Meetings

The anticipation was high,  that was like saying Niagara falls was a little waterfall.  The anticipation was palatable.  You could cut it like a knife.  It was a living, breathing thing with its own ideas.  He took a deep breath.  It was going to be alright.  You don't travel all this way to not go through with it.  It wasn't that hard.  All he had to do was open his mouth.  Hello.  How are you doing?  Five simple words.  Except,  nothing was ever simple for him. 
Sigh.  It wasn't supposed to be like this,  this nerve wracking,  this tense.  It was supposed to be smiles and hellos.  Greetings,  pleasantries.  Nice to meet you.  How are you doing?  But in his mind,  it was all the negatives, all down side.  He could feel the spiral building,  it was so easy now to just step on and ride it down.  Doubt,  self loathing,  depression,  anxiety,  they all lay ahead. 
He took a deep breath.  Calm down.  Breath.  It was her words in his mind.  The way they had been for weeks.  Calming him,  bringing him back to his ground.  How could someone he had never met have this effect on him?  How could he know someone he had never met? Life was full of questions.  Some had answers,  some didn't.  He could ponder the possibilities for decades. They were endless.  Instead,  he focused on the good.  The positive things.  The reason he was here,  the reason he climbed onto a plane to begin with.  She was this reason.  A new chance,  a new hope,  a possibility that he never expected to exist.  It scared him as much as it excited him. 
But all that was the past.  Right now was the future.  Just a few more moments and she would be there.  In the flesh,  right on front of him.  He swallowed hard,  the nervousness wouldn't go away.  Would she like him,  would she smile? Would she laugh,  would she dance? So many questions.  He had no answers,  no plan.  This scared him more.  Fear was trying to conquer him,  to control him again.  But if he still gave in to fear,  he would be back home sitting on the couch.  No,  he was going to win this time. 
He heard the crunch of gravel as she approached.  He had been so lost in his own mind that he had lost track of what was going on.  He looked up,  there she was.  Beautiful,  serene,  here.  He knew he appeared calm,  but that was just a facade.  Inside, his mind was spinning furiously.  What to say,  what to do.  Now was the moment,  now was the time to set the whole tone.  She stopped directly in front of him. Mere inches separated them.  She gazed into his eyes,  expectantly.  He started to speak,  but stopped.  His hand raised on its own accord,  brushing a stray strand of hair from her face.  Then not stopping there,  his hand slid behind her head and pulled her to him.  His mouth found hers,  and then they were kissing.  Deep,  intimate,  completing a connection that he thought only existed in his head. Wrapping his arms around,  still kissing,  he took her weight as he leaned get back.  It was they kind of kissing souls do when meeting their match. 
Finished,  he stood her up,  and whispered gently,  "hello".

On a leash

On a leash

The closer dug into her neck, choking her momentarily. This wasn't how her day was supposed to have gone. They were just going to meet for coffee. A quick meet and greet. Then they could from there. She was still fuzzy on what had happened, but not on the situation she was in. Naked, bound and being led into the woods, no this wasn't right at all.

He had seemed so nice, quiet, attentive, funny, attractive, the kind of guy who was dreamy. A catch for any woman, or so she had thought. Their conversation had been light, fun. She remembered going to the bathroom, coming back, finishing her coffee and then he suggested a walk in the park. She was into him, so why not? That's where things got fuzzy. She remembered walking into the park, but nothing else.

A hard tug on her leash brought feet back to reality. Any other time, she would love to be bound and leashed, but this was scary. She risked raising her eyes to her abductor. It was the same charming guy, except now in the shadows, he seemed harder and more sinister. She didn't look long, the bruises from her earlier spanking reminder her not to look at him. Or escape. She had tried running earlier. She didn't get far before he had caught her. She still could feel the roughness of his pants on her breasts. She shivered, and felt her nipples harden. As scary as it was, he was turning her on.

Suddenly, they came into a clearing in the middle of the woods. The man came to a stop, pulling her leash so that she came to a stop beside him. He turned his head, and looked her up and down. She felt a gush in her loins, and fear in her heart. She was going to die here. He smiled as if he knew what she was thinking. She opened her mouth to scream again, even if he beat her senseless. But he was ready, before she could finish drawing a breath, he was shoving a ball gag into her mouth. Quickly, he fastened it behind her head before she could struggle. Bound, gagged, and completely at his mercy, she really got scared. This was it, she feared.

He started walking again, pulling on her leash, towards the center of the clearing. There lay a fallen tree, about knee height off the ground. It looked like a bench of sorts with an opening between the ground and trunk. Walking straight the trunk, he stopped in front, pulling her beside him again. Turning, he put his hand on her shoulder and pushed her to her knees. Then, using his weight, he pushed her against the trunk and pulled her arms over the top. Undoing the leash, he attached to her hand restraints and then pulled it underneath. Making her stand again, he bent her over the tree and pulled the leash tight, tying her to the tree. Her breasts were sore from the rough bark and hurting. She was bent over and her ass in the air spread open.

Once she was secured, he stood behind her, caressing her ass. She was frightened, and turned on. She wanted to be spanked so bad, wanted him to fuck her so hard, her pussy started leaking. It was what he was waiting for, acceptance.

She heard him unzip his pants, and then heard them fall to the ground. She braced herself for the hard cock that she knew was coming, that she needed to come.

Slap!

The hand connecting with her ass surprised her.

Slap! The hand came again, harder. She came a little, her knees buckling slightly.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

He was alternating hands, hitting her quickly and hard, stinging, bringing tears to her eyes. Her pussy was pouring juices, her legs were wet. Then, with without any warning, he shoved his hard cock into her. Her pussy tightened around his shaft drawing him deep inside. She came, and came, her legs giving out. She was supported by his cock and the rough tree. It felt so good. He felt so good inside her. God, did she need this. Recovering, she stood and pushed her ass back into him, pushing his cock deeper inside her, saying fuck me, fuck me hard. Take me now.

He responded by pumping her hard. The motion was ripping the gentle skin of her breasts, causing them to bleed. She just bit the gag hard and let him fuck her. She would cum every few minutes, but he just kept thrusting. Finally, when she thought she just couldn't take anymore, he stopped. He pulled his cock from her soaking wet pussy. It was dripping with her juices. He walked around until he was facing her. Slowly, he removed her gag. She understood, she wanted to taste him, her juices on his cock. She wanted his cum in her, mouth or pussy, she needed it. She opened her mouth wide, he slid his cock in, all the way in, to the back of her throat. She gagged a little, then relaxed and opened her mouth wider. He started thrusting, she could his balls tighten, and she started swallowing. He plunged in deep, and blew his load down her throat.

Finished, he stepped back and looked at her. Finally speaking, he asked one question, "are ready to come home with me?"