Her laughter faded into a gentle moaning whimper as he nibbled her lobe. She felt his stiff cock underneath his swim trunks press against her abdomen thankful she was so short. Had her pussy been even with his cock, she would have lost control and ripped off his trunks and fuck herself silly on it. She felt herself bewitched by his attentions and her pussy twinged at the thought they would make love in the woods.
He turned to her looking into those enchanting green eyes. “I have searched far and wide for your kind.” He said with a twinkle in his eye. She saw the look and tried to pull away in mock fear at being caught.
And as a nymph of the forest, any man that catches one becomes their master. Now that I’ve captured you, I claim you as mine. He said, a wicked smile forming. She recognized that look, her lips parted slightly and almost came. Her pussy gushed anew and knew he could smell the fresh musky scent as she saw his nostrils flare. Her legs wouldn’t hold her any longer and she gave in, sinking to her knees to the forest floor. Kneeling in front of him, she bowed her head and whispered, “Master.”
After a moment of thought, she straightened a little and looked up at Ben.
You have captured me. I am your forest nymph. I submit to you Master. She said breathily. She had accepted her role in the game without question, without remorse and without shame. She liked these games they played immensely and easily recognized when he started one. They had made love in the trees of her back yard but not out here. Not like this. She reveled in his taking control of her this way. He did say he made her his that first night in the shower and he proved it each time they made love. She was so turned on at this new version of the game she was ready to cum. She moved her hand to her pussy to get some relief when she heard his voice.
No. he said firmly in an unmistakable order. “You are not allowed to touch yourself unless I say. Do you understand Nymph?” She nodded. “I didn’t hear you.”
I understand. She said quietly, trying to invoke him to do something, anything that would give her some relief. Considering this role play was playing out in more detail than previous games, she had to be patient. She wanted him to do something, even slap her to get her mind off her need. He had been rough with her before and liked it but this was an altogether new experience at a depth she wasn’t sure of. The slight trepidation she had in this unfamiliar context made her pussy weep more in anticipation.
The pine needles under her began to emanate an odor of wet pussy mixed with wet dusty, dirty needles in an earthy like smell that reminded her all too well that she was naked and in the real outdoors of the forest. The thoughts made her gush more. ‘Oh God!’ she thought. ‘I’ll die if I don’t get some relief soon!’ she shouted at him in her mind. Just then, an idea formed.
You understand what? he said again in his firm tone. She realized she must not have heard him the first time and was quick to answer.
I understand Master. She said a little louder.
That’s better. I have always wanted a little forest nymph of my own and finally I have you. You seem to learn quickly enough. I’ve often wondered how long nymph’s lived. How long do forest nymph’s live? he asked in his naturally deep baritone voice. “Speak up now. I haven’t all day.” He urged impatiently.
We live a long time Master. She said raising her head to look up at him. Their eyes met and he winked at her with his wickedly sexy smile. Encouraged, she rapidly congealed the idea into a storyline.
So I would guess that’s longer than me would you say? he said.
Yes. She said trying to look a tad fearful and cowed. Her storyline was coming together. “But once captured, we live only as long as our captor pleasures us.” She said with a slight wicked smile of her own forming and winked back. He raised an eyebrow.
Hmmm. So you’re saying that you can’t live without being pleasured once you’re in captivity? he said looking thoughtful.
Yes, Master. That is why humans named us Nymphs. We will die in captivity without sexual pleasure. There is a word you humans use to describe this. I believe it is the word ‘fucked’. Even if we are released back into the forest we cannot survive without it. Once we are captured, our bodies and minds change and we lose our immortality and our moral limits. We become completely submissive to our new master and only him. She said. She looked so sexy and submissive as she looked up at him beneath her long lashes. He thought his cock would swell and burst hearing that and seeing her look at him in that way.
But I must warn you my master. She said in a sultry low voice. “The longer we stay in captivity, the more pleasure we need. You may have heard the stories of captured nymphs eventually taking their pleasure from their masters to be satisfied. I know of such stories where our kind are captured and their lust became so great that they take their pleasure from their masters one night while they sleep. They awaken with the pleasures. But, they fucked their masters so much, they are milked dry and die from too much of her need. The Nymph’s die too soon after as their need cannot be satiated.” She explained. “We do not seek out others to survive. We live only for our masters.”
He stood there mesmerized by her soothing sultry southern voice and creative storyline. Her kneeling naked on the forest floor was a fantasy come true. His attention was drawn to Jean’s hand moving between her legs again in an up and down motion. He knew she needed some relief and watched for several seconds as she massaged herself. As soon as her eyes closed and her mouth opened emitting a moan, he clapped his hands together in one very loud clap. Her eyes went wide open in a flash as she gasped and her hand froze in place between her thighs.
I didn’t give you permission to touch yourself my little nymph. He said bending over and waving his finger in front of her face. She closed her mouth and had a genuine look of fear and frustration. She moved her hand away slowly as she looked at him.
Master. I need pleasure. She begged in a breathy whisper. The tone was real as she really did need some kind of release and her whole body ached to get it. She would play her part though. “I need to be fucked. If I don’t, I’m afraid I’ll lose control and you won’t be able to stop me.” She teased. He gave her a smirk.
Standing upright again, he reached over for his pack and sorted through it. Pulling the rope out, she saw what he was intending to do and she felt fear. Her mouth started to open when he looked over to her. The expression he saw on her face was fear and hesitated for a split second. She saw his hesitation. He nodded his head ‘yes’ and she raised her hands in front of her putting them together.
Don’t worry my little nymph. I won’t hurt you or have anything happen to you that you don’t want. But I will tie you up to keep you from pleasuring me too much. He said and winked again at her. She relaxed a little but still uncertain about being tied up. She would use the safe word if she wanted it to stop it and knew he would honor it. Reminding her of that knowledge gave her the courage to continue.
Ben lifted her by an arm to her feet and faced her away from him her arms at her sides. His lust was building even more now that he had her in his control through the fantasy. His mind raced to all points of the universe at once as he tried to keep from just taking her.
Put your hands behind your back. He said firmly. She did. He took one end of the rope and held it against her wrists while she held her wrists together. He wrapped the slender rope cord around them five times then wrapped the rope across the ropes between her wrists twice to cinch the rope snug. He considered what to do with the excess rope for a moment. He shucked his swim trunks and put them away in his small pack and turned back to her. She hadn’t moved and saw her tremble slightly.
He came up behind her and pulled her wrists down a little forcing her to lean back. She gasped at the sudden movement her eyes wide. He brought his right arm around her chest just beneath her breasts and supported her. His lips dove to her neck and kissed her passionately. Soon her fear subsided as her passion began to claim her again as he claimed her. She moaned and whimpered as she felt his lips against her flushed skin. She was rubbing her thighs together in a vain attempt to gain the next level of their pleasure. He noticed her need and whispered and growled in her ear.
We’ll have none of that now or I’ll have to punish you. He said. She stopped and whimpered again. “Spread your legs.” He ordered in a low growl. She did somewhat awkwardly being in a leaned-back position. He pulled her wrists down forcing her to lean back more. Her breasts were standing proud on her chest. Her nipples stood more proudly on the tips of her breasts, swollen and very hard. He brought his right arm out from around her and with the tip of his middle finger, lightly grazed the end of her left nipple. She let out a shuddering breath. When he did this to her right nipple, she moaned and orgasm’d, her legs buckling beneath her.
He wrapped his arm around her again and gently lowered her to the forest floor. She was shuddering for a few moments afterward and he knelt beside her to steady her. When she stopped shuddering, she opened her eyes and looked into his. With lips parted he kissed her, hard and deep.
When they came back up for air, both were breathless. His cock was aching now from having been erect so long. Her turgid peaks were hard as diamonds.
That..was.. incred..ible! she said breathlessly. Another minute more and she could speak more clearly. “I’ve never had an orgasm from just having my nipples touched.” She said, still a little taken aback.
Did my little nymph feel her pleasure? Ben said still in character. Jean swallowed and nodded then looked at him.
I did Master. But I need you to be pleased. She said softly slipping back into character.
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