Hot morning hike
We meet for a coffee intro date, it is September and late summer in California. You request I wear comfortable athletic clothes, sweaty if possible, and no makeup, so I wear my running shoes, a layered tank top and bra, and running shorts with built in panties. Over coffee and pastry we discuss our shared kinks and exercise routines. Turns out we both love playing in nature as it gives into the naughty need to play with fresh air on our bare skin, and the thrill of being caught… I notice you gazing off into my radiant glowing skin, and suggest we do something spontaneous.
As if caught in a spell you offer,
“Anything you wish mistress”
“I saw a path a couple blocks down that leads to the base of that hill… are you low on time?”
To this you look back at me a bit fearfully, and adjust your shorts. At first muttering, you agree to literally do whatever I want, and excuse yourself to the bathroom where you Venmo me for making you so turned on.
The birds bless us with their chirps and calls as we trample a bit off the beaten path, dry foiliage crushes under our feet, we pull up our socks, sweat begins dripping down the middle of my breasts making my white tank top stick to me. I laugh and ask,
“Do you really mean anything?“
And point to a dirty mattress in the wooded clearing in front of us.
You’re a seasoned sub, not new to this but not so hyper specific with your expectations, being desperate does wonders for obedience.
You scroll through the file folder in your brain of sub experiences, and don’t find any on a dirty mattress in the woods, in the morning heat… and oblige.
In your boxers, you begrudgingly kneel onto the dirty mattress while I giggle trying to keep quiet. I have no plan, this simply reminds me of porn I watched when I was younger and more unhinged. You’re on your knees facing away from me, boxers tented from your boner, twigs digging into your knees. You are my pain slut.
I make you sit there on your knees for too long as I look for a switch to hit you with, you suspect I’m doing this or looking for a place to piss, longing for it in your mouth or on you on that dirty mattress.
I find a long suitable, whippy, stingy stick and immediately hop over and wale on your ass with it with no warning, reminding you between swooshes of my stick to be quiet cause we’re not far off the trail. You wimper like you’re my bitch even though we just met, and I have to switch your thighs to remind you to stay upright on your knees on the dirty mattress. You beg me to at least let me look at you and I remind you to be quiet.
I touch your back and you shudder, and turn around to see me towering over you, sun illuminating me like a living goddess. The pain you felt is very distant and all you can think about is serving me right there in the woods.
I kneel down and look into your eyes, wipe some sweat off your brow and chin. You catch my scent and moan a little, closer to me than you have ever been yet so far from tasting or smelling me up close. The cool breeze hits both of our bodies, I ask you what you want the most, and I do it to you all over the mattress. Your climax is feral and relentless, being edged in nature is exhilarating.
You get dressed and are of course covered in… sweat on our walk back to the coffee shop we met at. Between your gratitude and silence I could tell this would be jerk off material for you for a long time, and that I owned you.
