I was thrilled with how our hike was going. With her absolute submission, I had pegged Sara on the ground, with her hands above her, and her feet spread wide, then proceeded to cut her clothes off of her, after which I shredded them. She was going to be naked, except for her slave collar, for a long time.

Then I had edged her right to the point of cumming – and stopped. She was writhing on the grass, completely helpless, and desperate to cum. It was time to change channels.

I turned to my pack, and from the same outside pocket as before, pulled a tube. “And now for something truly important: sunscreen.” First, I unlocked and removed her slave collar, not wanting to get sunscreen on the leather if I could help it.

Next, I opened the tube, pulled off the safety seal, and squirted a large dollop onto my right palm. I rubbed my hands together, and then proceeded to slowly, languorously apply it to her front, starting with her face and neck, not missing her ears, massaging as I was applying the sunscreen.

“You may not realize it because it’s so relatively cool, but you can get a bad sunburn without even knowing it up here. We’re about 1,500 meters above sea level – or just short of 5,000 feet. The air is thinner in the mountains than it is down below so it doesn’t filter out as many of the sun’s rays. And we don’t want a sunburned cunt, do we?”

She started to open her mouth, then clamped it shut and shook her head.

“Good girl! You remembered you’re not allowed to speak.” I leaned forward and kissed her, gently at first, then let her know how hungry I was for her, too.

The kiss progressed from “Mild Affection” to something that might have been called “Filthy Make-out” on a kissing scale before I broke. “You know, Sara, even though I love having you as my sub, and intend to do wild, dirty things to your body, I want you to know that you are truly beautiful, and I appreciate being here with you.”

I leaned in and kissed her lightly again.

There were tears in her eyes, and she nodded.

“You’re a good girl, and you will be rewarded.”

Her eyes lit up. ”… eventually.”

She exhaled deeply, and turned her head away, squinching her eyes shut. Then she turned back to me and lifted her head up, closed her eyes and pursed her lips. I kissed her lightly again.

Then I went back to applying sunscreen. She kept moving her body up to meet my hands, eager for me to bring her off, and I kept disappointing her.

I loved it.

~~~~~

When I had finished her front, not forgetting the tops of her feet, I got up, pulled the stake pinning her hands, then said, “I’m going to lift you to a standing position again.”

I put my hands under her armpits and lifted her easily. She was a dainty little thing, and I loved having my hands on her – so I took them away.

She was again standing, feet fastened far apart, hands cuffed together in front of her.

“Now, please bend over and touch the ground with your hands, then stay there.”

She did so, her long hair almost reaching the ground.

She was now presenting her entire backside to me, legs pegged wide. I again started slowly and sensuously applying sunscreen to her, making sure I caressed all of her sensitive areas, especially between her ass cheeks, massaging them firmly, and far longer than necessary. A couple of times I pushed my sunscreen-coated middle finger into her asshole, which brought forth a surprised grunt. I was pleased about that as I had plans for that hole… later.

I also ran my fingers up and down between her cunt lips each time I massaged one of her ass cheeks, making sure I massaged her clit every time, or about once every thirty seconds or so. She was trembling and sobbing, and I knew she wanted to beg to be allowed to cum – but didn’t. I would reward her for that… eventually.

I ended by applying sunscreen around the back of her neck, then re-attached her slave collar and locked it into place.

“There! Now, don’t you feel better for not being so… naked?” I helped her stand up.

“And just so you know, this is the highest SPF they make without an actual blocker. After all, I want to be able to see, and appreciate your beautiful body, just as much as you want to show it off to everybody we encounter, don’t you?”

Her eyes went wide.

“Oh, yes. You’re going to remain naked all day – except for your boots socks, and slave collar, of course. And if we should happen to encounter other hikers – well, I’m sure they will enjoy your natural beauty as much as I do. I think you’re very generous to allow people to see you like this, don’t you?”

She opened her mouth again, paused, then closed it.

“I said, ‘Don’t you?’”

She looked at me, wide-eyed, and nodded slowly.

“Good! I’m glad we agree.

“And that’s twice I’ve thought to myself that you are a good girl.” I leaned forward and kissed her gently. “I will reward you for that…later on.

“But now, it’s time for us to get back on the trail.”

I bent down and pulled up the stakes trapping her feet. She walked her legs together, grimaced, and did a couple of knee bends.

I was squatting in front of her and enjoyed the view of her cunt as she bent her knees inches from me. I stood up, stretched the silicon handcuffs so I could remove them from her wrists, then put them away.

“Here, sit back on the ground, and roll over on your front.”

She looked at me for a moment, then moved to comply.

I started massaging her legs – and doing an honest job of it. I’m sure some of it felt sensuous and sexy, but my purpose was to loosen up her legs. We still had most of a day’s hiking ahead of us.

“Put your socks and boots back on, and get ready to get moving again.”

I picked up my toys, deposited them back into my backpack, scooped up and stashed the stuff sack holding her shredded clothes, then moved over to help her shoulder her pack.

The pack she had originally rented didn’t have a frame and would have caused her shoulders to get really stiff and sore after a day on the trail. The one I got her instead had a small aluminum frame, suitable to her size, plus some sheepskin padding for both her shoulder straps and the bellyband. Being naked would probably have caused the straps of a normal backpack to chafe. I didn’t want that to happen, and the sheepskin would virtually eliminate that problem.

Once she had straightened up, and shifted the pack so it was seated properly, she looked… fascinating. I’ve never seen anything like it, a beautiful, petite, naked woman wearing a backpack, socks, hiking boots, a locked slave collar – and a big smile.

“Ready?”

Her smile broadened, and she nodded.

“Let’s go. You lead off.”

And off we went – and I was enjoying the scenery even more. There’s something about the unadorned beauty of the female form that just seems… right.

~~~~~

After about half an hour, I told her to just stop, but not to take off her pack. I moved around in front of her, cautiously squatted down, keeping my back vertical to keep my pack balanced, and looked between her legs. I gently swiped a finger up the inside of her thigh, causing her to shiver.

Her cunt was dripping honey down her legs. I thought that was what I had seen, but I wasn’t sure as I’d never seen anything like it before. Another first.

I smiled, stood up, licked my finger ostentatiously, and told her to lead off again.

She was turned on by being exposed, naked, in front of God and all. And we had barely begun.

~~~~~

At the end of the second hour, I again called a halt. We were in a wooded area, surrounded by trees of all kinds, including more deciduous ones mixed in with the pines.

We downed backpacks, broke out water bottles, and had some more trail mix. You do this before you get tired, not after.

“How are you doing, Little Slut? You may speak.”

She smiled at me, sighed, and said, “Fuck! I’m horny as hell and starting to be a little bit sore from the pack, although that’s normal. Other than that, Master, this is amazing. Aside from being horny, and desperate to cum, I LOVE being naked outdoors in this kind of setting. You’ve turned me on to a whole new sensation!” She waved her hand at the scenery and looked around. “I think I’m going to remember this from now when I’m hiking.” And she blushed.

I smiled at her, “I’m pleased you’re enjoying it. Now I think it’s time to up our game, don’t you?”

She looked at me sharply, nodded, and said, “Whatever you say, Master…”

I looked at her, “Anything?”

She swallowed, then nodded firmly. “Yes, Master. Anything.”

I nodded. “Good. Come here.” I turned and rummaged in the outer pocket of my backpack again, and came up with a special toy, and found a tube of lube – another fun tongue-twister.

She slowly approached.

“Let me check how wet you are. Turn around, spread your legs wide, and bend over to touch the ground, please.”

She turned around, and bent forward, legs wide apart, and placed her palms flat on the dirt. I haven’t been able to do that for a couple of decades, so I stopped to admire the view.

Next, I slowly and gently ran my index finger around the inner lips of her labia. They were completely coated in her honey, and I could see drips of it along the inside of both thighs. I pushed my finger inside her – and she moaned.

I patted her ass, and said, “You’re my good girl, Sara. I know you want me to fuck you… and you know I’m not going to… yet. But I’ll tell you what: I’ll do the next best thing. Well, almost.”

I pulled out a tube of water-based lubricant, squeezed some on the toy I had in my hand, rubbed it all around the two balls so they were nice and slick, then re-capped the tube, and dropped it back in the pocket of my pack.

I placed the first of the two tethered balls against the mouth of her cunt, between her inner lips, and gently pushed it inside her. She made a noise somewhere between a grunt and a moan, then a prolonged groan as I fed the second ball inside her. The tether trailing from the second ball was just inside her cunt lips, ready for the time when we wanted to gently pull them out. I wiped some of the excess lubricant off on her pussy lips, making a point of smearing it up and around her clit so that she shivered and moaned again. She really was quite excited.

But not as much as she was going to be.

I grabbed the micro-fiber towel tied to the outside of my pack and wiped my hands clean.

Next, I leaned forward and gently kissed her pussy lips, and licked inside them, from bottom to top – or top to bottom, given that she was bending forward. She trembled more violently and sighed.

Then I straightened up, and said, “Okay, stand up and face me.”

She slowly straightened up, and gingerly turned towards me, shifting her hips from side to side. She looks at me quizzically.

“If you have any questions, you may ask now.”

“Wha… what did you put inside me? It felt… I’m not quite sure, but it felt like…” She blushed, “… you were pushing your… cock…inside me. What was… what is it?”

I smiled, “They’re called Ben-Wa balls, and they’ve been used for hundreds, perhaps thousands of years for sex play. They will stimulate your cunt and G-spot, and excite you. Because I know you haven’t been very excited so far…”

She looks up at me and gulped. “But… what do they… do?”

“There are two balls, tethered together by a silicon strand. They’re slightly weighted, and as you walk, they will slide back and forth inside you – almost as if you are being fucked. I’m told they feel very much like the first moments when a cock is penetrating your cunt.

“Oh, and they exercise your Kegel muscles as well, so there’s a side benefit. But you must keep them from slipping out of you – or else I definitely won’t let you cum today, and maybe not tomorrow, either. That’s part of the workout – and the fun!

“But I figure their most important quality is that you’re going to be able to feel them with every step you take. And we’re going to take a lot of steps. In a sense, you’re going to be fucking yourself. You’ll enjoy that, won’t you?”

She swallowed again, and said, “Y… yes.”

I looked at her, “Yes…?”

“Uh, yes, Master.”

“Very good. Now, let’s hit the trail. Let me help you on with your pack.” And I lifted it, holding it at the right height for her. She hesitated, gingerly walked forward, turned, and slipped her arms into the pack straps, then fastened the bellyband. I stopped and just admired her naked front, framed inside that backpack straps. She truly was gorgeous – and my fucktoy for the week.

I pulled my pack up, swung it up and around, slid my arms into the straps, letting the weight slap against my shoulders, then clicked the bellyband closed, and adjusted the tightness slightly to take as much of the weight of the pack as possible on my hips.

“Okay, lead off…” And I gestured on up the trail.

This was where the fun began.

She started slowly, taking small, careful steps. I could see that she was being tentative in her steps, and I knew she was feeling the Ben-Wa balls inside her. Their effect differs from woman to woman, but for many women, they are incredibly erotic.

One account I’d read said that the wearer bought some because she was finding her interest in sex flagging, and didn’t want to disappoint her husband. But the first time she experimented with Ben-Wa balls, she suddenly went from being indifferent about sex to calling her husband in the middle of a workday, and demanding that he come home right now! to fuck her.

She also said they brought her right to the edge of cumming, but she couldn't get over the edge without additional help.

That was what I wanted to happen to Sara. Certainly, I’d had success with such balls with other partners before. Plus, I had a backup plan if they didn’t do much for her.

So, I watched her walk with great interest. And I watched to see if she tried to move her hands to her pussy, to surreptitiously play with herself. She might, conceivably, be tempted if the Ben-Wa sensation proved to be almost irresistible. I hoped so, even though it would mean I’d have to punish her.

At first, she seemed to settle in and began to take them, as it were, in her stride, picking up the pace until she was almost walking normally. Then gradually, to my delight, I could see that she was struggling to keep her gait steady. She started slowing her steps and shortening them, and the line of her walk became somewhat wobbly.

I picked up my pace until I was walking next to her, and looked at her. She had perspiration on her upper lip, her face was flushed, and she kept biting her lip. She stopped and looked at me, mutely, and I could see the desperate desire in her eyes.

“Give me your pack,” I said. The one thing I didn’t want to have happen was for her to stumble and fall carrying her pack. She undid her bellyband, shrugged out of her straps, and let her pack down onto the ground and passed the strap to me. I steadied the pack, picked it up by the back of the frame, and hefted it in my right hand up to my shoulder with a bent arm, then took her right hand with my left.

“Let’s go,” I ordered. She looked at me pleadingly again, then took a deep breath, and started walking again, slowly.

“Lengthen your strides, Little Slut.” I wanted to increase the time the balls were moving inside her to maximize their effect.

Her pack was not as heavy as mine, but as I was carrying both of them I knew I wasn’t going to be able to go very far, perhaps only a few hundred meters. But I was fine with that – I knew she wasn’t going to be able to go very far, either.

She did very well, for about another two hundred meters. Then I could see her strides shortening up, and she started to wobble again.

I stopped under a tree, in the shade, and put down first her pack, shrugged off my own, and propped both of them up against the trunk. We were in a forested area, and standing by a fallen maple. I turned and sat on the trunk, and gestured for her to do the same.

She did, then turned and slithered down to the ground. She remained silent, but knelt at my feet, and put her hands together with her head bowed. Her message was unmistakable.

She was begging to be allowed to cum.

I stroked her hair. “You’re a good girl for staying mute, but I’m not going to let you cum – yet. Why it’s not even 11 a.m.! I did say I would let you cum this afternoon, didn’t I?”

She nodded.

“But it’s not afternoon yet, is it?”

She slowly shook her head, no.

“And I did tell you not to beg, didn’t I?”

She looked up at me, then nodded.

“Come up here, sit next to me, and tell me how the Ben-Wa balls are making you feel. It’s different for every woman, and I want to know what it’s doing to you.”

As she sat up next to me, placing her naked ass gingerly on the bumpy, but soft, bark of the old, weathered log, I noticed that her face was covered in a fine sheen of sweat.

She licked her lips, “Master, I… I’m not quite sure how to describe it. I keep thinking I’m about to cum, even though I’m trying not to, but it never seems to quite get me there. It’s almost as if I’m being brought to the edge, hauled back, then pushed towards it again, and hauled back again, over and over and over.”

She took a shaky breath, and looked at me, again pleading mutely.

“Good. I was hoping it would affect you that way. But since you don’t seem to be able to hike like this, and since you defied my order not to beg, I think it’s about time for your punishment, don’t you?”

Her double-take was almost comical, like something out of a Bugs Bunny cartoon, which was good. It meant I was successfully keeping her off-balance and slightly scared.

Finally, reluctantly, she nodded, “If it pleases you, Master.”

“I think it’s time to paddle you.”

She looked down, bit her lip, and nodded.

I stood up and took the blue paddle she had selected out of my backpack.

“You’re due to get twelve swats. Do you want them all at once, or shall we space them out over the rest of the day?”

Sara looked down again, then said, “All at once, please, Master.”

“Good girl! Okay, bend over here,” and I pointed to a downed maple we’d been sitting on. “Now, do I need to bind your hands, or will you promise to stay in position as I spank you?”

She bit her lip again, then said, “Uh… I promise to stay in position, Master.” And she draped herself over the downed tree, exposing her ass to me, hands stretched out towards the ground.

I thought for a moment. “Actually, I’d like you to change position. Stand up and take off your boots and socks. Then I want you to turn ninety degrees so you are straddling the trunk like a motorcycle and lean forward, hugging the trunk with your tits pressed against it.”

She got up, looked at me, then squatted and unlaced and removed her boots and socks. She straightened up, then stepped up onto the tree trunk. I held her hand as she stepped one foot down the far side of the trunk, and kneeled before carefully straddling it. She put her feet out behind her, knees bent, as if she were riding a cycle, then leaned forward and very carefully hugged the rumpled surface of the trunk, turning her head away from me. She could feel the bark between her thighs, pressing against her spread labia and her clit.

I also hoped that she felt incredibly exposed and on display.

“Look at me, please. I want to see your face as I spank you.”

She turned and looked up at me. Her eyes were big – as always – and there was fear and uncertainty in them.

“Now, count as I spank you. If you don’t count it, it doesn’t count, right?”

I pulled the paddle back, then swung it forward and hit her on her left, near-side cheek with moderate impact, not soft, nor especially hard. The paddle landed with a meaty SMACK! and Sara flinched.

“One,” she said in a quavering voice.

I pulled back and hit her right cheek in the same manner.

“Two,” she said, then swallowed.

Next, I pulled back and hit her reasonably hard across both cheeks together, not as hard as I could, but harder than before.

“OW!” she gulped, then said, “Three.”

“Counting only. You are not allowed to express pain unless I permit it. Do you understand, Little Slut?”

She swallowed again, “Yes, Master.”

“This will be ‘four’,” and the paddle landed on the right cheek with the same moderate impact.

“Four.” She closed her eyes.

“Eyes on me. You’d think you’d never been paddled before. Have you?”

She looked at him, right side of her face pressed against the trunk, “N… no, Master. I’ve never been paddled before.”

“Have you ever wanted to be?”

She closed her eyes again, then said, very quietly, “Yes…”

“Louder, slut.”

“Yes!”

He swung the paddle harder, flat across both cheeks. It landed with a loud SMACK!

She jerked, closed her eyes, breathed in sharply, bit her lips, then exhaled, opened her eyes and said, “Five,” in a slightly strangled voice.

I angled the paddle so it was vertical, then leaned over and smacked her directly along the crack in her ass, aiming to get near her pussy – but hit her more gently.

Her body jerked again. “Six.”

I hit her three times in quick succession, left cheek, right cheek, then flat across both. The swats were not intended to be devastatingly hard but were delivered with wrist snap so they stung.

She took a deep, shuddering breath in and said, “Seven, eight, nine.”

I pulled the paddle back and let it sit comfortably on my shoulder, a half-smile on my face, and waited.

She looked up at me, expectantly, her ass alternately tensing as if waiting for a blow, then finally relaxing when one didn’t arrive. She looked at me, closed her eyes – and I struck, hitting hard.

She almost cried out but clamped her lips closed, touched her forehead to the log, holding her breath. She waited until the initial shock had passed, then gasped, “Ten.” She blinked, and a tear rolled down her cheek.

I paused, concerned. “Yellow light?”

She closed her eyes for a moment, bit her lip, then said, in a very clear voice, “Green… light,” and waited.

I pulled the paddle back, and finally tapped her ass lightly twice, once on each cheek, and waited.

She looked at me, puzzled, then said, “Eleven… twelve?”

I put the paddle down, pulled one of the sheepskins off of her pack straps, and used it to gently massage her now-bright pink ass cheeks. After a few minutes of that, during which she sighed in relief, I leaned forward and kissed each cheek gently, almost reverently.

Then I knelt down so my face was level with hers. “You did amazingly well for a submissive who has never been paddled before. You are my good girl, and I want you to know how much I appreciate you.” And I kissed her on the lips. She smiled and kissed me back.

“Please, Master, may I speak?”

I nodded.

“I’ve never done anything like this before – but I am finding it incredibly hot!”

She looked down, then back at me. “I’ve… always wanted to be spanked, but I never knew… how to… ask? Does that makes sense?”

I nodded, “Yes, it absolutely does. Most people have feelings they don’t know what to do with, especially when it comes to sex. You, my Little Slut, are a natural submissive, but never had anyone help you identify or deal with your feelings before.”

I smiled, “I’m glad I found you. You are a treasure.” And I kissed her lightly again.

Then I stood up, and helped her to a sitting position, still straddling the log… and stopped.

“I’ve just had an idea.” She looked at me with alarm.

I looked off into the sky for a moment, thinking, then turned and ran my hand over the bark. The bark was bumpy, but not sharp.

I looked at her and asked, “Do you still want to cum?”

She nodded enthusiastically, “Yes, please, Master!”

I thought for a moment and finally gave her an evil grin. “Okay then: get comfortable straddling that log. Once you have, you are free to make yourself cum – provided you do it by rocking back and forth on the bark and don’t use your hands.”

Her eyes opened wide, and it looked as if she was going to speak…then stopped, wriggled slowly and carefully around on the log, and started shifting her legs to find the best position. Finally, she started moving back and forth, very cautiously.

“Now bend forward, and brush your tits against the bark – and keep doing it until either you decide you can’t take it anymore, or you cum. You are free to stop at any time, but if you stop, you are not allowed to cum.

“And if you cum, I want it to be loud and messy. I want people to hear you throughout the entire valley. Understand me?”

She nodded, then leaned forward on her hands, shifting them to find the best position to support herself, bending her elbows until her tits were just slightly dragging along the bark as she rocked back and forth.

Her rocking movement was very controlled, and I guessed that she had her clit mashed against a reasonably comfortable piece of bark, but pushing against it rather than dragging across it. If so, she was simply compressing and releasing her clit without moving it against the rough surface. I was fine with that.

Of course, she also still had the Ben-Wa balls inside her. They might not be moving very much, but they were almost certainly shifting back and forth, too, boosting what she was feeling.

She closed her eyes, arched her neck, and quickly started breathing hard through her open mouth in time with her thrusts. I saw sweat beading on her forehead and concluded this was actually working. I hadn’t expected that. I thought she would stop after just a few minutes, that this was just another way to tantalize her without letting her cum.

Instead, she kept going, and, surprisingly, started moving farther and faster, panting and letting her tits drag lower and bounce along the rough bark, as she started rotating her hips, grinding her cunt harder against the tree.

“uhh... Uhh… Ohh…Ohhh… OOHHHH… Oh My God, OH, MY GOD… OHHHH… FUCK… FUCK, FUCK, FUUUUUCK!”

Her voice got louder and higher. To my complete astonishment and delight, she came, and came hard, arching her back, screaming at the top of her lungs, a high, clear cry of pure joy echoing off the mountainside, while she squirted wildly on the log. Her cum flowed freely, running down the sides of the trunk, and started to pool on the ground. She stayed rigid, vibrating while she screamed, snatched a breath, then screamed again.

Finally, she collapsed forward onto the tree, forehead pressed against the trunk, eyes closed, chest heaving, and remained like that for several minutes, while I watched, delighted.

When she opened her eyes, she turned towards me and smiled, “Oh, my GOD! That was so fucking HOT! I couldn’t breathe! I really thought I was dying, and I was gonna go happy!”

She sat up carefully, grabbed my hand and pressed it first to her lips, then held it to her breast, reverently.

She said one word that made it perfect.

“Master!"