A Stroll through the Park Pt. 02

Then her breath catches and her entire body shudders, overtaken by orgasm. Now we have a problem. She knows better than to cum without permission, that is one rule that never changes. I speak to confirm my suspicions.

"You just came, didn't you?" I ask with a fire in my voice that she knows means she's in trouble.

"....yes, Master. I'm sorry." She stutters.

"You should be. You didn't ask permission." I remind her, annoyed that it's even necessary.

And now I'm pissed. This is an unacceptable slip-up and this time she's going to learn from her mistake. I realize that here in the car I'm limited in my punishment options...but then my mind turns to the phone in my lap. Her clit should still be nice and sensitive from the orgasm - time to make her fucking squirm. I select the button for the most powerful vibration this toy has to offer, ready to see her beg for mercy. She hates over-stimulation, but I hate disobedience even more.

She's practically climbing out of her skin, completely unable to handle the stimulation overload on her clit. She begs so desperately, practically screaming: "Master please, it's too much, I can't take it. I'm so sorry I came without permission, it won't happen again! I promise!"

"Good girl." Enough is enough; I've made my point. I tap another button that will reduce the frequency of the buzzing to a more tolerable level. She sinks back into her seat, clearly relieved.

"Make that mistake again and I won't be so generous with your punishment. Now be quiet and sit still like a good whore." She's been made aware that she's on thin ice now. I hope for her sake she knows better than to test it any further.

A few minutes pass as my whore is in ecstasy next to me, and I consider selecting another vibrating option - but then realize the traffic is too heavy for me to look at my phone. Fuck...what now? I have to improvise; she'll need to take over. I grab the phone off my lap and hand it to her:

"I'm driving, I can't control the remote anymore. So you're going to have to do it. Take my phone from my hand."

She blindly reaches out and clumsily takes it from me, laying it to rest in her lap. I realize I have to give her a quick verbal tutorial on how to use it without being able to see.

"On the screen are buttons for all the different tricks this little toy can perform. When I tell you to, you will tap the screen and endure whatever kind of vibration you receive until you are told to change it again."

"Yes, Master."

After sitting at a stoplight for what felt like forever, I decide it's time for another change and instruct her to select a different option from the app. She feels along the sides of the phone in her hand, in what I'm assuming is an attempt to map out the screen in her mind. She taps a button, I can't see which, and then leans back with a smile on her face. I wonder how long she can stay silent. I really want her to get this task right, so I remind her, even though I shouldn't:

"I'm watching you and I know what you're thinking. One little moan and we go back home. Don't disappoint me."

Her smile disappears - the perfect reaction. I can see her stiffen her posture; she's visibly fighting to keep her composure. Excellent. It's a beautiful thing to watch her struggle at my hands. Traffic slows as we near our destination. I decide to give her a small hint to indicate that this part of the game is almost over:

"Just a few more minutes until we arrive. Tap the screen again."

She predictably does as she is told, selecting another pattern by tapping a button on the screen. Her body language changes and she relaxes into what must be a more tolerable vibration for the last leg of the drive. We've made it to the park - I locate a parking spot and pull in, putting the car in gear and the key in my pocket. Aware that the vibe is still in action, I need my phone back.:

"Hand me the phone."

She holds up the phone and I gently take it from her, then move to get out of the car without another word. I take my time circling the car to her door, leaving her alone with her thoughts for a brief moment, knowing she's probably gone through a thousand questions in her head by now. I open her door and undo her seat belt, making sure that I get as close to her as possible without touching her. Immediately after unbuckling her I give her a command before she has time to stand:

"Take your panties off and hand them to me."

She gracefully slips her panties off her hips and down her legs, pulling them off over her shoes and handing them to me. I pocket them for possible later use, and grab her by the hand to help her out of the car. Now for the unveiling. Concerned for her eyes going from absolute darkness to bright sunshine, I think last minute to warn her:

"I'm taking the blindfold off now – it's rather bright out here. Close your eyes."

I reach behind her head and slip the blindfold off, careful not to mess up her hair.

"Take your time to adjust to the light. I'm right here."

As she does, slowly opening her eyes while shielding them from the sun with her hand, I take a moment to appreciate how pretty she looks. Seeing her naked in all her glory will always be my favorite, but I like her this way too. Even looking at her fully dressed, in a public setting, I can feel myself start to stiffen. There's a reason she's my slut and nobody else's; she lights a fire in me and constantly stokes it with her love and obedience. She belongs to me, and there is no mistaking the fact that I belong to her too.

As her eyes adjust to the light, she's clearly confused as to where I've brought her. A smile spreads across my face, I can't help it. She turns to me with a lost look on her face; this is clearly not what she was expecting. I grab her hand and say:

"Come with me. We're going for a little stroll through the park."

She grabs my hand and we move through the parking lot to the park entrance. She's walking like a duck and it's fucking hilarious - but I dare not laugh. I simply correct her instead:

"You're walking funny. Fix that."

She changes her stride a bit, straightens her back and legs, and keeps walking. Much better. I can tell she's frustrated, but I want to see how far she can go without needing reassurance. As we enter the park she's walking normally again, but clearly has a storm brewing in her mind. The look on her face is not a good one, I've seen it enough to know.

"Relax. I mean it. You are thinking way too much."

Instead of relaxing, her face falls and I immediately see defeat written all over it. She's beating herself up inside, I know it. That will not do.

"What's wrong? Your whole demeanor has changed. You think you're going to fail, don't you? Trust me, you won't. It would be impossible ."

Her previously calm exterior cracks a bit and her voice is shaky as she replies: "But it's so hard..."

She knows better than to talk back, regardless of the circumstances. "Don't make the mistake of interrupting me again. You are trying your best, yes? You may answer that."

"Yes Master, I'm trying."

"And that's all I could possibly ask from you. You're doing fine, you just need to relax. All you have to do is listen to me and follow my commands as always. You can do that, right?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good. Let's keep going then."

She gathers her wits once again, wipes the tears from her eyes, and takes a deep breath as we continue to walk through the park, clutching my hand in a death grip. We're coming up on my favorite spot, and I find myself hoping it calms her. There's a nice little pond with some ducks and people feeding them. We can see some kids on the far playground, and hear their screams and giggles. As she looks on, I decide to turn off the vibe and see if she notices. I look at her in shock and disbelief as I switch the vibe app off and she doesn't even flinch. She clearly needs a moment. I stand and wait patiently, holding her hand as she collects her thoughts. After a minute or two of quiet contemplation, she looks at me, finally realizing the vibe is off.

"Yeah, I turned it off a few minutes ago. It took you awhile to notice, I lost you there for a minute."

"I'm sorry, my mind was wandering. This place is...really nice."

"I thought you might like it."

She's seemingly no longer paying attention to anything but me - she's back where I need her, and now I find myself getting excited to show her the real reason I brought her here. Without releasing her hand, I turn to a distant part of the park, secluded from the rest of the people. There's a stone bench under a tree; it's nicely shaded and perfectly private. This will do very nicely for what I have in mind. As we approach the bench, I release her hand and give her my phone before taking a seat. Now comes the tricky part - not being noticed. I've put a lot of thought into how I'm going to accomplish this.

"Stand in front of me and make it look like you're texting."

She does as she is told, obscuring me from view. I wince a bit as I struggle to free my dick from the zipper of my slacks. Got hard a little too fast. Down, boy.

"Lift the back of your dress - discreetly. Then sit on my lap and be gentle about it."

As she bends over to sit, I adjust myself a bit so she'll feel that I'm ready for her. She freezes in place when she feels my cock poke her in the thigh as she goes to sit, but then manages to perch on my lap without hurting me. But the way she's sitting is clearly unnatural and therefore unacceptable. She needs to be more discreet.

"Get in a comfortable position that looks natural."

She turns her legs to the side and puts her arms around my neck, smiling up at me. "Done."

"Good. Now lift your hips."

I straighten myself so I can hold her as she adjusts. I feel the weight of her upper body on my shoulders as she uses them to lift herself. As she holds that position, hovering over my lap, I say:

"You can lower your hips now. I don't think I have to tell you where I want them to land. And don't give me that look. We both know you're wet enough."

I don't know if she makes those faces because she wants me to see them, or if she really doesn't realize that she's doing it. Always that little pout, that brief moment of uncertainty. One day that will be gone and she will trust me implicitly - I hope.

My thoughts are immediately cleared the moment I feel her make contact, slowly sliding down my cock until she's resting on my lap. There is no feeling in the world that can match the sensation of being fully inside my whore. She moans quietly, but it's obviously enough to bring her mind back to the reality of our situation, because she's instantly paranoid. As she turns her head to look around, I catch her face with one hand and stop her.

"You don't need to look at anything but me unless you are told otherwise. I'm watching, don't you worry about that. Nobody is paying attention. Now give me my phone."

She turns and hands the phone to me, and I try to think straight as I look through the different vibe options. Damn, there are so many. I read most of the pamphlet, but I still don't know what all of them do. I glance up at my slut, her face so close to mine, and she's wearing a knowing smile.

"That's right. I told you this gift was for both of us, and I meant it."

Finally I decide on something with an icon that looks like a wave...seems interesting. Let's give it a go. I push the button and feel the vibrator inside her start to buzz and holy shit it feels amazing. Now I get why women like vibes so much. Almost as soon as I turn the vibe on, she clutches me tight and buries her face in my shoulder. Now comes the time for her real challenge...

"Start moving your hips. Slowly, now. We don't want anyone to know what we're doing over here."

She starts to swirl her hips, riding my dick as discreetly as possible, while resting her head on my chest. I take a quick glance around to make sure that we're not being noticed, and confirm that we're in the clear. Only a few moments pass before she whispers in my ear:

"Master, may I please cum?"

"Yes, but do it quietly." My slut is a moaner and we both know it.

I feel her body begin to react as she climaxes. She bites into my shoulder and I really don't mind it. Better she bite me than cry out my name. I love the way she feels when she cums; her pussy quivers and hugs my dick tight, as if she never wants to let go. After a moment I feel her start to calm and despite wanting a release myself, I turn off the vibe for the time being. She's had her fun. Now it's time for mine. As her breathing begins to slow, I remark:

"What a dirty whore...I think you just might be a bit of an exhibitionist." She smiles, clearly satisfied in every sense of the word. And her satisfaction means my satisfaction. I couldn't be more pleased.

"Rest for a minute and be sure that your legs work. Let me know when you're ready, and we'll go for another walk."

With my cock still buried inside her, we sit and relax for a moment, our arms wrapped around each other. I enjoy the moment for what it is; beautiful simplicity. The feel of the light breeze, the warmth of the sun, the smell of her hair...it's altogether intoxicating. After a few minutes of silence her body is again at ease, and she speaks:

"I'm ready. May I stand now?"

"You may, but do so slowly and don't draw attention to yourself. Then immediately as you stand, bend over like you're checking your shoe. I'm going to remove the vibe."

Let's hope I can do this as swiftly and smoothly as I planned. She stands up, slowly sliding off my cock and adjusting her dress. She stands directly in front of me like commanded, and bends over to touch her shoe. I quickly reach under her dress, find her pussy (it's not hard, she's soaking wet) and pull out the vibe. She stands upright and stays put, covering for me while I put my dick back in my pants and adjust myself. I rise to stand next to her and grab her hand, leading her towards a hiking trail I know is close by.

"See that little hiking path there? That's where we're going." I say, while pointing to it.

"Wait...I'm not dressed for hiking.."

Backtalk again. She's really fucking pushing it. "Was that an argument, slut?"

"N-no..."

"Good. Keep moving and go where I tell you to. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

I hold tight to her hand as I guide her through the grass, making a beeline towards the trail on the edge of the woods. I know she's throwing a fit inside her head right now, and I silently thank her for keeping it internal. I have no patience for that bullshit and she knows it. As we hit the tree line, I grasp her hand a bit tighter, knowing the ground is uneven and she might have trouble navigating it. I lead her as far into the woods as I'm comfortable, noting the trail as we go so we don't get lost on our way back - and then I stop, mid-stride. I see a tree that will work perfectly for what I plan to do, and I let her know:

"This spot will do nicely."

".....nicely....for what, Master?"

More questions. "You don't need to think about that. All you need to think about is bending over, grabbing that fucking tree, and holding on for dear life. NOW."

She's slightly hesitant but she obeys, bending over and wrapping her arms around the tree, hugging it tight. Perfect. I lift her dress up to expose her ass and she shivers, her skin prickling with goosebumps.

"I'm going to fuck you. Right here, right now. And you're going to take it like the filthy slut that you are. You are not allowed to cum this time. You had yours, and now I'm taking mine."

"Yes, Master." She replies weakly, sounding more whiny than enthusiastic.

I lean over her, as close to her ear as I can get, and whisper; letting my anger show with my tone: "Try. That. Again."

She hesitates for a few seconds - a few seconds too many. She's been entirely too uncertain today, questioning my every move, and this is the last goddamned straw. I raise my hand back and swing it fast, making contact with her ass cheek so hard the "crack" sound echoes around us.

"Yes, Master!" She practically screams, eager to correct herself and avoid another smack.

My hand poised for another, I decide to let it slide - because I just can't wait another fucking second to take her. My slave is wet and ready for me and I need this...no more being patient. I undo my belt and force my pants down in one quick motion, then lower my hand to lightly rub the spot where I left my mark seconds before.

"Good girl."

Immediately after the words leave my lips, I thrust into her with a force that drives her face into the tree trunk - and I don't stop there. I lose myself in her, caught in the moment, taking my slut the way I want her. I look up from her ass for a brief second and catch her peering around the tree, watching the trail.

"I told you not to think about anyone else. You're not listening." She's really pissing me off now.

"I'm sorry, Master. I'm paranoid."

I can understand her caution, but she's ruining the fucking mood and she needs to shut the fuck up. I reach in my pocket and pull out her panties, crumpled up in my fist. If she won't listen and obey on her own, I'm going to take away her fucking choice. I pull out of her and grab her by her elbows, forcefully pulling her upright. I then seize her by the shoulders and turn her around, pinning her against the tree. I raise my fist in front of her, clenching the balled up panties so she can see them.

"This should keep you fucking quiet." I stuff them in her mouth.

I pull the blindfold from my pocket and hold in front of her so she can get a good look at it too, before I place it on her.

"And this should keep you from being so fucking curious."

I grab her by her left arm and put her back in the position I want.

"Bend. Over."

She bends over right away - now she's getting it. She finally fucking understands that I mean business. I'm done being easy on her, she's mine for the taking and I'm not showing any mercy. I ram completely into her, relishing the moment. I feel like a predator enjoying his prized prey after a long hunt as I continue to pound into her, the sound of our bodies colliding like music to my ears. I increase my pace, fucking her harder, feeling the spark of a climax building inside me. I become relentless, taking her with such a force that her knees are nearly buckling, giving me a sense of accomplishment and bringing me closer to satisfaction. With that feeling the spark within me is made flame, and I dig my fingertips into her ass - hard. As my body is overtaken by a strong orgasm I grunt and cum into my slave, feeling both exhausted and rejuvenated at the same time.

I stand still for a moment, catching my breath and bringing myself back to reality. I back away from her and release her from my grip. She takes a breath and begins to stand, but I stop her:

"I didn't say you could move, did I?"

"No, Master." She says, her words muffled by her panties. I nearly burst out laughing but stop myself, grateful that she can't see the look on my face.

"Then don't. I want to enjoy this sight for a few moments. Look at you; helpless, completely exposed, your pretty clothes all askew, knees shaking...with my cum dripping down your thighs. What a sight to behold. My beautiful, dirty little slut."

I make her wait for a few moments longer before releasing her.

"You may stand now."

She reaches back with her hands and straightens her garter belt as she slowly stands, stretching herself back into her normal posture, her dress still up around her waist. I smile and watch in amusement as she wiggles her hips until her dress falls back where it belongs. She turns around with the blindfold still on, but crooked. Oh god, her hair is a mess. It's kind of hilarious, in a cute way. I step closer and remove the panties from her mouth, then the blindfold, smiling despite myself.