Patience

I like to read erotica... I like to daydream.....I like to go somewhere else when I am bored to shit with what is currently going on around me.
Its why I like spankings... whippings... being tied up... forced down... blindfolded... teased and tormented
whatever he wants
Its about pain that quickly turns to pleasure.. its about giving yourself.. your mind, your body
Its about hearing his voice......his words......hearing "good girl"

I was dragged through the woods in the dark, my hands bound with rope. He was walking fast. He knew where he was going and had been there before. I could see the lights of the city through the trees. He asked me like he often does, if I was liking my treatment and I found myself easily replying "yes".
I could feel the cool fall air outside but at the same time was getting warm and flushed. I was excited. I was scared. I was getting wet.
He tied me to a tree, arms up and bound, face forward. He roughly pulled down my pants and yanked up my shirt. He asked if I was cold and then asked if my cunt was wet. I said yes and he checked with his hands sliding into my pussy. He said "oh yes you are slut" as he insereted his fingers in and out and kissed me hard.
Then he stopped and I so wanted more of his hands and him. He had a blindfold that was quickly placed over my eyes. I could feel him standing and moving next to me but had no idea what was going to happen next. He had brought his whip.
He struck my legs, in between my legs and my exposed tits. In between he paused to kiss me and I could feel myself getting lost. I wasn't cold, I was enjoying the rough bark of the tree scraping my ass.
He asked me if I wanted to cum. I said yes and he asked me if I was his good whore and again I said yes. At that moment I would have done anything to have him. For him to have me.
He used his hand inside me. He finds places inside my pussy that push me over the edge. He talks to me. He calls me naughty names. I know I could cum just by being next to him and hearing his voice.
And I orgasm and I squirt soaking my pants that were forced down to my ankles. He says "gooood girl" and unties me, ordering me to pull up my pants. I know I will spend the rest of the evening in them.
Soaking wet... skin burning........ and my connection to him even deeper.
I run behind him like a dog to its master out of the woods