Inside the tent, wrapped in a tangle of sleeping bag, bondage rope, clothes, toys, and each other, I began to stir. My Mistress sleepily blinking, Her beautiful body looking soft and delicate. I smile happily as my eyes open, my arm tightly around my Mistress Her middle. There was no alarm, no rush, and no one around. Nothing but the wild around us and the sky above.

Slowly I untangle myself and, barefoot in the dew-laced grass, I emerge from the tent, bringing the essentials with me to make breakfast. A pot of water starting to boil to make Her a nice tea, and myself coffee, is hanging over a crackling but small campfire as my Mistress exits the tent as well, having only to wait a few more minutes until being handed a mug filled with Her tea for morning comfort. Birds chattering in the trees above, and the lake shimmering just beyond, untouched and inviting.

Having breakfast together in such an enchanting place feels magical, getting impressed with my Mistress Her knowledge of plants that can be foraged, and enjoying each other’s company whilst there is all the freedom in the world to enjoy our dynamic outdoors without anyone watching. After the breakfast with, coffee, tea, and some soft-boiled eggs had been concluded it was time to head out and put that freedom into practice.

My Mistress instructs me to sit in my standard kneeling position as She packs my bag, stuffing it with at least bondage rope, and it seems like other things as well, but out of sight behind the tent canopy. With the bag packed, we head towards the lake. It is barely 500 meters and our tent is still in sight as my Mistress finds a group of trees She finds suitable. Just behind the first line of foliage coverage, with good sight of the lake, but still somewhat hidden.

The rope is unpacked again, and with clear instructions, and quite rough manhandling when taking too long, I am undressed and placed into position, getting tied up. My arms were bound together, with my forearms tied against the coarse bark of a pine tree at head height. Two lower hanging branches are used to attach ropes from as well, but not yet attached to anywhere on my body, just hanging down to the ground behind me like vines and my legs each put into a rope harness before being tied down to the tree as well at my thighs and ankles.

Next up a mouth gag is revealed out of the bag, it’s a gag with a dildo that fills up the mouth, my Mistress has used it on me before, but with this one, the dildo seems bigger than I remember. The dildo is shoved into my mouth all the same with the binders of the gag quickly being fastened behind my head. A leather-looking blindfold follows afterward, and I don’t get to see any of the other items, but after a bit of rummaging with the bag, and cracking twigs behind me I can hear a loud crackle shortly before a bullwhip impacts my back.

A muffled scream before the next lash hits. Following in quick succession tears spring into my eyes before having even withstood a minute of getting whipped. It’s not a whip I have felt before, feeling like it is breaking my skin with ease when impacting my body. First my back, then down to my ass, and down my legs before doing the same in reverse. My body uncontrollably tries to move and spasm as the pain feels like it is more than I can take, but just end up grinding my chest, arms, and legs up against the rough bark of the tree.

The whip lashes just keep landing, my Mistress mercilessly beating my entire backside slowly into a bloodstained painting of suffering. Usually, I get quite a few easy and kind whip hits after it becomes clear that it has become hard for me to take more of a beating up today seems to be a celebration of total ruthlessness. I feel lightheaded and broken as the impacts finally stop, drooling from the gag hanging down my chin and the blindfold wet from my tears.

My thighs and ankles are freed from their ties to the tree, but just when thinking we are done for the morning the two ropes handing in suspension from the branches are tied to the leg harnesses, spreading my legs out before being lifted into the air. I am well aware of what comes next as I feel a bit of lube being applied to my ass before with one hard thrust I get my Mistress Her strap-on driven deep into my body, Her hands gripping my sore body as Her hips start to move back and forth ramming the dildo into Her broken fucktoy.