I've included musical accompaniment using Spotify or locate the song title through the music application of your choosing. Reading speeding of course will play into and I note if something should be read at a slower or faster pace. If you experience frisson you could likely experience it here as well. I haven't done this and would appreciate any feedback if you enjoyed the experience! I used songs from the soundtrack Bram Stoker's Dracula, the playlist. Time slows to an almost non existent pace the instant I made the fateful decision. The slowing of time helped me think quickly. And it's as if the moon also took part in my play, dimming herself to assist. Suddenly, the only sounds present are the sounds of the leaves crackling, echoing as the leash of mine you held in your hand falls loudly to the forest floor. The other sound is that of my pounding heart, beating as if yelling vehemently "Why did you choose this?", dutifully pumping adrenaline and oxygenated blood through my veins desperately providing me with the strength and endurance to outrun you... My knees, which had been prepared to remain in kneeling position, begin to crack as I scoop the fallen leash and leap up. The same leaves that made the noises from my leash are underfoot as I use them for traction hoping they won't slip. As my right foot turns, I push off from my left heading towards the right where the trail is. Too late now; I have no choice. RUN. He had always reminded me while fastening my leash to my collar, pulling me close to his face with one hand and with the other grabbing my jaw turning my head gently to whisper a low growl in my ear: If you ever run I will catch you do so at lightning speed If you hide I will find you do so but hide quietly A cold chill races through my body as sweat drips down my furrowed brows. The image, a stunned look on his face, is seared into my brain. I know I have given myself a few extra seconds for a head start. He wasn't prepared. This, wasn't part of the plan; his plan. This, is why I was given an extra few seconds; stolen. *Lucy's Party We came here as Dom and dutiful sub. He loves to lead me around in the wild at night. The anticipation of our forest meetings had us both excited and on edge all week. Before getting out of the vehicle I am collared with his favorite collar. He chose for me, therefore has special meaning. I feel the pressure of the leather being tightly wrapped around my neck; a slight panic washes over me until he loosens to the proper notch. I believe he does this on purpose as a psychological reminder he's in control; control of me. Stepping out of the car I know what's required of me; I am to wait quietly until he 's ready. He will calmly and firmly say, "COME". I walk over to him with my head down looking only at my feet. Stopping a few inches in front of him with my feet facing his, I wait. His right hand comes across my right shoulder brushing my hair aside, lifting my chin up to expose the ring in my collar. My eyes averting his until I hear the familiar click. With the leash locked onto my collar I draw my eyes upward to meet his. Even in the moonlight his eyes shine brightly with excitement. I love how excited he is. I adore making him this excited. It is with reverence how much I enjoy this time to make him happy. This, his shining happy eyes, is my reward. He wraps the length of the leash around his hand tugging me closer to him. I love when he uses my leash to pull my head in closer to him. Leaning into my ear he whispers: If you ever run I will catch you do so at lightning speed If you hide I will find you do so but hide quietly I love the comforted feeling of being led as he gently nudges the leash to make me move and follow him. He leads the way on the trail away from the parking area. I feel especially excited no one is here and there is a feeling of magic in the air. A crisp cool night with the bright moon ducking behind billowy full clouds. As he clutches at my leash, he tells me how he's been wanting all day to be in my wet mouth. His way of missing me and this excites me, as I've missed his amazing cock. We walk the path a few yards heading to our normal area, however my heart skips a beat when he chooses to leave the path heading towards a thick grove of trees. A new spot for his cock worshiping. My palms heat up in excitement, soon he will be in my hands. I've waited all week to have him in my mouth. I see a small clearing as light fog floats around the trees. The fog dampens the noises the leaves crunching under our feet make. Climbing over brush and branches, in this less disturbed area, he leads me to a fallen tree at the small clearing. Tonight he allows me to pick my own switch. I look around while he holds my leash. I find a 3 foot small twig on the ground in some moss, away from the wet leaves. It's dry and less dense than a wet stick therefore should work nicely. Tonight I'm feeling less in need of a sharp crack. He smiles as he's pleased I have found the one I wanted. Makes me smile how the littlest details of my happiness can please him. Moments like this keep me always wanting to suck him dry. I am now even more eager to take him in my mouth, fucking me down my throat and emptying himself. He looks down at me and nods as if he can read my mind of my desirous need to swallow him; this is making him hard. He quickly spins me around, with his hot hand he leans me up against the tree trunk. He brushes the twig down my ass and lightly across both ass cheeks. Pulling back. WACK! I jolt forward feeling the light sting on my right ass cheek. I'm even more wet, as he flicks the spot where he smacked me. Dragging the twig up my back he presses the stick firmly, leaving scratches in my skin. I'm aching for him. Two or three days, leading up to our forest meeting I'm not allowed to touch myself. He gives me a strict no cumming policy. He knows how hard it is for me to not cum daily. Sometimes I can't obey, happily taking my anal punishments. Tonight however, I beam with pride when he asks, "Have you been a good girl for me and stayed away from your easily excitable wet cunt"? In the way he loves me saying 'yes' breathy I respond, "Yes. I have been a good girl and have not touched my easily excitable wet cunt". I notice this gives him extra pleasure as he lets out an excited growl. Gently he kicks the inside of my feet to spread wider; my body responds dutifully. Slowly he drags up the twig from the inside of my left ankle, sliding up lightly tickling my inner thigh stopping in my folds of my pussy. Pushing it deeply against the crotch of my drenched panties, I let out a moan. Horizontally, he lets the pressed stick linger there before sliding back down my inner right thigh, down past my trembling calf and finishing at my ankle. He might fuck me tonight. Whenever he plays with my pussy I usually get a load inside me. He yanks at the leash to get me to turn to face him. Escorting me away from the tree, we walk a few feet to the center of the clearing. My heart races with anticipation as I prepare for the final phase of play. With the thoughts of him in my mouth...my fingers touching his thighs...exploring in between his thighs...cupping his balls...licking him...sucking him deeply... balls deep... down my throat...hearing his vocal expressions; I can feel his excitement too. I can't wait for him to push me down...no longer can I wait and with lustful thoughts of his dick my legs buckle dropping my body to the forest floor on my knees.... ...My lungs hurting, unprepared for the quick dash. I made my way back to the path in the area free of twigs and large branches. Without having to jump I am able to gain some speed. Increasing my distance away from him. I hear him. A noise deeply from his throat, guttural, something unheard of before tonight. My heart is racing frantically, what had I done? I wanted to feed his primal side, but now, but now I'm terrified as we haven't played like this. This in fact wasn't play. I defied him the moment I chose to run; when he accidentally dropped my leash, in excitement I took advantage of him. When had I planned this? I hadn't and now I don't know what to do. Usually our play is "planned spontaneity" but I took his planning away; this is all my doing. My choosing. He's going to be filled with a rage; I left him hungry, hard and bewildered. The plan was to suck him, swallow him and now he has to work. He has to work for his food. My beating heart is thumping thunderously in my ears. With my nostrils flaring to help fill my tightening chest expand with more air, I race for my life down the trail. My calves are burning from the sprinting. I'm praying my feet will carry me further to the next grove of trees just down to the right. Paranoid I will trip and fall, I hope there is nothing large down this partially bare path. Suddenly, I can hear rustling of dry brush coming up quickly behind me. Unsure where he is, I'm too scared to turn for fear turning my head will only slow me down. I can't see that far in the dark without needing time to adjust my vision. There are no other sounds other than twigs cracking. Quickly, I spring from the trail heading to the grove of trees. Swallowing hard, I made it, slightly relieved; now I can just hide. My eyes frantically dart around, uncertain if the objects are moving shadows or safe places I can hide. I hurriedly find a shrub behind a large tree I dive taking cover. We've never done this. We've never even discussed anything like this. I don't know how much would actually enrage him. He really dislikes brats, he has a low tolerance for brats; is this brat like behavior? Have I gone too far? I'm suddenly filled with dread over my decision to run. Should I have run towards the vehicle to hide in or in case I needed to actually get away? I don't know why I did this. My heart told me to run. My gut said run. My instincts said RUN. My throat tightens as I'm gasping to catch my breath. I try to breathe deeply to fix the cramp in my side. Suddenly, I hear fast thumping footsteps coming closer, slowing down to a heavy gait crunching dry brush; he's near. Can he smell me? My heart picks up beats, racing while I'm hiding as he nears. I'm afraid my pounding heart is going to give me away. As the heavy footsteps creep closer, my heart now skips a beat when I hear him just a few yards away: If you ever run I will catch you do so at lightning speed If you hide I will find you do so but hide quietly I slap my hand over my mouth to hide my frightened gasp. Goose bumps prickle my arms. I feel like I'm going to pee my panties any second for being so terrified. What will happen when he finds me? He's so close. I don't know what I was thinking. How is it possible I can actually feel his raging hunger? Electricity, the air is charged, the hairs on my arms and back of my neck are standing. I'm afraid. Would it be better if I gave up and surrendered? I think he passed me to the right of my hiding spot. I should make a run for the car. I draw in quiet courage readying myself to leave the false safety of the bush and large tree. The dim moon streaming through the barren branches leaves nothing but shadows of the trees. My eyes are trying to adjust towards the direction of the parking lot. With the moon now behind it should easily light the way for me. I'm trembling with fear, knowing if I move there's a good chance he will hear me. I no longer hear his footsteps. Deciding it's now safe, I twist slowly to my left to get up. I hear a growl as he snatches tightly to my right wrist. Pulling me up, flings me around to face him only to grab my leash- why didn't I think to take it off?! He jerks the leash with such force it knocks me down to the ground floor. My shaking hands break my fall. I'm now on my stomach. I understand now why I stopped hearing his footsteps, as I lift my head peering through my disheveled hair, I notice he is now completely nude. His cock steadfast and hard pointing at me in an accusatory stance ready to punish. He knew exactly where I was this entire time, quietly watching me, peeling his clothes off. He catches me looking up at him, I slam my face back down in the dirt clobbering my nose. He growls: If you ever run I will catch you do so at lightning speed If you hide I will find you do so but hide quietly You weren't fast enough, nor were you quiet. With leash in hand he's hovering over me in between my feet, kicking my ankles harder than he did when he used the twitch; I can feel his rage. Wet leaves sticking to my quivering thighs, I slide open my legs. I can't see what he's doing behind me while I'm face down on the ground. His breathing is labored not from running, but catching me; he's beyond excited. I jolt when I feel my panties being violently ripped from my body. His knees now firmly pressing on the backs of my thighs. I feel his hands pressing on me, spreading my ass as he sinks his steel hard cock deep into my wet swollen pussy. A whimper escapes my throat while he pumps mercilessly slamming into me. I press the palms of my hands firmly in the slightly damp ground to keep from sliding forward for fear he'll think I'm trying to get away again. His knees now digging into the backs of my thighs, he drives deeper into me, plunging. Just as my pussy begins to relax around his cock, he instantly pulls out. He springs to his feet tugging on the leash to get me to stand. While trying to catch my breath, he yanks me over to a tree. Slamming my back up against the tree the dry prickly bark digs at the skin of my back. Pushing me harder back, he uses my leash binding my wrists together, raising them above my head and tying them up around the tree. Harshly, this time he kicks at my feet to open my legs. I do as his body wills me. Grabbing the sides of my face he in a brute tone announces, "This is what happens when you run." With two fingers he pulls up my clitoral hood. Probing for my engorged clit he pinches gently. With his wet fingers he flicks my clit sliding further down and his fingers plunge deeply inside of my wet quivering cunt. My vaginal muscles squeezing him tightly will him to enter more of his appendages inside me. With his thumb pressing my clit, and in a breathy whisper, "Tsk tsk tsk you can't out run me. And you certainly can't hide from me. I own you. I own you especially now that I caught you. You're mine as I see fit." Rubbing my clit faster he curls his fingers inside of me as if summoning an orgasm from me. With my weakened legs, my thigh muscles tremble, they are failing to hold me up. Ironically my arms bound to the tree help me stay upright keeping me from falling like a rag doll. Vaginal muscles tighten the closer I am to an orgasm. My labored breathing this time isn't from running, I'm on the verge of cumming. He leans in and grazes my neck, his fingers pumping and curling faster. Grabbing my breast, he draws in my erect nipple in his mouth. Pulling and gently biting down on me sends an electric surge to my pussy. His fingers slowly pull out while he descends to his knees. With his wet fingers spreading apart my labia, the tip of his tongue searches for my clit. After pressing on my clit he flicks it with his tongue sinking his eager fingers deeply back inside me drippy cunt. My thigh muscles clench when he drags his wet tongue to the side he knows will push me over. With arms bound above me I look down and watch him in action while he makes me cum. My legs uncontrollably shake as my body shudders with ripples from my orgasms. Multiplying, continuous waves of pleasure rolling through me. As my breathing and heart beat slows back to a normal rhythm, he licks the insides of my thighs pulling himself up gripping my wide hips. Biting on my neck, he unfastens my arms removing them from the tree. With him pressed against me, I feel how hard he is, his cock pulsating. I need him. His hands on my shoulders guiding me, we switch places. Facing him he's now up against the tree. I smile because now he's in the pleasure spot. It's my turn to take care of him. He widens his stance as I cup him in my hands. His heat feels nice. Naturally, I lower to my knees. Placing my hands on his stomach I gently nudge him back against the tree. I slide my right hand down holding the base of his thick shaft. Slowly dragging the tip of my wet tongue up his balls I meet with my hand. Tilting my head a little, I flatten out my tongue pressing it firmly against the base of his hard throbbing shaft. I glide up slowly, purposely feeling for every bump and tracing every bulging vein. I lift my tongue, and with the tip I lightly flick at the frenulum. Pressing flush against the ridge where the head meets the shaft, I pull my tongue around making my way to one side and then back around. Opening my mouth slightly forming a small "O" shape, I insert his head shallow at first. Having my tongue seek out his precum, I lick over the top of his smooth soft skin on his tip. Closing my hot wet mouth more around his head, I add slight suctioning, pulling to drawing him in. I can feel him throbbing. Giving me praises through his growls and moans. Widening my mouth I position him down while taking more of him in. I relax my throat and take him in further down, pressing my nose towards his stomach. Hitting the back of my throat, I instantly gag causing my throat wanting to close up tightly around his cock. I pull him slowly out of my throat dragging my mouth along with tons of my spit left on him. Leaving him soaked. Dripping. Holding his shaft in my hand I lift him to pull on the skin of his balls gently with my wet lips. Suckling his balls, I tug. My hands now on his thighs, I position my mouth over his head lifting and pressing his head through my lips and back into my wet mouth. His praise is louder, grabbing the sides of my head with my ginger red hair entangling his fingers, he pulls my head down on him to go deeper. Relaxing my throat, his cock slides towards the back of my tongue down my throat gagging me again. With him pressed up against the tree, he forces my head back to give himself room to move while fucking my throat. My gagging and moaning increase as his speed increases. He's getting close, shifting his stance squatting lower. Surprising me, he pulls my leash back, pushing me backwards. Dropping the leash, he slightly knocks me back and hovers over me. Flipping me over up on my knees doggy style, he pile drives his wet throbbing cock deeply into my swollen pussy from behind. Pumping fervently, his moans alternate my groans. Panting as my thighs tremble; I'm cumming again. My body shudders as he holds himself still inside me for a second. My vaginal muscles undulate around his cock with my orgasm. He starts pounding me again. Harder and deeper this time. Moaning out loud he tells me he's cumming, therefore I press back a little into him. I can feel deeply him unloading every bit of his seed inside me. He caught me. I'm his. He marked me. I'm owned. Until the flip~ unleash Dedicated to Meta- before meeting we both had this similar fantasy, then explored it further one night, the 2nd time we spoke, co creating during some absolute fucking amazing phone sex! I appreciate you.
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