The Gangbang Aphrodisiac: Sara?s Surrender, Chapter 13

It was glorious hiking in Banff again, and the weather was in agreement with me. It was warm even now in early morning, with the promise of heat later on; bright, but enough high cloud to avoid dazzling the eye. Yet, despite that, and the Godly scenery all around us, I found my eyes continually straying to the shorts-clad ass of my new submissive, Sara, hiking ahead of me.This was our third day together ? well, second full day ? and we were finally out on the trail. My original plan had been to hit the trail yesterday, the day after I had finished my presentation, but then I met Sara. I was absolutely flabbergasted when in about two hours after I had met her, I had been able to bring her to the point of voluntarily stripping naked, masturbating in public, and sucking my cock, outdoors in broad daylight, in a national park.I had never before experienced a Dominant/submissive relationship that developed as quickly. Sara ? my new sub ? and I just seemed to click, right from the moment we met. Both of us found the relationship remarkable, sexy as hell, and entirely fulfilling. We both seemed to enjoy the same BDSM things ? from opposite sides.The reason we were a day late in getting on the trail was that I wasted the first afternoon ? if ?wasted? is the right word ? getting to know Sara, and bringing her to the point of committing to being my sub. She had repeatedly vowed that she would do anything I wanted, and I was looking forward to testing her promise. Moreover, she had had the courage early on to call ?yellow light?, allowing us to confirm the trust we had to have to enjoy a stable D/s relationship.But that meant I was not able to prepare properly for the trail the next day, yesterday. So, rather than rush the preparations, which is never a good idea, I postponed our departure ? and invested yesterday in sex play with Sara while making additional preparations for doing D/s play on the trail with her.~~~~~~When we hurried back from supper that first night after dining in the Vermillion Room, we were both hot as pistols. This was partly due to our extended discussion of the varieties of BDSM play, but especially because, at the end of our supper, she had told me she had somehow neglected to put on any panties.When we got back to my suite, I had ordered her to strip, then I had used the panties she had ?forgotten? to wear to bind her hands behind her, placing one hand through one leg hole, then twisting and wrapping the stretchy material around her wrist, then wrapping the other leg hole around her other wrist. She could get her hands free, but, again, this was more of a psychological restraint than a real one.I had her kneel beside me while I sat in a chair. Then I had stroked her all over, including her tits, between her knees, and inside her cunt, then forcing my cunt-wetted fingers into her mouth to be licked clean, over and over again. I kept doing this until she looked like she was about to cum, at which point I stopped.Next, I took her smartphone, and figured out how to throw its images on the suite?s big TV screen. kaçak iddaa As a result, we repeatedly watched the video I had taken that afternoon of her sucking my cock, and me forcing it down her throat, gagging her. And while we watched, I did my best to bring her right to the edge of cumming ? then backing off and denying her, over and over. When the video ended for the fifth time, she was writhing, unable to sit still, and panting hard. She started begging me to let her cum or to let her suck me again.I refused, and took her to bed, naked, with her hands still bound behind her with her panties so that she couldn?t touch herself during the night. And every time I woke for any reason, I made sure to bring her to the edge of an orgasm all over again ? then deny her.By morning she was a begging, drooling wreck, which was precisely what I wanted.Of course, it exacted a toll on me, too ? I hadn?t cum either, and my cock let me know it wanted to bury itself in her snatch or her mouth. I denied that as well. It?s been my experience that I get particularly creative in my BDSM play when I?m sexually frustrated. I wanted our hikes to be things we would remember for the rest of our lives. We could stand being frustrated for a few hours to achieve that.Plus, it set us up perfectly for the shopping I wanted to do.~~~~~~It started innocently enough at the outfitters, where we had both arranged to rent the necessary equipment for our hikes.I arranged everything I thought we?d need, even though I had to buy a larger, much lighter tent than the two-man I?d planned on renting. I would have preferred to rent, but they didn?t have one available except for purchase. It was expensive, but it was a remarkable piece of equipment, and worth having in any event.I also got two lighter sleeping bags with excellent quality synthetic down fill that could zip together rather than one mummy bag with lesser quality fill, plus two closed-cell sleeping mats that could snap together into one, big mat. And I bought the best quality trail food I could get.But the first really important purchase I made was to buy Sara two pairs of Tilley shorts, shirts, underwear, plus a roll-or-crush straw hat that looked fabulous on her, showcasing her face and eyes. Tilley Endurables are a Canadian brand, and excellent clothing for any kind of travel. And although she looked great in them when she tried them on, she wanted to know why I insisted on buying these for her. I smiled down at her, and said, ?You?ll see.?The hat was simply because she needed a good one. The other stuff had a different purpose.Then I had some shopping I wanted to do without her, in order to maintain the surprise. So, I turned necessity into a mother, as in motherfucker.I took her to what seemed like the best adult toy store in the small town of Banff. She was nervous about going in as she'd never been in a sex shop before. I was pretty sure she was embarrassed just to be there, and she seemed to be trying to make herself inconspicuous. I wasn?t going to let that happen.I got a shopping basket, kaçak bahis found the paddles, and told her I wanted her to select the one I would use on her. It had to be lightweight, and not too big, because we were going to have to pack it in and out, plus it had to carry a wallop. She dithered for quite some time, then selected one that was blue, and decorated with sparkles. It also had holes, which made it lighter.I didn?t tell her that holes made it smack harder. I suspect she thought it would be softer.Regardless, I put the paddle in the basket, then handed the basket to her.?I want you to choose a dog collar that you will wear to show you?re my bitch. You?re going to wear it a lot, including in public, so make sure you think that I?ll approve of it, and that it?s reasonably comfortable. And I want you to try it on before you put it in the basket, okay???In?in here? In public??I nodded. ?In here. In public. Then I want you to look at all the other toys in the store and select those you think I will want to use on you on the trail. And here?s the catch: for every one you miss, I?m going to smack you once with the paddle. And for every one that you select that I don?t want, you get a smack. But for every one you get right, I?ll reduce the smacks by one.?I grinned at her. ?If you don?t understand what these toys do, and how I might want to use them, your bottom is going to be very sore, understand? So, you?re going to have to ask a lot of questions, aren?t you???Y?Yes, Master.? She was looking at the floor, and I could see she was thoroughly embarrassed already. I?d bet she was also very wet.?Let me give you one piece of advice, though: remember that we are going to have to carry all of these toys in our backpacks, so keep in mind weight and size considerations, okay??Her eyes were enormous, but she nodded.?Good. Now I?ll be back in about an hour, so get started!? And I left.While she was shopping for toys, I had a different agenda. Bit by bit, store by store, I got what I needed, then returned to the sex toy shop to pick up a submissive.When I got back to the toy store, she was wearing a blue leather collar of medium width around her neck. It was slightly rounded, like a half-tube, and it had a small lock on the hasp. The lock was not locked, but hung slightly open. She looked flushed and was breathing hard. The blue collar also brought out the blue in her eyes.?Very nice,? I said, walking up to her. ?Which other ones did you consider?? She hesitantly pointed to three others. I picked up a wide, black collar with silver spikes that she had pointed to. ?Why did you consider this one??She looked down and the floor. ?Because it made me wet just to look at it.??Did you try it on??She nodded.?Out loud, please.??Yes, Master, I tried it on.??And????I almost picked it, but it was awfully heavy. So, I picked this one.?I threw the heavy black one into the basket. ?You?ll wear this on special occasions. But I agree with the one you?ve picked as being suitable and practical. Good girl.?She looked up at me and gave me an eager smile. ?Thank illegal bahis you, Master!?I rummaged through the basket, discarding items I either had no interest in, or that I thought would be not worth carrying, counting items as I went.?Okay, Little Slut, so far you?re up two, which means you wouldn?t be getting any swats. Except there are a number of things I want that aren?t in here. But let me keep my secrets for now. Go stand in the window by that bondage manikin. Don?t move. Make people think you?re another manikin.?Oh, and hold this and stare at it. Got it?? And I handed her an enormous jelly, purple dildo.She blushed deep red, but nodded, and hesitantly moved to stand next to the leather fetish manikin. Her tight t-shirt made it obvious she wasn?t wearing a bra, and that, plus her cut-off denim shorts, long legs, big, blue eyes, and the blue dog collar around her neck, got her plenty of stares from passersby.I wandered around, picking up the balance of things I thought we might want, counted the number of additions, then called Sara back to me. She almost jumped to get away from the window, and I saw four, twenty-something guys laughing to each other on the other side of the glass.?Okay, I?ve added nine additional items, which means you get seven swats with the paddle when the time comes. Are you okay with that??Her eyes got bigger, but she nodded.?Okay, let?s go.?We walked to the check-out, and I handed the basket and my credit card to her. ?Here, you pay for these. Hand them to the nice gentleman at the check-out, one by one, and let him ring them up.? I stepped back and let her handle the transaction?and the merchandise.She looked up sharply at me, anguish in her eyes, then gulped, and nervously stepped forward to the cash register, face flushed ? and nipples poking hard at her t-shirt.~~~~~The rest of the preparations were pretty routine. We had an early supper out on the patio where we first met. It was a bit breezy, which was fun because I made her wear her collar, locked, her short skirt and a loose blouse, untucked and mostly unbuttoned, and nothing else. Plus, I told her she couldn?t hold them down.That resulted in a few people getting an eyeful, and Sara eating not that much. But I enjoyed it.Then we went back to the room and watched a full-length porn movie. Sara was naked, of course, except for the black, studded collar, which forced her to keep her head up. She was kneeling up on the bed, with her knees apart, with her panties binding her hands behind her again, and I alternated playing with either her clit or massaging her G-spot. Whenever the heroine pretended to have an orgasm, I switched. And whenever the heroine wasn?t being used, sexually, such as for the so-called dialog, I stopped.If Sara seemed to be getting close to cumming, I stopped completely anyway and set a timer for five minutes. I kept this up until she was crying and begging me to let her cum. Then I pulled a ball gag out of our shopping, stopped her mouth with it, then started the video again.By the end of the video, Sara was drooling around the ball-gag, and had tears running down her cheeks, and snot running down her nose, dripping onto her tits. I gently removed the gag, then helped her blow her nose, and cleaned her face.