Engaging in the Pathway
Around eight weeks ago, my girlfriend, April, confessed her preference for being controlled and dominated by me. I was surprised to find pleasure in taking on this dominant role in our personal and sexual lives. I delved into some research and read a few books to gain more knowledge. I discovered that it involves communication, trust, respect, and setting boundaries. Our relationship has been stronger than ever because of this dynamic.
There was some excitement in the air as April and I were planning our weekend. The weather forecast promised gorgeous, sunny, and low-humidity days. We decided to head to a state park near the Blue Ridge Mountains for a morning hike to a small waterfall we'd heard about. En route home, we planned to visit a small microbrewery with live music and food.
We were scheduled to depart at 7 am on Saturday, making it to the trailhead by 8. We followed our plans perfectly. Both of us had light packs containing water and snacks. The early morning sun caught the blond hair and face of April, who was dressed in form-fitting trail running shorts and a light fleece for the chilly mornings. As we hiked, her gorgeous butt looked fantastic in the shorts. After the temperature rose, we stopped for water and removed her fleece, revealing a light blue microfiber running shirt that exposed a glimpse of her sports bra. The sight filled my mind with horny thoughts.
An hour into the hike, there were no other hikers as the early start worked in our favor. We stopped for water again and were nearing the waterfall. We'd planned to stay there for a bit and then return to the car and continue towards the brewery. But we were still 90 minutes from the waterfall, and the last bit of the trail was all uphill. A quick stop for water followed, and some more banter ensued.
April teased me by slapping my ass repeatedly, urging me to hurry up and stay on schedule. My mind wandered, interpreting her actions as calculated and designed to test me. I felt it was time to assert my dominance and let her know who was in charge. I stopped and addressed her behavior. She apologized, but I felt it wasn't enough.
I commanded her to take off all her clothes, saying she would face further consequences later. She hesitated, surprised by my demand. She had only experienced my dominance in private, at our place. A few seconds later, she removed her top and trailed off her sports bra. She covered herself with her hands and stood in the shadows, revealing her trimmed pubic area. I told her to keep her trail shoes on to protect her feet. Next came the removal of her shorts, revealing her dark pink Lululemon bikini briefs. She stepped out of her shorts, standing before me with her pack.
I took her pack and had her carry it, instructing her to carry both. I commanded her to continue walking. I followed her closely, unable to resist admiring her perfect ass.
As we neared the waterfall, I had visions of disciplining her. I considered spanking her with my nylon belt. We approached the clearing, and the waterfall became visible. I sat down and discussed the serenity and beauty with April. I undressed, folding my shirt and placing it on a rock. I demanded that she kneel on it. April complied, removing my shorts and boxer briefs.
I ordered her to suck my cock and then switched between sucking, flicking my shaft, and gently massaging my balls. Without warning, I came in her mouth and told her to keep sucking and swallow.
I stumbled across what my girlfriend April enjoys, and it's me dominating her physically and sexually. I'm lucky I can give this to her so perfectly privately and publicly. Since discovering this new exciting element to our relationship, I've found more extensive knowledge on the subject through several books and research.
*April and I decided to venture into the wilderness and found a waterfall we've been talking about exploring. We're both excited about the hike and decided the best time to head out is before the afternoon heat.
I brazenly glanced at April's sexy naked body; she was wearing tight shorts and a light fleece. The sight left me with a growing erection. Hiking uphill, April's ass rocked in a way that made me eager to take on her body personally as well.
After an hour of hiking, we took a breather and had some water. April stripped off most of her clothes, leaving me with memories I still treasure to this day.
We reached the creek that leads to the waterfall, with only one challenge remaining.
April shoved my ass a few times, playfully gemgaging me to hurry up. This wasn't how I planned it. After cutting her off, I stated that she was playing games with me. I desired to remind her of her position and who's in charge.
April got on her knees, stripped, and waited for further instructions. Her perfect ass stood out as I neared the boulder.
At the waterfall, I told her to kneel on my shirt, remove my pants, and orally pleasure me.
A lone tear rolled down April's cheek as she struggled to contain her emotions, knowing that I had complete control.
While taking care of my needs, I couldn't help but notice how attractive April was standing exposed, and it led to our most satisfying moments together.
Further disciplining followed, but the ride home was filled with conversations about how I could expand my control and dominance over April.
That's what love is: a perfect blend of domination and submission.
Next, I instructed her to gather her plush blanket and pick up the backpacks. We were bound for the peak of the cascades. April looked like she thought she could change now, but I had different intentions. She followed my instructions without complaint. I observed her nipples harden and her skin break out in goosebumps. The trail climbed steeply, and as we reached the summit, I noticed some elm saplings. I had her leave the bags and snap off two branches from the saplings, bringing them to me. With a serious expression, she acknowledged my command.
Swiftly, she delivered the branches to me. Her breaths began to quicken. I instructed her to remove the foliage from the branches. "Give me the branches and stand in front of that sizable tree," I commanded. Quickly, she complied.
I stood before April and asked her to face the tree behind her. Circling the switch in the air, I prepared for what was to come. To my knowledge, I'd never penalized anyone with a switch; the situation was new to me as well. A few more flicks and my arm flew back before striking forward. April's backside and hindquarters contracted. Concurrently, my muscles strained in anticipation. A few more hits and I took a break to remind her of her unacceptable behavior.
Silent as, she responded to my words. I commanded her to remove the branches and snapped my gaze towards a huge tree. "Station yourself in front of it!"
April obeyed, without question.
I sauntered to April, reciting, "Rotate and grip the tree." I retrieved the first switch and instigated a series of air swings. I positioned myself behind her and whacked her bottom with the switch tips. The muscles across her backside and buttocks stiffened. It was unexpected, for I, to this point, had never metted out punishment using a switch. I charily escalated the intensity, increasing the force of my spanks. She didn't utter a word. Swish, smack, smack- Swish, I continued. Welts emerged. Crack, crack, and crack! I took a moment's pause. "April, you've been naughty," I scolded her. She didn't offer a response. I initiated another assault. Each tap escalated in intensity. Breathing heavily, she maintained her position.
My hand lingered over the second switch. I slid it between her legs, up to her genitals and rubbed assertively. I extracted the stick and dealt her five lashes, crossing previously inflicted welt-wounds. Visualizing lines of blood, I feared I had caused unnecessary harm. Our agreed-upon safety phrase was "pumpkin," signifying her favorite childhood pup. With one final, hard lash, she cried out. The switch snapped on impact. I retreated to her, massaging her ass and cupping her between her legs, rubbed her hair, as she shook. Rubbing her back, I leaned in and suttered tenderly, "Are you thirsty?" Perfunctorily, she nodded. I then queried, "Ready to gather your belongings and return?" Again she agreed. I escorted her to her feet and aided her in retrieving her load.
She donned her briefs, shorts, and push-up bra. Her breasts heaved, drenched in sweat, in the golden rays of the sun. Distance sounded muffled, disclosing a group of hikers on the trail below the falls. We exchanged forty winks and shared weather appraisals. The group bewilderedly stared at the scene, unsuspecting of April's forced efforts to compose herself.
In haste, I pick up the packs and make our descent. We shared comfortable conversation suitable for the outdoors and spoke about the seasonal climate. The strangers didn't comprehend the circumstances that had just played out.