Having been too long since the girl had enjoyed a nice walk, she decides to get some air. It is warm out and she throws on a short little dress as so to enjoy the breeze, as it may blow up across her inner thighs. She decides the dress is a little short and that she best wear panties today, as many children in the neighborhood think she has the best lap around. She grabs her house key and her headphones and just in case she brings a special little parcel with her. Enjoying the sunshine, the fresh air and watching the golfers on the course as she walks her mind travels...could this girl....should this girl...NO...it is broad daylight...what was He thinking.

She hits play to see what tape she has in her tape player. Smiling to herself as the melodic tones start to fill her head, the music that takes her on so many of her life journeys, it is Enya. Walking along the girl finds her hands starting to caress her hips, her eyes closing often, the hands traveling slowly to her ass...down her thighs and up rubbing on her breasts. She tries to remain aware of the people around her, she is glad it is a quiet day in the neighborhood.

There is a hand on her shoulder and a presence behind her. She knows she should run and yet she feels so much comfort, feeling as one with whomever is here. There is a breath on her neck and a whisper in her ear 'Do not fear, slave.' She begins to protest, 'But?'...'SILENCE slave' He says. She hears the command and knows she has no need to fear but how did He get here, and when. Lowering her eyes to the ground she is silent, feeling a calmness course through her veins, almost as if, it is His blood that causes her heart to pump.

He asks His slave 'Have you done as I asked, nod if you have slave.' Her head nods. He says 'good girl' and gives her a firm but gentle swat on her peaches. 'Where is it then my sweet slave?' He asks her. Reaching down the front of her dress she removes a small kleenex. 'Careful, my sweet child, we do not want to drop it.'

The hand of the Master pushes her gently to the side of a small hill, overlooking the golf course. He pulls her into Him and she feels the warmth of His body, the touch of His skin, the pulse of His heart, and the firmness of His cock as it rests in the small of her back. 'Are you ready to do as Master has requested, my sweet slave?' She tries to think clearly, tries to look around to see who may be watching. 'You know what I do I do for you, you know the Master shall never do anything to harm one so precious. Now are you ready?' She is at complete ease with His words, knowing He has never guided her wrong before, and she nods her head yes for her Master. 'Good girl' and again His hand touches her bum, lingering for a moment, His lips moving to her neck, kissing her gently. She is His at this moment in time, all she does she does for Him, she hears no one and sees no one, except for the sound of His voice and the touch of His flesh.

His hand rises slightly upwards taking with it the hem of her dress. He stands back a bit and admires her, 'Very nice indeed my sweet and sexy slave.' She feels Him pull her into Him and His fingers begin to prod under the edge of her sopping wet panties. 'Slave, why are you so wet? Who does this to you? You will answer me now and out loud.' She whispers, 'You do, Master.' 'Louder, please my sweet' He asks while His fingers continue to search her silken wet quim. 'You do, Master.' she repeats in a louder voice. 'mmm hmmm' He replies, as His fingers thrust deep inside her. 'And would you like to taste this nice pussy, my sweet slave?' She nods her head eagerly as His fingers rise to her lips. She tosses her head back and tastes her sweet juices, sucking on His finger and so wishing it was that hard cock that she keeps feeling touch her. He senses her thoughts, 'NO slave, this is for you and you alone as we discussed earlier.' And with that she feels Him push gently on her shoulder, 'Sit little one and spread your legs for the men on the golf course.' She glances up briefly seeing that they are too far to see and senses that silly Dom grin as it crosses His lips. Her body lowers and her legs spread. She would almost feel embarrassed if she were not so in need of Him. 'Pull your panties to the side and touch yourself for me slave, I shall keep watch for any children that may venture our way, pretend your hand is mine.' The grass tickling at her legs as she sits here, she pulls her panties to the side. They are drenched with her juices. Her clit throbs waiting to be touched by His hand and so she pretends, as He watches that her hand is His. Her fingers begins to caress her clit in small circular motions and she moans lightly.

'Have you forgotten something, slave?' He hands here the small package and asks her to put some on, carefully she unfolds the kleenex. She looks at the tiny grains and wonders what this is supposed to do, but trusting in Him totally she takes her finger and places it in the cayenne pepper, she looks down at her glistening folds and begins to rub a few grains into the head of her clitoris. She smiles softly as there is no pain just pleasure...giggling in her mind that it does nothing...thinking she is one up on Master...she places her finger back in the cayenne pepper and takes another fingerfull. 'Careful, my sweet' He says to her as she continues to rub it into her clit. She thrusts her fingers deep into her pussy, sliding them in and out with eager anticipation. She thinks the cayenne pepper is old and inactive and raises her fingers to her lips, tasting her sweet and owwwww hot juices. Well the pepper is hot to taste but nothing compared to the heat within the pit of her stomach that builds as she imagines His hands roaming her sex.

'STOP! and fix yourself slave, there is someone approaching.' He sits beside her on the hill, and yet still just out of her vision. She pulls her dress down so it covers her velvet, saddened as she was so close to the edge, thinking if she could just wiggle a little perhaps she could bring it on. 'Be still slave.' at the sound of Master's voice she is totally still and out of nowhere there is a cocker spaniel, she sees a leash and knows we are not alone anymore. Trying to not look too guilty she pats the dog on it's head and tries to make small conversation. The man with the dog seems to think it is a nice day to chat and for what seems like forever he stands there with his dog. Now in reality it was for just a few minutes. Hmmmm let the girl mention that cayenne pepper can become quite hot given a few minutes to sit on it's own. Squirming with the heat of her quim she glances at the man and the dog as they walk away. Her fingers go back to touch herself to see if she is okay, the pain begins to settle again at the touch and she returns to thinking Master's hands are on her sex. She feels herself getting so near the edge when He speaks again, 'Rise my slave, there are more people and we must find a quieter place to continue. Do you know of any my sweet and sexy one?' She stands and feels Him as He pushes against her, she wants Him so badly in every possible way. He backs away, 'This one is for you, my needs will be met by knowing that yours are met.' She nods understanding, loving Him for all He has done for her, He has taken this one so far. She keeps trying to explain to Him that many think she too insolent to be trained and He just throws His head back and laughs.

'Oh dear' she thinks this cayenne is getting so hot as they walk away looking for a place that may be more sheltered. She is in a hurry now at this heat that seems to be searing her genitals and walks quickly around the condominiums searching out her patio. The sun is shining and she is sweating as they sit together upon her patio. She is afraid she must look a frightful mess at this time and He whispers in her ear,'You are so beautiful my luv, the flush of the heat upon your velvet glows in your eyes. Now slave, continue for me while I watch.' He stands behind her and she raises her dress up exposing her folds....her panties are drenched and pulled off to the side. She remembers her hands are to be His and she touches herself, the heat of the pepper lessening as she begins to caress her hard little clit. She glances down it is so red and so swollen, and in her mind she sees His hand, so gently touching what is His. His fingers inserting into her, she watches as they slide in and out. The sun beating down upon them, the smell of the fresh cut grass, the birds singing....the sound of Enya still pouring out from her tape player. What a perfect day this was for a walk she thinks, as His hand moves to her clit and begins to rub firmly. His other hand grabs her taught nipple through her dress and begins to squeeze at it. He senses her breathing and makes note as her hips begin to pump up and down along with His fingers as they move around her firm, and very wet clit. 'Remember this one is for you and you alone my sweet slave, permission is granted.' As he says this His lips brush across her neck, His fingers work a magic like she has never known, two of them thrusting into her quim and His thumb massaging at her clit. She is thrown into unending waves of pleasure as their orgasm surges through her body. Her hips rising and falling against His hand, whimpers escaping from her lips. She lies back for a few minutes trying to gain some composure, her eyes closing, thanking the Gods above for this delightful man that she calls Master.