Surrender
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Surrender
by Griezz
(M/f, cons)
The anticipation was building within her as she moved through the brush,the coarse branches of dead trees scrapping at her bare skin. She still didnot know why he wanted her to walk naked through the woods. All she knew wasthat she had been in the middle of studying when he showed up at her apartmentand motioned for her to come with him.
They had driven down the highway to the State Park; it was still early enoughin the season that they passed few people on the access road. Finally, latein the afternoon, he pulled up where a little path ran off from the shoulderof the road. He turned to her with a gleam in his eye, gestured for her tostrip completely, then got out to stand near the trunk.
Already, she could feel the heat building within, desire warring with uncertaintyand a little fear. Slowly, she opened the door, got out of the car, and beganremoving every piece of her apparel. After a gesture from him, she folded herclothes and left them piled in the back seat of the car. Watching her slow,sensual movements, he smiled while his gaze fell on each newly revealed pieceof skin. She could feel her happiness grow with her heat at his approval ofher.
When she was completely nude, he circled the car to stand behind her. Suddenly,he took her wrists and bound them with the leather thong he had hidden in hishand. She gasped, the show of control over her body made her shiver even asshe leaked her juices down along her thighs.
With not another word, he gripped her by her arm, turned her and pushed herup along the path. The way was old, unused for a while. The brush was thick,bushes sticking long branches into the path. Now and then, the point of a branchwould nick her skin. Still, she stayed silent, an occasional wince from theflicking of a wooden tip or a loose pebble falling under her feet. Her confusionin what was going on fed the slight tremoring in her belly; she did not knowwhat was going on or why, so she focussed on the only thing she could: trustin her Master.
After some twenty minutes of walking, she began to feel exhausted by hisdemanding pace. Looking down the trail, she thought she could make out thebeginning of a clearing up ahead. Before she could make out any details, hishand suddenly jerked her to a stop. As she tried to rebalance herself, a taskmade difficult with her wrists tied behind her back, she heard him drop thepack he was carrying. Suddenly, she was startled when a black cloth seemedto come out of nowhere and flip down over her head, removing her vision. Shecould not control the shuddering of her body, the exhaustion and the fear feedingthe trembling and making her feel weak. She had no power; she was his to control.
With her sight gone and her hearing diminished by all the random noise thatfills the woods on a slightly windy dusk, all she could do was feel. She felthis hands once more on her arms, pushing her forward, silently instructingher to move forward at the pace he determines and in the direction he chooses.He directs her with slight tugs on her bound arms. Her feet left the firm,dusty path, crossing into a soft, grassy area. Unable to see anything but darkness,she cannot do anything but accept his direction. When he pulls on her wrists,she stops. Once more, she can detect the sound of the pack being dropped, thenoise softened by the grass.
He takes hold of her long, luscious hair. Even with all the trembles in herbody, she can feel him braiding her hair. Confused, she cannot resist how thegentle treatment at his hands makes her even more wet. Her thighs feel soakedwith her juices as he releases the single braid.
She feels pressure on the back of her leg; his foot is pushing her down,forcing her to kneel on the soft grass. The soft sounds of fabric, barely noticeablebeneath the song of a nearby bird, tell her that he is stripping. Somehow,the thought of him naked beside her makes her even more excited; the sensoryoverload brings her close to her peak, the heat becoming a burning in her belly.
A zipper is pulled; the pack is being opened. The noise of him going throughthe pack and pulling something out can barely be heard, but her blindness makesher focus all the more. Suddenly, a hand grips her by her braid, unbalancingher, making her fall forward under his control. She feels wood… a stump?… infront of her. He is laying her head against it, flipping the braid forward.
Suddenly, she knows She panics. Nude in the woods, no one else knowing whereshe was. She was bound, bent over a wooden stump, hair pulled away from herneck. Primal terror fills her, unintelligible wails begging him to releaseher. She thrashes but is unable to move herself away; his strength keeps herdown in her helpless position. Finally, she dissolves into a puddle of weepingflesh, bent over and unmoving, sobs filling the thicket. Her blindfold is soakedwith her tears as she knows she is completely at his mercy.
A weight is pressed against her back; focussing on the unfamiliar sensation,her disoriented mind tries to decipher what it is. The terror-filled chaosof her mind clears long enough to understand what he is pressing against herback and bound arms. It is an axe.
Once he perceives that she knows what his tool is, the axe is lifted fromher body. She can sense him moving beside her. A part of her knows that shemight be able to run now, but the other knows that, blindfolded and bound asshe is, she would not get far. The terror diminishes slightly, replaced simplyby sorrow. She surrenders to her fate, knowing she would never know why heis doing this; what is, is.
The slightest hint of sound tells her that he is lifting his horrible tool.There is a pause, then a slight breath signals the imminent fall of the axe'ssharp blade. Her heartbeat racing at her imminent fate, seconds seem to stretch;time slows as her mind tries to gather as much sensation ass possible.
The instinctive closing of her eyelids, useless beneath the dark blindfold…
the muscles of her body clenching of her muscles as she awaits the strikeand the pain… the wetness of her thighs increasing as fear loosens herbladder…
the overpowering thunder of her climax as her adrenaline and her fear shovedher over the edge of ecstasy.
Crack!
The deafening sound of metal chopping wood fills her senses.
She screams…
and screams…
her cry fading away.
Her mind is filled with chaos and confusion; a single phrase fills her mind. "AmIdead?AmIdead?AmIdead?" Slowly,her temporary insanity weakens its grip on her. She can feel the twitchingof her fingers, the wetness of the ground beneath her knees. The roar of herpulse fills her body and her racing breath is all she can hear.
Then he touches her. Softly, his fingers caress her head, gently undoingher blindfold. As her vision returns in a blaze of light, she instinctivelyturns in his direction, then jerks back. Just to the side of where her headhad lain, the head of the axe was half-buried in the wooden stump. His strikehad missed her flesh by perhaps less than an inch. Her gaze is locked on thebright metal as it catches the last light of the day, red in reflected sunlightthe way that it was not in blood. Dimly, she feels him remove the thong fromaround her wrists, rubbing her arms to help return the feeling. He moves besideher, wrapping his arms tenderly around her, soothing the panic and the painaway. Finally, he lays her down on the ground, breaking her line of sight tothe axe. She collapses beneath him, sobs bursting forth in an emotional release,as her terror oozes forth with her tears. He lays against her, half sprawledatop, arms tenderly rubbing up and down her skin; he whispers soft words oflove and devotion in her ear, words of pride in her. At last, drained of allenergy, she falls into a deep sleep…
Some time later, she awakens. Turning her head to look at him, she sees thelove and concern in his eyes. Hesitantly, she raises a hand to caress his cheek;he turns slightly and presses a soft kiss to her palm.
"I know this was hard… I know this pushed boundaries that we had onlytalked about in fantasies… I know how this may have terrified you…" Anod. "But, at last, it is done. We have come through it together, haven't we… mybeloved Master?"
Blinking away his tears, he finally speaks for the first time today. "Yes,we have… and I will be honest that if we never do this again, I willbe happy… but I love you dearly. When you told me of this fantasy along time ago, I was unsure, but I knew how much it attracted you. I stilldon't understand all of it, but it does not change the fact that I love youand I would do anything for you. This was all for you, my beloved pet."
With tears of love and gratitude in her eyes, she pulled him against herselfand they made slow, deep love in the cooling glade. After, content in the warmthof his body against mine and secure in the knowledge of his mastery over her,she gently pulled his arm around her and closed her eyes. The last thoughtin her mind before she returned to the embrace of sleep was to wonder how shemight return his love and faith.. and which of his own fantasies she mightgift him with…
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