The rope reins hung loose in my hand as I hiked along the trail down to

the spring. I walked slowly and carefully, giving her time to consider

and place each step. She was painfully harnessed and loaded. I had no

intention of allowing her to be injured and any misstep could end in a

fall.

I spent as much time looking back to check her progress as I did

watching the trail ahead of me. The blinders she wore allowed her to see

to place her feet, but no view of the trail ahead. Each time she began

to stray from the trail, I gave a gentle tug to the left or right on the

two cords I held, pulling on one end of the bit that pinned her mouth

open and on one nipple clamp. Each tug was followed by a muffled yelp

and an immediate change in direction. She padded laboriously along

behind me. Her heavy breath hissed wetly around the wooden bit. Each

step was punctuated by a rattle and thump as ice sloshed and the cooler

bounced off her fanny. I think the way she carried that cooler was the

worst of her trials. She could not just passively follow, but was forced

to participate in her own torment. The weight strained her awkwardly

twisted arms and shoulders, spreading her chest and cruelly tightening

her breast bondage. She could have simply dropped the cooler, but I'm

certain she assumed, correctly, that if she did, I would punish her and

then make her carry it to our destination anyway. The trail wound into

the forest and we were soon out of sight of the car in a damp green

world all our own. Within a few hundred yards, the trail headed down and

moss covered rock walls closed in on us from both sides. Damp earth

underfoot gave way to stone. We threaded our way through a narrow

defile, barely four feet wide. As we turned a corner through the rock,

the wall to our left dropped away, placing us on a wide ledge about

fifty feet above the floor of a narrow gorge. Sunlight dappled the

opposite mountain face and my ears caught a barely perceptible gurgle of

running water. As we tramped along that shaded ledge, the faint water

sound grew slowly to a sparkling roar. The ledge dropped away before us

and our destination came into sight. A sparkling torrent gushed from a

split in the rock face, cascading twenty feet or more into a clear pool.

The path ahead of us wound down through the rock face, then forded the

stream below the pool. There was my perfect picnic spot, a sunny patch

of short grass at the water's edge. "Stop," I said, at the top of the

crevice that would be our path down. My pony waited obediently behind

me. Her breathing was heavy, but not labored. A tiny wince of pain

crossed her face as each breath filled her chest, tightening the ropes

around her breasts. Her tits were swollen like shiny tan grapefruit and

certain to be very tender. Spittle oozed in a thin stream from each

corner of her bitted mouth, running down her chin to mix with the sweat

that beaded and ran on every part of her glistening body. I walked

slowly around behind her. She gripped the cooler's handles with

trembling, white-knuckled hands. Her whole body trembled from the

tension making the strands of her black leather tail flutter slightly as

they hung down below the bright plastic cooler. "Are you all right?" I

asked.

She nodded slowly and deliberately, keeping her chin low so her reins

pulled only slightly on her clamped nipples. She winced in pain, even

from that slight motion. She made no noise but the steady hiss of her

breathing. "Could you go on much farther? As far again as we've come?"

Just as deliberately, she shook her head, wincing. "I didn't think so.

Here," I said as I took the cooler's handles, my hands beside hers. "You

can let go now." She slowly peeled her fingers from the plastic

cylinders, transferring the cooler's weight from her hands to mine. She

closed her hands again, opened them, closed, over and over to work out

the pain and stiffness. She was by no means comfortable, but the strain

lifted from her face and the trembling stopped. I took the cooler and

with a slosh and rattle of ice set it on the rock beside her. "Can you

go on now?"

She nodded quickly, and very slightly, the motion almost a flutter. She

had found a way to respond without yanking on her tortured nipples. I

pushed two fingers lightly into the slit in the pale triangle of her

cunt. My hand slid slowly down, then up the length of her wet pussy. She

shuddered, then crouched slightly, pushing her pelvis harder against my

probing fingers. I lightly pinched at her swollen clit, then withdrew my

hand as she gasped. "Rest for a few minutes," I said. "I'll be right

back." I lifted the cooler and left her standing alone on the rock

ledge. I picked my way down through the crevice. At the narrowest point

my knuckles, held out on each side of the cooler, almost scraped the

limestone walls. I reached the bottom in less than a minute, splashed

across the stream and walked out onto warm grass. After setting the

cooler next to the pool, I forded the water once more and clambered back

up the passage to the ledge above. I don't think she had moved during my

brief absence. She stood naked and motionless on the ledge. Her

breathing had calmed and the sweat began to dry on her bare legs and

belly. She heard my approach and turned her head to the sound of my

footsteps. "We're almost there," I said. "This is the roughest part of

the trail. I'll lead you down slowly." I took her reins loosely in my

hand and started back down the trail. Once in the crevice, I shuffled

along sideways, keeping an eye on her progress. She set each foot slowly

and deliberately on the stone. I let the reins lie slack; there was no

need to direct her path since there was only a narrow track down. She

stepped out of the rock cleft and immediately splashed into cool spring

water. Her second, third and fourth steps in the water followed very

slowly. She examined the stream bed in detail before placing her feet,

and felt and tested to be sure of her footing before shifting weight.

She stepped up onto the grass and stood, my naked human pack pony, in

the bright sunlight. "Are you feeling better now?" I asked as I dropped

the reins. She responded with that fluttering nod and a wiggle of her

hips that swished the leather tail across the backs of her thighs. "Much

better, apparently."

She nodded quickly again. "You could just about whip yourself if you

tried." She nodded slowly, wiggling her hips to swish her tail again,

then bowed her head. I couldn't help smiling. "Kneel," I commanded.

She slowly dropped to one knee, then slipped the second under her. She

rocked to adjust her weight, then stepped out with each knee, spreading

them wide and opening her bare and shining cunt. "Face down." She slowly

swung over forward. About halfway over, the pack shifted toward her

head. She shuddered and gasped sharply. The moving weight had twisted

her elbows up and jerked at her already strained tits. I crouched down

behind her and gave her a hard slap on each ass cheek. I untied the

thong that held the little whip to the plug I had pushed deep in her

asshole. With my thumb, I pushed the center of the plug's base even

deeper into her ass. She gasped again. I slowly pulled the plastic

intruder from her stretched asshole. She moaned softly around the bit

and visibly relaxed when the plug came free. "Kneel up," I said as I

rose and walked in front of her, casually swinging the whip. I don't

know if she could see its motion. She slowly swung her body upright, the

shifting pack again coercing a gasp and shudder. Once she settled into

position, to my surprise, her face composed itself into a smooth calm

that, had her mouth not been firmly bitted, might have held a smile.

With the whip in one hand, I pinched open the clamp on her left nipple

with the other. "Hhhaaah," she gasped. Her tightly bound breasts had

started to turn from tan to veined red. I knew I'd need to release them

soon. I squeezed open the second nipple clamp and let the set slide down

the rope reins on their chain. "Hhhaaannnnnnnn," a low moan followed her

gasp. Her pinned hands clenched at each side of the knapsack. "You're

not going to like this," I said, snapping my wrist to flick the whip's

thongs across her right tit and nipple. "Hhhaaannnnnnnn," gasp and moan

again. I swung the whip back across the other tit. ""Hhhaaannnnnnnn. . .

." This time the moan continued. She rocked back away from the blow, but

could not avoid the next one or the next. Soon her moaning became a

garbled wail, rising to punctuate each whip stroke. My blows soon left

her tormented tits. Many strokes slashed across her slick belly. I

finished her ordeal with five strokes straight into her bare and spread

cunt. Her body rose higher with each blow; when I finished she knelt

fully upright. I dropped the whip on the grass and crouched before her.

She whimpered softly around the bit. Starting with the center knot, I

carefully released the ropes binding her breasts. I worked slowly,

letting the blood return gradually. I dropped the rope beside her and

unbuckled the cuffs at her wrists and elbows. I slid the knapsack off

her aching shoulders and let it fall next to the cooler. By now her

whimpering had stopped and she breathed in a rapid rhythm around the

bit. She shook her arms vigorously to get circulation going, then

clasped her hands behind. I untied the series of knots that made her

bridle and pried the wooden bit from between her teeth. She worked her

jaws in a circle, trying to relieve the ache. Finally I unbuckled the

blinders and dropped them on the ground between her knees. Tears mixed

with sweat on her reddened cheeks. "Are you all right?" I asked "Yes,

Master. Oh, yes. Thank you, Master, " she sobbed. She blinked rapidly

and lowered her head, unaccustomed to full sunlight. Soon, she looked up

and surveyed the forest around her. "Why are you thanking me, slut?" I

asked, "For freeing you?" "No, Master."

"What, then?" "For bringing me here. For making me serve you, Master." I

smiled. "You are amazing, slave. What did I do to deserve you?" She

smiled broadly and lowered her head. I brushed my hand gently through

her damp and tangled hair. "Where are we, Master?" she asked.

"Paradise," I replied. "Master, where are we really?" "Later," I said.

"I don't want to spoil the illusion." I reached out to gently caress her

right breast. She winced and drew back reflexively from the tingling

touch, then leaned forward to press her tit hard against my hand. She

trembled. "Relax," I said, softly kneading her aching tits. "Mmmmm," she

moaned. Her trembling became an involuntary quiver. Her breath

quickened. "You like that?" "Oh yes." "You're trembling." "Yes, Master.

I can't stop it." I crouched in front of her and took one tit in each

hand, kneading hard, feeling the blood flow returning. Taking one

distended nipple between each thumb and forefinger, I squeezed hard. She

gasped. I pulled forward, pushed back ,forcing her body to sway,

following her trapped nipples. "Oh...please...yes, Master," she moaned,

looking straight into my eyes. I slowly pushed her over backwards, still

grasping her tits. She caught herself with her hands and slowly lowered

her body to the ground. My tongue replaced my fingers on her left tit,

flicking, circling, and flicking again.

I squeezed and released, squeezed and released her right nipple, as her

moans followed the rhythm of my fingers. She reached down to take my

head in her hands, trying to direct my mouth off her tit and farther

down her body. "Oh no," I said, taking one wrist in each of my hands,

then holding them together over her head. "I don't want any

interference." "But, Master..."

"No, slut. Clasp your hands." "Please..." She slowly complied as I

released my grip. "Stretch them all the way out." "Yes, Master. If it

pleases you." She straightened her arms in the grass above her head. I

twisted one nipple hard.

"Ooww." She jumped, but her hands stayed in place. My tongue gently

flicked the same nipple, followed by sucking lips. "Mmmmm,

Master....yes." I continued to tease her already tortured breasts,

fingers kneading and twisting, tongue flitting, lips sucking, nails

flicking, teeth skimming and nipping. Her breath rose in a panting moan,

mounting with each pain. Her legs twisted and flailed. She pulled her

thighs together, rubbing and writhing. "Stop that," I said. "Knees

apart." Her legs continued to rub and writhe, involuntarily, it seemed.

Rolling on top of her, I forced my foot between her knees and pinned her

legs apart with mine. I kept licking and pinching, slowly working my

lips down and off her tits. I dragged my tongue slowly along the damp

crease below each breast before starting across her belly with agonizing

slowness. My body slowly slid along hers, as my lips and tongue covered

every inch of her salty abdomen. She squirmed beneath me, pleading,

"Master. . .please. . .take me. . .I want you. . .Master. . .please. . .

." She squirmed against me, bucking her hips, trying to press her aching

and neglected cunt against my leg. I twisted and pinned her legs farther

apart, stretching her naked sex wide open. "Mmmmaaaahhhhh," she moaned

in tormented ecstasy. I glanced up along her body to see her head thrown

back, eyes closed. Her mouth moved, as if to speak, but found no words.

Her hands clenched and twisted and re-clenched above her head. My lips

crossed from tanned skin to pale, from her belly to the shaven triangle

of her sex. The skin here was soft and strangely cool. My tongue slid

across barely rasping stubble, just appearing since her last shave. She

bucked up again, sliding her cunt up and almost against my lips. I

pressed her hips firmly down and pulled my mouth away. "Mmmmm. . .

please. .

Master. . . Please." I drew my tongue slowly along the border between

pale skin and tan, then slowly back. Now I held her legs spread with my

arms and shoulders, allowing nothing to touch her spread and aching

cunt. "Mmmmm. . . please. . . Aaahhhhhh. . . ." My tongue again slid

across her white triangle, tracing a moist path just below the last. I

methodically washed her shaved pubis with my tongue, back and forth and

so slowly down, until I reached the top of her pink and soaking slit. My

tongue darted quickly down, then up across her engorged clit before

withdrawing. ". . . .aaahhhhmmmmm. . . ." Her hips bucked up again, then

settled slowly go the ground. I held my lips just above her straining

cunt and blew a soft stream of air into that moist slit and across her

nether lips. ". . . .Mmmmmplease. . . Master. . . Mmmmm," she gasped.

Ignoring her spread sex, I ran my tongue slowly down the crease between

thigh and pubis, then up the other side. I flicked my tongue into her

wet cunt, between the open petals of her labia and out across her clit.

The trembling that had never stopped became a shudder. Her thighs

twitched against my shoulders and her heels dug into my back and rolled

against my ribs. My tongue flicked lightly across her clit, then again.

Her moaning rose to an animal wail. Her heels pounded hard into my back.

Her hips bucked and lifted off the ground, pushing me up with them. I

flicked my tongue slowly and lightly across her clit. With each brush,

her hips bucked and heels dug. She wailed and gasped and wailed.

Finally, her hips bucked high and, with a last shudder, slowly dropped

back to the grass. Her breath came hard and heavy. Once again she was

covered head to toe in sweat. "Master. . . Oh God. . .Master," she

panted between gasps. Her hands remained clasped above her head. I

rolled off her and quickly stripped off my t-shirt and shorts. Slipping

back between her spread legs, I placed the tip of my hard cock against

her open cunt and pressed home. I slid easily into her wet and waiting

hole. As I leaned fully on to her, she locked her ankles around my back

and rocked her hips up to meet me. I took her hair in both my hands,

pulling her head back. My lips found her exposed throat and covered it

with wet kisses. Though she had just cum violently, she quickly returned

to that orgasmic frenzy, moaning and rocking, holding me hard inside

her, caught between her hips and heels. I came quickly and explosively,

releasing my sperm deep inside her as every muscle in her body seemed to

tighten, then lock. I released my grip on her hair. She ever so slowly

relaxed. Her feet slid down my sides and dropped heavily to the ground.

We lay there in the sun, locked together, for what seemed like hours. It

couldn't have been more than fifteen minutes. I slid slowly out of her

and knelt in the grass between her legs. I heard the rush of the

waterfall and birds high in the trees. Her heavy panting breath slowed

and slowed. She lay still except for the rise and fall of her chest as

she breathed. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled up at me. "Thank

you," she said softly.

"There you go, thanking me again." "But I'm so happy, Master. Have I

pleased you?" "Exquisitely, " I replied. "My slut, my slave, my pony, my

lover. I couldn't be more pleased." "Then you'll accept that I really am

your slave?" she asked. "I don't think I have a choice," I responded

with a smile.

"No, Master," she said, beaming up at me. Her arms stretched straight

out on the ground above her head, her hands clasped. "Come with me," I

said, rising to my feet. She scrambled up behind me as I waded into the

sparking pool beneath the waterfall and fell face first into the cold

spring water. She splashed in beside me. We found each other in an

underwater kiss and burst gasping to the water's surface.

We played for hours in that green mountain paradise. Splashing in the

pool, walking naked through the woods, eating our food and drinking our

wine on a table cloth laid on the grass in the warm sun. I neither tied

her nor whipped her nor demanded anything of her. She followed me

without question down trails in the unknown woods. She called me Master

every time she spoke and knelt beside me spread and open while I relaxed

on the grass. She waited for me to offer every sip of wine or morsel and

picked grapes from the table cloth with her teeth when I dropped them

there for her. The sky was still completely light, but the sun had

vanished behind the mountain to the west when I told her to pack up and

get ready to leave. She dumped the remaining ice out of the otherwise

empty cooler and stuffed table cloth, trash and empty wine bottle into

the knapsack. I pulled on my boots and shorts and shirt while I watched

her pack. She coiled up the rope and set it on the ground beside the

pack. Last, she gathered the whip, the ass plug, the wooden bit and the

nipple clamps, placing them within the rope circle. She knelt obediently

beside our collected gear. "Every thing seems to be here. Are you ready,

pony?"

"Yes, Master," she replied, bowing her head. "Good," I said as I picked

up the ass plug and whip. "Face down." "Is this necessary, Master?" She

looked up at me, feigning wide-eyed amazement. "Yes."

"Of course, Master. I know it pleases you." She rolled forward, forehead

to the ground, and crossed her hands behind her raised back. "I'm happy

to be your pony, Master." I tied the whip handle to the plug. After

placing four hard spanks on each of her ass cheeks, each followed by a

sharp gasp,I set the plug's tip against the rose of her ass hole and

began to push. The plug slowly slid in, then popped into position as her

sphincter closed around its narrow base. I tied and loaded her as my

pack pony, just as before. She stood wearing pack and blinders, arms and

breasts tightly bound. The wooden bit pushed back between her teeth held

her mouth open. Nylon reins hung from the corners of her mouth and

through the rings on her clamped nipples, promising

anguish to come. Even so, she wiggled her ass playfully, swinging the

leather tail against her thighs. "Ready?" I asked. She nodded. I lifted

the light and empty cooler and placed it in her bound & waiting hands.

She bounced on her toes to get a feel for the weight and again swung her

hips, swishing the tail imbedded in her ass. "Easier this time?" She

nodded again. I took the reins in my hand and slowly waded across the

stream. She followed, with cautious steps, tormented and happy.

It was near dark when we reached the car. Though the path back was

uphill, he had a much easier time than on the way down, relieved of the

weight of wine, food and ice. I released her from her pony harness and

dropped the knapsack and cooler into the back seat. I removed the

blinders last, giving her a glimpse of the field and forest in the last

of the fading twilight. She stood beside our car, naked except for the

leather collar she had worn most of the day. I handed her shorts and

bikini top to her before I reached out to unbuckle the collar. "Master,

please. . . ." "What, slut?"

"Please, Master, don't take off my collar." "If it means that much to

you. . ." "It does, Master. I want to be your collared slut. . .always.

"Then give me those." I reached out my hand. For a moment, she didn't

move, not realizing what I wanted. Then, she reluctantly gave me the

shorts and top. I tossed them in the back seat, next to the cooler. I

opened the car door and said, "Get in." "Like this?"

"Yes. My collar is all you need to wear." "Yes, Master." Her smile was

radiant, lighting the summer night. "But if we're stopped?" "That will

be a problem."

She shook her head slowly and stepped into the car. I waited for her to

position herself, with hands behind her back and legs wide apart, before

swinging the door shut. Our headlights reflected back a circle of the

night's eyes as I swung the car around and headed down the mountain.