Tuesday, April 26, 2016

The Walk

She had not expected this when he arrived home from work and announced that they would be going for a walk today. Sir knew how much she enjoyed going on outings—especially outdoors—but this wasn’t exactly what she had pictured…

She felt very exposed as he led her along the stone pathway through the park; the outfit that he had chosen for her to wear this day was doing an excellent job of showing off his pet. She tried to concentrate on her surroundings: the warm sun beating down, the deep, rich scent of the flowers and fresh-cut grass, the buzz of bees as they flitted from flower to flower. But she had not expected there to be quite so many people out today. She just knew everyone who passed by was looking at… staring at her. The thought of so many people seeing her like this gave her a breathtaking sense of shame, and she imagined she could hear their gasps of shock as they took in the whole picture: The tight black micro-skirt that just barely reached down to cover her ass checks. The sheer, white silk shirt that was tied into a knot just below the line of her breasts. The shiny black stripper heels that were anything but appropriate for a nature walk. And then, of course, the black leather collar locked around her neck, a thin metal chain dangling from the o-ring on the front to connect her to her Sir’s hand.

Each step allowed the slightest line of her ass to be seen by anyone who happened to be looking. The fabric of her schoolgirl-style top was so thin that her breasts could just be discerned through it. How she wished that he had allowed her to wear a bra! With just a glance down, she could see hints of the dark circles of her areolas, could see the lumps of her nipples poking out as they perversely grew hard at her predicament. 

She followed obediently behind him with her eyes on the ground, watching as the rough stones of the path passed underneath her feet, and concentrated on not tripping. Her gaze fell on the steel wedges that were the heels of his boots; the weight of the metal caused his every step to make a firm thump as he walked. The slightly audible jangle of his keys as they walked reminded her that one of those small brass forms was crucial to her freedom. The chain in his hand swayed with each of his heavy steps, causing the metal clasp at the end to click against the ring of her leather collar. These noises distracted her enough that she became very lost in her thoughts and failed to notice the way the chain went slack when he stopped.

"Good morn..." he began to say to somebody who was passing by, and then she bumped into him. The impact caused him to take a slight step forward. When he turned to face her, his gaze was placid, but he pulled her close by the chain to whisper into her ear.

"Now, you know that you must pay attention if you wish to continue going out for walks with me, little girl," his voice was stern, unforgiving. 

Her heart began to beat hard in her chest, and she felt her cheeks redden. Sir was in quite the mood today! Was she is trouble? Should she be expecting to pay an even more severe price for this little infraction?

"I'm sorry, Sir..." she began to mumble, but he’d already started walking again without another word. 

They continued for a little bit before he suddenly left the path, heading across the lush grass. She saw a bench appear as if out of nowhere.

"Sit," he commanded. As she began to sit on the seat, he pulled up on her chain to stop her. "Not there; you will sit on the ground next to it." When she was settled on the earth, he fastened her leash to an arm of the bench. "Wait," he ordered, and walked away. 

She waited, trying not to feel anxious. The grass was cool and prickly on her exposed backside, and she could hear the sounds of people milling about in the distance. The only discernable life nearby were the ever-industrious bees buzzing around. She stared at one that was especially close, willing it not to take an interest in her. 

Suddenly, the sprinklers began to sputter as the flow of water was activated. She realized with certainty now that he had planned this entire walk; his pace had been very deliberate and the direction they’d gone had been so focused…

"Do you think that you will learn to watch where you are walking now, little girl?" His voice floated at her from a short distance away.

She did not have the chance to draw in a breath to respond before cold water began to spray out of the sprinklers to cascade down upon her. Her already filmy white shirt was pasted to her skin as it quickly became soaked with water. Now there was no doubt that people would be able to see her supple breasts and the way her nipples had grown so hard that her breasts ached. As her mind worked furiously, trying to gauge his next move, his black leather, western-style boots with their characteristic metal heels came back into view. His boots and jeans quickly became wet as he took her chain in hand and removed it from the arm of the bench.

"Come," he said as he started to walk away without waiting for her to stand. She was forced to scramble and crawl on her hands and knees as quickly as she could, her ass completely exposed, before she was able to get to an upright position, fumbling to put her clothing to rights. He was moving with the determined steps and pace of a man who was eager for something.

He led her beyond the bench, across a small clearing, and to a thick stand of trees and bushes. As they were enveloped by the foliage, she noticed a metal post, about a foot high, jutting from the ground in the middle of the small patch of grass that was hidden within this circle of trees. Without a word, he led her to the post and attached her leash. The height of it forced her to her elbows and knees again, her back bent slightly and her skirt pulled up over her ass to leave it completely exposed to him. 

As she knelt there, he began to circle her like a wolf circles its wounded and weakened prey, enjoying the sight of his helpless little pet. At random intervals, his hand reached out to touch her damp hair, her shoulder, or her cheek. These almost caring caresses made her tingle with excitement.

Finally, he stopped in front of her and got to his knees, where she could clearly see the large brass and silver belt buckle he wore. In the center of the buckle was a small golden wolf head. He put a hand under her chin and lifted her face so that he could look at her. Tendrils of hair clung to her cheeks, and mascara was smeared under her eyes. Her heavy breasts hung below her, testing the limits of the fabric of her blouse.

"You look quite messy, Kitten,” he murmured. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

"I'm sorry, Sir," she whispered, her voice trembling.

He nodded in approval. "Yes, you will be.” His voice was growing husky with animal lust as he stared at her. "Remove my belt," he continued.

As her fingers worked at his belt, she could easily see the bulge growing in the front of his pants. She felt an answering tingle between her thighs. The buckle slipped free of the dark leather, and she slowly began to pull the strap from his waist, the sound of leather sliding through belt loops like a warning. When she’d gotten the whole thing, she held it up in both hands as if presenting him a trophy. He took the belt, stood, and moved from her limited field of view. She felt his warm hand begin to caress her bare ass and thighs. The tenderness in his touch filled her with excitement, and she gave a little sigh. 

Without warning, he brought the leather strap down across her ass. She stiffened and moaned slightly as a thudding pain filled her body. Almost immediately, she heard the whoosh of the belt as it passed through the air again, eliciting another full body reaction from her as she stifled the urge to cry out in pain. Each swing brought a clear, crisp smack of leather on flesh as it bit into her. He struck three more times—hard blows that left bright red marks on her soft, naked skin. Her skin burned, but her pussy felt just as hot.

He moved back to where she could see him and returned to his former position, placing the belt on top of her as he dropped to his knees. She could feel the thickness of the leather as it lay curled on her back. "Undo my zipper," he ordered. Her hand trembled as she reached up and took hold of the zipper pull. When she pulled down, she could hear the sound of the teeth separating. Once she had his pants open, he reached in and pulled his hard cock free. Holding it by the base, he placed it onto her lips and began to slowly feed it to her. As her warm mouth took him in, she heard him draw a deep breath of satisfaction.

He took his hand off of his cock and wrapped his fist around the belt. Swinging it lightly, he brought it down on her backside at an angle that allowed the tip of it to curl into the cleft between her legs and slap into her damp, swollen pussy lips. She shivered at the impact, but it made her pussy swell even more, and she felt wetness ooze out of her. The musky scent of her desire began to fill the air around them. 

He thrust himself into her mouth—once, twice, again… further and further each time, until he felt her throat muscles contract around his cock. The hand holding her head stopped her there and held for a few seconds as he relished in her discomfort. When he pulled free, she gasped for breath as he stood and moved around behind her to kneel there. His tongue was hot and wet as he bent and began to lick her, his tongue finding her ass first and circling it, pushing against it. Then he bent lower and tasted her pussy, her dampness audible as he lapped at her.

"Very good, little kitten," he murmured, pausing his ministrations. Two of his fingers replaced his tongue against her tight, dripping hole and were roughly shoved inside her.

"Mmmmm, how wet you really are," he said as his fingers were engulfed by her pussy and covered in her slick juices. 

"Thank you, Sir…" she said in a breathless whisper. 

He removed his fingers, trading them for the very tip of his hard cock. He did not thrust, just sat and watched as goose bumps were raised along her spine and back. She wriggled her hips and tried to push back against him, wanting him fully inside of her. Her attempt to squirm and force some kind of movement caused him to slap her ass with his bare hand. She immediately stilled.

He smiled, then took the belt and fed it through the back of her collar so that the buckle rested against the back of her head. Pulling back on it caused her to rear her head back, bowing her back lower and raising her ass toward him. "Yes, go ahead and fuck me, little girl," he said, thrusting his hips a tiny bit forward.

"Yes, Sir!" she said as she leaned back into him. As she began to move herself on him, he placed the thumb of his free hand onto her puckered asshole. Applying firm pressure caused the tip of his digit to slip into her. The pressure, coupled with her movements, forced his finger further and further into her body.

He pulled on the belt, tightening the collar around her throat, limiting the amount of air she was able to get and causing her body to begin to tingle as she became slightly dizzy, choking. A small moan escaped her lips as the sensation worked its way down her body to her ass and pussy, where it only added to the building waves he was causing.

The sound of that moan drove him to take control and begin to thrust into her. She could feel his cock growing harder and swelling with his need to cum. The pleasure continued building for both of them, driving them maddeningly toward the same destination. .

"I want you to cum on my cock," he growled at her. 

"Yes… please… I need to," she gasped. 

They began to fuck each other with an intense urgency that was shocking to her. Her pussy began to tighten and pulse around him, and her body grew taut. She felt him nearing his release, and he pulled back on the belt harder, yanking her roughly against him as he shoved deep into her. He grunted with the pressure of his orgasm as it erupted from him. 

The feeling of him filling her up caused her pussy to grip his cock hard; she was pushed over the edge and into a deep, rolling, breathless orgasm. As she came, her essence flowed from her pussy to cover his thighs and cock.

He waited until she was done, firmly caressing the red welts that crossed her ass. Then he stood and zipped his pants back up. Bending to her, he pulled the belt from its place under her collar. Finally, he released her chain from the post and pulled her to her feet, squeezing her against him for a moment before he silently handed her his belt. She fed it into the belt loops around his waist and reapplied the buckle.

"Are we ready for the walk home?" he asked as he pulled her skirt down to cover her exposed hips and ass. With a light slap of his hand against her sore backside, he began to walk. 

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