The warm breeze on his naked body makes him shiver. He kneels, silently, his mind focused on the inky black of the blindfold, the sound of wind dancing through the trees, and the feel of soft grass beneath his knees. His ears strain to hear the sound of footsteps; even the slightest sound makes his body twitch in anticipation. He does not know what to expect.
He squirms, wishing he knew where She is, fearing that She has abandoned him to nature. Will She return for him? Has he displeased Her?
Every noise makes him jerk. He shivers, both from fear itself and from the arousal that the fear within him creates. He does not understand how he can be so afraid and yet so turned on at the same time. His mind wanders, playing a hundred different scenes in his head.
Will She allow him to be touched, fondled and tormented by others? Will they speak to him, or will they remain silent and unknown? Will they be kind, and hurt him beautifully, or will they be mercilessly gentle -- keeping him on the edge of passion, teasing him, yet not letting him climax? He imagines the feeling of many hands on his body, stroking, pinching, and slapping.
He is jerked to his feet and is forced painfully against the rough bark of a tree; he is held there by strong arms. His hands are bound tightly around the trunk. His head is jerked back, his hair tight in someone's grasp as another hand slaps his face. A warm, almost pleasant sting burns in his cheeks as first one, then the other is slapped, and then caressed gently by cool, sensual fingers. He is punched and prodded, tickled and scratched, as his mind drifts further and further away.
He feels his heart pounding in his chest. His arousal hardens his clit and telltale moisture glistens between his thighs. Sudden frustration invades his calmness as he becomes painfully aware of his biological body. He feels trapped within the confines of female flesh. If only he had the body that was trapped within his soul.
Pushing these thoughts away, he slips again into his fantasies. Now he is kneeling, pumping his erect cock as his Mistress whips him for Her pleasure. She commands him to work his dick harder, and he groans as he obeys, his mind reeling as he fights for control of his body, knowing that he must not orgasm, that this pleasure is not his to enjoy without permission.
He is to keep himself on edge, so that She may enjoy the sight of his arousal and discomfort as She mercilessly wields Her whip upon the strong flesh of his chest. Moaning, he grits his teeth against the petals of pain that explode across his skin again and again. He cries out as a particularly hard crack of the whip lands directly on his sensitive nipple.
A twig snaps somewhere in the distance, forcing his mind back into reality. The night is getting cooler, making his body erupt with goosebumps. He moans behind his gag, and he whimpers softly as his limbs cramp in their bondage. He tosses his head, stretching the muscles in his neck; his shoulders roll back and forth as he tries to ease the tension in his arms. Sighing contentedly, he settles back on his heels, and a small smile shows on his lips as more pictures form in his mind.
He kneels before his Mistress; his thighs spread wide as he leans down and gently kisses and caresses Her boots. He darts his tongue across the cool, soft boot leather; a low moan is trapped in his throat as he lovingly shows his devotion. He covers Her boots with kisses. He writhes as Her hand runs deftly through his hair -- as they brush the strands away from his eyes. His mouth moves even more eagerly; he licks until the leather glistens in the moonlight.
Lying on his back, he nuzzles her five-inch heels, and he runs his tongue up and down their length before taking them into his mouth. He guides each down his throat, moving his lips up and down the shafts; he face-fucks each boot vigorously.
The air about him stirs; a summer storm blows in on the wind. His body freezes, having lost all sense of time; he had not expected the wind which now gusts more powerfully about him. A dull sense of panic floods over him, his heart pounding in his ears, and his body listening with nervous sweat as more images race through his mind, now turning to darker things.
He is thrown against a wall, Her knee thrusts into his groin, Her hand, around his throat, makes it hard for him to breath. His eyes open wide as he gazes into Her face, seeing that stern, cruel look in Her eyes that tells him that this scene will not be an easy one. It will be a lesson in endurance, in absolute obedience and in pain.
The whipping is relentless and takes him to the edge of what he believes he can endure. It is for Her pleasure, and he takes it for Her; wanting to please Her and make Her proud of him. He begs Her to gag him, to give him something to bite on to smother the cries he cannot keep within him; he is denied. She is reveling in his discomfort, his agony, and in the sweet tears rolling down his cheeks.
A soft hand brushes across his cheek, bringing the boy back to the present. She gently removes his blindfold and gag, and he sees that the early light of dawn is just breaking on the horizon. He has spent the whole of this summer night bound in the moonlight with his thoughts.
He is sensitive to the slightest touch, and he is eager to show Her how happy he is to see Her. The night of silence, broken only by images of Her in his mind, has given him focus. He is ready for whatever is to come; he is ready for whatever pleasure She has planned for Her amusement.
Unclipping his restraints, She motions for him to crawl behind Her. He follows silently as She leads him back to the fireside. Other women are already there, seated around the fire, their submissives meekly at their feet. A feeling of reverence falls on the group as the boy is led forward.
Kneeling quietly where he is told to kneel, his Mistress stands before him. He shivers and looks up into Her eyes as she unclips the collar from Her belt. "Do you still wish to be mine?" She asks him.
"Yes Mistress," he whispers, his voice hoarse and dry from the long hours in the gag.
"Do you accept this collar, and the meaning behind it?" Her voice flows between them, piercing deep into the boy's ears, sending shivers down his spine.
"With all my heart Mistress," he replies, emotion choking his voice, causing it to tremble with every word spoken. "Please allow me to be Your boy, Mistress" he begs, his eyes fervent with longing.
She smiles softly, locks the collar around his neck and brushes the tears from his cheek. "You are Mine," she whispers, pulling him into a gentle embrace before grasping him roughly by the hair and forcing his lips down to rest upon Her boot.
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