Master blindfolds me the minute I climb into his car. He cuffs my hands together in my lap, and unbuttons my blouse far enough that my black velvet bra shows to any who might want to look. I feel Master sliding my skirt up high on my thighs so that my hairless vagina just peeps out from under the filmy fabric. He fingers my wet clit idly as he drives; not enough to bring me to orgasm, just enough to keep me very excited. Master says nothing to me for the whole drive, which must take at least an hour. After the long drive, part of which is on a gravel road, he finally stops his car and had orders me to step out. He gallantly helps me out and undresses me, undoing my cuffs just long enough to pull the sleeves of my blouse off my arms. When I am completely naked in the warm summer sun, Master buckles a collar around my neck and snaps a leash onto it. He leads me, blind and helpless, through what must be a sunny field. I can feel the long grass tickling my thighs. The ground under my feet is very even and soft. Then I feel the coolness of shadows on my skin, and the spicy scent of trees comes to my nostrils, and I know we have wandered into a wood. The ground is a carpet of moss and pine needles.

Not even a hint of light can pass the blindfold. Master binds my arms to a tree branch, over my head and wide apart. He spreads my legs apart and binds them to two tree trunks. I am bound in the goddess position. My bare feet are resting on a soft bed of fresh pine needles. I feel the warm breeze blow over my stiffened nipples and caress my shaved pubis. Moisture trickles down the insides of my thighs. I don’t know where Master has taken me, except that it is outside and far from habitation. I can hear no cars, no city noises.

Roses. I can smell the soft scent of roses surrounding me. The slightest whisper of sensation trails over my cheekbone, down my jaw line, under my chin, and finally down to the hollow at my throat. Master is trailing a rose over my face. The soft petals of the rose trace over my breasts, tickle my hardened nipples. I gasp aloud.

Master places a finger against my lips; his meaning is clear, I am to make no noise. I shiver as the rose continues its travels over my body, tickling under my breasts, stroking my armpits, the insides of my thighs and that sweet sensitive spot where my buttocks meet the top of my thighs. I am trying so very hard not to moan. I can feel the rosebud slide between the wet lips of my vagina, and over my stiff clit. It is too much for me to bear, and I let out a shuddering moan. Immediately, the rose is taken away, and I sigh in disappointment.

The sharp smack of the paddle on my tingling buttocks comes as a complete surprise. I cry out loud. The smack is repeated again, and again. Try as I may to be quiet, I can’t help crying with each paddling.

"No one can hear you cry here, love," I hear Master whisper in my ear. These are the first words he has spoken to me since he came to pick me up. "So, by all means, scream as loud as you like. I’ll make sure you have reason to."

"Please, Master," I start to beg, franticly. Again, he places a finger against my lips.

"No words," he says. "Grunts, groans, moans, screams, those are fine, love. But out here, you’re my little animal. No words from my little pet."

I nod my head to let Master know I understand. I hear the swish of Master’s suede flogger as it whistles through the summer air. He lets the soft suede tails tickle over my shoulders and back, then starts to flog me, slowly and sensuously. I am moaning, and rocking forward with each blow. The way I am bound allows Master to step around the front of me and flog my thighs, gently flog my heaving breasts. I can feel my skin warm under the caress of the lash, and the wind helps to cool it again. The sensation is intoxicating. I slide deep under the sensations and ride on them, like a wave. I know Master is picking up the pace and intensity, but it only feels more exquisite. I’m thrusting my hips forward shamelessly, wordlessly begging for some attention to my starved clit. I don’t have to beg for long. Master is now flicking my pubis with the tip of his riding crop. I grunt, and force my hips forward farther, helping to spread my pubic lips apart, so he can reach my throbbing clit with the leather tip of the crop.

Master alternates between flicking the tip over my hardened nipples, and then over my clit. I am moaning loud and long with each terrible, tender caress. I feel his warm hand cup the cheek of my buttocks, and he all but lifts me up and tilts my pelvis forward. He is now concentrating all his attention on my wet vagina. The crop heats my mound, then flicks my clit, in a delicious rhythm that has me writhing in his strong hand.

"Beg me, pet," he hisses in my ear. "Beg me without words to let you come."

I thrust my hips forward roughly. I moan and cry and entreat him with my whole soul to give me the release I am craving so desperately. I know he is pleased with my performance. He gathers my nipple into his mouth and sucks it hard while he concentrates the leather tip of the crop onto my clit, quick slaps that make it swell and throb. I am so close, so very close…

"Now, pet," Master commands me.

My entire body stiffens as I let out a long, triumphant scream. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. I am shuddering from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. It feels as if the orgasm will never stop. Masters arms are around me, supporting my body as I slowly stop shivering and whimpering. His lips are soft against mine. His tongue gently tickles my lips and I open my mouth to let him in. We kiss passionately as he strokes my hair and smoothes his hands over my back and buttocks.

"Well done, love, well done my little pet," Master praises me. I hang limp in his arms and from the trees. There are no words for my emotions now. I am utterly empty, and also as open and present as I have ever been in my life. Even without the use of my eyes, I feel every living thing around me, from the trees, to the plants on the forest floor, to the birds and squirrels in the trees around us. Only Master can make me feel this alive.