(I should preface this by explaining that the following piece of erotica was requested of me as a challenge by my currently-long-distance submissive, as we continue to explore ways to make long distance work in light of the pandemic)
Kal was wide-eyed, his stomach nervous with butterflies, as he parked in the small gravely lot outside the reservation. Anxious with anticipation, uneasy on new ground, riding on the razor’s edge border between responsibility and fantasy, and one could not be exchanged for the other. He would be walking a tightrope for the next two hours, and he had to execute this flawlessly.
Dusk was finally setting in the evening, and the warm midsummer day was beginning to cool. The sky was filled with reds and purples of a most spectacular sunset, but Kal had no time to marvel at it. He was focused on a singular prize.
He walked past only three cars still in the lot. One was hers - he recognized the broken mirror immediately. The other two meant they would not be alone on the trails. He was grateful when an older couple emerged from the woods with their golden retriever straining ahead on its leash. At least it meant only one person or group remained.
Seeing the leash reminded him to return and grab his backpack before descending into the path, past the marking sign and the map of hiking paths therein, and toward a small wooden bench where she waited for him. Also wide-eyed, also fidgeting, clearly as nervous as he. That was of great consolation to him.
He wanted to kiss her - they always kissed when meeting after a time, and oh could she kiss. But they had negotiated this for some time, and tonight they would role play as strangers. Kal smiled, cocked his head, a slight smile curled one corner of his mouth. “Excuse me,” he said from a distance. “I am supposed to be meeting someone here...”
“Well,” she grinned, eying him over her shoulder in that maddening way she had. “I certainly hope it’s me”. Good, he thought, she is in character as well.
They exchanged names and brief pleasantries, leaving their pseudonyms (Kal and Kitten) in place. He took her hands delicately in his, bent over and kissed it gently. He noticed she was shaking - or was it him? She rose, still looking up at him, mischief in both their eyes.
She wore a simple white blouse, tied in front just under her breasts, allowing a lacy, navy blue bra to peek out. Lite blue capri pants exposed her sexy ankles, simple flat slip-on sneakers were most sensible for a hike, and for what else was in store later. She was ready, but true to character, she didn’t “appear” ready.
Kal, in true form as always, wore his tight black V-neck t-shirt and even tighter black jeans and boots, leather bracelets strapped to his left wrist, his Celtic cross and shield catching each reflection of light as it dangled from his neck.
They walked and talked, each telling stories as if they had met for the first time, some of it fiction to keep it interesting, some of it tantalizingly and teasingly true. As they conversed they hiked for some time through the woods, as the setting sun dimmed the light around them.
They stopped on a large rock in the trees, overlooking a waterfall and powerful white water river that gushed and sparkled with the radiance of the brilliant reds and purples of the evening sky, and both stopped to marvel in its beauty. That was when he kissed her. Once first, gently, tenderly, tasting her like she was a fine wine. As each second passed the kiss became more passionate. He touched her face, she held his forearm, his arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her close. She could feel his bulge against her hip.
He slipped his hand under her blouse to cup her breast and she giggled as he pulled the knot out with one simple pull. Pinning her arms behind her in her blouse with one hand, he unclipped her bra in front with the other and let her magnificent breasts spill out in front if him, continuing to passionately kiss her.
“Mister Foster,” she whispered. “You have me at quite the disadvantage.”
“The question, Kitten, is how far will you go?”
She grinned devilishly, standing before him two feet away, slipping her pants down her long, perfect legs, until she stood before him wearing nothing but her guitar string bracelets, her shoes and a smile.
“You really trust me,” he marveled.
“I do,” she assured.
These were the words they had agreed to exchange before there was no going back.
From his backpack he produced a collar, with a bell and a key hanging from the ring in front. She smiled as he placed it on her. She looked puzzled - he had not filled her in on the details of the scene, only the basic substance had been negotiated. He placed the collar around her neck, buckling it and then padlocking it closed. Her hand went up to feel the lock and her skin flushed.
“The key will never reach the lock,” she noticed, even as Kal took her wrists and began to bind them behind her back.
“Kitten, that key doesn’t match the collar,” he explained, as he gathered her clothes and tucked them into a waterproof bag he had produced from his backpack, zipping it and locking it shut. “The key matches this bag.”
There is a moment in every scene between a Dominant and his submission where the Dominant wonders if he can indeed be “that” sadistic. Can he really go through with it. Can he be that cold, for the sake of the game.
It is essential that he can be.
With that he tossed the bag, with her clothes, into the river.
“NO!” She screamed as she watched the rapids whisking them away.
“You may want to keep your voice down, Kitten. We aren’t the only ones in the woods.” With that he produced a ball gag and popped it in her mouth. she had no choice but to accept it, protesting all the while as he too locked that in place.
“Kitten, your clothes will wash downstream into a pond. I will give you a five minute head start. If you make it to the pond first you may retrieve the bag and your clothes, and the spare keys to your collar and gag...”
“But if I catch you first...” Kal threatened, removing a leather flogger from his bag.
With an exasperated groan, she began to run, not even allowing him to finish.
He chuckled, watching her speed off, naked, bound, dodging bushes and rocks as she made her way down the hill as rapidly as possible. The jingling of the little bell on her collar grew fainter and fainter as the distance between them grew. He had pulled off the initial stage of this flawlessly, turning her primal/prey fantasy into reality with the twist of a very compromising predicament for her.
He had plenty of time. He could not lose. She didn’t know the area. He had scoped it out days ago, and as always was thoroughly prepared. He walked to a birch tree near the river and found the line he had tied to it last Friday, and reeled it in to pull the bag with her clothes in it from the river, which he had tied off moments earlier without her noticing. He would never risk their loss in the river.
He had executed the opening move flawlessly.
Now he would hun
After three and a half minutes, he scooped up the backpack, scrambled across a log fallen over the river, and slipped into the darkness.
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With the fading sunlight, Kitten had lost track of the path along the river but was doing her best to keep close to it - not so close that Kal would spot her, but to remain on track to get to the pond he had described below. She would take a few steps and hide behind a tree... a few more, crouched behind a rock. And DAMN this bell announcing to the entire woods where she was at all times!
The bushes were brushing and scratching her legs. She was unable to move as quickly as she would like for fear of tripping on a root or rock, and without use of her hands a fall would be painful at best.
Every sound around her made her jump. Surely he was after her by now, tracking her through the woods. She would stop and listen at each hiding place, peering around to see if she could spot him, although again, with his dark clothes versus her porcelain white skin, he had almost too many advantages, and she knew it.
When she heard voices coming down the hill, she fell dead still. Voices. Kal had no one to talk to, so that meant these were just hikers. The thought of being discovered like this was just too mortifying.
She had to wait, perfectly still, as they passed by. She knew this meant she was losing precious moments of time against Kal hunting her but she had little choice but to wait until the couple moved along and she could no longer hear them.
When she finally emerged from the bushes that barely hid her, she turned to glance down the path to ensure they were gone - and came face to face with Kal ten feet away, grinning, his pack over his shoulder.
She shrieked, muffled only slightly under the gag.
“Really, Kitten, you can do better than that.”
She began to run, in the direction opposite the hikers that had just passed, as best she could, huffing for breath. He was toying with her.
*************
Kal watched with amusement as Kitten stumbled through the trees, making a ridiculous amount of noise. He barely had to walk a quick pace to keep up, following the sound of her breaking through the brush, snapping twigs and jingling her little bell and grunting in frustration, fear and exhaustion. But he also had to watch for her safety - a bad fall and a difficult-to-explain trip to the ER would kill this mood right quick. He had to ensure common sense and her protection over any kind of excitement or arousal, no matter how severe.
She was rightly and duly fucked. And he had diverted her exactly to where he wanted her to end up.
As Kitten rushed back up the path in the darkness, she never saw the net stretched barrows the trail. She crashed right into it and it wrapped around her as she twisted, falling on her side on the soft mossy forest floor.
Within moments, her predator was standing over her as she futilely struggled to stand.
Breaking character, just for a moment of safety, he whispered, “are you okay?” She nodded.
Without another word he grabbed her hair and pulled her to her feet, clipping a chain leash to her collar. She whimpered as he tugged the leash - she hesitated for a moment but realized her options were extremely limited now, and the safest bet was to follow him.
He led her back up the path and then a little off through the trees to a clearing with two young oak trees, and quickly tied the leash to one of the tree trunks, forcing her to stand and watch, her heart pounding. He pulled rope from his beg and tied one piece each to her wrists in a neat single column, then threaded the other end through the branches and back down to him in the middle. Holding tight, he untied her wrists from behind her back, only to pull on the two new ropes to immediately stretch her between the two saplings. He tied these off to keep her well stretched, then tied off her ankles as well, spreading her nicely into a very vulnerable “X.”
Kal approached Kitten, brushed back her disheveled hair to reveal eyes glaring back, breathing heavy. Her face and arm were dirty from falling, her legs scratched, a twig and a burr dangling from her hair. He caressed her cheek gently.
“Looks like I win, Kitten,” Kal grinned.
The sheer power trip of it was intoxicating to Kal. He had her helpless, exactly as he wanted, exactly as SHE wanted.
Her naked body in the fresh moonlight now was a sight to behold and Kal took a few moments to take in the visual like a well-earned trophy. But he knew his time was limited - the tied position and especially the ballgag would take a physical toll on her, and snap her out of it, so he had little time to rest in the glory of it all. Kal placed his pack in front of her and removed his favorite flogger, a large, 40-tail, 8-pound monster. She shuddered and emitted an anxious moan.
Kitten growled in hopeless frustration as he ran his fingers along her back in the cooling night air, then rained blow after blow of the flogger down on her outstretched back in increasing intensity, until her head began to sway limp. He had broken her.
With that, he faced her, and dropped his jeans. His fingers slid inside her wet, slick cunt that was now so hungry for him. Her eyes widened, bewildered at the adventure he had taken her on. A thin line of drool escaped the ballgag that had been worn too long, but she would have to wear it a few moments longer.
Adrenaline overtook Kal Foster. He knelt in front of her and buried his face in her freshly shaven pussy, kissing it like they were her own lips, sliding his tongue to flick and caress her engorged clitoris. Rarely had she come without the aid of a wand, but she had at Kal’s hand years before. She was in a divine state of arousal and helplessness at her Master’s command, and come she did with a low, strong and loud moan that would cause any living creature within a mile to take note.
But he was relentless, and one was not enough. As she whimpered and shuddered into a second wave, twisting against her bonds, he stood, and in one thrust he impaled himself on her with such force that it lifted her outstretched legs off the ground. After her orgasm he bounced her on his rock hard cock a couple dozen times until he came as well, yanking her hair back as he did.
She stood there for a moment, holding her up, breathing as one. Kal reached behind her and with one hand released the knot that kept her arms outstretched. They fell to her sides like a rag doll. He lowered her to the ground to a quilted blanket he lad laid behind her out of her sight, then cut her ankles free with a knife in two swift strokes.
They lay there, clutching each other tight in the moonlight for hours, wrapped in blankets, as he stroked her hair and reassured her back from the brink. When she could coherently speak again, he returned her clothes to her and they laughed as he described all he had done to set it up - the bag, the line, the net, scoping out the terrain, to make her fantasy an exciting and safe reality.
He would not unlock her collar until well into the next day.
