I was fucking Sara hard from behind. She was bent over a tree trunk, hands cuffed behind her, naked in the sunlight of a Summer morning, with nipple clamps yanking on her tits. It?s not often, I reflected, that a Dom can find a natural submissive and train her this quickly. I smiled at how she had almost led me into using her this way, starting early this morning, just before sunrise.~~~~~I had allowed Sara to sleep in and lay resting in our tent. Sara had it hard yesterday, and I wanted her to rest up. I also wanted to allow Tammi, the submissive who had joined our games last night but was leaving, to get clear. I waited until I could hear her quietly striking her tent and reorganizing her backpack. When I judged she was about ready, I got up as silently as I could, unzipped the tent, and slipped out into the cool morning, wearing only my sleep t-shirt and shuffling my flip-flops onto my feet. The sun was not yet up, and I shivered.Tammi, fully dressed, already had her backpack on, but turned and smiled when she heard me. ?Morning, bossman. I?m about to head off,? she whisperedShe glanced down at my crotch, and walked over, reached down, and gently held my cock, which was slightly erect with a mild case of morning wood. ?I?d love to greet the dawn the right way, but I?m in a bit of a hurry. Another time??I smiled back at her. ?You bet. I?d love a rematch.? I leaned in to kiss her lightly ? only to have her put her hand behind my head and pull me into a deeper kiss.?Mmmm?I love the taste of a Dom in the morning,? she said. ?It?s the taste of sex and submission.?Now it was her turn to shiver ? although for a different reason.She smiled up at me, ?Bye, bossman. Please call me ? anytime.?She hitched her pack, settling it more carefully on her shoulders, then turned and headed off.I watched her go until she disappeared into the trees, then turned and went off to relieve myself.When I returned, I got our packs down from the ropes that held them suspended in the trees, away from bears, porcupines, and other wildlife, pulled out the one-burner stove and got water started for coffee and breakfast.I was about to go back into the tent to get some clothes, when a bleary-eyed Sara crawled out of the tent, undoubtedly driven by hydraulic pressure.She looked at me blankly, rubbing one eye, her hair a tangled mess.?How did you sleep??She gazed at me as if confused by the question. ?I don?t really remember. I?I remember sucking you, and Tammi going down on me?then nothing after that.?She was naked, of course, and I could her see nipples tighten at the recollection. Her
almanbahis eyes opened wider, ?Gosh! That was?amazing!?She refocused on me, then moved closer, stretched up, and kissed me. ?I have never been fucked like you?ve fucked me, Master. It?s?a?um???Revelation?? I offered.She nodded, then rubbed her other eye.I swatted her ass gently and said, ?Go off and hunt some rabbits. I?ll get breakfast going.?She looked confused, then remembered that was the euphemism she had used the first day to announce she was going off to relieve herself in the bush. She giggled, then looked up at me coquettishly, grabbed a roll of toilet paper and the trowel that accompanied it, and stalked off through the bush, wearing nothing but flip-flops.I reflected that today needed to be something special, something memorable. And I had a few thoughts.*~~~~~Once we had finished breakfast and tidied up the campsite, I had Sara kneel down in front of me as I sat on a log by the site of last night?s fire.?Sara, this is our last day on the trail. Tomorrow we?ll hike out to the trailhead and take the car back to the hotel so we can clean up, and be ready to fly back to civilization the day after.?What I wanted to ask you is: How do you want to spend the day? We can hike up that way,? and I waved uphill, ?to one of the more spectacular views in the valley. We can take a less challenging trail off that way, contouring along the slope. Or we could spend the day here at this campsite. What would you prefer??She had placed her palms flat on her knees. Instead of looking at me, she was looking down at the ground. ?I?I?m not sure. What?else?would we be doing in these alternatives??I smiled. ?Well, if we take the more challenging hike, uphill, we pretty much would have to just hike. It?s a bit of a stretch, and we might not have all that much energy for?let?s say, playing later.??You mean fucking,? she clarified, looking directly at me.My smile widened. ?Okay, fucking. If we choose the contouring route, we could take things easier, and have time for fucking, as you so delicately put it.?She remained quiet, then, ?And if we stayed here??I leaned forward, put one finger under her chin, and lifted it so she was looking me directly in the eyes. ?I?ll use you hard, make your squirm and beg, and you will cum over and over until you beg me to stop.?She was still for several seconds. ?Then, if it?s all the same to you, Master???Yes???I?d like to stay here and have you make me cum and use me hard.?I had hoped she would make that choice. ?Okay, but let me ask: why did you choose that, Sara??She swallowed hard,
almanbahis yeni giriş then said, ?I?I?m not entirely sure. The things you do to me embarrass and humiliate me, yet, I somehow feel more, um, alive begging on my knees than I did standing on my own.?She looked up at me. ?That doesn?t make any sense, does it??I nodded, ?Actually, it does. And what it tells me is that you?ve had a taste of being a submissive and like it.?So, beg me, Sara. Beg me to use you, use your body, to humiliate and hurt you, for my pleasure and enjoyment.?Her eyes flickered towards mine, then down again. ?Please, Master, I?m naked, and on my knees, and begging you: please use me. Please fuck me, and make me suck your cock, and embarrass and humiliate me?please do anything you want to me. Make me your slut, your cunt, your fucktoy.?She lay forward so that her forehead was touching the ground, and her hands were clasped together behind her. ?I?m begging you, Master. I will do anything you want to please you. Please use me, use my body.?She remained like that. I sat, feeling a great sense of satisfaction that I had been able to bring her to this stage, and so quickly. And, to be honest, I was surprised and grateful that she had come to trust me, to know that I would not allow any harm to come to her by making such a plea.It was clear that she had long harbored these feelings, and had never known what to do with them. It was as if something inside her had been set free, and she was thrilled at the feeling.?Kneel up, girl, and wait there.?She lifted her torso so that it was vertical again. I got up and went to my pack and got out a flat-bottomed cereal bowl, then knelt down, and slid it underneath her, between her legs, prompting her to spread them wider to make room.It was now positioned directly under her cunt, and I could see where her cunt honey had dripped into the ground beneath her. Her entreaties were entirely sincere; she really did want to be my slut. Or at least her cunt wanted her to be.*?That bowl beneath you will catch your cunt honey. I want it filled to the level of the first knuckle of your pinky before I?m willing to touch you. You may masturbate while I wait to fill it more quickly. You are not allowed to cum. Understand???Yes, Master.? Her left hand moved down to her groin. She shuffled her knees wider apart, then slowly began to stroke her clit. Her right hand moved to her tits, and she began to massage, then twist, then pull her nipples, gently at first, then harder. Her mouth opened and her eyes closed as she submerged into the erotic feelings
almanbahis giriş that were washing over her.?And Sara, I want you to describe what you are, and what you?re doing in graphic, dirty detail. Start now.?Her eyes flicked open, she glanced at me, licked her lips, then shut her eyes, and started speaking. ?I?m a hot fucking slut who is playing with herself, masturbating, playing with my clit, naked and outside in public. I want to be your fucktoy, a helpless cunt who desperately wants to be fucked, and will do anything to get your cock inside me. I?m a dirty pussy who needs to be punished for having wicked thoughts, and being driven by what my cunt wants??I got up and left her doing this, and gradually worked my way around the camp, finished up clean-up, and gradually prepared for the things I had ahead of us.Then I circled back and sat down opposite her.She had stopped speaking, but her mouth was open, her cheeks were flushed, and she was panting. She was rubbing her clit hard now and squeezing her nipples.Her eyes opened when she heard me, and she spoke, ?Oh God, please Master, I so desperately want to cum, please??I just shook my head. ?Not a chance, slut, we?ve only just started. How much honey has your cunt dripped into your bowl??She stopped the motion of her hands and dipped her left pinky into the bowl. ?It?s well over my first knuckle, Master ? almost to my second.?I smiled, ?You really are a hot box, aren?t you???Yes, Master ? please won?t you let me???Quiet,? I said softly, and she stopped speaking abruptly.?Pull the bowl out in front of you.?She reached between her knees and dragged the bowl through the dirt into the space between her knees, being careful not to spill the contents.?I want you to brand yourself with your own cunt juice. Put your fingers into your cunt to get them wet, then I want you to print ?SLUT? on your forehead, where everyone will be able to see it, ?CUNT? over your shaved pussy, and ?FUCKTOY? across your tits. Do it now.?Two of the fingers of her right-hand dove into her cunt, making a squelching noise as they entered, then came out glistening. With an almost comical look of concentration on her face, she traced the word ?SLUT? across her forehead ? backward, of course, so that it read properly from my side. Dipping back into her cunt, she looked down at her abdomen and printed ?CUNT? just above her naked mound, then, taking a deep breath, she gathered more juice and started to write ?FUCKTOY? across her chest, pausing to renew her juice twice.When she was done, she seemed surprised that the letters only showed because they glistened, and even that would cease once they dried. But I knew she would feel the presence of the words as if they were printed in big, black letters ? which I had done with another submissive in an earlier relationship.
