The Hunter
The day started innocently enough, breakfast, dishes, the usual routine. We went for a ride around 11 Am to a isolated area of the Bow River, it was so beautiful. The leaves had started turning color Red, gold, green, and brown leaves lay on the ground in abundance. We stopped in a wooded area we knew well. We got out of the car, and he went to the trunk, opened it up, and pulled out his toy bag. Out of it he pulled his rope, floggers and cane. You have a 5 min head start, if I catch you, you are mine to do with as I please. I saw the deadly serious look in his eyes. RUN he said, run I did, I was off like a flash.
We had roamed this area many times before, so I was not scared of getting lost. Thickets abounded here, as did wildlife. My pounding heart drowned out any forest noises I may have heard. I was searching desperately for a big enough thicket to hide in, one I could safely stay in, so I would not be seen. The leaves were still on many of the scrub so all I had to do was look.
What would he do to me when he caught me? I say when, because I knew he would catch me, he always did.
God I felt so alive, this was my favorite game we played. The air was exilerating, the smell of fall in the air, the damp leaves, all smells were heightened by the state I was in, the fierce anticipation of what was comming next. How long could I elude him?. Still running, I glanced around, and saw a possible hiding place. I ran over to it, perfect I thought to myself. It was beside a huge tree, which would protect me from detection from the one side , and it was thick enough that he could not see through it.
I crawled and squeezed my way into the scrub, scrunching myself into a small ball to fit better. I was trying to catch my breath, and quit the huffin and puffin I was doing. This would only help him to find me, to hear my heavy, out of breath breathing, or coughing.
I was becoming aware of the scratches I had recieved in my run, and while I squeezed myself through the scrub. Funny how I never felt them earlier in my mad dash for freedom. I was very thankful Master had let me wear pants today. Chuckling, now I know why. Life with him definately was not boring.
Jolted out of my reverie, I heard him calling, "littleone, where are you" Yeah right like I was gonna answer that one. I laughed to myself. I held my breath, how far was he, he sounded close. What else was that I was hearing? A smashing noise, what was that? A elk, maybe a deer? Puzzled I listened harder.
OMG, I realized he was hitting the scrub with his cane. I have to get out of here, I thought to myself. No I can't he'll see me if I make a run for it. OMG what should I do? I sat scrunched while panic started to take ahold of me. I held my breath, lest he hear me. Realizing that was foolish, I started taking deep even breaths so I would stay calm. He was getting closer, I could hear the twigs snap under his feet, he was being none to quiet.
He was by my scrub now. I knew he could not see me inside. He hit the scrub, WHACK. I flinched, but stayed quiet. WHACK again, "I know you are near littleone, Ican feel you." I had no doubt he could feel me, we have always had that connection. All of a sudden I felt a stick stab at my side, OMG he was poking in the bush, how did he know I was there? "Come out, my dear". Was he serious, or just faking me out, did he really feel me inside there?
I waited, again the cane came through the bush. This time I yelped, as he poked it in harder. I'll come out, I said. Crawling out on hands and knees, I knelt before him, and waited for him to talk. He said nothing, just grabbed my hands and tied them together. and then led me to a tree and tossed the rope over a branch and secured it. He went to my front and put on the blindfold, then started to take off all my clothes. The fresh air caught me by surprize. I started to shiver, not because of the cold, but from excitement. He had never done this before, normally he would just laff and say gotch ya, but this time I could sense him concentrating on what he was doing to me, anticipating every movement. I knew he was real turned on, as was I. Standing there naked, strung to a tree, I felt so vunerable, and helpless, and so so alive.
The flogger hit lightly at first, warming my skin for the ineveitable blows that were to come. Moaning I let myself go with the flow, each stroke brought me to the place I loved, I would fly high today, this I knew with a certainty.
Stopping every now and then he would whisper in my ear to make sure I was ok, smiling I would answer, oh yahhhh. God I was a pig, I chuckled to myself.
I was to the point after a while, where I didn't know anything anymore, and I felt him letting me down from the tree, and rubbing my hands and arms. I cuddled in his arms and rested, completely content. I could smell his manliness, and gave him a kiss. He responded, and lay me down on a blanket he had brought earlier. He made love to me, kissing, gropeing, biting my body every where. I was so hot for him, never had I felt this way before. I could not get enough of him, I wanted more and more, and he willingly gave it.
After all was over and we had cleaned up everything, I asked him how he had found me in that thicket, I was sure he could not see me in there. Laughing, he said, I had left a trail a blind man could follow, especially going into the scrub, next time I should maybe try to hide the crawl marks. It had been easy for him to see where I had gone in. I commited this to memory, next time I would not be so easy to find, next time.....................