The Day After the Winery

You shake me awake, the room still dark, urgently rousing me from my slumber "What, what is it?" I mumble.

"Mistress needs to piss," you reply and shove my head under the covers, forcing my face between your thighs.

"Don't spill a drop." You command as I open wide and seal my lips over your pussy, barely in time to catch the thin stream of your nectar, gulping it down, thankful that you are a merciful Mistress and are keeping the flow to a manageable amount as I drink you deep, slurping down your champagne and providing you with the relief you desire.

The flow slows and stops, and I take a few moments to lick you clean before sliding back up the bed to hold you.

You push me away, groggily saying "thank you Slave but you stink of piss, go and brush your teeth."

I slip silently out of bed. Well silently until I bang my shin on the coffee table, stifling a swear word or 3 as I hobble to the bathroom, brushing and mouthwashing as well to ensure I am properly clean before slipping back into bed beside you, your soft snores telling me you are asleep again and not to be disturbed so I drift back off to sleep.

I awaken late with the sun streaming in through the glass balcony doors. I reach for you and realise you're gone. I panic for a moment until I see you out on the balcony dressed in a white fluffy Hotel bathrobe. Dressing quickly, I make us both an espresso coffee in the pot on the stovetop and join you outside, nodding in approval at your literary choice, Asimov, nice. one of the classics. You put the book down and we sip on our coffee and make small talk about todays planned adventure, a hike to the top of Bluff Knoll, one of the highest peaks in the local area.

You enquire about my well-being and I reply by telling you that I couldn't be better, its been a whirlwind 48 hours which has been my definition of Heaven. You follow up by asking about my physical wellbeing, I smile and tell you "well I'd be lying if I said it wasn't a little bit tender but all things considered my ass is handling your attentions well, and if we decided not to go hiking I wouldn't be disappointed with another round of hard butt fucking."

You laugh, "Maybe later, Mistress needs her vitamin D and we have been indoors far too long, I'll meet you back here in 20 minutes."

You disappear back to your room and I complete my morning routine, dressing in hiking shorts and a long sleeve shirt, and as we will be quite remote I pack all the essentials like a small first aid kit, plenty of water and some snacks in my a small day pack.

Exactly 20 minutes later I open the door and I smile at the size of your backpack which is almost double the size of mine.

You laugh, "Well a girl's got to have her essentials doesn't she?"

You put my collar on, clipping a blue leash not the red one. I like that it matches your nails and once again you lead me through the motel to the stares and giggles of patrons who are checking in and checking out, their curiosity obvious wondering why a gorgeous girl would have a man on a leash following her.

We get to my car and you climb into the passenger seat. I start the car, reverse out of the parking spot looking over my shoulder. I hear you rummaging in your pack then I feel cold metal against my wrist. You have handcuffed my wrist to yours so we're now linked together for the drive to the start of the walk.

Beaming, I cannot think of a better way to be taking this journey other than being linked to you, however I notice you are very quiet and tapping away on your phone. "You OK?" I ask.

"Yes Dave just remember I am running a business as well so I need to keep on top of things."

I smile and nod my agreement "I understand Mistress."

With this in mind I put some good tunes on and rock out until we get to the parking area at the base of the Knoll.

The car park is almost empty with only a young lady preparing to make the climb as well. You look slightly disappointed when you see her, and I look at you quizzically. "Oh its nothing Slave, it's all good, I'm sure this national park is big enough for all of us."

You uncuff us and I get our bags from the back of the car. Once again you put my leash on and start leading me, much to the amusement of the other lady. As we get closer I realise she is very pretty, long blonde hair and late 20's I guess.

I smile as you tell the blonde that you need to take your pet for a walk. She giggled nervously, turning away without answering like it was all a little to much for her to process.

The hike is not easy, with several very steep pinches, many sets of stairs and even a short ladder or two. By the time we get to the top we're both covered in a thin sheen of sweat and you have taken your shirt off and tied it around your waist, revealing a black form fitting sports bra. I struggle not to stare at you and try to focus on the scenery, but I am continually being drawn back to strong feminine Viking form.

We sit at the viewing platform at the top of the Knoll, taking in the vista, the panorama stretched out in front of us as we have a snack and a drink, taking lots of photos and making lots of silly poses.

We start the descent, making good time until about halfway down where you lead me down a side track, "come on Slave, let's go and have a look at this!"

We continue around the walking trail for around 500 metres to a lookout made of timber decking jutting out over a narrow gorge which was not visible on the top of the bluff, only a metal handrail to protect us from the fall.

You drop your backpack on the park bench in the centre of the platform and lean against the rail, calling me over to hug you from behind as we admire the view, both of us pointing out the colours of the rocks, the bird life and you even see a rock wallaby foraging around the cliffs.

Distracted by the beauty of the place it takes me a second to realise you've reached into your pocket and I'm too slow to move before you cuff my right hand to the metal handrail, then make the mistake of trying to pull my right hand against the cuff, giving you the instant you need to repeat the gesture with on my left hand, both wrists now restrained firmly to the rail and I am again at your mercy.

I think "Well I guess there's probably worse places I could be chained."

I try to look over my shoulder to see what you are up to, catching a glimpse of you rummaging around in that big backpack of yours before pulling out scissors.

You slice down the middle of the back of my shirt, splitting it in two and leaving it hanging down with the arms hanging down around my wrists. You move to my shorts, cutting up each leg then across so my ass is exposed, the shreds of my shorts hanging by the waistband. You laugh and grab your phone, taking pictures of the scene, making sure you include your brand from the gym. You decide its not clear enough, so take your waterproof eyeliner and re-do it, with a small addition. It now says "Property of Nina Nyx, May 2022", which you tell me is in honour of the day we first met, in May 22.

You reach into your bag, pulling out your cane, swatting at the air, making that swishing noise. "well Slave, can you think of a better place to renew your brands?"

"It is perfect Mistress, may I have your marks upon me one more time?"

The cane swishes through the air again, this time striking right in the center of my butt cheeks, leaving a large red welt across both cheeks. You smile with approval, using your free hand to gently rub over the already reddening and raised skin.

"Oh my Slave you are marking well today."

"Thank you Mistress," I say through gritted teeth, the sting slowly abating as you gently rub.

The cane swishes through the air again, the loud crack as it strikes me echoing in the gorge.

"What do you say Slave?"

"Thank you Mistress."

The cane swishes through the air again, landing another solid blow but this time I remember my manners.

"Thank you Mistress."

"How many is that Slave?"

"That's three I believe."

"Incorrect Slave, your count starts again from one!"

"Yes mistress"

The cane whistles again

"Two, thank you mistress"

"Three, thank you mistress"

The count continues to 10 when we hear movement and a giggle, you pause and turn, seeing the girl from the car park with a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide watching, taking in the scene of you punishing your Slave.

You call her over and tell her "It's ok, if you want to watch you are more than welcome to sit on the seat and enjoy the show of me marking my Slave."

She sits nervously, watching as the cane whistles five more times, each time a new red welt across my ass.

I continue counting until you are satisfied that I am marked properly with 18 red slashes across my ass.

You smile at the girl "Did you enjoy watching?"

She nods nervously before asking, "May I... I have a turn?"

"What do you think Slave?

I reply "Why not?" then remember I don't have a choice in the matter anyway, its your ass and you may decide who may punish it.

The girl giggles nervously, stating "I don't want to cane him, I want you to cane me" as she mirrors my position, bending, over the handrail.

You smile, "Well, well, well Slave Dave, it appears you have some competition here today"

She drops her shorts down around her ankles leaving her black G-string underwear on.

The cane whistles once and she squeals loudly at the impact,

"Are you ok?"

"Yes yes I just stings more than I was expecting"

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No no please more!" she begged.

The cane whistles and slaps three before she calls a halt and says, "I'm sorry, I cannot take anymore, that's too much!"

You smile and rub her butt, "That is ok, it does take a lot of practice to be able to take the cane as well as Slave Dave can!"

She pulls her pants back up and you gesture her back to the seat, telling her it's okay to stay and watch if she wishes.

I am feeling a little jealous that Mistresses attention has been diverted away from me but it only takes a moment for the cane to whistle twice more, leaving a total of 20 red stripess, every one of them evenly spaced as they criss-cross your ass.

You step back, taking more photo for content for your social media. "Stand up slave, your back your back is looking awfully pale... hmmm what can we do to give it some color?"

You reaching your bag again, pulling out your new flogger, the one that I've been aching to feel since to showed it to me on WhatsApp.

You swish it through the air experimentally, getting a feel for its weight, before the first lash hits me gently, the individual strands slapping against my skin softly as you gauge how hard to swing... hard enough to mark but not hard enough to break skin.

You swing again harder this time and my whole body stiffens as the pain of this new toy radiates through me. The rubber giving more sting than than the previous lash.

You hand your phone to the girl, telling her if she is going to sit there and watch she should be useful and film. She agrees, standing and moving closer to better record for prosperity as you lash me, lash after lash, losing count as the blows continue to rain down, lashing at my flesh, turning my skin red raw and leaving a series of long red welts with every lash.

I'm about to say enough when you lean forward and whisper in my ear "Slave I think that's the best you've ever taken the lash, I think you enjoy the audience... She is going to get a proper show shortly."

"No, thank you Mistress, it is a privilege to receive your brand, a gift like no other."

You put the lash down and rub your cold water bottle over my back, checking in

"Are you ok slave?"

"Yes Mistress."

Then you check in with the girl filming "You ok?"

She smiles, looking shy, stammering "I... I've never seen anything like this before, what's next?"

I soon learn why you have such a big backpack when you pull out the big tan cock dildo and harness and you strap him on, pulling a rubber glove onto your right hand as you order me to bend over again.

You commence working your fingers into my arsehole, lubing me up, opening my ass that you now own. The girl seems curious so you move sideways so she can get a better view as you pull my ass cheeks apart, slipping three fingers inside, circling them, working them, making sure the lube is well distributed ready for that big tan cock. You rub your gloved hand over the cock and step into position, waving the girl to move around a little to get a better shot as you pull my ass cheeks wider so she can capture the moment your cock penetrates me, capturing my moan, capturing how I push back, matching your thrusts as we become one again.

You start slow, knowing that I'm a little tender so you use long slow strokes inch by inch all the way in then inch by inch all the way out, making sure that you angle your hips so that the best video angle is available.

The girl starts to move around taking footage from all angle, next to your head showing what you can see, even going so far as crouching down to get the shot from between your legs looking up, watching BTC ploughing into my ass from a completely new angle we continue fucking. The tenderness of my flesh is forgotten as once again I am overcome with lust for your BTC, faster and faster I ride it pushing back harder this time as you take me like your bitch.

Without missing a beat of the BTC stroking away inside me you rummage around in your shirt pocket, finding the keys to the cuffs. Passing it to the girl and telling her to uncuff me. You use the remaining waistband of my shorts to drag me back with you so that you are sitting on the park bench, your grip keeping our cock wedged in my ass.

Facing away from you I start to ride you faster and faster until you say "Woah cowboy" and pull me down tight, cock deep up my ass as I sit on your lap.

You ask me "Now Slave, on a scale of 1 to ten how close are you to coming for me?"

"Um... I don't know.... I guess eight mistress?"

"Good boy"

You reach around and start stroking my cock, slow strokes, your thumb and forefinger circling it, stroking harder and harder.

"What about now? Make sure you don't get to 10 until Mistress commands!"

Your stroking continues faster and faster.

"Oh god that's 9.5." I moan, and you immediately pull your hand away and the girl filming giggles , moving in close to film my cock throbbing of its own accord, a bead of pre-cum having been milked to the tip. You scoop it up with your forefinger and feed to me, then your hand returns to my cock.

"Number?"

"Six Mistress."

You stroke again, faster and faster as I count up the numbers. "Seven, I've got... Oh my god, Mistress that's nine oh oh my god nine and a half!" and again you stop, scooping up my pre-cum again, seeing it string from your fingertip to the tip and you again feed me.

I'm vaguely aware of the girl filming moving to get a better angle, moving right down between my legs.

Noting this I make a bit of a show, pumping up and down on the strap on cock, lifting myself, riding you but I'm quickly distracted as your hand returns to my cock "7 mistress, 8 Mistress, faster... 9 mistress, 9.5!"

Your hand stops again and by now I am begging "Please Mistress, this is torture, let me come!"

"No, I don't think so, not just yet."

You ask a girl if she thinks I should come, and she turns white, shocked to be asked to be involved in this decision.

She shakes her head, moving the camera close to my cock capturing it pulsing another bead of precum from the tip which you feed me.

Your hips you start to move in time with your hand

"7 mistress, 8 mistress!"

"Slave, you may cum for your Mistress!"

Your hand speed increases again as your hips the move in time. I start moving my hips in time with yours, the movements jamming your cock into my ass deeper and deeper, faster and faster until huge spurt of white cum erupts from my cock, white streamers of my seed onto my chest as I rock, moaning, begging, calling your name as I reach the heights of ecstasy.

I flop back upon you like a ragdoll and you hold me close, i am panting at the intensity of the orgasm with your hand still gripping my cock. I feel you slide your fingers up it scraping the cum off, scooping it up then feeding it into my mouth, ordering me to suck your fingers clean. Scooping more you begin thrusting your fingers a little deeper making me suck first two three four fingers basically deepthroating me with your fingers as I suck the suck my own seed from them.

I glance up and see the girl with the camera looking embarrassed and lost. I don't think she has ever seen anything quite like this before so I am not surprised when she puts the phone down on the bench, mumbles something about needing to get back and disappears down the trail.

We tidy ourselves up and I do my best to fashion a sort of loin cloth out of the remains of my clothes until you laugh and throw me a spare pair of shorts and a T-shirt that you bought with you. I can't believe you had planned this whole scenario to this level of detail that you knew I would need new clothes.

We dress and walk in silence, mainly because I really don't know what to say as I'm still a swirl of emotions, the feeling of being completely yours again as you lead me down the path.

When we get to the car you clip my leash to the towbar as you would a dog. I laugh at this, telling you that you could have just told me to sit.

I see that you have noticed the girl packing her hiking things into her car, and gone over to chat to her, to reassure her I guess, a little bit of aftercare as she too was part of this experience.

You talk for several minutes and I see you exchanging phone numbers which causes a small pang of jealousy through me. You notice this when you return, slapping me on the shoulder and exclaiming "Don't worry Pet, it's just business, I won't replace you that easily!"

To be continued