The sun was already beginning to warm the field behind the small, isolated cabin, burning off the cool and dew of the morning. The door opened, and a couple stepped out of the rustic cottage.
They were both in their mid-twenties, obviously fit, similarly attired in cargo shorts, t-shirts and open-sided walking shoes. He was a full head taller than her, shirt and shorts loose; his exposed legs and arms displaying a wiry muscularity, hair shoulder length and dark brown. His attitude was enthusiastic, eyes bright and eager.
Her demeanor was far more subdued. There was the slightest hint of a slump in her shoulders, made more obvious by the tighter t-shirt she wore. The shirt outlined the curve of her moderate breasts and flat stomach, and the visible nubs of her nipples straining against the fabric made it clear she wore nothing under it. The light blue color of the t-shirt made a contrast to her brown hair hanging down in a ponytail. Her shorts were also smaller, coming barely to mid-thigh, showing her graceful, well-shaped legs. They each wore rucksacks. He looked across the field and breathed in the morning air.
“Perfect day for a hike, don’t you think?” he asked, still looking out from the cabin.
“Yes,” she replied tersely, looking at the ground.
“You were up early. Did you have any breakfast?” he asked her.
“Some.”
“You didn’t make any coffee.”
“Tea.”
“That’s all?” he asked.
“Toast.”
“Probably for the best,” he said. “Well, you know this area better than I do. Which direction should we head?” He looked around the field behind the cabin, eyes narrowed.
“There,” she said, making a small gesture.
He didn’t see it and asked, “Where?”
“Woods,” she said, raising her arms further and pointing across the field to the edge of the forest.
“Can you find your way?” he asked.
“Path,” she said.
“Alright, let’s go!” he said enthusiastically, starting to walk briskly from the cabin. “Coming?” as he looked back at her.
“Sure,” she said, and started after him.
They quickly crossed the field to the forest and entered the wood. The air was noticeably cooler. The path was well-worn, flat and wide.
“Kind of chilly in here,” he said. “Hope the sun gets down in here and warms it up pretty soon.”
“Yeah.”
“How are you doing? Not going too fast, am I?” He grinned at her.
“No,” she said quietly.
They walked in silence for some time. He looked around the forest with a cheerful air.
“It is beautiful here,” he said. “We should move out here full-time. Get you away from that pain-in-the-ass boss.”
“Wil,” she said, her mild annoyance overcoming the resignation she had been showing since they started.
“I’m just kidding, Alyssa,” he said to placate her. “I’m sorry, okay?”
“’kay,” she said, withdrawing again.
They came to a fork in the trail. “Which way do you think?” Wil asked.
“Left,” Alyssa said, looking down the trail into the thickening woods.
They had been walking for just over thirty minutes when Wil said, “I think this is a good spot. We’ll stop here.” They stopped walking, and he removed his pack and set it on the ground. A muffled clanking hinted that the contents were loose and metallic. Alyssa set her pack down as well. He sat on a log and gestured for her to join him.
“You should probably drink some water,” he said, fishing a small bottle out of her pack and passing it to her.
“Fine,” she said, opening the bottle and taking a sip.
He crossed his arms and sat silently for a few minutes, looking around the woods with interest. She sat hunched by his side. Finally, he let out a breath and slapped his hands on his knees.
“Well, I think it’s time we get started, don’t you?” He looked at her in anticipation.
“I... I don’t know if I’m ready for this, Wil.” It was the first time all morning Alyssa responded with more than a monosyllable. Her breath shook slightly, and she crossed her arms, rubbing them.
“Alyssa,” he said, his voice becoming stern now, “this was your idea. You practically begged me. You had it all planned out; you were so excited. I thought it might be too much, but you didn’t quit. We made these plans to come out here, took time off work. How do you think we will feel if we back out now? We need to see this through, don’t you think?”
“Yes,” she said shortly.
“Yes, what?” he demanded, harsher now.
“Yes, sir,” she said, eyes downcast. She waited quietly.
“Alright, then,” Wil said, satisfied. “Well?” For a long moment they looked at each other, his gaze one of resolve; hers, trepidation.
With a breath, Alyssa stood up and began to pull up her t-shirt. Its snugness caused her breasts to pull up and then drop as she pulled the shirt up higher. Her large, dark nipples were taut, pierced by silver barbells. She shivered slightly, and undid the button and zipper on her shorts, sliding them down her legs and over her shoes. As with her t-shirt, she wore nothing under the shorts. She handed both pieces of clothing to Wil, and stood before him, naked, wearing only her walking shoes. She crossed her arms over her breasts and waited nervously.
Wil sat for a time looking her up and down, wordlessly admiring her body. “Put your arms down,” he demanded, and she let her arms hang by her side, fidgeting slightly. He stood up facing her.
“My god, you’re beautiful, Alyssa,” he said quietly. She straightened and looked back at him, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.
“Thank you,” she replied just as quietly, and subtly pulled her shoulders back, pushing her breasts out.
“Come here,” he said. She approached him and he wrapped his arms around her. He leaned down and they kissed for a long time. He slowly began to lift her up and she made a small hop, jumping up and wrapping her legs around his waist, and her arms around the back of his neck. He held her small frame against his easily. She began to grind her hips into his, feeling his erection rising under his shorts. He pressed her into him from behind, and she continued to press her clit against the bulge in his shorts, head thrown back and breath increasingly rapid. Finally, Wil pressed her close, stopping her motion, holding her tight.
“You’re making it really hard to concentrate,” he said hazily. “I’ve half a mind to just throw you down and fuck you right here.”
She grinned. “That would be wonderful... sir,” the last word delivered playfully.
He pried her legs off him and lowered her to the ground, the moist spot on the front of his shorts already disappearing the mounting warmth of the day.
“Oh no,” he said. “You’re not getting out that easily. Are you ready now?”
Her earlier nervousness was now replaced by clear desire. “Oh, yes!” Her voice was breathy, provocative. “Please, sir. Please tie me up and leave me here!” She bounced slightly.
“If you insist,” he said simply, bending to open the other pack. He pulled out a bright red leather corset. The stiffness of the garment was evidence of heavy boning, holding a rigid shape.
“Turn around,” he said, and she turned her back to him. He reached around her front with the corset, pulling it together behind her. He calmly pulled it tight and secured the hooks up and down the back. The corset went from just above Alyssa’s hips to cups under her breasts, pushing them up and out but not covering them in any way. The corset was equipped with several d-rings around the circumference of the waist and held her body firmly upright. Wil took this opportunity to lightly fondle her breasts, and Alyssa closed her eyes contentedly.
Without speaking, he next pulled from the ruck a tube of leather in the same fire-engine shade as the corset. He guided her arms together behind her and pulled the armbinder up, trapping her arms together and pulling her elbows to almost touch. He ran the straps over her shoulders, buckling them, and pulled the zipper up, fusing her arms into one red leather, hands covered and a small ring hanging from the end. Alyssa wiggled and twisted her bound arms experimentally – not from any desire to be free, but with an unmistakable relish at being restrained.
Next Wil pulled out a tangle of straps attached to a bright red ball. Recognizing it immediately, Alyssa blissfully opened her mouth wide and closed her eyes. Wil pushed the red ball gag into her waiting mouth and secured the straps around her head, pulling them snug. He gave her right nipple a playful pinch.
“Mmmmmm! Nnnhh! Ahhh!” As he expected, her speech was rendered almost unintelligible, and her protests moot.
“Perfect!” he said. “You talk too much anyway.”
“Eyyy!” she protested.
“Too late to do anything about it now,” he said, pulling another red item from the bag, this time a high collar. “Chin up!”
Alyssa lifted her chin and Wil ran the collar around her neck, stroking her hair in the process. The collar held her head stiff and straight the way the corset did her torso.
“This color suits you,” he said. “I should make you wear this all the time.”
“Mmmmmm,” she agreed wordlessly, smiling around the gag.
Next, he pulled out two thick leather cuffs, two padlocks and a four-inch piece of chain. He leaned down and wrapped a cuff around each ankle. Alyssa stood patiently while he closed the buckles. He then clicked a padlock to one ankle and the end of the chain, repeating the process with her other ankle. Her feet were now bound close together, making any but the smallest steps impossible.
“You’re lucky I talked you out of the ballet boots,” he said matter-of-factly. “This trail is well-packed and smooth, but I think those heels would have been too dangerous out here, sinking into the ground. Maybe next time – we’ll see how this goes.” He reached back into the bag.
“Almost done,” he said, taking a purple, rounded and elongated shape from the pack, along with a piece of white rope. He held the vibrator up in front of her, and her eyes brightened in anticipation.
“Oh, I thought you’d like this one,” he said. He fed the rope through a d-ring on the front of her corset and gently placed the tip of the vibrator up against her pussy, rubbing her clit with his fingers at the same time.
“No lube necessary then,” he said, and slowly slid the vibrator into her. She closed her eyes and moaned deeply. Wil took a moment to enjoy her frank openness about her pleasure, and marveled that he was the one to – possess, the thought was the right word – this amazing creature. He took the rope hanging from her front and passed it between her legs, trapping the vibrator in her. He then put the rope through another d-ring at her back before finally bringing it through the ring on the end of her red armbinder, pulling it tight and tying it off securely. Now, any pulling on her arms would tug on the rope, agitating her sex and pulling the vibrator deeper in her. Alyssa knew this, and tugged at the rope anyway, breathing sharply as the doubled rope pinched at her clitoris.
“Mmmmm! Mmmmm! Ahhhh! Ooooohh!” she said, reveling in the sensations her restricted body was returning to her. While she was distracted, Wil fished out one last accessory from the nearly empty backpack. He held up a pair of clover clamps dangling from a chain in front of her. She opened her eyes when she felt him hook a finger through a ring on the front of her collar, registering what he held in his other hand. Alyssa’s eyes grew wide, this time in real alarm.
“Ohhhh! Nnnnn! Nnnnn!” she mumbled, shaking her head as far as the collar would allow, which was not much. She pulled against him, but he easily held her close by her collar.
“Oh, don’t be such a baby!” he said curtly. “You know you love them! I know we didn’t talk about them, but that’s part of what makes it fun, am I right?”
“Eeeeee! Ohhhhh!” she begged.
“Exactly,” he said, ignoring her protests. He hung the chain over the arm holding her collar and took her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling and pinching it until it was standing firm.
“Nnnnnn! Mmmmm!” her mumbles were now a high-pitched whimper. He took one clamp and squeezed it open, hovering over her nipple. He released the pressure, allowing the clamp to close over her sensitized tip. Her eyes rolled back in her head.
“Mmm! Mmm! Ohh! Ahh! Nnn!” Her whine was quick now, desperate. She started to shake. He mercilessly repeated the process with her left nipple, and then pulled a snap hook from his pocket and clipped the chain to a ring hanging from the front of her gag. This held the chain up and guaranteed that any movement of her head would tug on her throbbing nipples. Alyssa immediately understood what was happening and became still, trying to prevent any further torture on the tips of her breasts.
“Leeeee! Ahhhhh!” she begged him again, piteously. He remained firm.
“Nope, what’s done is done,” he said decisively. “You’ll just have to wait until you get back to the cabin to get them off. That’s our deal – I tie you up and don’t let you out until you make it back to the cabin. You were pretty insistent about it. I would hate to disappoint you.”
“Akkkhh! Ohhh! Nnnnhhhh!” she garbled angrily.
“Watch how you talk to me,” he said with a hint of threat. “Even when you get back to the cabin, I will decide what to do with you. Maybe I’ll leave you like this all day.”
“Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh! Leeeee!” she pleaded, again with a beseeching tone.
“Alright,” he said. “One last thing.” He pulled his phone from a cargo pocket, thumbing past the lock screen. He opened an app and tapped it a few times. A faint buzzing could be heard in the stillness of the forest. Alyssa alternated between moaning and whining, twirling her hips and rolling her head, heedless now of the additional punishment inflicted on her nipples.
“That’s the ‘tease’ setting, and it’s going to stay there,” he said firmly. “If I figured it right, by the time you get back, you will let me do anything I want to you if I promise to let you come. Of course, you always do anyway. Well, have fun, baby.” He leaned in and kissed her gently on the cheek, stroking her hair at the same time. “See you back at the cabin.” He gave the chain connecting her nipples a playful tug, eliciting a yelp from her. He reached down, closed both packs, and picked them up. “I’ll come back out in two hours if you’re not home.” With that, he turned and started briskly down the trail, in moments rounding a corner and disappearing from Alyssa’s sight.
She was alone in the woods, bound, teased, whipped into a sexual frenzy and unable to do anything about it. She whined to the trees, which replied with silence. She took a tentative step forward, only to be held short by the chain between her ankles. She would only be able to take tiny steps, making her walk back to the cabin much longer, delaying her release and further inflaming her need. She knew that Wil was not coming back, not for several hours at least, and she needed to get out and feel his hands on her. She took a small step, then another, then another. Carefully, painfully slowly, she began to progress down the trail towards home. Step, step, step...