It had never occurred to Luna that there may be another person in the tent with them. When Mason sat down above her and place her head in his lap she realized that his face was obviously not the one between her legs. She started to freak out a little and signaled for “mercy”. Over the years that signal came to mean a number of things for them, but the core of it’s meaning was to communicate about the scene before proceeding.
The licking and sucking didn’t stop. He didn’t tell them to stop. He just took an ear bud out of her ear and leaned in to whisper. “What my love?” She mumbled around her gag and gestured towards the person making it hard to argue her point. “Oh? Him?” He laughed. “You’re the one that always says ‘I don’t understand why, but I’m glad you’re the one person that feels like about me.’ Whenever I tell you how attractive and wonderful you are.” He said in a cocky tone. She was going to argue but the mystery guy was apparently done tasting her. She felt him enter her and gasped. Mason laughed, “ I was surprised when I saw it too. Much bigger than I expected for a young man like him. Still wanna protest and move into aftercare? Or do you want to let me prove my point first?” He whispered as he put the ear bud back into her ear.
Luna laid there, trying to think about what she wanted. Soon she realized that everything happening to her was overwhelming. She signaled her master again and attempted to ask for their removal but she was unable to speak through the gag. He pulled it out of her mouth, “Tell me what you need love.” He said.
“The music and this….him. It’s too much can you take the ear buds out please?” She moaned. He removed the other ear bud and tossed them aside. “The sensory deprivation was intended to add to the experience. If it is not doing that for you, please don’t hesitate to be a good girl and ask me to change something.” He encouraged her.
Luna had not had a good life or known kindness in this world until she met her husband. Her traumatic past frequently interferes with her ability to acknowledge her own needs. Mason was happy to see her admitting to someone, besides himself, that she was uncomfortable. He did not replace her gag, but he did keep the blind fold in place.
The man who was still a mystery to her fucked her for what seemed like an eternity, until she was shaking and begging for him to be done. He wasn’t bad, quite the opposite actually but he was too big. She could feel every bit of him, and she felt… overstuffed. He finished moments after her request and she breathed a sigh of relief when he removed himself from her. Just as she was catching her breath, she heard men talking and then somebody entered the tent. “I’ve brought some help today. I intend to prove that I am not the only one who thinks you’re magnificent.” Mason explained to Luna as the next mystery man got into position.
Luna felt him moving around by her legs, even though he hadn’t touched her yet. She started to feel nervous about all these strange men seeing her naked and vulnerable. “Mason is here and these men are all here because they want to be.” She thought to herself. But it wasn’t very reassuring, mostly because nobody had actually told her why they were there. She was wishing that she could see but she knew she wouldn’t be able to get rid of her blindfold without ending the scene.
Luna briefly considered calling her safe word…. But didn’t. “The aftercare is going to happen eventually, but I’m not ready for it”. She thought. She was interrupted from her thoughts by hands. Big, rough hands, gently caressing her legs and waist. Eventually, they moved to her breasts and then she felt kissing on her neck. “You are so gorgeous. I cant believe this is happening.” A familiar voice spoke into her neck. It was one of the ranch hands.
“Callan?!” Luna asked with great surprise. “Yes?” He asked as if he wasn’t speaking between the kisses, working their way from her neck to her hips.
“What the fuck?!” She stuttered, exasperated.
“I took a little poll from the ranch hands.” Mason chimed in. “I told them I wanted to prove a point to you. And asked anyone brave, or stupid enough to admit to my face that they’re attracted to you, to show up today. Callan and Logan were the only two that showed up.” He explained.
“Well the other 3 guys wanted too, like REALLY wanted too. But they were all too scared of Bossman.” Callan explained.
Author: TheDankDutchess
Luna in the woods pt 1
Luna and Mason hiked from their ranch home, deep into the red wood forest that filled more than 200 acres of their property. Though, the red woods were already dense on the property when they bought it, they planted hundreds more spanning outwards from the center of the property where their ranch is located. The Blythe Reserve is a registered nature reserve and is protected from hunting, however, it’s not open to the public. Every month, Luna and Mason spend a few weekends camping in different places throughout the property to monitor the animal population. This weekend they are hiking to the densest part of the forest, many miles from their home. The whole hike takes about 2 hours on foot but they use an atv as far as the terrain will allow and then walk the last few miles, making the trip about 45 minutes one way. Now that they’ve arrived in the clearing they use to camp, they pitch their tent and start a fire. This area is always perfect for camping because there is a small stream that runs through it, and the canopy from the tall trees provide some shelter from the rain. This time of year it’s cold so, Mason decided to go collect firewood while Luna unpacks their bed.
“I’ll be back in about an hour.” Mason said to his wife as he leaned down to kiss the top of her white-blonde hair. “Okay, baby.” She replied as she hugged him around his abdomen.
Mason runs the ranch during week days so he’s tan and rugged with his dark curly hair, thick beard and broad shoulders. Physical labor has given him firm muscles but he never gets big and bulky. Covered in tattoos from his neck to his hips, and standing at 6’ 7”, he towers over his spouse, and intimidates most people that don’t know him. Mason has a deep voice, but it’s kind and his eyes are dark, making him hard to read.
Luna is a small woman standing around 5’3”. She is petite and curvy with blue eyes and blonde hair.
Mason left the tent and walked off into the woods in search of kindling. Luna unstrapped and rolled out the down futon mattress that they use for camping. She began to set out the pillows and blankets when somebody crawled into the tent and grabbed her from behind, placing tape over her mouth before she could scream. Mason and Luna spent a lot of time doing physical hobbies together such as martial arts and archery. She was far from defenseless, but her attacker was easily able to counter her attempts at defense. She soon found her self with her arms pinned to her chest and a hand around her throat. Her assailant pulled her closer, pressing their body, against her back. She was still struggling against them, when she heard a familiar voice. “Don’t fucking resist me. All right.” Mason stated firmly as he kissed her cheek. “Yes.” Luna tried to reply through duct tape. “Yes?” Mason asked as he grabbed a handful of her hair and turned her to face him. Without letting go, he asked “Are you trying to trying to say yes sir?” Luna nodded in agreement and he took her coat off, throwing it to the side. He leaned down and growled “good girl” into her ear, while retrieving the bondage rope from his coat pocket. He kissed Luna furiously and then let her go. “Cross your arms over your chest.” He instructed her, and she obeyed. He took the tape off of her mouth, and began to tie the rope around her back and torso in a web like shape. While he was tying the rope, he said “You are about to experience something new my darling. Do you trust me?”
“Of course I do.” She replied. He smiled at her as he finished tying his intricate trap and bound her wrists to her abdomen, under her breasts. “Mmmm, you’re such a good girl, now stand up.” He sighed as he pulled out more rope. He unlaced her boots and gently lifted her legs to remove them. Mason tied Luna’s ankles together, placing the rope under her pants, and over her socks. He stood on his knees and looked her in the eye “How much do you trust me?” He smirked. Luna stammered for an answer while he placed a blindfold over her eyes. She was trying to quantify her feelings for her master and husband. So she was distracted when he placed the bit gag in her mouth. “Ssshh.” He said while he secured the strap on the back of her head. “I don’t expect you to have an answer for that. But I do expect that I’ll have my answer in a bit.” Mason stood up and wrapped one hand around the rope on her ribs and placed the other one in the front of her jeans. “Do you remember your safety signals?” He asked in a low voice. “Mmmhmm” she nodded. “Perfect.” He said. Then, in one swift motion, he used his leg to pull hers out from under her so that she was falling backwards. Except, she didn’t fall. He caught her and lowered her on to the bed. He took off his coat and set up a camera to record what he was about to do his wife. They’d been married for 15 years, but he’d only been her dom for about half of that. Somewhere along the way she admitted that she’s into being dominated and they discovered BDSM together. The camera was new, he wanted her to see it later.
He laid down next to her and spent some time feeling her body in appreciation. After some time he asked “Are you attached to this outfit?” Luna shrugged. “Can you replace it?” He asked. She nodded yes and he rolled on top of her. Straddling her legs. “Don’t move.” he instructed her. Mason pulled out a large hunting knife and used to it impale the chest of Luna’s top, and ripped it open to expose her under shirt. Frustrated with her choice to layer her clothes he cut the straps off her shirt and bra and pulled them aside, exposing her breasts. He smiled with satisfaction as he reached out to grope them with his free hand. Luna sighed with relief when the knife she couldn’t see was no longer against her skin. She trusts Mason with everything, but cold steel against your chest is a lot more intimidating when you can’t move or see. Mason crawled backwards, towards her feet. Pausing, to unbutton her jeans and take them down with him. Of course, he couldn’t take them off with her ankles tied, so he cut them off too.
Despite their 15 years together, Luna was feeling self conscious as she lay there. Exposed and vulnerable, wearing lavender cotton underwear, she couldn’t help feeling the opposite of sexy because she had chosen clothes for the day based on their warmth. She always dresses up for a scene, it gives her confidence. And he always tells her she could “wear saddle blankets and baling twine and still be gorgeous”. At that moment Luna grew suspicious of her master’s intentions. She was concerned this was about her lack of self esteem and working on it in some way. That subject always makes her uncomfortable, and he knows that. For 15 years he’s tried to make her say something nice about herself and for more than 15 years she’s been unable to like herself. Luna briefly considered ending the scene but she didn’t want to transition into aftercare. Dealing with that would be worse than whatever’s about to happen, not because Mason would be mean or abusive, he would want to know what she needs and how to help. Luna wasn’t capable of identifying that to herself right now, let alone him.
She was lost in thought for a moment and was surprised when the kisses on her legs had moved to her inner thighs. After a few seconds, they stopped. She felt his knife against her hip.
“I like to believe that I know you pretty well. So, I’m guessing that you are not feeling very comfortable laying here, with no control over how you look to me right now.” He said in a soft voice while he cut the sides of her panties and ripped them away from her body. She hated how right he was but she mumbled in agreement around the bit in her mouth.
“Thank you, for telling me the truth. But, I want you to relax. So, you are going to wear these ear buds. They’re playing your playlist for… these occasions. If you get cold, thirsty, uncomfortable, sad, whatever you need, use your hand signals. I’ll be watching.” He said ashe placed them in her ears. She didn’t understand what he meant when he said he’d be watching. Though, she felt excitement travel up her spine when she thought about the possibilities. For a few moments it was so calm, she wondered if she was alone and then she felt her husband slide his head between her thighs and lick her. He sucked on her clitoris until she was biting her gag and shaking.
Luna was not prepared for what happened next.