Beneath the Shimmering Stars, part I

Donna had been anticipating this night since she had first entered Sir's world. They'd driven from the high desert up to the mountains, marveling at the red-rock mesas, the jumbles of colored stone, the tall pines reaching skyward as they drove along the winding road through the canyons and across the green meadows to Sir's special campsite. They saw several other campers along the way, some with their fishing poles dangled hopefully over the rushing mountain river, others snoozing lazily in lawn chairs beside their campfires. As they made their way further, Donna saw that Sir had chosen a site far from others who might intrude, or see, or interrupt the dance which was soon to take place between them.
They arrived in early evening, just as the forest was beginning to hush in anticipation of the night. As she helped Sir set up the tent and prepare a small meal, Donna had far greater anticipation welling inside her than all the creatures who silently made their way through the trees to their evening quarters. She knew Sir was going to take her, to use her, to treat her as his own possession, to turn his desire upon her like a finely focused shaft of pure light. He would use her body as the object of his pleasure, just as generation upon generation of tribal, primitive Men had done with their women for eons before him.
After they'd finished their meal and had relaxed for a few moments beside the glowing fire, Sir gave Donna his first command of the evening...."Stand before me now, slave, and slowly, seductively remove all your clothing, fold it neatly and place it here beside me" Donna obeyed, standing before her Sir and slowly disrobing. Like an artist wielding a soft, warm brush, the firelight painted her body with an amber glow, the shadows accentuating the delicious curves that Sir enjoyed so very much. How many women throughout time had performed just such an act for their man, arousing his lust, deepening the bond of passion between them? Countless numbers, surely, but as Sir observed his slave standing naked before him so obediently, so beautifully, so submissively, any others who had come before her were as lifeless as faded photos in an aged history book. Donna alone aroused Sir's lust, his desire...and his love.
The mid-summer day had been warm and now so was the night, and as Donna stood before her owner it was her passion, her anticipation that brought her pert nipples to full erection, standing out invitingly upon her round breasts. Sir stood slowly and placed one hand upon Donna's left breast, squeezing her erect nipple, and placed the other hand upon the back of her neck. Compressing a fistful of her soft, auburn hair in his strong hand, he brought her lips to his and kissed her deeply, passionately, forcefully, a long, wet, deep kiss that foretold what the night held for the lovely slave now standing naked beside the fire.
Sir took Donna's hand and led her to the tent door. Pushing it aside, he gently led her in and helped her lie down upon her back. The tent was very large, in fact it could sleep ten. But tonight it held only two, with enough space left over to do much more than just sleep. Wordlessly, Sir pushed Donna’s arms above her head, spread them wide, and then did the same with her shapely, warm thighs. He then reached just outside the tent door and grasped two hand-hewn pine poles, ones he had prepared just for this occasion, and positioned them at her hands and feet. Using rawhide thongs, he then slowly, methodically tied her wrists and ankles to the pine shafts. She was now in a fully submissive position, her naked body completely exposed, helpless, under the complete control of the Man she loved and trusted so much. With another deep kiss and a smile, Sir left the tent for a moment. Donna heard her beloved Master moving about the tent, untying ropes that held...what? With one swift motion Sir pulled back the solid colored rain fly to reveal a radiant dome of stars above them, thousands upon thousands of hot white embers glowing against the velvety blackness of the night sky purely for the pleasure of just these two earthbound lovers. Donna marveled, she thrilled, she was speechless as she observed the shape of her Sir outlined by the stars as he made his way around the tent and back to her side. Reaching into his duffle bag, he brought forth the last of the implements he had decided to bring with them for this special night. He slowly laid them out in a row upon Donna's chest and smooth belly...four simple wooden clothespins. Sir brought the first one to her lips..."Kiss it" he said, and she eagerly complied. He then placed the clothespin upon her right nipple, gently releasing the pressure of the spring so she could fully and gradually feel it clamping upon her sensitive areola. Her sharp intake of breath confirmed that the pin was producing the desired effect. He did the same with the next clothespin, clamping it upon her left nipple. "How does that feel, slave?" Sir asked. "Wonderful, Master, thank you, Sir." Donna replied, her voice quivering with lust, the wetness between her legs beginning to flow like the river they had crossed earlier in the day. "Good girl...now shake them for me", Sir demanded, and Donna obeyed, shaking her beautiful breasts, magnifying the delicious pain she felt in her nipples, and arousing her Master even further as he observed her round globes swaying so seductively from side to side. He loved the way his girl was shaped, in fact loved everything about her body, and was so very glad they had come together as Master and slave. The sight before him stoked Sir's deep lust for Donna even further, and he was nearly driven to mount her then and there, to have his way, to drive his hardening cock deep into the wet, warm, submissive folds of his adoring slave...but not yet...he had other delights waiting, other means of bringing her to the point of savage lust he was doing his all to inflame.
Taking the third clothespin in his hand, he again had her kiss it and then, reaching between her thighs, clamped it slowly upon one of her sensitive, wet lips. She made a soft cry as the pinching sensation radiated from her pussy up her spine to deep within her spinning mind. The fourth clothespin was finally placed upon her twin vaginal lip, bringing Donna to near orgasm purely from the intense sensations pulsing through her helpless body.
Sir then reached behind him to grasp a handful of pine needles he'd brought with him into the tent, their pointed ends arranged together into a curved, tormenting fan. Sir began slowly, seductively to caress his slave's body with the pine needle shafts, the pointed ends not yet touching her delicate, smooth skin. With each pass Sir slowly angled the pine needles more to the perpendicular until the pointed ends were now slightly, and so deliciously, dragging upon her body all the way from her neck down to her thighs. And now, as he angled them further, they gently scratched and poked her excited, quivering flesh, fueling, heightening, intensifying her sensation of...of...of everything...of being in this beautiful place, of the earthy smell of the tent and the sweet scent of the pine forest around her, the sight of the shimmering stars spread out extravagantly above her, the heat of the loving, understanding, passionate man who now lay beside her, of being here, of finally, fully, and completely, being.... ALIVE.

Beneath the Shimmering Stars, part II

Like a conductor leading an erotic opera, Sir continued to skim the fan of pointed pine needles across Donnas exposed, vulnerable flesh. With each pass he steadily increased both the pressure of the needles and the area of his assault upon her body, reaching to below her knees, then up her right side to her neck, across her sensitive, quivering breasts, then slowly down the left side all the way to her soft calves, then targeting the sensitive inner thighs, between her legs and across her dripping cunt, only to begin the deliciously cruel circuit all over again.
As Sir tormented Donna in this fashion, she turned her eyes skyward, drinking in the starlight that raced toward her, a light generated by trillions of distant suns eons before, the remnant of their radiance now bathing Donna’s naked form in it’s soft glow. The starlight caused her skin to shine as though dusted in powdered pearl, and as Sir gazed down upon his beloved submissive he now saw thin, pink tracks in the glowing surface of her skin. Trillions of cells in Donna’s body sang together with the trillions of stars above her as the Master who hovered above her body and beneath the brilliant stars now seeming to create a bridge, a causeway between earth and sky.
Setting aside the pine needles, Sir brought his face to within inches of Donna’s anguished face. “Kiss me, slave” he demanded, knowing that in Donna’s helplessly bound state she would have to strain, to reach, to use all the strength in her upper body to rise up and meet his lips. Resembling an inverted butterfly rising upon it’s wings, Donna obeyed, demonstrating the depth of her passion and lust for this man who had so thoroughly come to own her. Her Master gave her no aid in this, waiting patiently for her to rise all the way up to meet his kiss, and when she did he softly and tenderly used his warm, wet lips and tongue to kiss and massage her eager, yearning mouth, to reward the obedient girl who was trying so hard to please him. Sir slowly lowered himself down to the tent floor and Donna came with him, their tongues continuing their sensual dance until Donna’s head again rested upon the soft bedroll. As they continued to kiss, Sir could feel Donna’s breath steadily increasing, her heart pounding within her naked chest. He reached down between her thighs and felt the slippery flood of her lust now flowing uncontrollably. “Would you like to feel Master’s skin upon yours now, slave?”, he asked. “Oh, yes, Sir…please Sir! Please may I feel you?!” Donna panted. She may have never desired anything more fervently in her life, to feel the naked, muscled body of her beloved Sir resting next to her softer, smaller, submissive female form. “Very well, slave”, her Master said, and as he did he arose and stood to his full height within the voluminous tent. The stars again parted for the dark form of her Master, seeming to flow around him like water in an electric pond as he removed his boots, then his shirt, his faded blue jeans, and his boxers. Pausing to gaze possessively upon the sight of the submissive slave girl at his feet, he then reached for the bottle of purified water they’d been drinking that day. Holding it to her lips he commanded her to drink. “You‘re going to need this” he said as he smiled down upon his slave. “Yes, Sir…thank you Sir” replied Donna eagerly. When she had taken a long cool drink her Master also refreshed himself, gulping down several swallows of the pure water. Holding the last swallow in his mouth, Sir then lay down naked beside her and again kissed his slave, allowing the water to flow from his lips to hers. She eagerly swallowed and then panted out, “Thank you, Sir.“
“You’re welcome, slave” her Master replied.
Rising up on one elbow, Sir stroked Donna’s hair and asked, “Do you trust me, slave?”
Donna’s reply - her “Yes, Sir” - was automatic, for in the long months of their courtship she had come to know her Master well, in fact intimately, and felt she could trust him even with her life. Sir slowly brought his hand across her chest and up to her face. “I’m glad you do, slave” he said and slowly covered her mouth and nose, denying her the air she so desperately needed in this moment of passion. “Do you trust me, slave?” he asked again…and as Donna’s muscles began to involuntarily clench she forced her head up and down, nodding her answer clearly. She truly did trust him, even now, even as she realized just how vulnerable she really was…exposed, naked, bound and helpless, far from civilization, with a powerful man above her controlling her very source of life-sustaining air. Her Master breathed freely, inhaling slowly and fully, all the while keeping a watchful eye and ear tuned to his slave girl. At the point that he believed that Donna’s puzzled mind might cross over from trust to genuine fear he removed his hand and swiftly covered her mouth with his own, breathing the life-sustaining air that she so desperately craved into her slightly spasming body. When she was filled, Sir lifted his face from Donna’s and as she exhaled he again inhaled, then covered her mouth with his own, again filling her lungs with the air she craved. Sir repeated this for a full minute, and then two, and then three, rhythmically providing the air Donna needed to survive. After the fourth minute, Sir finally began to feel in his slave that which he was hoping for, a genuine relaxation of her body, a response that indicated that she truly believed that she was safe, that her Master did care for her and would never do her real harm.
Her submissive, trusting response had it’s effect upon Sir’s body and Donna could feel his cock stiffening against her thigh. It was time for Sir to take his rightful pleasure. He knelt beside her face, his cock now above her swaying heavily, it’s hardened shape blocking out the stars, creating a silhouette that inflamed a yearning in Donna such as she may have never experienced.
“Do you want my cock, slave?” her Master asked.
“Oh, yes, Sir, …please, Sir!”
“Do you want it as much as the water I just fed you?”
“Yes, Sir, I do Sir…I need you cock!!”
“Do you want my cock as much as the air I just allowed you to breathe?”
“Even more, Sir!! Please, please give me your beautiful cock! I love your cock so much, Master!” Donna begged.
“Alright, slave…reach up again and you may have it”
As Sir had done with his kiss, he kept his cock just out of reach and made Donna rise up to suck upon it, proving her eagerness and unbridled lust for her Master. She again rose up like a butterfly pushing upon it’s wings, her mouth eagerly reaching for the place in the night sky where the stars were blocked by her Master’s beloved cock.
She found it, felt it’s warmth and it’s hardness as she breathed in the intoxicating smell of the Man she adored. She kissed up and down the length of his shaft feverishly, now parting her lips and licking, covering her Master’s cock with open mouth kisses that demonstrated the depth of her love -and her lust- for the man who had come to own her. She lovingly licked the length of Master’s cock and then took the head into her mouth, a moan of ecstasy emitting uncontrollably from her throat as she felt his beautiful cock upon her tongue. “Do you love your Master’s cock, slave?” he asked.
Briefly releasing the hot, hard shaft from her mouth Donna replied, “Oh, yes, Sir…I love your cock, Sir! I need your cock so badly!” and Donna was indeed crying out her true feelings. How grateful she was for this man, for his strength, his passion, his understanding. She did treasure him more than the water and the air she breathed, for these were common things. Everyone on earth breathed air, and all drank water, but only she had the honor of knowing this man and serving his beautiful cock in this way. How many women longed for what she had, a confident man who allowed her to be who she truly was without judgment or fear, who allowed her to express her deepest, most private, hidden thoughts and cravings and still be accepted, still be cradled in his embrace at the end of each day. And a man who now knelt above her, feeding her the beautiful, hard cock she so desperately desired.
With his powerful left hand her Master cradled Donna’s head, clenching her hair and guiding her again onto his stiff cock. Gobbling it eagerly she suckled, licked, slurped upon it, delighting in the joy of being granted this intimate connection with her Master. How she loved feeling him deep inside her, in any of the orifices he now owned, but she especially enjoyed sucking upon it, using her training and her talent to bring her Master this intense, intimate pleasure.
With his right hand her Master now reached to her beautiful breasts, and taking one of the clothespins in his fingers, he gently tugged, lifting her breast high, then twisting the clothespin in a slow, agonizing half-turn. Knowing well not to release her Master’s cock from her mouth, Donna moaned in delirious agony. Sir loved the feeling it created in his cock as his slave girl moaned for him while suckling upon his most sensitive part. “That’s a good girl…moan for me.” he said as he twisted her nipple again. She had no choice but to comply and emitted a combined moan of ecstasy and torment as her Master’s cock filled her mouth. Suddenly and without warning, Master released the clothespin from her breast and as the blood flowed back into her sensitive nipple the pain Donna experienced caused newly formed stars to blaze before her eyes. Mysteriously, the pain caused the passion for her Master to heighten further and her oral servitude to intensify and become ever more fervent.
“It’s a privilege to suck my cock, isn’t it slave?” he asked. Donna nodded her head and moaned her affirmative reply. “And so it’s only right that you suffer for the honor…don’t you think, slave?” Again Donna replied as best she could while continuing her loving, ardent ministrations upon her Master’s beloved cock.
With that, Sir released the second clothespin from her breasts. This again produced an effect in Donna’s mind as though a handful of the stars above her had descended to within inches of her face and were now dancing before her eyes. She ever more fervently sucked upon Sir’s cock, her eager servitude bringing him close to the point of release. He withdrew his cock from her mouth, then leaned down and kissed her deeply, gently massaging her sore breasts, then licking the nipples and blowing upon them to cool the pain. “Better, slave?” he asked. “Yes, Sir, thank you Sir.” she replied gratefully. He again licked them and gently blew upon her sore nipples. Donna felt such love and gratitude for this man, for his skill at bringing her the most intense sensations, followed by such sweet, soothing comfort. He had become everything to her…lover, tormentor, Daddy, disciplinarian, teacher, her Master, her Sir, and her trusted friend.
“How are you feeling, slave?” Sir asked her.
“I feel wonderful Master. Thank you for bringing me here. Thank you for using me!”
Reaching between her thighs, Sir again felt the flood of passion flowing from her yearning cunt.
“Would you like Master to use you here, too, slave?”
“Oh, yes, Sir, please Master. Please fuck me, Sir, please Sir, PLEASE!”
Sir loved hearing his slave-girl beg for his cock, and Donna was, indeed, very good at properly begging for her Master.
“Very well, slave” he said and crouched by her side. Gasping the poles in his strong hands he said, “First we’re going to turn you over…”

To be concluded in part 3