gets out of the car, looking around herself she slips of her shoes and throws them back in the car, heels being no good when walking in the country, especially at night. Her flimsy dress blowing in the warm night air, clinging to her curves.

We turn from the car, arm in arm we walk into the woods. Sticking to the tracks for now, the trees forming a canopy above us. As we go deeper we turn from the track, and head into the trees, making our own path until we come to a small clearing, a lush carpet of grass covering the floor and we stop. I drop the bag and pull her into my arms, kissing her deeply a soft moan escaping from her lips. We drop to the floor, kneeling before each other, both reluctant to break the kiss, but finally we do. She looks at me, anticipation on her face, hunger in her eyes. My hands drop to her knees and edge their way up her legs, lifting the dress with them as they go, up her body, over her head. I unzip the bag and place it in there; being so light the wind could easily blow it away.

She kneels before me, naked but for the tiny slip of material between her legs, her nipples hardening as they are exposed to the night air, she reaches forward and unbuttons my shirt, slipping it back from my shoulders and down my arms. This too gets placed in the bag.

We kiss again, her arms wrapping around me. As the kiss breaks her hands start to push me upwards, urging me to stand. I do so, and she pulls me closer, her hands moving to remove my boots, then my socks. She looks up at me, a tiny smile on her face. Her hands run up my legs and over my crotch, caressing my swelling manhood through the material of my slacks. She unfastens my trousers, and hooking her thumbs through the waistband pulls down both those and my pants, pulling them off over my ankles, leaving me standing naked before her. She reaches up and takes my dick into her hand, holding it loosely, caressing it as it awakens to her touch. Her fingers stroking its length and around my balls, leaning forward her lips parted slightly, she kisses the tip of my dick, her tongue slipping out between her lips to taste me, moving her tongue down along my length, across my balls then back to the tip, kissing again, her breath stimulating me, making me harder still. I feel her lips part more and I feel myself being taken within her mouth, slowly she pulls me in, gently sucking, until she can take no more, her tongue moving around me in her mouth, slowly moving me in and out of her. I look down at her, watching her take me into her, finally I pull away, ignoring the look of disappointment on her face, I kneel before her once again and kiss her deeply, she looks at me again, questioningly and I nod once. At this signal she lies down and removes her panties. Laying back into the long grass, looking up at the stars whirling above her. I reach into the back and remove several items, moving to kneel above her chest, looking down at her. I take one of her hands in mine and pull it out above and to one side of her head. Taking one of the wooden stakes and the mallet I removed from the bag, I hammer it into the ground close to her wrist, then a pair of handcuffs is attached to her wrist, the other end attached to the stake. She watches all this with interest and when I return to her chest she offers me her other hand. I repeat the procedure again, stretching her arms apart, leaving her immobile. I move down her body, stealing a kiss as my lips pass hers, my hands sliding down her legs to her ankles, softly caressing her flesh. I reach her feet and grasp her ankles in each hand, pulling her body down so her arms are taught, then spreading her legs I repeat what I did to her arms, opening her wide, leaving her immobile and defenceless.

I move my hands back up the inside of her legs, softly brushing with my finger tips, slipping up the inside of her thighs, till I reach her pussy, my fingers playing their for a second before I move to kiss her. She looks at me, smiling and I go to the bag and remove a last item, a strip of black silk. On seeing this she looks worried but lifts her head allowing me to place it over her eyes and tie it securely behind her head. She lowers her head back to the ground, letting out a long sigh, knowing she is completely at my disposal. My hands begin to explore her body, not staying in one place for long, always moving to somewhere new and far away, each new touch bringing a shiver to her body, unable to predict where the next will come from. My lips join in, adding a new dimension, softly sucking and nibbling her flesh, causing more and stronger shivers along her body. Her breathing getting heavier, her heart rate increasing.

My mouth finds her nipples, and starts to play with them, sucking them in-between my lips, flicking them with my tongue, feeling them swell further in my mouth. One of my hands slides across her belly and through the hair between her legs, feeling the warmth and moisture there, her hips beginning to lift to meet my fingers. I oblige and begin to explore her pussy, softly touching her, sensing her responses and concentrating on the areas that give the most pleasure. My lips moving lower on her body, kissing her belly, I kneel across her chest again, this time facing her feet and lower my body down to hers, feeling her hot breasts to either side of my manhood, feeling her breathing through its sensitivity. My head lowers between her legs and my hand moves away to allow my mouth access. My breath blowing across her as I move close enough for my tongue to replace my fingers. Again feeling my way around by her reactions, paying attention to the places that cause her breathing to get ragged, tasting her on my tongue, savouring her delicious scent in my nose. My hands slip under her bum to lift her to my face as my tongue seeks out her clit, lightly brushing across it, before returning and sucking the hard nub into my mouth, feeling her body tense under me, my teeth slowly closing upon it, causing a sharp intake of breath. I release it, and slip off of her, turning, kissing her gently on the lips as I move between her legs, my throbbing manhood resting upon the lips of her pussy, feeling its warmth, slowly I allow it to move along her lips, causing another shudder from her, this one long lasting, taking time for it to die down. We kiss again as I allow my dick to find her entrance, pressing forward slightly, parting her, causing her to catch her breath for a moment, I slide within her, letting about half my length enter before beginning to withdraw again, almost pulling away completely, I hold myself at her entrance, feeling her body strain to push itself onto me. Slowly I allow myself to slip within her again, this time three quarters of my length entering her before I withdraw, her chest heaving as I enter her, a pout crossing her lips as I pull back, I watch her face, fascinated.

As her breathing returns to normal I push into her again, this time hard and fast, allowing all of my length into her and pressing it in deep, she cries out at the unexpected movement, her breathing and heart beat fast and hard as I withdraw and thrust into her again, she moans softly, as I thrust again her moans get loader, I can feel her tighten around me manhood and I know her orgasm is building, I increase the pace as I feel my own start to build, thrusting deep within her we climax together, our cum mixing within her body, feeling its warmth move around me dick. I collapse upon her, and kiss her passionately, hungrily. Her breath hard against my face, but slowing, her heart racing under me. I remove the blindfold and she looks up at me, her eyes glistening in the moonlight, smiling softly she whispers, “I love you”

I slowly open my eyes. The usual morning routine, where am I? Who am I? Where is the nearest coffee? A new thought was trying to intrude but I was still too asleep to let it in.

The sun was sliding past the blinds at the window so obviously its not too early, could be why I’m so fuzzy, not good with mornings.

I lie there wondering what it was I was missing. Then it hits me. I roll to my side and there she is, lieing next to me, her lips slightly parted as she sleeps, a vision and in my bed. How did I get so lucky?

I brush some stray hair from her face so I can see her better.  I’ll never get enough of looking at her, the only thing I can’t see is her eyes, her stunning green eyes that captivate me every time I see them.

How long have I laid here, staring at her?  Who knows, who cares.  Time has no meaning when I’m alone with her, but now there is the faintest hint of her stirring, her breathing becoming shallower, little twitches in her body as she slowly comes back to conciousness.

Finally her eyes open and I see on her face the same confusion I had when I woke, Where am I? who am I? then with a start she rolls over and smiles at me, snuggling into my waiting arms, her head resting on my chest.

What will the day bring, where will we go? who cares, so long as I’m with her I could stay here all day.

The sun beat down upon her as she walked through the forest. Even in daisy dukes and a t-shirt she was hot and glad she brought plenty of water with her. She took another swig from the bottle before swinging her pack back onto her shoulder.

Walking along the edge of the woodland path, trying to keep to the shade as much as possible she enjoyed the relaxing afternoon. She had been walking for hours, enjoying the time with herself, and had got so deep in the forest that she had not seen sign of any other humans for ages. In fact the path she walked along looked like it had probably only been travelled by deer before now.

As she walked she heard the distinct sound of running water up ahead and before long came across a small stream and pool running alongside the path. She unslung her pack before sitting on a rock at the side of the pool. Slipping off her trainers she allowed her bare feet to slip into the cold water, soothing away the stresses of walking, cooling her body as the cold water drew the heat away.

Her eyes drifted closed as she listened to the sounds of the forest around her. The burble of the stream as it passed over rocks, the cooing of the birds in the trees, the chirp of squirrels as they played amongst the branches.

As the sun beat down upon her, soothing her, relaxing her, she felt drowsiness overtake her. Allowing herself to lie back, her feet still dangling in the water, her thoughts drifted off into a dream world and slowly sleep took her.

The sharp sound of a twig breaking woke her with a start. Instantly she saw a man watching her and he didn’t look friendly. Leaping up, forgetting her shoes and pack she set off running into the woods.

As she ran she could hear him bearing down upon her. Her bare feet constantly finding the stones in the path, the roots to trip her and this caused her to slow enough to keep an eye on where she was stepping. All the while she could hear him and knew he would catch her.

Within seconds he had, she never stood a chance in reality. Roughly he tackled her to the ground and within moments was sat on her with her arms pinned behind her back. She felt rope cruelly pulled tight around her wrists, biting into the soft flesh there.

Then his hand was in her hair, pulling her head back viciously. As her mouth opened to cry out she felt a huge ring being forced between her teeth, wedging her mouth wide open. Straps to secure it were fastened, pulling the ring deeper between her teeth.

Grabbing her arms he pulled her to her feet. Looping a rope around her neck, he grabbed the other end and used it as a leash, pulling her back the way she had come.

She stumbled along behind him, not being given time to pick her footing and without the use of her hands, repeatedly losing her balance. His only help was to keep pulling so she had to keep stumbling along behind. The got back to the pool and he picked up her shoes and pack before leading her off in a new direction, even deeper into the forest.

They walked for miles it seemed. She started to get exhausted. Not once did his pace slow, or did he offer her a drink from his canteen. Slowly she lost focus on where they were and could only concentrate on putting one foot in front of the other.

Eventually the stopped and she was pushed to her knees. He busied himself with his pack before coming back over to her. “Thirsty?” he asked, she nodded. Unzipping his fly he pulled out his cock. “How thirsty?” She shook her head no, moaning into the gag. “Suit yourself” he said as he pissed against a tree. “Soon you’ll beg me” he called over.

Finally he finished. And from his pack came more rope. This he used to bind her ankles together. And a blindfold took her sight. She could hear him moving around her and then suddenly she was lifted onto his shoulder. Slowly she felt him start to walk again.

deeper they trudged, as she bounced on his shoulder, his hand holding her firmly which in a way she was grateful for, bound and blindfolded as she was she prayed that he wouldn’t drop her.

Despite the load he carried, he moved quietly. The twig he snapped to wake her must have been deliberate as he made no noise moving now. Obviously at home in the woods she worried that she would never find her way out should she get the chance to escape.

As they walked she could feel the drool dripping from her mouth, unable to do anything about it, she could feel it stating to coat her face as it seeped around the gag and she dearly wished she could wipe herself clean. Never had she felt so humiliated, so scared. Little did she know what else was to come.

After what seemed forever he came to a stop. Lowering her to her feet she felt sharp rock beneath them. “Don’t move” he told her. “You are on top of a cliff and one wrong step will see you fall”

She stood stock still, not knowing whether to believe him but knowing it wasn’t worth the risk.

She heard sounds of metal behind her, chains clinking against each other.

She gasped as she felt his hands upon her body. Holding a knife to her throat he told her to keep still and she wouldn’t be hurt. The knife sliced through her clothes, cutting them to shreds as they fell from her body and then the ropes around her ankles were sliced free. Taking hold of her arms he led her of the rock she was stood upon, her feet squishing into the soft soil. When they stopped she felt something being attached to her ankles, leather cuffs that he tightened beyond comfortable. The sound of a lock clicking told her that her feet were now immobile again.

Her hands were then released and cuffed, being raised above her head. Once secured she felt herself slowly being lowered forward, her feet shuffling until she felt her toes cross over an edge. Just as she past the point of balance, where her body started to fall she was brought to a halt by the chains at her limbs.

As the blindfold was ripped off and she saw the view before her, the sheer drop to rocks below, the miles of open country side with no signs of humans, and how far over the edge she hang she screamed.

As he slowly walked away, the screaming dying in his ears he smirked, wondering how receptive she would be when he returned.

They stand outside His hotel room.

“Now I’ve enjoyed the drive here but now its decision time. If you come into this room, you give yourself to me. Anything I want to do I will. If you want to back out now is the time because there won’t be another opportunity.”

He opens the door and waits. Watching for her next move. Finally she starts to cross the threshold but is stopped by His hand.

“You understand what is expected?”

She nods. “Very well. Strip”

Looking up and down the corridor she reaches behind her to fasten her dress, letting it fall to her feet, revealing the lack off underwear beneath. Stepping from her shoes and picking up her belongings.

He holds out His hand. “Give those to me”

He takes her dress, bag and shoes from her and goes into the room, letting the door shut behind Him, leaving her naked in the corridor. Seconds later the door is opened and she is allowed into the room, relief, washing over her at the chance for privacy, the door closing behind her.

Inside is dark, the curtains drawn, and it takes a moment for her eyes to adjust to the gloom. Gradually she begins to notice details, the laptop on the desk, the camera on a tripod and finally the toys on the bed.

She stands in an open area of floor listening to Him move in the room behind her, loosing herself into her mind, releasing herself to the coming evening.

Finally she feels Him behind her, His hands moving down her legs as he kneels. The coolness of leather cuffs being locked around her ankles. His hands trail up her inner thighs as he stands sending a shiver of anticipation through her. He stands before her, putting cuffs around her wrists and connecting them to a short bar in front of her.

He turns her around so she is facing the camera and then moves to use it, flinching the first time the flash fires, and again and again.

He tells her to turn around and she does, the flash still going. Now she is to kneel and now to all fours the flash still going.

His hands on her bum, His fingers moving between her cheeks to push into her anus then lower to her pussy finding it already wet.

“Horny little slut aren’t we?” He says running his fingers under her nose before putting them to her lips, pushing them into her mouth.

He walks away as she kneels, her head bowed before hearing his voice from across the room to come here.

“No, don’t get up, crawl.”

She does, over to the wardrobe area where he is standing.

“Now back in until your feet hit the wall.”

Slowly, she creeps back until she can go no further. He stands before her crouching down to her level. He lets something drop to the floor, a collar with a long leather strap attached. Reaching around her neck he pulls her hair up before fastening he collar, the strap falling down her back to just above her bum.

“Not too tight? Good”

Next He reaches between her legs, moving her ankles far apart before attaching them to another spreader bar. He tells her to kneel up, her bum coming to rest on the floor, the bar pressing at her cheeks. She hears a click and feels cold metal on her arse, finding she can no longer lift her body without her ankles coming with it.

Taking the bar between her wrists he lifts them high above her head. Another click and her hands were secured, pulling her body tight.

He stands before her, freeing His cock from the confines of His jeans, running it across her lips before quickly covering her moth with a strip of tape.

Holding His cock He jacks off in front of her face, quickly and aggressively before spraying His cum over her face.

“Right, I’m off to get some tea” and with that he leaves leaving her in darkness…..

It’s quiet on the common. We found somewhere peaceful to sit. I’m resting my back against a tree trunk with her sat between my legs, her back against my chest, her bare legs stretched out in front of her. If anybody passed by they would notice nothing more than a young couple enjoying the day. What they couldn’t see, what was causing the goofy grin on my face, is what else was going on.

We met in the car park and from the moment I saw her get out of the car I thought today would be fun. Her legs emerged, covered only by a skirt. Her legs uncovered all the way to her toes. She knows me so well.

We walked slowly across the common, our arms wrapped around each other as we explored. Further and further we go until we no longer see anybody else. The only sounds we have coming from the birds in the trees around us.

I take her into my arms and we kiss. Slowly at first but with building passion until finally she pulls away from me and takes my hand. We walk off to a tree a sit next to it, resuming the kiss, my hands roving over her body, making her squirm and wriggle under my touch.

After a while we come up for air. I rest against the tree trunk and pull her against me, holding her close and stealing kisses when I can, the sun beating down on us, a soft breeze keeping us from overheating. Again, the kisses increase in passion and my hands once again start to explore, slipping down over her body, between her legs. Every so often she moves my hands away only for me to put them back again.

After she has done this a couple of times I take her hands in mine and pull them behind her back, holding them there while I kiss her, waiting until she was distracted and slipping a pair of handcuffs onto her. She stops, looking up at me, biting her bottom lip. My hand strokes her cheek before lifting her lips to mine and her nerves evaporated as she gave herself to the kiss. Again my hand slipped between her legs and this time she could do nothing to resist. She moans into my mouth as I hold her close. Her hands, locked behind her back, find my cock and start to stroke it through my shorts as I bring her slowly to orgasm. Her breath catching as she cums, never once releasing her lips from mine.

Finally she composes herself. Her head snuggling against my neck, breathing hard, little moans escaping from her, her hands still rubbing me.

So now I have her. What shall we do next?