Kinky Forest Night Retreat - WLW

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I like bringing you out to the woods, it's one of my favorite things. My primal heart just loves being in nature. I also like knowing you don't know where we're at, it's a little bit of that fear that gets to me.

You see, I picked this tree specifically for you, I love how the branches extend out, like an X, the roots there, they jut out just right. It's perfect for suspending you with the cuffs. I know you like rope, but today we're going to be doing the cuffs.

You know how much I love leather against your skin, and you know I love the smell of it. Such a different sensation as opposed to the bark from the tree that's going to be in your back. You like that pet, don't you? You like the idea of being dressed up to that tree here in the woods, to where the other kinky hikers see and watch you suffer for me.

Huh? That's it, well I do things to you too. You know I can't just let that little sopping pussy of yours go, now can I? No.

No? Are you ready? Good girl.

Now, stand up. I lean down and put the cuff around your ankle, tightening the leather of the chains clinking on the floor, the sound dampened by the leaves underneath, but the metal very apparent. I slide my hand up and down your legs, letting you know that I'm there for you, bringing you to that wonderful subspace, that head of yours becoming mine, going over to your other ankle.

I close the leather around there too, the chains clinging metallic in the air. I run my hands along your leg, up and down. I rise up, I give you signal for cuffing.

A well-trained, behaved little pet you are. Knew the symbol and right away held your hands out in front of me with your head down, your wrists exposed and ready for cuffing. I tighten both the leather straps, smooth and slightly cool from the air in the chilly mountains.

Your flesh poking the air, dancing on it, the little prickles running up and down, the chill inevitably to come, sending it down your spine. The sound of the metal wettening you, tingling your clit, throbbing and aching. You're dripping.

I look at your face, put my nail underneath your chin, making you look at me. Now be a good girl and walk over there. Place your back against the tree, step up on the stub.

I connect your arms to a bar, your wrists dangling as I hoist it up, pulling you taut. I connect your ankles, the metal wrapped around the bark and the roots, holding you still. I tighten you some more, pulling you completely exposed, spread, eagle on this tree.

Place your back against the bark, the cool air blowing through the trees, dancing on your skin. I love when your flesh looks like that, your nipples taut, searching for the warmth, but it's only going to come with me fucking you. Oh, there's people coming.

Look, Patch, you're going to be a good girl, aren't you? You're going to give me what I want. You're going to put on a beautiful show of submission for these hikers, aren't you? That's what I thought.

You will be a good girl. You'll pay attention to me and only me. You'll feel me inside of you.

You'll feel me rubbing you. You won't be able to move but just a mere inch or so, but you will fuck my hand. You will be a good girl, won't you? That's what I thought.

Now, here they come. I slide my nails in the inside of your thighs, down, leaving marks on my prey. Captured, I have you here and oh, so willing.

A plump, right piece of prey for me to devour today. Such a good girl. You twinge at the pain as it sears hot on your skin, right between your thighs.

Adding to the pulsations in your clit. You're dripping. Your hole aching for me to fill.

I do it along the side of your body, going from your armpit down across your ribs to the sides of your breasts. Down, right onto your sides. The soft, fleshy part digging in underneath my nails as I grab you.

Smell your arousal. Feel you writhe underneath my fingertips. Listen to your whimpers and moans of pain and pleasure, excitement and fear.

Your arousal, mine to control and use. I slide my fingers around your breasts, digging my nails in, marking you. My prey here.

No one will touch you. Mine. Seeing you give in to me.

Knowing that I can do whatever my primal heart desires to you. I reach my hand down, step to the side and wrap my leg around your thigh. My leather boots against your flesh, holding you there.

My corset hard against your hip. Sliding my hand inside of your gunt. Holding your arm underneath my hand.

Bracing you and feeling you. See how wet you are? You've yearned for this, haven't you? Yes, you have.

I slide my fingers around your pulsating clit, a throbbing and aching member. Yearning to grind against my palm as my fingers slide in. Curving to find that spot right there.

You see, pet, I know you better than you think. I know right where to get you. Now, looking up at you, just a mere inches above me, put on a show, fuck my hand.

As commanded, you writhe your hips back and forth and around, fucking my hand, using my fingers as I hold still. Making you find the right spot as you dig in further, up and down and around. Using me as I use you.

Entertain them, my pet. Show them what a good girl you really are. How trained and obedient you'll be.

They won't touch you, you're mine, I marked you. Feel that burning, stinging still on your flesh as the cold air whips against it. Move your hips, feel the bark attack your flesh, grinding and scratching.

You see, the faster you come, the faster this is over. The pain will cease. I yank you tighter to where you can't move, pulling on you.

All you can do is barely make a little squeak. Trying so hard to fuck my fingers, you writhe even harder, scratching your back. Tearing up the flesh more than my whips could.

All for you to eke out an orgasm, to entertain them for my pleasure. Such a good girl you are, that's it. Now this is the show I craved.

Your pleasure, your pain, showing you off. The leather on you, fucking you and using you. Such a good girl.

Come on, fuck my hand. That's it, you're so close. Be a good girl, or I'll leave you stranded here all night.

Oh, oh. You grind very hard against my fingers. Your orgasm shudders through your body as you gush and throb and grip, pulsating onto my hand.

You're spent and tight against the leather. After a while, your body shudders and stops. I slide my hand down and feed it to you.

Clean up. Taste what a good girl you really are. I lick my fingers after you.

Mmm. You are such a good girl. I make a signal and the hikers move on.

I pull down the bar, releasing you from the tautness, allowing the weight to pull you down, holding you against my body. I deftly unhook them, allowing the metal to clank down onto the wood, tingling down a little bit, releasing the cuffs. I hold you right against me.

Mmm. That's such a good girl you are. Now, here, put your cloak back on.

Stay warm. You did an excellent show, my pet. I can't wait to reward you with more prizes and stuff when we get back to the cabin.

This is going to be a weekend you're never going to forget, my pet. Mmm.