It was peaceful in the shade of the trees. Even the birds had stopped singing in the heat of the summer afternoon. The leaf litter crunched softly as they walked through the woods, picking their way along a barely perceptible trail through the undergrowth.

“Come on. This way.” Sebastian tugged gently at the chain attached to her collar and Sophie followed him obediently. He pulled a branch back out of the way and gestured for her to walk in front of him. She ducked through the opening and stepped out onto a wide grassy bank overlooking a small lake. A moorhen skittered across the water away from them, startled by their presence.

“How did you find this place?” Sophie asked. They had walked for at least thirty minutes from where they had left the car and they hadn’t seen anyone else since they left the main path.

“Don’t worry about that,” Sebastian said. He wrapped the chain around his hand and pulled her towards him. She felt a rush of excitement and bit her lip as she looked up at him expectantly. She wanted to kiss him, to wrap her hands in his hair, to feel his body pressed against hers, but she resisted the temptation, waiting for him to make the next move.

He stroked her cheek with his free hand. “You’re a good girl, aren’t you?”

Her heart skipped a beat.

“Yes, Sir,” she replied.

“Are you going to show me how good you can be?”

“Yes, Sir.” The words had become a ritual indicating that their play session had begun and she surrendered herself to him.

He smiled and then kissed her. She kissed him back hungrily, as if they had been apart for months. As they kissed, he unclipped the lead from her collar and slipped it into his pocket.

“Give me the bag,” he ordered.

Sophie slid the backpack off and held it towards him with both hands. She wondered what he had packed for them. What had he planned?

He opened the bag without taking it from her and removed a blanket, which he spread on the ground beside them. Then he took the bag and tossed it onto the blanket before turning his attention back to her.

“Undress.” He watched intently as she pulled her T-shirt over her head, exposing her breasts, slipped off her trainers, and then removed her jeans and thong in one movement. She folded her clothes neatly and placed them in a pile, just as he had taught her to do. She felt exposed standing naked in the sunlight while he was still fully clothed, but being so vulnerable with him was exciting and intoxicating.

He reached out and ran his hands lightly over her arms making her skin tingle before cupping her breasts and squeezing them firmly. He kissed her again, more forcefully than the last time. He pinched her nipples and the sharp pain made her gasp and moan into his mouth. His hands moved on, exploring her body. Down her back and squeezing her ass. She melted into his touch, wrapping her arms around him, silently begging him for more.

When he pulled away, she felt bereft and it took everything she had not to pull him back to her. He picked up the bag and Sophie didn’t immediately recognise the small black object that he withdrew. He walked behind her and she felt soft fabric being wrapped around her head.

“Can you see?” He asked.

“No, Sir,” she replied. Her voice faltered slightly as her anticipation grew.

“Good.” She could hear the grin creeping into his voice. She heard him pick up the bag again and then felt his hands on her waist. “Come, this way.” He guided her forwards and she felt the blanket under her feet. “Kneel down.”

“Yes, Sir,” she acknowledged and tried to kneel down as gracefully as possible.

“Arms out.” She complied and felt cool metal wrap its self around her wrists and heard the sound of the lock snap shut on the cuffs. She relaxed and rested her hands in her lap. “Keep them out.”

“Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.” She held her bound hands back out in front of her. She felt him fiddling with the cuffs and then heard him move away from her for a few moments before her arms were pulled firmly but gently upwards above her head and she was lifted up onto her knees.

“Now, that’s a beautiful sight,” he purred. Sophie could feel the wetness growing between her legs. She wanted him to touch her there so that he could see how much she was enjoying this.

The rope stayed taught as he moved towards her. She felt his breath cooling the hot skin on her neck and then his tongue making its way down to her shoulder. Then, pain and pleasure shot through her as he bit the special point where her neck and shoulder joined that always made her weak at the knees. She moaned and collapsed into the restraints, momentarily unable to support herself.

He worked his way down her body, alternating between bites and kisses and caressing her with his hands. One of his hands worked its way between her thighs and she pushed her hips forward to grind against his palm. He stroked her pussy lips, smearing her fluids across them cooling the sensitive skin. He drew a slick finger along her slit and circled her clit a few times making her groan and shudder.

“You like being tied up in the forest, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir,” she replied, her voice strained.

“You know, this lake isn’t really all that private. There are some houses just a short walk from here. Anyone could come and see you like this. They could see what a dirty slut you are, getting wet just from being tied to a tree. You really are filthy, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“What are you?”

“I’m a filthy slut, Sir.”

“Yes, you are. Whatever should I do with you?”

“I don’t know, Sir.”

“Should I make you cum?” He slipped a finger inside her and began to fuck her with it slowly.

“Yes, please, Sir,” she groaned.

“Why should I do that?” He slipped another finger insider her making her groan again.

“Because I’m a good girl, Sir.”

“I thought you were a filthy slut.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Well, which is it? Are you a good girl who deserves to cum or a filthy slut who deserves to be punished.” He curled his fingers forward pushing them into her g-spot.

“I’m both, Sir.”

“You are, aren’t you? You’re such a good slut.” He fucked with his fingers a few times and then withdrew them sharply and pushed them into her mouth. She sucked them clean, enjoying the sweet musky taste of her own sex. “But if you are both, then you need both punishment and pleasure. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He wiped his hand across her face and breasts before walking away from her. A moment later, a sharp pain set her right buttock on fire. She yelped at the unexpected blow and lurched forward, pulling at her restraints. She took a deep breath and composed herself, returning to her original position.

“Good girl. Ready?”

“Yes—”

She was interrupted by another blow to her left buttock, but this time she was more prepared and she only gasped in response. A volley of blows followed and the fire in her behind seemed to grow. Each strike stung more than the last, but she resisted the urge to shy away from them, willing her body to stay in position until she was shaking with the effort and the pain.

“Very nice.” Sebastian admired his handywork, running a hand over her burning ass. “Now, time for your reward.”

She felt him kneel down in front of her and then she heard the faint buzz of a vibrator. Her head lolled backwards as the soft tip buzzed against her clit. She moaned wantonly as he teased her with it, slowly circling her most sensitive spot. He moved the toy away from the bud of her clit and used it to massage down over each of her labia in turn. She desperately wanted to feel it inside of her. She longed for him to fuck her with it while he caressed her clit with his tongue, as he had done so many times before. But he just kept teasing her, brushing her clit with the toy only for the briefest of moments before moving it again. She moaned and writhed, pulling at the restraints as her frustration grew.

“What’s the matter?” Sebastion asked teasingly. “Don’t you like it?”

“No, Sir. I mean, yes, Sir. I mean… I love it, Sir.”

“You don’t sound sure. I guess I should stop.”

He turned the vibrator off and Sophie cried out in desperation. He left her there for a what felt like an eternity. She tried to listen for his movements, but she couldn’t hear him over the sound of her own heavy breathing. Then, a dull blow landed squarely between her shoulders. She flinched involuntarily and then braced herself just in time for the second impact from the flogger.

The blows rained down across her back, her ass, her thighs. The ones on her ass, already tender from the paddle stung the most and made her quiver and yelp in pain. Sophie felt herself become detached from her body as endorphins flooded her brain. She no longer cried out in pain but moaned softly with each blow. Time became meaningless and she didn’t know if it lasted minutes or hours. She felt like she was floating and her mind went quiet. Nothing existed outside that moment. When the blows eventually came to an end, she gradually became aware of Sebastian pressing himself against her bruised back, wrapping his arms around her waist. She leant back into him. His presence made her feel safe as she resurfaced from the depths of her intoxication.

“Hey, there you are.” He cooed softly in her ear and stroked her hair. They stayed in that position in silence for a few minutes as her pulse slowed and she slowly became more aware of her surroundings. The blindfold felt damp where it covered her eyes. She could feel the soft fabric of her Master’s shirt against her back and she could hear the sound of birds singing gleefully in the distance.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“Yes, Sir.” She sighed softly.

“Are you done?”

“No, Sir.”

“Are you sure?”

“Please, I want more, Sir.” Her voice sounded more desperate than she had intended.

“Well, in that case…” He began to kiss and suck her neck as he ran his hands over her stomach and up to her breasts. He massaged them softy and gently rolled her nipples between his fingers. Sophie could feel her body waking up again, her pulse rising, the heat growing between her thighs. Part of her wished he would let her down and make love to her in the sunshine. The other part, the bigger part, craved the torment she knew was coming. How long would he drag this out for? How many times would he bring her to the edge of release and then erase that with pain, only to build her up again? How long could she stand it?

His fingers were on her clit again, teasing her with slow deliberate movements. Her skin prickled like static and she could feel the pressure growing inside her. He could make her cum in seconds if he wanted to. Her legs began to shake. The pressure was growing inside her. She pulled at the rope as her body twitched. Her arms were getting tired from strain but she didn’t notice. Just a moment more and she would—a sharp slap landed right between her legs. She let out a primal wail as her body convulsed in betrayal.

“You don’t get to cum until I say you can. Understand?” His voice was firm.

Sophie heard the words but her brain couldn’t process them or fathom a reply.

“Do you understand, slut?”

“Yes, Sir.” She managed between gasps.

“When do you get to come?”

“When you say I can, Sir.”

“Exactly.” He grabbed her left breast and squeezed it hard making her whimper. “I’m going to beat you again. Are you ready?”

“Yes, Sir.”

The first blow from the flogger landed on her bruised ass. The second landed on her back. Each strike painted a new layer of pain across the canvas of her skin. He changed the angle of attack and the thongs wrapped around her waist leaving deep red welts in their wake. In that moment, Sophie surrendered. Her own desires faded away. Whatever he wanted to do to her, she would give herself over to it completely. If he wanted to torment her forever, well, she was his, mind, body, and soul.

More hits rained down on her. Sebastian worked his way around to her front, corrupting the virgin skin of her stomach and breasts. The strikes came faster and Sophie felt herself drifting away again. The blindfold became so wet with tears that they began to leak down her cheeks. The pain offered its own release and her body shuddered in ecstasy.

This time, when the blows stopped, she was distantly aware of Sebastian untying her hands. He held her arms up and slowly released the pressure on her joints and guided her down onto the blanket, onto her back. He kissed his way down over her breasts and stomach. She came round as she felt his soft tongue flick across her clit and she instinctively pushed her hips up towards him. He knew exactly how to play her, how to keep her on the edge until she was begging and pleading for release. He slid two fingers into her pussy and massaged her g-spot with the same rhythm he was using to tease her clit.

“Please can I come, Sir?” The words seemed to come from someone else.

“Not yet.” He barely paused as he replied.

Sophie moaned and tried desperately to resist and the pleasure became pain.

“Oh, please, Sir… I can’t…”

“You can cum.” With those words her body filled with white light and exploded. She cried out in relieve as all the tension vanished in an instant and waves of pleasure washed over her.

When she slumped back into the ground, Sebastion slid up alongside her and gently removed the blindfold. Sophie squinted up at him and smiled. He kissed her softly and whispered in her ear.

“You’re such a good girl.”