The Hut Pt. 01

Literotic asexstories – The Hut Pt. 01 by eve_303,eve_303
// This is a fictional story. All people mentioned are consenting adults. //

The mattress beneath me is moving up, lifting me up towards the ceiling of the cage. My bed is located in the wooden box that has my Master’s bed on top of it. On the side there is a small metal cage door I have to climb trough to get to my bed. Each morning I sleep in it, the mattress gets raised to the roof of the cage by a panel. It wakes me up at 6.30 every day. Some days I don’t wake up until my face is plastered in the soft cloth-covered ceiling. It makes my head turn to the side and squeezes me into the blanket until I have trouble breathing. I explained to my Master how I’ve been having trouble waking up lately so he graciously helped me by placing an empty balloon in my mouth yesterday. The balloon is connected to a small device he taped to my side and pumps air into the balloon as I raise further up towards the ceiling. This morning my mouth is completely stuffed by the inflatable gag the moment my breasts reach the ceiling as well. My head is turned to the side and I can feel the hard top of the cage with my forehead when I get pressed even closer. I desperately breath in through my nose, but there is fabric in front of it. I can’t breath. I can’t move my hands to my face, so I accept my faith and hold my breath.

I feel my pussy tighten as I gasp for air. There is something about being off air-supply, serving my Master by waking silently as he sleeps above me, that makes my clit pulse. The moment stretches for a little too long and I begin to worry about losing consciousness. The gag keeps me from swallowing and I feel some spit drool down the side of my face. The platform lowers again and the gag deflates. I squeeze my legs together to try and contain my horniness. I need to get moving. Besides, having orgasms without my Master’s permission is not allowed.

My breasts have swollen overnight. Master has me drinking milk with hormones in it that makes my body produce breast milk by themselves. I love it when they are sensitive like this. My nipples are sensitive to touch and my breasts fill up even more creating a beautiful cleavage. Master always tells me so. They hung low as I climb out of the cage. I keep crawling over the floor of my Master’s bedroom to make it to the kitchen. Once I reach the doorstep I am allowed to stand up and walk.

In the kitchen I make the breakfast that is required. Today it is two scrambled eggs with bacon and some fruits. Every night before he goes to bed Master writes down his morning wishes, which entails his preferred breakfast, method of waking up, and state of his slave. Today he wishes to be awoken with a blowjob by a completely washed and shaven slut, so that is what he shall receive. I make my way to the bathroom first and get ready before coming down into the kitchen and cooking his meal. My breakfast is a healthy smoothy with added hormones and a slice of bread with avocado spread. Master gave me no indication on what kind of clothes to wear, so I slip on my necessary accessories. It’s a black collar with a D-ring, cuffs on my wrists and ankles and a pair of black high heels to match. I enter the dark bedroom with a tray at exactly 7.15 AM to wake my Master in time.

I have to be extra careful when walking up the stairs in heels, because I want my Master to remain asleep until I have his cock in my mouth. Even though he doesn’t mind the logistics, I always feel sad when I cannot fulfil his wishes properly. I put down the tray on his nightstand and slip under the covers. In the darkness I luckily manage to gain easy access to Master’s groin. I lower my body and lick my way up his penis, stopping at the head. I lick my tongue around the head before sliding it over the slit. I can sense he awakens as he shudders so I engulf his dick with my mouth and keep him there. His hands find my head and he grips my hair tight to keep himself inside my mouth as he readjusts. Once he has opened his legs for me I lay myself down on the mattress. With a cock in my mouth it’s a little uneasy to breath so I push my head back a little and breath through my nose. He gives me a moment before he starts directing the pace. He pulls my forward and back to work over his cock at a moderate pace. I open my throat and let him abuse me. I gag a little when he holds me down for a few seconds. I try to escape him but he holds me tight. He pulls me off and lets me breath before repeating. He keeps holding me down for longer periods, but he seems to be nearing his climax when he cusses. I push down my urge to breath and work over his cock with much enthusiasm. My own labia is covered in juices. There is a tingling in my clit, but I decide to keep my hands away from my pussy. I am allowed to touch myself, but in moments like this I want to focus on my Master and his pleasure alone. My boobs hurt.

“Well done, slut.” He says after he lets go of my head. I kiss the top of his penis with closed mouth — his sperm still on my tongue — before crawling out from under the covers.

“I love waking up like this.” He beams. I feel the warmth travel from my vagina to the rest of my body as I listen to his praises. He beckons me over. I kneel down the side of the bed and look down at the mattress. I am not to look him in the eye while kneeling. When I kneel I am both physically and psychologically lesser than him. His thumb pulls on my lower lip and I open my mouth for him. He slips two fingers inside and I let him curl up the semen. He smears it over my face and I lap at his hand to try and get some of it back in my mouth. It’s his present to me, so I wish to keep it. “OK. Settle down, baby girl.” I sit back on my calves and press my hands underneath my ass to keep from reaching out to him. It’s been a good morning.

“Thank you so much, Sir.” I say.

“Kiss my feet.” He throws his feet out and gets himself in a seated position. I immediately lower my face to his feet on the ground and start kissing his left one. I leave open mouthed kisses to wet them just a little bit. Exactly how I have been taught. “You have been doing good lately,” He says. I lean up to thank him but his right foot tilts up and pushes me down by the back of my head so I remain silent and keep kissing his foot. “Which is why I think it is time to officially end your training period.”

I stop kissing his feet at the announcement. Even though I feel proud for being good enough to be considered his personal slave, I feel sad at the thought that my training sessions are now over. “Don’t worry your pretty little head.” Master speaks. His left foot touches my cheek to indicate I need to start kissing his right foot. I start doing so. “You will always be learning under my care, but the training sessions are bound to come to an end. Before you start thinking, which we both agreed you’re not very good at, I should remind you of the final test. It’s something I have put a lot of time and money in, so you should do your best.” He puts his feet back into bed so I kneel back up and sit on my calves.

“Pose three.” I widen my legs and place my hands on top of my knees with the palm up. I look down at my own breasts. The superficial veins seem to be pulsating. “Today we are going to my hut. It’s where your final test will be held. It’ll last all through the weekend. Tongue out.” I push out my tongue and raise my head just slightly. He cracks the equestrian whip against the tip of my tongue.

I moan as the ripple of pain surges through me, “Thank you, Master.”

“We will go after lunch time, until then you know the drill.” Master says. “Get my study ready and grab the spreader bar.” He lands a quick hit against my pussy and it creates a wet sound. There are some drops on the floor so I lean back and lick it up. “Put on a string.”

“Yes Master, anything for you.” And I mean it.

Once Master enters the study I relax. I always get nervous when he isn’t around. I need him to ground me, to keep me sane. The spreader bar is laid next to me. I grabbed his laptop and connected it with the monitor, before putting the air conditioning on and getting him a glass of water. Then I sat down on my cushion. My G-string is bright pink.

“How are your tits?” Master asks. He sits behind the desk with ease. He doesn’t even seem phased with having a half naked woman kneeling close to him. I wish he was hornier. Sometimes he fucks me before work. On those days I sit around in complete bliss. Today I must wait.

“Sore, Sir.” I answer truthfully. On days I get to pump early in the morning, my head seems a little clearer and I get to truly focus on my Master. On days I have to wait, the fullness of my tits and the constant pulsing for release distracts me from him. It’s also much harder to contain my horniness on those days. When Master keeps me waiting it makes me feel like I live solely on his planning. Like I as a person don’t matter. At the end of the day, I am only a good hole and a brainless slut who fulfils his needs without question. I like the reminder.

“Hmm. They look good.” I can feel his eyes on my breasts, but I refuse to look up to confirm my suspicion. I am good. So good. “I think we can wait a little longer.” He shifts on his chair. “Actually, I’ve been meaning to try this.” He stands up. “Pose two.”

As he rummages through one of his drawers I stand up, widen my feet and place both my hands at the back of my head. I push my breasts forward and look down. He is holding nipple clamps. My knees weaken as I see the clamps laying on his palm. I replace them on the ground and try to keep my shaking to a minimum. Fuck. I need him so badly. I swallow around nothing. My throat is a little dry in anticipation. He starts by clamping my right nipple, before clamping my left. I hiss at the sting but remain standing. He turns around and I hear some bell noises.

“I always get so distracted when I work. Sometimes I need a reminder of how much time has passed and what better to use them my own slave? Of course, if you are busy I could set a timer…” I shake my head. I will give up my sleep if it means getting to help him whilst working. He chuckles at my eagerness. “I want you to ring the bells at every fifteen minute interval. Ring them for one minute each hour.” He hangs a little bell on both of the nipple clamps. The weight pulls on my tits and I have to clench my thighs to keep from moving. Stop thinking about your clit. This is about Master.

“Of course, Master. Is there anything else I can do for you?” He takes a step back and I lose the ability to sense him on my skin. I want to reach out, but I keep my hands firmly pressed to the back of my head.

“Yes, I have been recording some instructions for you. I want you to listen to the tapes and rank them on how horny they make you.” He pushes a tape playing device with plugged in headphones and a notepad with pen into my stomach. I lower my hands to receive his gift.

“Yes, Master.” I say. I am excited to hear what he has in store for me. At the beginning of my journey he told me about tapes he will record of him dominating me. In case he needs to be at two places at once. I love him dearly. I sit back down on my knees and place the headphones in my ear. There is a digital clock standing of the side. It has seconds on it as well, which is a great opportunity for me to be very precise during my new role, but it also allows for any mistakes to be more noticeable. I must be perfect.

“Oh, and for every sound of a bell I hear that is extra or off-timed you will receive five spanks. And trust me, you don’t want to go into this weekend with a sore ass.” Master voice filters through my headphones.

“Of course, Master. I will make sure to be accurate.” It seems to please him because the next thing I hear is the sound of his keyboard. I look at the clock and see that it is a quarter to eight. I press play on the device and sit back.

“Tape one. Start by caressing your thighs. Keep your touch featherily light as your hands move back and forth. Feel the tingling under your skin and let it ripple through your body. Slowly start inching up to your pussy, but keep the up and down motion of your hands…”

I feel a rush of wetness between my inner lips as I listen to the first audio tape of my Master giving me instructions to touch myself. I shake a little as the words hit me. Without touching myself I can feel it happening to me. I shudder. There is a soft ringing of the bells. My Master sighs. I glance at the clock: 7.46.51 AM. Fuck.

With my eyes closed I start to lose myself in the tapes. Every now and again I peak at the clock next to me. I open my eyes to stare at it intensely when I see there is only two minutes left until 8 o’clock. In my headphones I can hear Master telling me to slowly rub my clit in between two fingers and at the prospect of clit action my hips buckle up into the air. I once again hear a small ring of a bell. The bells aren’t that easy to ring, considering they don’t ring when I breath heavily. Only when I squirm. I have three counts so far. Fifteen spanks and it has only been fifteen minutes. I see the clock reach 8 AM and by the time it ticks to one second past eight I am ringing the bells.

I shake my shoulders with quite some speed and bite my lip as my heavy breasts start moving as well. They slap against my skin and the skin is pulled tight due to how big they have become by holding al lot of milk. With the added movements, the weights of the bells pulls even more on my nipples, creating a steady stream of pulses through my body. Thirty more seconds before the first minute is over. My entire G-string is destroyed by how wet I am. I can feel it slipping down my legs. I keep swinging my shoulders. It starts hurting. The pulling of the clamps hurt, my boobs are sensitive and my skin feels like it is breaking apart. Then I see that the minute is over so I stop moving and sit still.

“Pinch your clit for me.” I take in a deep breath and slip my eyes closed. A quarter to go. “Now take your pointy finger and trace it down to your hole. Dance around it a little. Is your hole opening up for you? Can you see how much of a cock-hungry hole you have? You’re always trying to suck me in. So greedy. Now enter your finger. Can that stretched cunt of yours even feel this small of an intrusion?”

My personal heaven or hell, depending on how you put it, lasts a little over two and a half hours. After shaking for the tenth time I can feel that the pressure on my boobs is becoming a little too much for me to handle. Due to the hormones I’m taking and the lack of a child to feed, it is quite impossible for me to start leaking. It has been so long since my last milking, however, that I start to question if I will leak soon. My thoughts are interrupted when the sixth tape start playing. So far I have been keeping notes on the tapes in the notebook that I was given. I hope it pleases Master.

“Fuck..” I hear through my headphones. I click on the pause button and sit still to listen for instructions. It’s about time Master takes a break. “They keep sending me cryptic e-mails.” I don’t know how to respond, so I don’t. “You wouldn’t know anything about it.” He says standing from his seat. He walks over to me. I feel my heart pumping in my throat. “You should be grateful I took you in. Someone as dumb as you couldn’t make it out in the real world.”

“Thank you for taking me in, Master.” I say. I bow before him and stay down. His chuckle warms me. He always laughs when he is happy. I am making him happy.

“Come on. It’s time we let you breath.” He pushes two of his fingers through the D-ring on my collar and tugs me with him. I follow him through the house on my hands and knees. Sometimes I wish he would always keep the leash on my collar, but I like the tugging too. It just makes following him a little bit more tiring. “Present.” He says once we have reached the milking station.

I stand up and place my hands behind my back, each hand grabs the elbow of the other side so my breasts are pushed out for easy access. He taps my shoulder twice before grabbing a clasp each and taking the nipple clamps off. “Aaargh.” I scream through gritted teeth. My knees wobble at the pain, but I manage to stay upright. I never liked this. But it pleases him. He pulls on my collar and I move down to my hands and knees. My boobs are weighted down completely. Filled like this they seem like a cow’s udders.

He goes to stand behind me and without a notice he pulls on my ankles until I am in half a plank. This straightens out my back and makes it harder for me to not slip down onto the floor, so I have to encage my core. I feel the metal of the spreader bar between my legs. They get pushed even further apart and I almost tip over, but Master keeps a hand on my hips to stabilise me. Once I am in the right position his pulls aside my string and blows on my pussy. I moan.

“Always so wet for me.” He says. His fingers trail towards my outer lips and I start trembling in anticipation. It’s been a while since I have been allowed to orgasm. Perhaps I can please Master before the final test. Perhaps I can get an orgasm then.

“Master, please..” I moan. He slips two of his fingers in me. I rock forward and groan loudly. His fingers me with ease. I open up for him so easily. It’s like he belongs in me. I start rocking my hips back trying to get more of him inside me. My mouth is hung open and I am panting like a dog. The things he does to me.

He pulls out abruptly. “That’s enough for now.” He says. I hear him walk around for a few seconds before he joins me again. I wonder if there is something in his hand. Maybe it’s a condom…. I bite my lip.

“It’s 50 spanks.” Fuck, I forgot. “Count them for me and thank me afterwards. Once we finish this, I will hook you up to the machine.” His hands travel over my stretched back, over my shoulders, down towards my chest. He squeezes my breasts and I try to close my legs to keep in the moisture, but the metal bar keeps them spread for Master. I moan.

“Yes, Master. Please teach me.” My wrists are getting weaker and I am having a little trouble staying upright. It’s far from over. I push myself up a little as his hands come to rest on my ass cheeks. He squeezes them before scratching them lightly with his nails. He is getting my skin ready. I am by no means a beginner at getting spanked, slapped or whipped. Since my training I have been steadily getting reminders of his teaching with spankings. So far the most I have taken in one setting so far is a 150. Those were 75 by hand, 25 with a paddle, 25 with a whip and another 25 with his shoe. Master prefers spanking me by hand, but I cannot expect him to hurt himself to teach me.

He starts by hitting my left cheek at a fast pace. He hits the same part of skin over and over again. I count them out for him in a loud voice. “Seven, eight, nine…” He keeps hitting me trough the after sting and I can feel the heat building. It hurts a lot, especially since it’s at such a pace I cannot seem to get passed that initial hurt of the smack. It just keeps going, over and over. Until I count twenty. He gives me a breather. I have been holding in my moans by biting my lower lip, but it hurts so I have to try and keep quiet by myself when he will slap my right cheek. I assume my skin is a fiery red. He truly hit the same patch over and over again. The hurt has expanded and it feels like my entire left side is on fire. “Aargh!” I yell out when he unexpectedly hits my right cheek hard. I get knocked to my forearms as I take in the spank. Fuck. “One, Sir.” I sit back up on my hands. He wants me to keep my pose until he tells me to switch them.

Another twenty hits on my right side. It’s the exact same patch of skin close to my hole he hit on the left side. I wonder if he picked that spot for a reason. “Forty, Sir.” I say. His hands lay on my heated skin and he drags them up and down. My entire ass must be red. It feels heavenly.

“Now, to give you a little taste of this weekend I will hit your cunt for the last ten.” He says. He pulls my hair back and roughly rubs his clothes dick on my ass. My mouth waters.

“Yes, Sir.” I gasp. “Please, pleas hit my pussy. So wet for you.”

It’s an open handed slap that hits my entire labia. I choke on a moan and rock forward with the pain. My clit is pulsing hard. If he does it in the same tempo as he did my ass I might orgasm. He doesn’t hit me on my pussy often, only as finisher, but that is because it was introduced later in my training. I can probably expect a lot from this from here on out. I may like it better than the swats to my ass. He hits me again and I moan out. “One and two sir, I am so sorry.” He swats me again as answer. He is decreasing the amount of time in between slaps. I keep counting “four, five, six…” My forehead hits the cold floor. I am drooling with want. “Please, Sir.” I moan in between slaps.

“Ten, Sir. Thank you so much for-” He keeps hitting me. My eyes roll to the back of my head. There is a familiar tingling in my stomach and I can feel myself approaching a climax. Three more hits. The ground is shaking beneath me.

“Please, Sir.” It’s the only thing I can think of. Him. Him. Him.

He stops.

“Thank you so much for teaching me, Sir. Next time I will ring the bells more accurate.”

“Good girl. You took your punishment well, baby girl.” I swoon. “Did you enjoy being my timer?” I nod. “Of course you did. All you had to do was be pretty and shake your tits for me. How are they feeling?” The question leads me to introspection and I can almost imagine just how much milk is stored in my ducts. It feels like a fading bruise. A constant reminder of it’s sensitivity.

“It hurts, Sir.” I admit. He chuckles at my answer. He leans over me and grabs the two rubber suction cups of the wall. Master had a milking station installed at this part of the house. The pumps are connected to a bottle he puts in before each pump. It is automated and can be started and stopped by the pressing of a remote button. Only Master knows how to put them on. He pulls them wider, grabs one of my tits and squeezes it to make it get sucked into the cup. The fastening of the cups always makes a shiver roll down my spine. It’s almost as good as getting fucked. After the placement is over, Sir leans back. He always enjoys seeing me like this. I feel like cattle. That I am just here to be fed and milked. I am here to please Master at any cost. If Master wants me to produce breast milk, I will drink hormones and get pumped. Happily, so.

He fucks into me at the same time as he starts the machine. I moan loudly as he drives himself home. The pumping of the machine is uneven so it is a constant feeling. I can see the see-through tubes becoming white when my milk streams through them. The ache in my breasts start to lower, my nipples are raw and sensitive. I slip down to my forearms again. It’s too much to handle. With every thrust Master brings me great pleasure. I whine out in the same rhythms. I haven’t been simulated like this for over a week. I hang my head low and try to swallow some of the drool collected in my mouth. Then Master pulls on my hair and my head snaps up.

“Up you go whore. Stay in place while I use you.” His grip tightens and he keeps pulling me back onto my hands instead of my forearms. My neck is angled up and it makes it harder to breath, but the pull on my hair leaves me wanting more. I lower my face a little, basically pulling my own hair. He laughs. “Always the pain slut. Fuck you are loose.” His pace quickens. The slapping of our skin is more loud then the thrumming of the milking machine. It’s animalistic. “Tighten for me. Work for my cum.” I clench my pussy to make it tighter for him. He moans out when I do so. The hand leaves my hair and it swipes over my face. His other hand joins and he pushes two fingers of each hand into my mouth. I gargle around them. He pulls my cheeks wider, his fingers between my teeth.

“Arglurhsin.” I whine.

“Don’t you fucking dare cum. This is for me only.” His hands pull my head back and I moan again as he uses the force to drive himself deeper into me. I keep my pussy clenched, but it’s taking me a lot of energy. I am being dicked down so good. I can hardly think about anything else then his huge dick plunging into my walls again and again. The machine is working over hours. Every pump releases more milk. Perhaps I will keep producing as fast as it is pumping me. I will have to be on it twenty four hours a day. I moan louder at the thought.

“Fuck, such a good cow for me. Like getting milked, bitch?” He spits in my ear. He presses in once more and holds me there. His fingers are covered in my spit and it’s so much some of it falls down to my chest. He releases my head and I take a second to roll my neck. “God, you are still producing.” He slips out and I let out a high whine at the loss. “Shut it.” I close my mouth obediently. It’s been longer than usual on the milking machine, but I can see the milk is already thinning out. Master has moved away from me. I feel myself coming back down to earth. My climax ebbs away and my head clears a little. I breath out. The stream of milk has stopped completely but the pumps are still active. I groan as it starts to hurt. After a milking my breasts are always much more sensitive than later in the day. With the continuous milking of them it feels like the inside is turned into mush.

“Sir?” I call out. “Sir, I am done milking.” I say. I don’t hear anything. Did he leave the room? I shake my head a little. There are tears in my eyes when I realise I might be stuck here for a while. I know my Master would not leave me alone for a long time, but I wonder if he is still in ear shot. I let out a small sob. My breasts hurt so much. I wish I could orgasm.

“It’s okay, I am here.” I cry of relief when I hear Master next to me.

“Oh thank you Master.” I smile.

“I just wanted to see if you could produce more whilst on the machine.” Master explains. The machine is still very much trying to pump more milk out of me. “It might be impossible.”

“I’ll try for you, Sir.” I speak trough gritted teeth. “It just took me by surprise.” I can endure this a little while longer, especially now that I know Master wants me to.

“No, no, it’s fine for now.” Master speaks. He turns off the machine. I sigh in relief. “I need you ready to leave in two hours. That’s our lunch and two enemas away.” He explains. I nod at his words. “We can try this another time.”

“Please, Master.” I beg. “Let me prove myself to you.”

I am standing in the stable. It’s a small shed in the backyard with a standing cage in it. The ground of the cage has hay laying on it. I am wearing high boots that stretch my feet out more than any other high heel I own. My Master likes me to parade around like a show horse from time to time. I particularly like it when I get to bring him places by walking him there. I wonder if I am walking him to the place of the assessment later. My hands and forearms are wrapped in special leather that keep me from moving my fingers individually. They are tied behind my back, creating a perfect ninety degree angle of my elbows. I am put in a restrictive corset that has clips on the back to chain me to things. My hair is pulled tight in a ponytail and there is a bit in my mouth that is strapped around my face. I am naked from the waist down.

“We are going for a ride.” Master says as he steps into the shed. He is with another woman. She laughs when she sees me.

“What is this?” She asks. She comes closer and rubs her hands over my face before they go down to my breasts. The corset ends just beneath them and it pushes them up. They stand proudly, hard nipples due to the wind outside. I swallow in anticipation. It’s not strange to see my Master with another woman. Usually it is never the same woman. They keep changing, I keep serving them. It’s the idea of helping Master get off with someone else that makes me truly feel like I am of service to Master in all ways. I live for him. And for whoever he decides I should live for. Perhaps today it will be her. She is gorgeous, long brown hair and brown eyes. I like that she is adventurous and doesn’t hold back. She is squeezing my breasts with great enthusiasm. “Cannot believe you got yourself a horse.” She shakes her head.

Master laughs whole heartedly and they get into a conversation about the barn. I tend to tune out when I am in this headspace. I am here as a transportation method, not a spy or third person that gets to take a turn in this conversation. I don’t have to and I love that my Master knows how much I need this. He prepares me for an outing whilst they talk. A few words hit my ears, but I cannot place them into context. Master rolled the metal carriage out of the corner and is constructing the dildos onto it. There are handles that strap my corset to the bar of the carriage. It reaches between my legs and I feel the two dildos nudging my entrances. He tells me to squat a bit so he can push them in. I get double penetrated as he works both plastic toys in. He made sure there was enough lube on the both of them that I feel northing but satisfaction from the insertion. He straps the handle to my corset and let go. I am now the motor of the carriage. I get to bring them somewhere. To his hut.

“C’mon, I want to show you a place.” Master says to Mistress. I have been instructed to call her that. She pulls my ponytail harshly before walking behind me. Master comes to stand in front of me. I feel a pull on my back when she sits down in the metal carriage, but I remain standing. Master kisses the bit in my mouth and wipes the spit of my chest with a wipe. “You follow my tugs okay?! I want to take her on a date so we will take the scenic route to my hut. Don’t worry… You get to bring us back on Monday, too.” He smiles as bright as the sun. I nod. “Just need to add these.” He places eye blinders on both side of my face so I can only see part of the view in front of me. Once he passes by me I only see the exit to the barn. I feel another harsh tug when Master sits down. It’s been a while since I have transported two people at once. I wonder how long the walk will be.

My thoughts stop once the whip is cracked against my backside. I pull with all my might and let out a groan. Very slowly we start moving a little forward. The first steps are always the hardest, but once we are in motion I manage to set a nice pace. Walking on heels is relatively hard when the ground under you is mostly grass. I am glad we are taking already existing paths through the woods. The air is nice on my skin and I feel a little high when I breath in trough my nose. I love to be outdoors. My heart does a little happy dance when I realise Master and Mistress are having a good time on my ride. They are talking non-stop. Sometimes they crack the whip to keep me from losing focus. An occasional tug on the left or right shoulder gets me through the woods with ease. The people who are out on a walk wave at my Master. Some stare at me, but they keep a polite distance. Master found a gated community where things like these are perhaps not common, but also not frowned upon.

I walk for quite a while and after crossing over a road in between the patch of forests I realise I have no idea where I am. Master only took me on a few walks outside of his property since I have been training, so there is still a lot of this neighbourhood to be seen. A sharp tug on the left side, makes me follow a much narrower path into more of a flowers than trees area. I walk towards a small lake and the sand path changes to wooden planks under my feet. I wonder if this part of the woods is accessible for everyone or if my Master maybe own it. In an open space both sides get tugged and I can finally stop walking. My skin is glistening from my sweat and my face is probably blotched and red coloured. I am walking in direct sunlight, but Master did put sunscreen on me before we left so perhaps my skin just feels like it’s burning instead of it actually getting sun burned. They get of the carriage, I can feel the bar between my legs lifting up. It presses both the dildo and butt plug deeper into me. I moan through my gag.

“Right on time.” Master says next to me, I cannot see him due to the eye blinders that are still on me. The woman takes place in the hammock with a loud sigh.

“It’s beautiful here. Can’t believe this place is just a forty minute walk from your place. You must come here often.” She says. My eyes widen in disbelief. Had I been walking for forty minutes? No wonder I feel a so out of breath.

“I do. I come here whenever I want to calm myself down. Or for a little swim.” My Master comes to stand before me and he smiles wide. “I wanted to show you. I wanted to spent some time with you in a special place now that I have you to myself for a little while.” My heart stutters in my chest and I feel myself getting a little light headed at the lovely comments.

“Aww, thank you sweetheart. It’s nice we can spent the weekend alone for once.” Mistress answers. I take in the blow with dignity.

I tune out as Master starts loosing me from the bar between my legs. He takes of the eye blinders and releases the bit from my mouth. He throws the bit into the mud near the water. He tells me I’ll clean it before we leave again.

“It’s time for you to regain some power.” He tells me, he takes me by the hand and leads me to the shade of the tree. Right next to the tree trunk there is a metal rod sticking out of the ground with a horizontal plateau on top of it. “It’s like charging station. While you get recharged by sitting on top of it, Mistress and I will enjoy ourselves for a moment and bask in the beauty of this place. I know you won’t mind, perhaps you’d even like it.” He puts me onto the bar so that the plateau is right under my vulva. He then pushes me down so I am sitting on top of it. I can’t lower myself further and if I stand up my inner lips are still touching the metal surface. There is no escaping the rod. Master says I’d like the bar, so I shall like it.

I lower myself onto it so I can give my legs some rest. Mistress undresses herself.

Master throws a rope over a branch and makes the end of it into a noose. He pushes my head through the hole and fastens it around my neck. It’s like a thick collar. “In case you loose your balance.” Master explains and I just nod through the haze in my head. I always liked the idea of struggling to breath. It makes me instantly horny. Master smiles at me and pets my head. He then bends down and presses a button on the rod. It vibrates to life. “It’s made to give you energy so there will be a cycle repeating as to not overstimulate you. You are allowed to cum, but I don’t think you will. Just enjoy, if there is anything you need…” He pauses for a moment. “Bark.” I nod. He kisses me. I lift a little to kiss him back with as much eagerness as I feel, but then my pussy leaves the vibrations so I am stuck between choosing to kiss my Master or clit simulation. Master pulls away before I can try and reach even higher for him.

He leaves me standing in the shade. I press back down and treble through the first minute of intense vibrations. The plateau is small so it is hard to get clit simulation without losing my balance. To get it directly where I want it I have to use my stomach muscles to make sure I don’t slip off. I am still wearing heels and my hands are still tied behind my back, so the only thing keeping me up is the rods itself and the rope around me neck. I sigh out loud as the vibrations get a little less intense. From my place I have a great view of the entire open spot. Mistress and Master are laying side by side in the hammock. They are naked and have started foreplay. I can see Master’s hand travelling all over Mistress’s body. It makes me slither a little to the top of the plateau to get my clit simulated. I am so wet I keep slipping back.

After a few minutes the metal between my legs shuts off completely. Any sign of my orgasm is already long gone, but there is still a haze in my head of want and need. At this point Mistress is receiving oral sex from my Master. I only received it once before and it was by far the best I had ever experienced it. He goes in with so much licking and enthusiasm, it feels like he is ready to devour you whole. He manages to make his tongue thick and strong when he plunges in. Takes considerable time with your clit and pushes and pulls on it. In this very moment I envied Mistress more than anyone else ever.

I get lost in the haze. The warmness of the sun on my skin, the soft flow of water in the background and the leaves that rustle from the soft breeze have me immersed in state of zen. I closed my eyes a while ago and I keep tipping a little from left to right. I keep going until the rope around my neck makes it impossible for me to fall any further so I tumble to the other side. I don’t know how long it has been since we arrived at the spot, or how long I have closed my eyes, but when I open them again Master is in front of me. He caresses the side of my face with his right hand and brings it down to my chin. He lifts my head up a little and kisses me kindly. It’s an open mouth kiss with long and slow strokes of our tongue intertwining. It clears my head and I can feel myself land back down on earth. An earth where the metal rod in between my legs is buzzing very lowly, where Mistress is putting on back her dress and where Master is loosening the rope around my neck to re-fasten me to the carriage.

The rest of the walk goes smoothly. I have a little trouble starting the pace and to keep going once we hit another dirt road. Master whips me once when I almost grind to a halt, but with his encouragement I manage to keep walking forward. The dirt road leads to a little wooden hut in the middle of a circle of trees. It is quite small for what I assumed to be a home. I walk up towards the front porch and come to a halt sideways so that Master and Mistress step out before the doorway. Mistress immediately makes her way inside. Master fastens a leash to the loop on my collar and tugs me along the side of the house into a little shed. He loosens the carriage and takes out both dildos. I can feel the wetness between my thighs when they come out. At the stop Master had re-applied some lube to make it easier, but I was already wet enough so there is an abundance of wetness flowing freely.

“Come here, girl.” Master says as he motions for me to stand before the wall of the shed on the other side. Master grabs a hose from the side and turns the water on. I freeze when I feel the cold water hit my body. My nipples tingle and I try to shield myself from the harsh water with my hands. Master had untied my hands from behind me so I could move them freely again. He makes sure to get every last part of me. He tells me to bend over and spread my thighs and cheeks so he can spray water down my holes to clear me of my wetness. He comes closer to me as I am bent at the waist and grabbing with my hands onto my ankles. I feel the pressure on my asshole become more and more persistent until I can feel him entering the hose into my asshole. The water hits my inside like an enema and I cramp up. He thankfully leaves me to empty myself within seconds.

I thank him for cleaning me.