Hunger Games Part One

Meeting a true submissive lady was an intoxicating and empowering experience, so much so that I now understand the attraction of that intangible aphrodisiac, Power!

This lady was an athletic, strong single Mum and teacher and earned my respect immediately due to her effective juggling of all of these demanding balls successfully.... but she didn’t need my respect. In her social and professional life she was confident and competent in every aspect. Slowly I learnt that she needed complete subjugation in private and every decision removed from her so she could just switch her decision-making centre down and go with the guilt-free flow. At least that is my amateur psychoanalysis for what it’s worth.

Our sessions progressed gradually from mutual play to eventually all direction and decisions being made by me. I was able to tie her to the bed, the fence, the patio pillars and I was able to force her into every submissive pose and action that my mind could dream of. Once I realised that we were both enjoying the action as directed by me it became a challenge to push the envelope further each time. Every thing I tried was taken gratefully in her stride including forced and home invasion role plays.

One day I ordered her to tie me to a chair and to use me as she pleased... it ended with me holding her dildo in my teeth and demanding that she squat over my face and pump herself on the dildo while I was able to watch the full action in her recently moved hall mirror.

I had unwillingly set up a headache for myself as she subserviently demanded more each time. I could feel her excitement and thrill of being forced into even more challenging situations. I came up with a mind blowing idea that I felt would truly test her submissive nature. It would be boom or bust. I planned our next excursion and made preparations while dropping small hints to tease her mind and raise her anticipation.

On a planned weeknight I turned up at her door as usual but when she answered I placed a sleeping mask over her eyes and put my hand over her mouth and whispered in her ear that she had to come with me....no questions! I bundled her into my front seat and we drove in silence. It is very difficult not to talk to someone over a twenty minute drive but I wanted her senses at fever pitch.

We arrived at the Behana Gorge overflow car park and it was a beautifully clear night with a near full moon illuminating everything in silvery hues. The landscape was a beautiful but eerie chromatic black and silver. I helped her out of her slip on shoes and then put her running socks and shoes on her feet before helping her out of the car. In the dark I stripped her totally apart from her shoes and socks. ( mental note: take panties off before I put running shoes on) Once she was naked I removed her blindfold. She was already trembling and the goose pimples on her skin created a golf ball texture across her naked body. It was early autumn in Cairns and fairly still so it wasn’t due to the cold. Meanwhile I was wearing hiking boots, black track pants, a black long sleeve shirt and a black beanie. I also had a backpack and a metal torch that looked like a security guard's baton. Her eyes were wide in the dim light and they got wider as I pulled a pair of shiny silver metal hand cuffs out of my pocket. I moved behind her and cuffed her wrists together.

There is a wide clear concrete path running beside the Behana gorge which creates a winding 4km trail hugging the picturesque creek which is a series of small waterfalls and lagoons. The path ends at the top at a beautiful swimming spot with deep water. In the moonlight the running water looked like mercury gliding along with occasional dark boulders or stunted trees interrupting the smooth surface. The path stood out in the darkness like a white bone leading into the tree lined path.

I leant forward and whispered in her ear that I was giving her a five minute head start. With that I shoved her in the back and said go! She looked at me like a scared rabbit and I momentarily thought I might have over-estimated her nature and need. Then she turned and took off towards the path. Again I was concerned, if she kept that pace the joke would be on me because I’d never catch her. As her ghostly form was dissolving into the gloomy shadows I noted that she was now walking. Regardless I only waited two minutes before setting out after her.

I switched on my torch and its white blue beam cut through the darkness like a laser beam but it did make the surrounding darkness even inkier. I walked cautiously swinging the beam from side to side. A little uncertainly as we hadn’t discussed this scenario before and while I hoped she didn’t make it too easy I also hoped I didn’t lose her completely. After what seemed an eternity of stalking I was actually getting concerned when I heard a rustling off to the side away from the creek. Aware it could actually be a bandicoot, cassowary or even a snake (I hadn’t thought about the wildlife in my planning) I moved slowly towards the sound.

I could see some large fern leaves moving where there was no breeze. It shook more as my beam probed the shadows engulfing this specific foliage. I glimpsed her thin ankle and foot. I lay out a picnic blanket in the clearing before the shaking ferns and then lay some toys from the backpack on the blanket. I slowly shone my light over the small leather crop, the ball gag, the purple dildo and the jewelled butt plug. I then stared at the foliage and turned the light off. I heard her gasp in that total blackness otherwise my senses were totally muted and I had to stand still. I was planning on staying there quietly until my night vision cane back but then I heard her crawling out of her hiding place towards me..... hurriedly.

I didn’t know if she was scared of the dark so I switched the light back on and she froze on all fours looking to the ground to avert the blinding light. I placed the torch on the ground and strode over and picked her up by the waist. I dropped her not too gently on to the picnic blanket and knelt behind her while holding her by the back of her neck. She was still frozen, waiting my move. I had all sorts of plans about readying her and toying with her and progressing as we progressed up the path. It was only now that I realised my cock was rock hard and straining against my track pants to be released. Her sweet ass waving in the breeze and moonlight wasn’t helping cool my excitement either. The feeling of having her under my control was intoxicating.

I pulled my pants to my knees and nudged between her thighs. I thought it might be challenging to find her pussy but perhaps the heat she was generating guided my cock because despite the darkness I probed once and felt that familiar yet spine-tingling velvety resistance yielding to my pulsing cock. Once I was certain I had the right orifice I plunged in deep. The feeling was primal and crude. The adrenaline coursed through my body like a drug and I was the mightiest man on Earth in that instant. I had the ridiculous urge to beat my chest while she was impaled on my shaft and shout my name to the trees. She groaned a little and I was back in reality. I was buried balls deep in a hot wet pussy offered to me and I began thrusting in and out while alternately holding her waist and hips.

She was delightful and whimpered with each stroke, merely encouraging me to plough in harder on the next down stroke. I could feel her soft plump ass cheeks cushioning my hip thrusts and my balls were slapping wildly against her pussy. Her head was flat sideways against the blanket and I could see her mouth open wider with each thrust and her visible eye was darting around taking in every scene hungrily. I slid my hands up her back and neck and grabbed her ponytail in my hand and rode her like it was a rodeo. Her back arched and she ground her ass cheeks back into my hips sliding me deeper into her hot wet honey pot. She was obviously wet with excitement and I could literally hear our fucking noises over the constant babbling of the creek. The wet slurping sounds as I slid in and out of her deliciously pleasurable pussy just enhanced my every sensation.

This was heaven and judgement day was rapidly approaching. I had planned the entire 4km hunt and a refreshing moonlight swim at the end and I was too close to exploding in a domination-induced supernova. I quickly slid out of her heavenly pussy and pushed her away. As I lay there trembling trying to maintain my control I told her to get moving or it would be worse for her. She ignored the tissues I offered and instead rose on shaky legs and made off again. As her silver body began to be swallowed by the hungry shadows again I saw the moonlight bathe her entire face. I saw an ethereal beauty all eyes, tousled hair and cheekbones but I also saw her expression of excitement and joy moments before she blended in and I realised that I had better get hunting again.