An eventful hike.

Amy packs a bag full of water, food, and supplies. Ella stands patiently nearby. Her hands are the only thing still tied. Amy helps her slip on a pair of jeans, a shirt, and some sturdy hiking boots.

"You aren't seriously going to make me hike with my hands tied?" Ella asks.

"That's the fifth time you've asked." Amy replies angrily.
Ella protests as Amy pushes her over to a table and shoves her forward. She pulls Ella's pants down over her butt. She forces a remote control vibrator between her lips. Ella gasps as the round intruder is roughly pushed in. Amy grabs a piece of rope and loops it around her waist. She pulls the rope between her legs, and wedges it up into her crotch. She ties the rope off behind her back. The rope holds the vibrator in, and rubs tightly against her clit and pussy. Amy pulls her pants back up. The rope is just visible around her hips above the waist of the pants.

"Really?" Ella complains. Amy reprimands her by turning on the vibrator for a few seconds. Ella stifles a loud gasp.

"Insurance. Your so much more obedient when your turned on."

"Not true."

Amy finishes her partner's hiking outfit by slipping a leather collar around Ella's neck. The simple, dark collar buckles in the back. Amy clips a long leash to the front.

"Alright. Let's head out."

Amy leads Ella down a dirt path. They stomp through mud and over logs as Amy tows her captive along by her leash. Ella struggles to keep up.

The bound woman tries to keep a slow pace. The faster she goes, the more the rope between her legs rubs. That isn't the only distraction. The vibrator stuck in her pussy is a foreboding reminder to not try anything funny. A flick of a switch and she would be a quivering wreck on the forest floor. It wouldn't be the first time she climaxed outside on this trip, but the thought of it is still unbearable to the shy woman.

They walk about a half-mile. Ella points out several rare types of mushrooms. Amy spots a rare songbird up in one of the trees. The serene wilderness is a welcome change of pace to the usual sprawling-suburbs near their home. They both smile and laugh. Ella's eyes widen as they crest a hill and see their destination.

A beautiful, crystal clear river lies just ahead. The tranquil stream is flanked by a sandy bank. Green trees hang over it's edges, draping the secluded sanctuary in a blanket of leaves.

They both head towards the water. Amy sets up a folding chair.

"Where am I gonna sit?" Ella asks.

"Sluts don't get chairs." Amy replies. She unzips her pack, and pulls out several bundles of rope.

"Seriously?"

"What did you expect? That I'd let you swim around and have fun?"

"Fuck you!"

Ella turns back towards the trail, and starts running. Her bound hands cause her to move awkwardly. Amy laughs, pulling out the remote control. She turns the toy to max power. The already unbalanced escapee crashes down into the sand, only a dozen feet from her starting point.

A few minutes of wrestling later, and Ella is strung up to a nearby tree. She stands with her back pressed against the bark. Her hands were pulled back around the trunk, and retied together. Loops of rope secure her chest, stomach, legs, and feet to the tree. Each coil is cinched tightly. She squirms in the restraints, but is held fast. Ella protested wildly, until a ballgag was shoved into her mouth. She still protests wildly, but now with less grace and more drool. Her boobs are squeezed together by the ropes above and below her chest. Her hard nipples are clearly visible through the tight fabric of her shirt.

Amy finishes the predicament by turning the vibrator up. She stuffs the remote into Ella's front pocket, leaving the control in her possession but tantalizingly out of reach. She walks over to her chair facing the river, to read a book.

Ella bucks against the restraints binding her to the tree. She pleads with **** eyes, but Amy is not paying attention. She cries out behind the gag, but the buzzing toy and tight rope ignore her cries. She tries to distract herself, as she feels her arousal building rapidly. Her mind races with fear, as she imagines hikers stumbling by and seeing her humiliating predicament. Her anxiety just drives her arousal to new heights.

After a few minutes, Amy walks back over. She stands a few feet in front of the Ella, who is desperately trying to avoid climaxing.

"Please don't make me cum!" she begs, but the gag muffles her words.

Amy ignores her. "I'm going to go for a swim. Want to watch me change?"

She slides two thumbs beneath her waistband, shimmying her jeans slowly down past her ass. She reveals to her partner a bright bikini. She waves her hips seductively as she works the pants down her legs.

Ella is transfixed, she can't peel her eyes away from her partners body. Amy continues stripping, kicking her pants away.

She saunters over towards Ella, raising a hand to caress her captive's bound chest.

Amy starts slowly peeling her own shirt off. She crosses her arms, and pulls the shirt up over her stomach. She lifts her boobs up with the fabric, pulling them up then letting them bounce down. She is wearing a matching bikini top underneath the shirt. Ella's face turns red as she stares at her partner's chest. She let's out a long moan.

Amy pulls the shirt off her head, momentarily blinded by the fabric. When she looks back at her partner, she realizes Ella has started to quiver. Ella's knees buckle, as she sags into the rope, still held tightly against the tree. Her thighs tremble and her eyes roll back. Her hands open and close, as she screams into her gag.

Amy smiles wickedly, satisfied at how easy and fun it is to make Ella climax. She heads back to go play in the river.

Ella watches the beautiful woman walk away with **** eyes. A momentary reprieve, and another climax is already building up. The rope through her pussy feels wet against her skin. The buzzing toy continues it's work. She can't stop the welling pleasure, and quickly another orgasm ravishes her body.

Her head hangs down in defeat, while her hips thrust uncontrollably against the ropes. Her gasping breathes are wet around her rubber gag.

For an unbearably long time, she watches as Amy swims playfully in the river. The sadistic woman seems content to float around, clearly not intent on freeing anyone, anytime soon.

This was going to be another long day for Ella.