the mountains (an erotic fantasy)

You asked me, “If we were to spend several nights together, would you prefer the ocean or the mountains?” It’s been more than a year since I last saw the ocean, so the choice almost seems simple enough. However, even though I visit the forest every day, my pull is to the mountains. So I tell you, “I want the mountains.” Why you ask? Isn’t it obvious? 

I can see it perfectly in my mind. A secluded log cabin, out in the middle of the mountains. We are surrounded by wildlife, trees, nature, fresh air, anything you can imagine… except another living being. No one to hear my screams and pleas for help. No one to hear me sob as you beat my poor bottom for the thousandth time. If a flogger makes contact with ample flesh and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound? 

What pulls me to the mountains are the trees. They are tall, rough and hard, like you? I imagine myself completely naked, except for a collar, which you lead me by with rope. Perhaps even a blindfold, with my hands tied behind my back. You lead me outside and I can feel the rush of cool air on my skin and the warmth of the sun. I stumble on the path, my feet sensitive to the rocks and pine needles. We walk for awhile until finally you are satisfied. You untie my hands and lead me forward. I can feel a presence in front of me. 

“Stretch your arms out to your sides, like you are about to soar,” you command me. My heart begins to beat harder. You gently nudge me forward until my soft breasts make contact with a rough surface. It is a tree. You continue to push me forward until I am pressed against the hard, rough bark. My hands naturally begin hugging the trunk, and you use this opportunity to string a rope around the tree, securing my wrists at both ends. There I am, in the middle of the wilderness. My ears pick up every sound around me while my eyes remain covered. I am blind to the world and I couldn’t be happier. 

“Spread your legs,” your voice penetrates my core. 

I do as told and can feel the hard bark pressing into me. My breasts ache, but my nipples stand erect against the rough surface. I move slightly, letting my nipples graze the bark and I try hard not to moan loudly. 

The first sting takes me by surprise and I scream. I can feel the heated welt begin to rise on my backside. Over and over the whip lands with precision. Slowly, I can feel the heat building over my entire back. I can feel the moisture gathering between my delicate folds. It’s just the two of us, as far as I know. Each strike of the whip startles me and my body brushes harshly against the rough bark. The conflict between pleasure and pain is great, but pleasure always wins over the pain. It’s knowing I am naked, blindfolded and bound to a tree that sets me over the edge. It’s knowing I am there, in service to your every whim. I cry out and beg for mercy as the welts keep forming on my body, but who will hear me? Will anyone hear my cries from the distance and come rescue me? 

No, I am in no need of rescue. It’s just you and I and the wonders of nature around us. I only beg for you to take me right there, bound to the tree as you thrust hard into me and cover my heated welts with your DNA. 

© At Longings End