I listened for the sound of the Mistresses footsteps, or for any footsteps. But the only sounds I could hear was that of nature, birds chirping, wind rustling the trees, I was off the trail and completely alone.
I moved carefully trying not to let the crop fall from between my legs. I pushed down on the crop gently, feeling it push into my pussy more. A moan slipped past my lips as I pushed myself back up, freezing as I felt the crop almost fall from my pussy. I angled myself, pushing back down onto the crop and back up again. I slowly found a rhythm, pushing myself up and down on the crop and feeling the pleasure build. The more I grew in confidence the more I thrust, feeling the clamps tug of my nipples with every movement.
The pleasure was building slowly, almost too slowly. Someone could walk by, the Mistress could return and crop my pussy. But those thoughts only made me wetter. What would happen to me if someone saw? Would they think I was kidnapped and try to save me? Or would they take advantage? My mind raced with these thoughts, getting carried away with thrusting on the crop that I didn’t realise until it was too late. I pulled up just a little bit to high and the crop fell, I cried out and tried to stop it but it was no use, the crop fell onto the ground behind me. I pulled back to quick, not caring about anything else other than my orgasm until I felt the clamps tug hard on my nipples. I cried out in agony, falling against the tree and tears began to fall down my cheeks. Clover clamp pads had little spikes in them, they tug into the skin, made it sting more and ensured they wouldn’t be coming off any time soon. Pain radiated across my breasts, I leaned my forehead against a tear to try and calm myself. As the tears fell down my cheeks I hated myself for how wet it made me.
I looked over my shoulder, the crop was lying on the floor with the handle glistening, covered in my juices. I whined as I felt my orgasm slipping away, there was nothing I could do expect wait for the Mistress to return and accept my fate. In the silence, the anticipation built. How hard would she go? How long before she would give up? Would she even allow me an orgasm? All my thoughts were silenced when I heard the gentle ‘tsk tsk’ of my Mistresses voice.
‘Mistress,’ I whispered, I stared straight ahead at the tree, not daring to look at her.
‘Couldn’t even do just a simple task?’ she chuckled, picking up the crop from the floor. I felt it tap lightly against my ass.
‘Mistress, I-’ I tried to explain, but the crop hitting my ass silenced me.
‘I didn’t say you could talk, did I?’ She stepped closer to me, her fingers weaving into my hair and tugging it backwards, I cried out as the clamps tugged hard on my nipples.
‘I thought you were desperate for an orgasm? Did someone come by and ruin it for you?’ she chuckled. She and I both knew she was talking about herself.
Her fingers found my cunt, collecting the wetness from there and moving to my back passage. She slipped a single finger passed the tight ring, massaging the muscle gently. I let a small moan slip my lips, she began to thrust her finger, adding a second finger. I pushed back on her, wanting to control my down pace. But I screamed when the crop began to hit my ass in rapid succession.
‘Who said you could move?’ she snapped, I stood up straight and began to shake light as she continued thrusting, I tensed so I wouldn’t move.
But then she added a third and a fourth finger into my cunt. She moved her hand in rythem, the pleasure beginning to build again, this time much quicker. As she thrust she began tapping the riding crop all over my body, hard enough to distract me from my orgasm, prolonging the build more and more. I was so close, so close to an orgasm but I needed more, I needed the attention on my clit. I decided to test the waters, I pushed my hips backs in the smallest of movements, feeling even that building my pleasure just a little bit more. I continued with my movements, jutting my hips ever so slightly.
I could feel my orgasm building quickly.
‘Please, Mistress, please can I come?’ I cried, unable to control my jutting hips anymore. Mistress didn’t crop me, didn’t scold me. She pulled out her fingers completely and stepped back.
‘No.’ she smirked, shaking my arousal off of her hand. ‘Greedy sluts who can’t keep still don’t deserve to cum.’ she walked around the tree, standing in front of me and watching my whine. Without warning she grabbed the chain between the clover clamps and yanked them off of me, my struggling having pulled them off almost fully. The clamps came off and screeched, almost collapsing from the pain.
‘I think I’ll leave you here until this evening. I have found a lovely little walk for a few hours.’ she walked back onto the main bath, leaving me sobbing.
I could feel my breasts throbbing, my ass stung and my pussy clenched around nothing. I was dripping arousal down my legs and left as a horny, desperate mess. Just like she wanted me.