![]() His fingers trace the folds of her pussy and he laughs at the wetness there. He keeps her shaved bare, another mark of his ownership, and his touch makes her tremble. He moves to her side and runs one hand down the valley between her breasts and over her stomach, pausing to stroke her mound. She aches to feel his mouth, his tongue there. He fondles her for a minute or two before his fingers close around her erect nipples to pull and tug at the tender flesh. His hands drop to stroke and cup her bare breasts and her breathing grows ragged. She hates it more than anything, more than the paddle or the leash clenched in her teeth. The plug is a horror, decorated with a tail of braided black suede. She bites back a groan as he pushes it in, forcing herself to relax and accept the invader as it's thrust firmly into her ass. She'll carry it in her mouth for the entire walk, like a well-trained dog. She opens her mouth and he sets the coiled length of leather between her teeth. She hears the click as he clips it to her collar and tries not to blush at the sudden rush of wetness between her legs. It's heavy leather, fur-lined, and she's dizzy with relief as he pulls it tight. She doesn't make a sound, but tears stream down her face as he finally stops and fastens the collar around her throat. Master strikes her hard and fast, twenty stinging blows across her bare backside. A heartbeat later, the paddle lands the first blow on her upturned ass. She drops to all fours and closes her eyes, bracing herself. She forces herself to focus on the cool air playing over her skin, the tightening of her nipples as they grow hard, not the weight of his stare. Another week or two, and it will be scorched brown with summer heat, but right now it's green and soft under her bare feet. She keeps her eyes focused on the grass beneath her feet. He opens her door and she steps down, ready to drop to all fours at his word. She doesn't argue, though, not even as she tugs her panties, the last bit of clothing, down over her hips. He's only recently started making her walk the trails nude, and the experience still terrifies her. She goes dizzy at the order, but begins slipping her clothes off automatically. "I want you naked, like the slut you are." She flinches when he reaches for the collar and leash. She feels him studying her, feels the heat and wetness building between her legs. Master parks the truck and she sits, waiting for instructions. The trails are usually deserted this time of day, but she checks the parking lot automatically. A minute or two later, he's back and the entry gate swings open. He stops at the guard shack at the park entrance she keeps her face averted, afraid to meet the ranger's eye. She struggles to stay quiet and still as they make the half-hour drive to the park. ![]() She feels her face grow warm, but follows him wordlessly to the car. He's holding the collar and leash as he waits in the doorway.
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