Male dominant, female submissive

“Why does a sunrise hike have to happen at sunrise?” she asks, stretching as they step out of the car.

“Something about the very definition of sunrise, my dear,” he responds, hefting a backpack over his shoulders. “Let’s head out.”

And so they did – wandering through the woods, along a barely-defined trail, the brisk morning air forcing the sleepy from their joints. They laughed regaling old tales. They cursed spider webs. They hit a lookout point and marveled as the sun crested the horizon.

With the sun fully in the sky, she started to turn back. “Hold on, let’s go just a little bit further,” he commented, and they continued on the path. Within a mile, they entered clearing – and old jungle gym, wet from the morning dew, stood before them. He reached up and went over the monkey bars, swinging his body wildly with each rung.

“Yeah, this should hold up just fine,” he commented, completing the stunt, before taking off his backpack.

“What’s in there, anyway?” she asked.

“Oh, some snacks, some water – maybe a surprise or two.”

“I like surprises,” she responded. And with that, he kissed her. When they broke for breath, and reached for each others’ lips once again, his teeth found her bottom lip, and he nibbled. She purred. His hands worked their way to her waist and he unbuttoned the fly of her jeans.

She broke off, “what if anyone else comes?”

He looked at her, responding “we are miles away from the only entry point to that trail – there was nobody else parked when we arrived, and we heard nobody on the trail. And we hiked at a pretty good clip, so we’d have quite the head start on any voyeurs.” And he waited a second before pulling down the zipper of her fly. “Besides – I thought you enjoyed an audience.”

The next few seconds included him disrobing her. With the fly of her jeans undone, he took off her shirt & unclasped her bra. He started to untie one of her boots and she untied the other, and those boots were freed from her feet just before the jeans and her underwear joined them. She stood before him, in only her socks. “I think this is a look that works, don’t you?”

“You naked is always a look that works,” he said, before kissing her again.

“You are way overdressed, though,” she said, starting to take off his shirt.

“But I have surprises,” he answered, giving her bottom lip a nibble once again. With that, he walked back to his backpack. After unzippering it and rummaging around for a bit, he came back with a series of resistance bands – essentially very large, very thick rubber bands, and some t-shirts. He placed a t-shirt in her left armpit before placing one of the resistance bands over it, then threading one end through the other over the back side of her shoulder.

“This is different,” she commented.

“Well, yes – but I think this should be fun” he responded. And soon she had bands tied around each shoulder, each thigh, each ankle, and an especially thick one placed around her waist like a belt. “Are you tall enough to reach one of those bars?” he asked, and it turned out that, if she could *just* get her fingers over one of the monkey bars. “Hold on as tight as you can,” he instructed before bending over and placing his shoulder right at her waist. He lifted, bringing her body into the air. Resting her body over his shoulder, he reached his hands over his head and tied several knots in the resistance band over a monkey bar rung. “Keep holding,” he said, cautiously lowering himself, allowing the band to hold her weight.

Quickly, he treated the bands about her thighs in a similar manner, and then the ones about her shoulders. “Now, you can let go,” and she did so as he secured her ankles to the jungle gym in a similar fashion. And now she was bound, fully suspended. “Is this feeling ok,” he asked.

“I’m glad for the t-shirts – I don’t think it would feel good without some padding. But yeah, I’m good,” she responded. “But keep my socks on, please, it’s chilly out here.”

“That, I can do,” he replied, rummaging through the backpack once again, returning with two water bottles and two small lengths of chain, alligator clips on either end. He attached one of the chain lengths to her left nipple, letting the other end hang — then did so to the right nipple. He reached into his pocket to pull out two regular-old rubber bands, placed one around each of the water bottle caps, and then, holding the two bottles in one hand, attached the presently un-attached alligator clips to the water bottles.

And he let them drop.

She let your a yelp of pain at the sudden tug of her freely hanging boobs. “Fuck that hurt.”

“That’s not very ladylike,” he responded, reaching between her legs to smack her ass. Doing left the bands flexing and her whole body swayed, just a little – but the hanging water bottles swung like pendulums.

“Too much?” he asked.

“Oh fuck no,” she said, smiling at him, knowing she was simply asking for another spanking. He did not disappoint her.

He stood in front of her, and reached out his hands – placing each of his hands on the outside of either breast. Four fingers wrapped around to the underside of those boobs while the thumb remained on the top side. And then he squeezed.

She let out a low-pitched groan as he squeezed tighter and tighter – it felt like he was trying to get his thumb and fingers to meet within the flesh of her breasts. And then, when he couldn’t squeeze any tighter, he started to twist his hands.

Her groan turned to a wail.

He released her breasts from his grip and whole body leapt as she let out a huge exhale with the sudden sense of relief. But the body quake left the water bottles swinging freely once again. The low-pitched groan returned. She tempered her breathing, trying to still her body. He returned to his backpack.

This time, he returned with a blindfold and a set of over-the-head headphones. “They say that, when you take away some of the senses, the other ones become heightened,” he commented as he placed the blindfold over her eyes.

He placed the headphones over her ears & she soon heard the sound of waves crashing, loudly, met her ears.

Her world in darkness, she felt a sharp touch trail from the bands about her thighs toward her sex, trailing off just as the touch reached the place where thigh turned to vulva. And then her ass was spanked again.

The sudden impact made her body sway in the bounds, and she let out a yell. He spanked again, and again, and again. She started to sob, and he continued smacking her butt.

Then, he stopped. Time passed — it might have been a few seconds, it might have been hours – she was in a land without movement, without sound, without sight . . . she knew only that time passed. And his fingertips worked their way between the lips of her sex. Her pussy was wet – eager for company.

With one hand, he held held apart her lips, exposing her most sensitive bits. She groaned in anticipation as she felt the cool air on her exposed clitoris. With his other hand, he teased – barely ever touching, that sensitive little nubbin. Her hips started to buck, ever so slightly, causing the water bottles to sway, but the pain seemed to not be on her mind any more.

He started to tease less and work her clit with more intensity, a firmer touch as he circled around that little button. She bucked more. He slid two fingers deep into her vagina while pressing his palm against her clit. Her body shook and spasmed. When her body returned to calm, he brought his fingers out and, again. His free hand held her lips apart and those fingers that were just inside her circled her clit once again.

Only when her cries of lust started to wane in intensity did he break contact with her pussy.

He traced his fingers along her stomach and to her boobs. She let out a wince at the pain as he released both nipples from the clamps at the same time – but, immediately, his fingers pressed into those sore nipples – and the contact eased the pain.

The headphones were taken off, and she heard birds singing. The blindfold was removed and she blinked the sudden emergency of bright daylight from her sight.

“Opposite order as we came on,” he said to her, placing her palms over the first rung of the monkey bars. “I know you don’t have much in you, but it’ll just bit a few seconds,” and with that, she clenched her fists.

He released her ankles, then her shoulders, then her thighs. He placed his shoulder under her hips and untied the bound about her waist. Slowly, gently, he lowered her to the ground. She nearly fell as she tried to hold her weight, but he held her steady.

He held her for quite some time.

When they finally broke, he stepped back, ensured she was truly steady, and he started to remove the bands from around her.

“That was intense,” she commented, cupping her breasts, kneading them.

“Well, we’re in the woods,” he responded. “Fucking in the woods is usually in tents.”

She rolled her eyes, kneeling down & opening one of the water bottles and taking a sip.

“Why don’t you get dressed? I’ll set up some lunch.” He took the implements back to his backpack and pulled out a blanket and a small cooler. He looked back to her as he laid out the blanket – but she wasn’t dressing — she remained cupping her breasts, watching him.

“Not dressing?” he asked.

“Listen, I need to eat,” she said, finishing the water bottle. “But we’re gonna fuck. And you know how I like an audience,” she said, stepping to him and kissing him.