“Did you know today is International Picnic day?” Milord asked.

“No,” I answered, “So does this mean we’re going on a picnic?”

“It certainly does, Love. I’ll get the luncheon together, you go gather a blanket, sunscreen, and put on the citronella lotion. You know how the mosquitoes love you.”

I raised up onto my tiptoes, kissed his cheek, and went off to gather my supplies. I came back as he was adding a bottle of sparkling water and two glasses to the picnic basket.

He looked me up and down then held out his hand and raised his eyebrows.

“Really?” I giggled as I pulled the sundress over my head and handed it to him. I had thought this would happen, which was why I had applied the lotion to my entire body!

Once we reached the back meadow, Milord stopped, and I helped him spread the blanket. He set out some fruit, bread, and cheese. He also brought his camera, and a bag which I was sure held untold treasures.

“This looks beautiful, Micah,” I said. He frowned.

My eyes widened, and I quickly corrected myself, “This looks beautiful, Milord.”

Whenever I was nude, I was to refer to him as ‘Milord’, never by his name.

“Hands and knees, if you will,” he stated in his deep, commanding voice.

I obeyed quickly.

“Head down.”

“This should remind you.”

He pressed cold lubricant into my anus. I moaned. In went the three balled plug.

“Well placed. You like this one, don’t you?”

“I do, Milord.”

He chuckled, then told me to sit and eat. We chatted about mundane things as we tucked into the perfect picnic lunch. Once we’d eaten our fill, I cleaned up the plates and put them back in the basket. Milord was leaning a tree about 20 feet away. When I looked up at him, he crooked his finger in a ‘come here’ motion.

“Here. Lean back against this tree, wrists behind the trunk.”

He clipped handcuffs on my wrists.

“Beautiful. Now, stay still. I’m going to snap a few pictures.

I hated having my picture taken, especially when I was nude, but the plug in my ass really was a good reminder that I had chosen to be Milord’s submissive, and I adored when he wanted to push my limits. Then, he stepped behind me. I was so grateful that he was doing “artistic” photos rather than erotic ones that I sighed happily. My nipples hardened, and my labia softened.

“You’re going to love these, my Love. I want some new artwork for our DM room. I want them all of you,” click “or our equipment” click “but I want you to be comfortable with them as well.” click. “There. I think some of these will be perfect.

He walked back to the picnic site and set down his camera before coming to me again. He pinched both of my nipples between his strong fingers and kissed me. His tongue made love to mine. My nipples were on fire, and my back lightly scratched by the bark, and my knees were weak. The kiss went on for a very long time. I wanted it to never end.

Milord pulled away from my lips, giving my pinched nipples a quarter turn. I’m not sure if I yelped or moaned or both, but my softened labia were now quite damp, and moisture was lubricating my inner thighs. Milord released my nipples and said, “Since you enjoy that plug so much, I don’t think that was much of a correction for using the wrong name. Do you?”

“No, Milord,” I murmured, now living in subland.

I squealed when his cupped hand landed with a squelching sound against my pussy.

“Number.”

I thought. No, my infraction wasn’t terrible, but it was a dumb mistaken.

“Ten.”

He smiled. I’d chosen correctly. I spread my legs wider, and he landed ten wet slaps against my needy pussy. He didn’t pause. He didn’t hesitate. One after another, Milord delivered a more appropriate correction without pause. Once finished, he pressed two fingers inside my dripping tunnel.

“Well done, Love. I was planning on six, but ten was better. Now, come for me.”

And I obeyed, screaming his name and coming all over his hand. He yanked his fingers from my body before I had finished and I screamed, “NO!”

He laughed and stepped behind me, quickly unshackling me from the tree trunk. I would have fallen to the ground had he not scooped me into his arms. He carried me back to our blanket and said, “Elbows and knees.”

I no longer thought my own thoughts. I thought his words. He quickly undressed. I could hear the sounds of him disrobing, but I didn’t look back. He hadn’t told me I could. I felt him kneel between my splayed legs, his fingers spreading my slit.

“So perfect, ” he murmured.

Slowly, he pressed his cock into my drenched tunnel. I gasped with pleasure, reveling in his own moaning.

“Please,” I quietly begged.

“Go ahead, Love. Come at will. Give it all to me,” he allowed.

And I obeyed. Over and over again I obeyed. He was slow, gentle, methodical, allowing me to dive over the cliff until I thought I would die of pleasure. Vaguely, I heard him rummaging around in his bag and heard a click. I knew he had clicked a leash onto my collar.

“Yes! Thank you!” I cried.

I heard him chuckle.

“Please, Please Milord!”

“Please what?”

“Please, give me your seed. Please come inside of me! PLEASE!”

“Well, since you asked so nicely,” he whispered.

And granted my wish.