CHAPTER FOURTEEN
By summertime, Monica's negotiations with the software company had
resulted in an excellent contract. In addition to a substantial
salary and lots of creative autonomy, she would have some control of
her hours and be able to do part of her work at home. She gave her
old employer a month's notice, since the new job wouldn't be ready
until then and she announced that she would take her accumulated two
weeks of vacation immediately. Her loathsome boss was in no position
to protest, since she was the only one who could train her
replacement.
Cole and Monica agreed that when she left her job downtown, she would
move in with him to further test their compatibility. If they could
live together happily for six months or so, they believed that
marriage should be the next step.
They decided to use part of her vacation for hiking. Cole cancelled
some of his appointments and rearranged others to make time. It was a
three hour drive along curvy mountain roads to the small resort town
of Leavenworth. They decided to take her car, since the weather was
perfect for riding with the top down. Monica drove the little sports
car like a professional, drifting it around curves and passing slower
traffic at just the right moment. She refused to tell Cole where she
learned to drive that way.
They arrived shortly after noon and looked around the unusual town
before checking in at the luxurious bed and breakfast. Most of the
buildings in Leavenworth had been modified and decorated to make the
town look like a traditional Bavarian village. Even the supermarket
and the fast food outlets joined in the Bavarian theme. Playing
tourist, they wandered through dozens of small shops offering imported
German products and local crafts.
Each day they would see how hard they could push themselves on the
steep hiking trails that led to waterfalls or alpine lakes. Being
younger, Monica could hike faster, but Cole, with decades of hiking
experience, could go just as far when allowed to set his own pace.
The weather was spectacular and the usual insects seemed to have gone
elsewhere, so they enjoyed themselves immensely.
Each evening, they would make the short drive back into town and eat
at one of the excellent German or Austrian restaurants. Neither of
them had ever eaten so much wienerschnitzel and strudel. One night
they tried a restaurant that was styled in the Bavarian beer hall
tradition and sampled the sauerbraten with sauerkraut and excellent
German beer. Fortunately, their daily exertions in the surrounding
mountains made up for the delicious, but heavy meals.
On the last hiking day, Cole told her that they would play. "I've
selected a trail that should be nearly deserted, so we'll be able to
enjoy ourselves," he said as they left the bed and breakfast.
Arriving at the trailhead after a 15 minute drive, they noticed only
one other car in the small parking area. Cole began to give her
orders. "Leave your bra in the car, subby girl."
With Cole carrying a daypack, they walked up the pleasant trail,
enjoying the ideal hiking conditions. "I want you to stay a few steps
behind me. Listen carefully and obey all my commands."
After a few minutes he said, "I want to see your breasts now. Raise
your T-shirt and keep it up as we hike. If you let it fall, you'll be
punished."
The idea of exposing herself in public to fulfill the orders of her
master was extremely hot. As they hiked, she fell deeper into the
familiar submissive headspace. "I'm the beautiful slavegirl,
following my master on the trail to some distant land," she thought to
herself. An elaborate fantasy took shape in her mind as they hiked.
In her fantasy, her body was perfect, something that she normally
couldn't perceive.
Cole loved to watch her full breasts bounce as she hiked. Their
firmness and perfect rounded shapes were still fascinating to him. He
had to be careful not to trip when he looked back at her. Playing
like this made him feel extremely dominant and since his playmate was
his beloved Monica, he was getting very horny too.
"You still have the finest pair of tits I've ever seen, Little One."
"Thank you, Master. Perhaps you'd like to use them later?"
"Yes, I can think of several good uses right now. I just hope I can
hold out till we reach the meadow."
Of course, the T-shirt fell down on several occasions. He decided
that the punishment must fit the crime, so he picked a thick handful
of foot long grass that grew in huge clumps by the trail. Forcing her
to thrust her tits forward, he flogged them vigorously with the
stinging strands of grass. This was great fun for him, but Monica
complained that her breasts were now itching.
"I bet they are, you disobedient slut. Just make sure you keep that
shirt up," he ordered. As they continued the hike, she held her shirt
up with great diligence.
Just before they reached the scenic meadow at the end of the trail,
another hiker appeared coming toward them. Cole told her to hold her
shirt up until the last second. She finally covered herself, but they
were sure that the man had gotten a good look.
Laying out a blanket in the sunny meadow, they ate a delicious lunch
prepared by a bakery in town. Then they lay on the blanket for a
while, soaking up the sun and listening to the sensuous sounds of the
surrounding forest.
Before they started back, he told her, "I'm going to flog you again.
Partly because I enjoy it and partly because it would be a shame to
waste such a secluded setting." Since the meadow was deserted, he
simply ordered her to remove her clothes and lie face up on the
blanket with her arms and legs spread.
With a fresh whip made from a bundle of long bunch grass, he proceeded
to flog the front of her body from her breasts to her thighs. Of
course he gave special attention to her tits and cunt. The harsh
strands of grass left little red lines on her beautiful skin. She
gave herself up to his ministrations as if it were the most natural
thing in the world. He stopped when the urge to penetrate her became
too strong. They coupled there in the meadow under a perfectly blue
sky with the wind whistling softly through the trees. The rugged face
of Mt. Stuart looked down on them serenely as if to give its approval
of the act.
After Monica's orgasm, he moved up to straddle her chest and produced
a pocket size tube of slippery lubricant. He placed a small amount in
the valley between her perfect globes and laid his still painfully
hard cock in between. Grabbing her wrists, he roughly moved her arms
so that her elbows were touching in front of her face and her hands
were folded back near the top of her head. Then he proceeded to
slowly fuck her beautiful tits.
Her breasts were still pink and very sensitive from the flogging with
the irritating strands of grass. Using his strong hands on the outer
surfaces, he pressed them together to form a tight tunnel for his
overheated phallus. He stroked himself in this manner for some time.
With his hands, he could feel his hardness moving through the
delightfully soft flesh and found the sensation quite erotic. It would
have been easy to come, but his dominant state of mind allowed him to
control his own orgasm quite effectively.
Monica could feel every tiny ridge of his aroused organ as it slid
along the irritated skin of her hypersensitive breasts. This only
increased her arousal and she held her elbows tightly together to give
her master the best possible use of her body. "Use me Master!" she
cried out.
When Cole was about ready to come, he shifted his grip on her abused
tits and grabbed each of her nipples with great force between thumb
and forefinger. Pulling them brutally together increased the friction
on his shaft to the point that his orgasm was triggered by the next
few desperate strokes. The extreme stimulation and emotional
connection to her climaxing partner caused Monica to come in great
spasms that threatened to buck Cole off into the grassy meadow.
They hiked most of the way back to the car in a dazed state before
they had recovered mentally and physically from their erotic
exertions. That night, they were too exhausted to do anything but
sleep in close, loving contact with each other under the big down
comforter that protected them from the cool mountain air.
