I’ll lay down a rough blanket on the forest floor. Strip, I commanded, my voice dripping with authority.

Yes, Sir, she replied, her voice trembling with anticipation as she stripped bare, her body trembling with anticipation. I secured her wrists and ankles with thick leather cuffs, fastening her to the sturdy trees around us. The scent of the forest mixed with the scent of her arousal, heightening the intensity of the moment. I blindfolded her with a strip of dark fabric, taking away her sight and amplifying her other senses. She heard the rustling leaves, and the distant calls of wildlife, grounding her in the rawness of our surroundings.

You’re mine, you filthy little slut, I whispered in her ear, my breath hot against her skin.

Yes, Master, I'm yours, she responded, her voice breathless.

I started by teasing her, trailing a flogger over her skin, making her shiver in anticipation. She let out a soft moan as I let the tails of the flogger brush over her thighs, her stomach, and just above her pussy, building the tension. You like that, don’t you, you needy whore? I said, my voice laced with dominance.

Yes, Master, I love it, she gasped, her voice quivering.

I attached nipple clamps, tightening them just enough to bring a sharp gasp to her lips. These will remind you who you fucking belong to, I murmured before kissing down her neck. Every movement made her aware of her helplessness and my control.

I belong to you, Master, she moaned, feeling the sharp pain and pleasure mix.

I spread her legs wide, tying them to the sturdy roots of the trees, making sure she was open and exposed for me. I trailed a riding crop along her inner thighs, occasionally giving her sharp, stinging taps. You're such a desperate little cunt, aren't you? I taunted, watching her body react to the sensations.

Yes, Master, I'm desperate for you, she whimpered, her voice laced with need.

When I finally started to pleasure her, I did it with deliberate control. My tongue flicked against her clit, slow and teasing at first, then more insistent. She let out a series of moans, each one louder than the last. I used my fingers to tease her entrance, but not entering just yet. Beg for it, you dirty slut, I commanded, pulling back until she did.

Please, Master, please let me come, she pleaded, her voice thick with need, her moans desperate.

Tell me how much you want to come, you desperate whore! I demanded.

I need it, Master, I need to come so badly, she begged, her voice rising in pitch.

As she pleaded for release, I inserted a vibrating dildo, setting it to the lowest setting at first, then gradually increasing the intensity. You're going to come when I fucking say, and not a moment before, I declared, my tone leaving no room for disobedience. I continued to work my tongue and fingers, keeping her on the edge. If she got too close too soon, I pulled back, spanking her thighs with the crop. Not yet, cunt, I snapped, making sure she understood.

Yes, Master, I understand, she cried out, the combination of pain and pleasure driving her wild, making her desperate for release.

When I finally allowed her to come, it was after I'd pushed her to her limits. Now, come for me, you dirty little slut, I commanded, my mouth and the vibrator working in unison to send her over the edge.

Thank you, Master! she screamed, her body convulsing with pleasure, knowing I controlled every moment of her ecstasy.

Afterward, I gently removed the clamps and cuffs, soothing her tender skin with soft kisses and caresses. You did so fucking well, my good girl, I murmured, holding her close as she came down from the high. The forest echoed with our shared breaths, grounding us in the wildness of the moment.

Thank you, Master, she whispered, feeling safe and cherished in my arms.

You’re mine, always, I affirmed, wrapping her in my embrace as we savored the aftermath of our intense connection.