The woman stood motionless in front of Nathalie, her presence filling the small forest clearing with an ominous silence. Her gaze was intense, almost penetrating, as she scrutinized Nathalie's bound body. Nathalie's heart beat faster, her breathing became shallow as she processed the unexpected rescue - or was it a trap? The lady's lips curled into a mocking smile as she slowly approached, her footsteps almost silent on the soft forest floor.
“Well, well, what have we here?” she whispered, her voice soft but with an undertone of authority that made the hairs on the back of Nathalie's neck stand on end. “A little girl who ties herself up and then loses the key? How careless.” She leaned forward, her hand gently stroking Nathalie's cheek before moving to her collar, which was tied tightly to the tree. “But I think I can help you... For a price.”
Nathalie felt her cheeks flush, her eyes widening with a mixture of fear and excitement. She wanted to protest, but the words caught in her throat as the mysterious woman's fingers touched her skin, a touch that was both comforting and threatening. “What... what do you want?” she finally managed to get out, her voice barely more than a whisper.
The woman laughed softly, a sound that was both amused and dangerous. “Oh, I think you know it well, little Nathalie. You got yourself into this situation because you wanted to give up control, didn't you? And now you're here, helpless and at my mercy.” She paused, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “I could just free you and leave, but that would be boring, wouldn't it?”
Nathalie's pulse quickened, her mind racing. She hadn't imagined this situation like this, but the idea of becoming your plaything awakened a deep, hidden longing in her. “What... what do you want from me?” she repeated, her voice firmer now, although her knees were trembling.
“Everything,” she answered simply, her hand now sliding over Nathalie's shoulder, following the contour of her leather dress. “I want you to be mine, if only for this night. I want you to do as I say, no questions asked. Can you do that, Nathalie?”
The words hit Nathalie like a blow, but she also felt a strange sense of relief. This was what she had secretly wanted - complete relinquishment of control, submission to someone who could fulfill her most secret desires. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible but determined.
The woman smiled, a triumphant expression that made Nathalie's heart beat faster. “Good, let's get started then.” She took a step back and pulled a small, black pouch from her pocket. “First we have to make sure you don't run away.” With deft movements, she tied Nathalie's ankles together so that she could only stand on tiptoe. “That's better,” she murmured, her hands now wandering over Nathalie's body, testing the tightness of the restraints.
Nathalie felt her arousal growing, her skin tingling under her touch. She was now completely the plaything of the strange woman, and the idea filled her with a mixture of fear and lust. “What... what are you going to do to me?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly.
“You'll see,” the woman replied, her lips close to Nathalie's ear. “But first we have to take care of this dress. It's beautiful, but it's holding me back.” With practiced movements, she opened the lacing of the corsage, revealing Nathalie's pale skin. Her fingers stroked the soft skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps.
Nathalie gasped softly as the cool evening air touched her exposed skin. She felt the breath on her neck, warm and seductive. “Please...” she whispered, not sure what she was asking for - for more or for mercy.
“Please what?” the woman asked, her voice rougher now, full of desire. “Please for me to stop? Or please for me to keep going?” Her hand now slid over Nathalie's breast, her fingers encircling the firm tip, squeezing gently.
“Keep going...” sighed Nathalie, her eyes closing as a wave of pleasure shot through her body. She was now completely in control of the strange woman, and the idea that this woman would fulfill her most secret desires was almost too much for her.
The woman smiled, her lips now touching Nathalie's neck, leaving a trail of kisses. “As you wish,” she whispered, her tongue stroking the sensitive skin. Her hands moved further down, following the curve of Nathalie's hips until they reached the hem of the leather dress. In one swift movement, she pulled it up, revealing Nathalie's bare skin.
Nathalie felt her cheeks burn, her shame now fully exposed to the woman's gaze. She wanted to cover herself, but her hands were bound, helplessly tied to the tree. “Please...” she whispered again, her voice now pleading.
“Shh,” the woman put a finger to Nathalie's lips, her eyes sparkling with pleasure. “No more words. Just feelings.” Her hand now slid between Nathalie's legs, her fingers finding the moist heat that awaited her there. “You're so wet,” she murmured, her voice full of satisfaction. “You really want this, don't you?”
Nathalie nodded, her eyes closed as the fingers touched her, a touch that was both gentle and demanding. She felt her desire growing, her breathing quickening, her body responding to the experienced hand.
The woman smiled, her lips curling into a satisfied smile. “Good, let's get on with it then.” She leaned forward, her lips touching Nathalie's, a kiss that was both tender and. Her tongue invaded Nathalie's mouth, inviting her to open up, to give herself to her completely.
Nathalie gasped as she felt the taste of the woman on her tongue, a mixture of wine and desire. She was now completely under the stranger's spell, her thoughts whirling as their bodies pressed against each other. The hand traveled further down, her fingers penetrating her, finding the rhythm that made her cry out.
“Oh... oh God...” moaned Nathalie, her voice now hoarse with pleasure. She felt her muscles tense, her release was close, but the woman held her back, toying with her like a cat with its prey.
“Not yet,” she whispered, her lips touching Nathalie's ear. “I want you to beg.” Her fingers were moving faster now, her thumbs pressing against Nathalie's most sensitive spot.
“Please... please let me come,” Nathalie begged, her voice now a single moan. She felt her legs trembling, her knees threatening to give way, but the hand held her firmly, forcing her to stand still.
“Say it,” the woman commanded, her voice sharp now, full of authority. “Say that you are mine, that you will do as I say.”
“I am yours... I do what you say,” Nathalie gasped, her voice now little more than a whisper. She could feel her release approaching, a wave of lust threatening to overwhelm her.
“Good,” the woman smiled, her fingers now moving in a frenzied rhythm. “Come for me, Nathalie. Let it out.”
Nathalie screamed, her voice echoing through the forest as her release overcame her. Her legs trembled, her knees gave way, but the woman's arms held her, supporting her as her body shook and shuddered.
When Nathalie's breathing calmed and her eyes opened, she looked at the woman, her savior, her tormentor. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice soft now, full of gratitude.
The woman smiled, her hand gently stroking Nathalie's cheek. “It's not over yet,” she whispered, her eyes sparkling with pleasure. “I have so much more planned for you.”
Nathalie felt her heart beat faster, her excitement returning as she heard the words. She was ready, ready for whatever She had planned for her. The night was still young and her journey into the world of submission and lust had only just begun.