Foxy Lady When I wake up, Master Sean has a fragrant soup steaming over the fire. He pours it into a large bowl and beckons to me. I begin to stand, but he holds up his hand.

“Vixens crawl, not walk.”

I sink down to the ground, now swept free of sharp stones and sticks and sit on heels next to him. He fills his spoon with soup, blows on it, and holds it out for me. I open my mouth. The soup is delicious and warm. He continues to feed me in this way until we’ve eaten every drop.

“I believe I promised that after you’d been fed, I’d free you from that plug, Vixen. At least temporarily. Present.”

I hesitated for a moment, trying to decide how best to that. He frowned. I turned, staying on my knees, then folded my arms and placed my head on them, lifting my bottom for his use.

“Better.”

He slowly turned the plug while he removed it. The moment it popped free, he was pressing a cool, slick substance inside of me, lubricating my tunnel for what was to come. I moaned when I felt the head of his cock pressing inside of my prepared back tunnel.

“That’s it. Take it all. Enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“I am. Thank you,” I murmured.

When he was fully seated inside of me, I squeezed slightly, making myself come. Again, he laughed.

“I see that you are.”

Then, he took charge, thrusting in and out of me with gathering force until we both, again, exploded with pleasure. Once we had regained our breath, he picked me up and carried me to the spring fed pond.

“This will be cold, but we need to clean ourselves,” he stated as he walked into the cold water still carrying me. I squealed and clung to him. Surprisingly, the cold water invigorated me. We stayed in the pond only minutes, cleaning ourselves, and then climbed back out. Master Sean had placed 2 towels on a rock and briskly set about drying me before caring for himself.

He held out his and and said, “Walk with me.”

I was relieved. I hadn’t wanted to crawl on my hands and knees all the way back to camp. I began to understand that Master Sean was indeed strict, but also considerate. He explained to me that he loved to push his submissives and a bit of pain was often necessary for them to learn a lesson, but he despised cruelty. “A good dominant,” he explained, “will always place the well being of those under his care before his own superficial needs. For example, I gave you a good birching earlier this afternoon, but I checked while I was buggering you and you have only one small mark still showing. Is your bum tender still?”

“No, Sir. It isn’t. Thank you,” I answered.

He smiled, obviously pleased with himself.

“Well look at that, Vixen. You’ve managed to make my cock rise again. come, over the fallen tree again with you.”

Happily, I bend over the fallen tree. I hadn’t expected to become so fond of the fallen foliage, but it truly was the perfect height.

Master Sean grabbed a fistful of hair close to my scalp and plunged his cock deep inside my slick pussy. Having come so recently, he took his time, first moving his hips slowly, alternating between reaching around my body to tweak my nipple and slapping my ass. Always, he kept a firm grip on my hair.

After my fourth or thousandth orgasm, he increased his pressure, thrust so powerfully, my toes left their supporting limbs. Suddenly, he released my hair, pulled out of me, and flipped me over all in one smooth motion. Before my mind could comprehend what was happening, I felt the scorching liquid heat of his cum splashing across the chilled skin of my belly and breasts. I reached to rub in the pearls, but a sharp slap to my left breast stopped me.

“Leave it. I want to see the dried chalkiness marking your skin.”

“But, Sir. . .”

I stopped. He had only raised one eyebrow and I knew I was in trouble. Silently, I followed him back to camp. “Grab your ankles. You know better than to question me.”

Blushing, I did so. My second birching was far more harsh, and rightly so. I had question Master Sean and I had known better. Afterwards, he kissed my tears away, wrapped me in both his arms and the blanket and we slept through the night.