A Bit Of Fun In The Woods

"This will do." Jess said. "Bag please."

Gary handed her the holdall and she fetched out the wrist cuffs from home.

"Strip to the waist and put these on." Jess said in a 'matter of fact' voice before passed the cuffs to Gary and, whilst he was complying she fetched a length of rope out of the bag and, with a practised swing tossed it so that it went over a branch that overhung the clearing. "What? Didn't you know I used to be a Girl Scout?" She joked.

In moments Gary found himself standing with his hands over his head. Jess tied off the rope adjusting it until he was at full stretch but still taking his weight on his feet.

"Now then, I don't want to hear a squeak out of you." Jess said in a playful voice. "So I think a gag is in order. Unfortunately I don't seem to have brought one. Now, what can I use...? Oh, I know." She reached up under her skirt, pulled down her panties and stepped out of them. "Yes, these will do fine. Open wide." Gary opened his mouth and Jess balled up her panties and pushed them inside. She reached into the bag and fetched out a silk scarf which she fastened around his head holding the panties in place before standing back to admire her handy work.

"Very pretty but you're a bit... overdressed, don't you think." She came and stood next to him and, as her fingers fiddled with his belt buckle she reached up and kissed him on the nose. Then, gripping his jeans either side if his hips she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and slid the whole lot down until they were puddled around his ankles. She slipped off his shoes and helped him step out of his jeans and boxers.

"Ooh look!" She exclaimed. "Someone's enjoying this." She stood up and took his rigid penis in her hand. Gently she eased his foreskin back and forth over his glans and Gary shuddered as his penis seemed to get harder than ever. There eyes met, hers twinkling with wicked amusement, his already pleading for more.

"And that's enough of that to be going on with." Jess retuned to the bag and fetched out two more cuffs, a pair of tent pegs and a rubber mallet. As she bent down to fetch the stuff out of the bag the hem of her skirt rode up at the back and, knowing only too well that her panties were in his mouth, Gary got a tantalising 'almost' view. She came back to where he hung and drove the tent pegs into the soft turf either side of him so that, once Gary's cuffed ankles were attached to them, his feet were maybe three feet apart. It was now much harder for him to retain his balance and he was starting to take some of his weight with his arms. Then she went back to the bag and as she retrieved something from it, Gary once again got a teasing half view of his favourite pair of buttocks. When she stood up he saw that she was holding something that looked like a cross between a riding crop and a fly swat. The business end was maybe ten centimetres square and she flicked it back and forth experimentally.

"Now then, let's see how well this works." She went round behind him and flicked the end across one buttock. Gary gave a squeak, as much of surprise as of pain. "A little harder, perhaps?" This time she chose the other buttock and, as suggested, was less restrained. Gary was starting to realise that, far more than their sessions back at his flat, Jess was not going to hold back.

"You see..." She continued. "Back at the flat I have to worry about making too much noise, about upsetting the neighbours, but out here... out here I can make as much noise as I want. We have the whole place to ourselves. Don't we?" Another quick flick caught Gary out and he once again squeaked in pain. "But why am I doing this? Is it because you've been a slob – again? Is it because you left a black tide mark in my bath last Thursday? Is it because you lay in bed all Saturday morning instead of getting up and helping with the cores? Well, what do you think?"

All this time Jess had been circling Gary, giving occasional flicks with the crop. Now she stood in front of him and was pleased to see that, despite the concerned look on his face, his penis still stood proud and strong. She reached up and gave his right nipple a tweak with her finger nails. "Well, slave, what do you think."

With his mouth full of Jess's panties Gary was in no position to answer. However Jess seemed to be demanding something to he tried to say 'I don't know' although all that came out were muffled sounds. He shook his head.

"I can't hear you." Jess said. Gary tried again. "What's that? You don't know." Gary nodded gratefully. "Well, you may not know but I do, I've tied you up because I can, because I want to and now we're going to see just how many strokes of this you can take."

She went back round behind him and started to really lay into him. She had to use a certain amount of caution. The sight of his rapidly reddening buttocks was really getting to her, as was the thwack of the leather on his backside and the squeak of pain that accompanied it so she had to be careful not to get carried away. From time to time she would move around to in front of him and smack his nipples for a change and she was pleased to see that, despite the fact that he was obviously hurting his erection was as hard as ever. She upped the tempo a bit, trying to find that fine line between pain and pleasure and was actually hitting quite hard before a change in the tone of his muffled cries told her that he'd reached his limit.

She went back round in front of him.

"Had enough?" She asked. Gary nodded and she could see that his face was tear stained and, if it weren't for the evidence of his still semi-hard penis she would have thought the poor lad had really suffered. "And are you ready to say thank you?"

Gary nodded fervently so Jess went over to where the rope was fastened off and let it free. Gary slumped to his knees. She quickly untied the rope from his wrist cuffs, unfastened his ankles from the tent pegs and undid the scarf holding her panties in his mouth. Then she went over to where she had laid a blanket on a suitable log and lay along it.

"Here, slave, come and thank your Mistress."

Gary took no time in shuffling across the clearing and burying his head between her thighs. He was slightly surprised to find out just how turned on Jess was. He knew she enjoyed D/s games as much as he did but, as he eased the lips of her sex apart with his tongue he found that she was fully aroused, her juices were flowing freely and her clitoris was an inflamed bulb of flesh. As ever he started slowly but she was having none of that and told him to get on with it if he didn't want another beating.

Almost immediately Gary was glad they were deep in the woods as Jess held nothing back and vocalised her growing arousal in ways she would never dare do back at the flat. Partially it was instructions to go harder, to stay there, not to stop, partially it was cries of pure passion, pure fever, pure animal desire until with a massive "Oh Yes!!!" she came, her cries disturbing a flock of starlings.

It took Jess a few moments to get her breath back before she sat up, got up, off the log and pushed Gary backwards to the ground. Straddling him she reached under her skirt so that, as she lowered herself down onto him, she could guide his penis deep inside her. Again there was the passion, the intensity the power as she rode him and rode him hard. She lent forward and rested her hands on his shoulders, gripping furiously as she rubbed her groin back and forth, back and forth.

"You're mine, aren't you?" She asked breathlessly.

"Yes, yours Mistress." Gary replied.

"What are you?" There was an edge in Jess's voice now.

"I'm yours." Gary repeated.

"My what?"

"Your slave, Mistress, your slave, your... ughhhh.... ughhhh....Oh Jess!!!!"

With a shudder Gary exploded inside his Goddess and, as he nearly blacked out with pleasure, he was vaguely aware of Jess climaxing too.

For a while the only noise was the feint rustle of the wind in the leaves. In the end it was Jess who spoke first.

"Are you OK?" She asked tentatively.

"OK? God, Jess, that was fantastic." Gary replied.

"But your poor bottom..."

"Well, I won't pretend I won't be feeling sore for a while but it was worth it, oh, god it was worth it. Oh, Jess, I love you so much, really, really I do."

"You're not so bad yourself." Jess joked. "Now, let's get dressed and back to the car before it's too dark to see."

She stood up and went over to the bag and started tidying the bits and pieces away whilst Gary put his clothes back on. She saw him wince as the waistband of his boxers went over his buttocks; she really had laid into him pretty hard but there were no complaints from his side and definitely none from hers. Already she was planning their next trip, after all, in a couple of months the summer would be over and it would be too cold for outdoor games.

Dressed at last Gary came over and gave Jess a long, long hug.

"Jess, darling, thank you, thank you so much." He said as they broke.

"Thanks for what?" Jess asked.

"For... for... for playing along with my kinky side." Gary looked slightly abashed. "You're so good to me."

"Yes, I am good to you." Jess replied. "But what makes you think I'm doing this to play along to your kinky side? Now grab the bag, it's getting dark."

Hand in hand they returned through the woods, each one wondering how they had got so lucky as to find their perfect lover.