The tall grass tickled her feet as she tried to figure out just where she’d gone wrong. Shifting in her bonds, easing the pressure on her wrists, she tried to not feel the bite of the rope on her skin or the soft caress of sunlight on her naked body.
Under the blindfold, she couldn’t tell exactly where she was, but she could picture what she looked like: legs spread and tied open, hanging from a heavy branch by her wrists, back red with raised welts from His belt, her wet sex still gaping from His use.
The pleasant nothingness of subspace had started to wear off and she felt the drop starting to come on. He’d never let her drop without aftercare; she started to worry that she’d pushed too far, too hard and really made him angry this time.
It had seemed like good fun at first, but maybe telling Him He wasn’t really a Master was a little too much. Maybe saying that He was too old… uh… and that remark about being too tired to get it up…. Ok, so maybe she’d said too much.
On the other hand, being drug into the woods, stripped, whipped and fucked had been glorious if a little frightening at the time. But then he’d left her there, tied up naked and staked open for the next hiker or picnicker to wander past and find her…. Enough was enough. Wasn’t it?
She wanted to say she was sorry, that she hadn’t meant all that, but the gag was damn effective and he seemed to be gone anyway. The emotions of the oncoming drop and the fear she’d gone too far threatened to take over the pleasant lassitude of the session when she heard footfalls behind her.
A hand grabbed the tender abused flesh of her ass and squeezed hard. She cried out in pain and in fear; whoever it was hadn’t said a word, “Master?” She tried to say through the gag but it sounded like a grunt and groan.
The hands squeezed her breast, also covered in welts from His belt, ran down her belly to the dripping mess of mingled fluids coming from her sex.
Whoever it was walked around her, wrapping his hand on her neck and she felt the pressure of a cock on her opening. “MASTER?!” she called through the thick cloth and could barely make out her own voice. The shaft pressed in her, it was different than His, it was too short, thicker, and somehow stiffer than His own rigid member and then the cock took her, slipping through the wetness and sliding into her core.
The hands pulled and pinched, slapped and caressed as she was fucked while her wrists screamed raw from the bite of the ropes.
She came as he did; convulsing and screaming into the gag, feeling hot sperm fill her again.
The unknown man went away, leaving her there.
When her heart had started to calm and her breath became regular again, her Master arrived and cut her down, picked her up and carried her gently to the car. He held her in His lap and stroked her hair and kissed her gently.
“I’m sorry, Master,” she whispered into his chest, her hand floundering on his shoulder. “I didn’t mean it.”
“Hush, little one,” He rumbled, His deep bass voice vibrating in His chest and into her head. “It’s over now, you’re forgiven.”
“Master?” She didn’t want to ask the obvious question, but couldn’t not ask either.
“Was that you?”
“Was what me?”
She could feel a catch in her throat. “That second time…. Was that you?”
He paused a while. “Little,” He growled, “I will never let anything happen to you that would hurt you, and I will never do anything to you without being very careful of you.”
“That’s not an answer, Master.”
“No, little one, it’s not. Let’s go home.”