Pleasure at Dawn

He was holding my hand and I followed him. He knew where we were going, I did not. It felt safe because he was leading me. I trusted him. I would give my all to him. I had given my all to him. Many times.

It was dark and I couldn’t see. I knew we were in the forest. It smelled like pine needles, like moss, like spring, like life and awakening. He had blindfolded me and told me to sit in the car. So I did. He was my Master, I was his slave. What he says, I do. Because I trust him, and I had agreed to do so. He knows how to make me feel safe, how to soothe me when I am struggling and how to show me where my place is when I am out of line.

So here we were now. In a forest. Our fingers intertwined. I was blindfolded, and followed his lead. I could smell him, even with the forest around us. The smell of him made me alert, aroused and happy. He was who I wanted to be with right now. And being out in nature, at 5 AM, hearing the birds sing, the twigs crack under our feet, feeling his strong hand slightly pulling me and holding me steady. I couldn’t imagine anything better happening in this very moment.

I wasn’t afraid. I didn’t know what he had planned. But I knew it would please him, and that pleased me. I couldn’t wait to show him my love and care in the way he requested it. I took a deep breath, feeling the wet morning air entering my lungs, smelling the intensity of nature’s fragrances. I smiled. I felt at peace. I was calm. I couldn’t wait to please him.

He stopped and I almost stumbled into him. He laughed. “Blind as you are, I am quite impressed you haven’t fallen yet, girl!” – “Thank you, Sir.” I replied, wondering why we had stopped. I felt him taking a step towards me, his hands running up my cheeks, wandering up and untying the blindfold. “Open your eyes. You will love this.”

I opened my eyes and held my breath. We were at the edge of a meadow. The grass was high and in a deep green. It was surrounded by tall trees but because it was a bit hilly, the dawn-light was hitting it just perfectly. The whole meadow was shining golden, the dewy dampness of the morning still lingering in the air and on the tips of the straws of grass.

He took my hand again, and we walked up the hill and stopped in the middle of the meadow. He opened his backpack and brought out a wand, two big nails and a rubberband. “Stand here and don’t move!” he said. He knelt down and pushed the nails into the ground and then attached the rubberband in a way that it would hold the wand steady and upward in the right angle.

“Undress!” he commanded. I took off my dress and underwear and stood naked in front of him. “Let me look at you in this wonderful light.” He walked around me, inspecting me from all sides. “Nice. Nice. Now kneel, girl.” I allowed my knees to sink into the wet grass and rest on the muddy ground. It was cold, damp but quite pleasurable. He came down next to me, spread my cunt lips open and placed the wand right on my clit. “Don’t move. At all. Hear me, girl?” – “Yes, Sir.”

The slow buzzing was soothing and I closed my eyes, feeling the first sunbeams dancing on my face. I heard him unzip his pants and the smell of him was close to me. I opened my eyes and looked right at his cock. It was semi-hard and looked glorious in the morning sun. He walked around me and I felt him tying together my wrists with the piece of fabric that he had used earlier to blindfold me. Now I really couldn’t move anymore.

He changed the strength of the vibration on the wand and siting still was difficult now. The buzzing was intense and I started panting a little. “Don’t you dare come before I do. You know our deal. Don’t forget!”

I hissed through gritted teeth. “What was that?” – “Nothing, Sir.” – “I thought so!” He was standing in front of me now, his hard cock close enough for me to smell it, but not reach it. I stuck out my tongue and tried to lick his cock. But my tongue wasn’t long enough. “Oh, look at you being all needy for my cock!” he laughed. I wanted to have his cock inside my mouth. I wanted to caress it, lick it, suck on it, choke on it. The vibrations of the wand both distracted me and made me want him more. He was clever. He knew how to show me that I was his needy slave.

I grunted. I opened my mouth and tilted my head back, hoping that he’d take the invitation. But nothing. I looked up at him, he looked down at me. “Beg for it. Beg for my cock.” he asked me. I swallowed. I didn’t know how long I could hold out with the wand pressed against my clit. I was already getting uncomfortable. If he would allow me to come, I would be able to. His cock looked golden in the sunlight. And I wanted it There was no denying it.

“Can you I please have your cock in my mouth, Sir?” – “Beg more!” – “Sir, I am your needy slave, and I want to please you. Please allow my mouth to please you.” I watched his cock twitch. “That is better. Good girl. Now take it.” His hands grabbed the back of my hand and his fingers held onto my hair. I automatically opened my mouth in both surprise and anticipation. He pushed his hard cock inside me, hitting the back of my mouth, I chocked for a second and then relaxed my throat. I was his to use now. My body belonged to him.

The sudden movements pushed me harder against the wand, the vibrations getting almost too overwhelming now. He held onto my head and used me as his hole. Deeper and deeper he pushed, his cock going into my throat. I tried to gasp for air, saliva was dripping out of the corners of my mouth. My body became limp, following his motions. The lack of air made me feel dizzy. The vibrations made me feel like I could fly. I was floating, he was molding me, and I was pleasing him. If I were able to smile, I would have smiled.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth, allowing me to breathe. Tears were running down my face as I was looking up to him. He smiled at me. His hands still in my hair, he pulled my face towards him, his balls hanging right over me. “Lick them, suck them, play with them! Yes, like that, good girl.” I sucked and licked, I played with them. I heard him moan. I couldn’t take the vibrations anymore and tried to disconnect from my clit, my cunt. But I couldn’t. I started to squeal. “Oh, no sounds from you, girl.” He pulled my head back and pushed his cock back into my mouth. He was even harder now, fucking my face relentlessly, deep, fast, only for his pleasure. I couldn’t breathe, tears made everything blurry.

I could feel him twitch. I wanted to twitch too. I needed to. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and his hot juices landed all over my face. My eyes were closed, and I could smell him. I could feel that I had pleased him. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. Begging. I didn’t say a word. I waited for him to allow me to come. He looked down at me, and smiled. “Good girl. You look beautiful, painted with my juices.” I waited. I knew he would allow me to come at any second. I heard myself pant. I could feel my tongue hanging out. I needed to come. He knelt down and turned the wand off. I screamed and started to cry. I was sobbing, as he pulled the nails out of the ground and removed the wand. He helped me stand up, walked around me and untied me.

He kissed me on the head. “Good girl. I am proud of you. You listen. You obey. You are really a good girl.” I couldn’t stop crying. Of frustration, of neediness, of happiness for having pleased him. We sat down on the ground, naked. He put his arm around me and I rested my head on his shoulder. My tears started to dry as we watched the last of dawn, the sun touching the tips of the trees around us.

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