Snake.

[Do****]

 

So we’re here. Finally. We’ve talked about it for weeks, part of our developing kink exploration. It’s fascinating isn’t it? Doors open, new paths appear. And finally we’re at this one. A path through the woods. No that’s not metaphorical, it’s literal. It’s a mild wet day and we’re walking down some pitted muddy track through the forest. So far we’ve seen no-one, which is, of course, how you want it to be.

Outdoor kink. We’ve done the giggles and the ‘what ifs’. What if someone sees? What if you don’t like it? What if there are spiders?! I think the last one is your biggest ***! You’re so adorable. I love the different facets of you. Cheeky, submissive, demanding, little, slut and whore, all in one. And more. This path is strewn with leaves and moss. Our path is strewn with challenges. But we have that trust. Like a ***y great oak tree in the heart of...well… a forest!

It’s kind of funny. A sense of humour is pretty essential I reckon. Here I am with a holdall of ‘stuff’, mainly rope, seeing as that’s how you’re going to be tied around some trunk. That one in fact. A huge pine tree. I smile inside. Added bonus. Pine needles. I’m nothing if not open to opportunities.

So we stop. We’ve come off the path now, and are standing in a fairly well-hidden copse, a carpet of brown and yellow leaves and broken branches around the base of all these huge trunks. It’s quiet. Muffled. Even the birds are subdued. Faint scamperings in the distance.

We both look around. I’m nice like that. I take care of your worries.

It’s time.

‘Strip,’ I say, my voice casual but firm. The voice I slip into for instructions. The voice when you know disobedience is not an option.

And you do. God I love your nakedness. Here in the open air, surrounded by nature and all its spirits, you’re standing in slim paleness, nipples erect from the slight chill, hair faintly blown by a breeze that’s as light as a breath.

‘What if someone sees?’ you whisper.

I move towards you and breathe on your neck, my hot breath closer and caressing the skin beneath your ear. I adore the mixture of textures. I love knowing what I can do to you.

I wonder how angry you’ll be afterwards. Or maybe you won’t be at all. Maybe it’ll surprise you, this experience.

‘Please’, you say, ‘make sure no-one can see us!’

So now you’re tied naked to the pine tree. I don’t spare you. The ropes are tight, criss-crossing your body including around your neck, and the knots are firm at the back. You look gorgeous. So ***. Like lady Godiva captured. About to be auctioned.

‘What are you going to do first?’ you ask.

So innocent. You always manage to go straight to the core of me. The snake coiled around my heart hisses. I know what you mean. You’re talking about those implements we brought. Paddle, whip, crop, cane. All laid out neatly in front of you, like the choice of butchers knives in front of a dead carcass.

I smile at you, loving you. Loving your willingness to take what I’ll give you. What I’ll make you suffer. The shame and ***.

I wonder how angry you’ll be afterwards.

If I stayed with that thought we’d be fine wouldn’t we, my darling. But I’m your Dom, and it’s my job to guide you and push you and open those doors. I smile at you. I really do love you. Then the snake squeezes and I have to let him have his way. You’re true to your nature, and I’m true to mine.

I whistle as I set off down to the main path. I mean, that’s the one that people use. They’re hardly likely to see you up there, hidden by all that greenery. They'd need someone to point you out to them...

In the distance I can faintly hear voices. So soon! I turn and move towards them. I can share.

I mean, some things you just can’t keep to yourself. It’d be plain selfish.