The tyres come to a halt. A shiny black boot followed by another emerged, crunching  leaves beneath them. The boots heading towards the passenger door,  joining them two bare feet with crimson nail polish adorning the delicate toes. An arm reaches out to steady her as she stumbles forward, blindfolded and arms tied behind her back. Her body harnessed by rope so he could manoeuvre her as he so wishes. His little play thing, his toy. A gag stifled her, lest permitting any unwanted loud noises. A trickle of drool already forming in the corner of her mouth.

She had wanted this for a while, a day out alone in the forest, yet unawares when it would occur. The rope felt comforting against her naked skin, she felt exposed and vulnerable , yet decidedly wanton. The feeling of being bound always had this effect on her. She grunted as a hand clasped the rope against her back and pushed her forward roughly.

“Come, and be quick about it”, a quiet yet firm voice. She could feel his warm breath on the nape of her neck. That alone caused a twitching in her cunt.

She could feel the leaves beneath her feet and cried out in pain as a small branch snapped and dug itself into the underside of her foot, another branch, assumingly from a nearby tree, scraped her side. Without the use of her arms for balance she found herself stumbling forward to land on her knees, his grip half breaking her fall.

They walked for a little while, every now and then she fell only to be assaulted by the forest floor and stray branches,  picked up and pushed forward again and again. Her skin burning from the small welts and scratches appearing. Her cunt still wet.

He smiled as into view appeared the small area he had prepared that morning. It was late afternoon now and a nice day, a cool breeze and no one within miles to disrupt them. He had planned this for weeks. He guided her forward, forcing her exposed skin to lean against the rough bark of a chosen tree. Leaning against her and pushing her skin into the bark even more he began creating his masterpiece.

He worked quickly to add more rope to the already intricate weave  placed upon her earlier, securing her to the solid trunk slowly, every now and then pinching a nipple or biting a piece of exposed flesh, listening to her moans and grunts. Attaching a cuff on each ankle and binding her to perfectly aligned stakes in the ground either side of the trunk. It was always much more fun having her blindfolded, stripping the one sense she relied on the most. She liked to see. He knew it would piss her off tremendously not being able to see what he was doing.

He then walked over to the black bag sitting beside the small tent that was set up, reaching inside and producing a butt plug and a small vibrator, one that would be inserted with an extra piece to stimulate her clit beyond frenzy. He smirked as he walked over and inspected his little pet, rubbing her sensitive aching clit and probing her with his fingers.

“Oh yes, we are wet aren’t we my pet?” .She tried to nod to acknowledge him but couldn’t move much due to the fact he had bound her hair as well.

“What was that pet? I didn’t hear you?”, pushing his weight against her back so her nipples were pushed into the rough bark. She let out a muffled “Yus Suh”.

Fighting to stay alert and not disappear into the floating sensation that was slowly enveloping her. Her eyes widened as she felt the cold, lubed butt plug disappear inside her and hastily followed by a the vibrator, a groan, slight movement in her binding, and then acceptance as she begun to realise she was about to endure pure torment.

He smiled as he removed the blindfold and watched her blink and try to focus on her surroundings. Smiling as her eyes widened while watching him walk past her, seeing what he had in his hand. The hand that held the leather paddle. The one she hated.

“Today my pet, we are going to remind you why obedience is important to me. Now don’t let them fall out or it will cause more trouble for you. Understood?”, he could her pleading from behind the gag, her eyes glaring at the object in his hand. His arm raises for the first slap on her beautiful soon to be reddened ass.

“Who knows”, he mused, “we might make it match your pretty toenails.”

A day in the forest was what she wanted, maybe not quite how she had perceived but even so, it was after all a day in the woods.