It was late summer and I needed to get away, to unplug for a while. My favorite spot for this was a mountain lake at the end of a hike. I like to head up there and read in the shade of the trees. Good view with a good book in a quiet spot would do me good.

So I took Friday off and headed to the mountains. At the trailhead I was greeted by an empty parking lot, which suited me just fine. An hour and a half of hiking later I was setting up in my favorite spot for reading and a bit of lunch.

A few minutes into my book I heard a lone hiker coming up the trail. I was disappointed that I wasn’t alone, until I looked up. She was a dream, in a plaid short sleeve button down shirt with denim shorts that did nothing to hide her figure. That figure was curvey, from her large chest to her narrow hips and wide ass, with dark hair cascading down her shoulder to the side. Her pixie like face was the final touch to this goddess striding up the trail. I was entranced. The only thing that shocked me was she was barefoot, a real nature lover I guess, and the fairy wings coming out of her backpack.

She saw me, smiled and waved. I slowly smiled and waved back, but stuck where I was seated. I was to scared to move, just in case she would run like a surprised deer.

“Hello!” she said and she came closer, “Is it just you up here?”

“Just me and the trees.” I replied with a smile, “No other fairies and the like up here.”

“Well that is good, I want the fairy ring all to myself.”

“It isn't here is it? I mean, if you want I can move…”

“Oh no, no. It is in the next groave over. You don’t have to move at all, though thanks for the offer.”

“No problem. Just let me know if I can help.” I said with a grin.

Her grin turned wicked and she gave me a wink.

“We will see mortal.” she said as she walked off.

I was able to breath again when she moved from my sight, and I wondered if I should have followed her. After a while I decided that would be too creepy to be following her unasked and tried to get back to my book.

I was a few chapters in when I heard some moaning. This varied in pitch at a rate to suggest that she came up here for some personal privacy as well. Well I didn’t want to be a cad and interrupt her fun. Still, it took a while to ignore the moans and get back to the book.

A few more chapters in I was startled by her saying something. Looking up, she was standing near me, the top button on her shorts was undone, and her shirt was unbuttoned and tied under her breasts presenting her cavernous cleavage. I may have lingered too long on those depths as she spoke again before I could look at her face.

“I am sorry to bother you, but could you do me a favor?” she said with a smile.

“Um, sure.”

“Could you check on me in an hour? I need a little more in the ring, and I need someone nearby to check in on me after a while to make sure I don’t overdo it.”

Now I had a clear idea what ‘exercise’ she was going to be doing, but I could be wrong. Either way, it could be very pleasant to check on her later.

“Um, sure.” I said as I looked at my step tracker for the time, “I am here for another hour.”

“That will be perfect! Thank you so much!”

“Do you want me to give you ten minutes to set up for..."

“No...just come in an hour if I haven’t checked in by then, or if you hear me screaming.”

“Sure, have fun.”

She just smiled and winked at me over her shoulder as she sauntered away, giving me a chance to take a long look at her hourglass backside topped by a pair of bigger wings that flowed from her shoulders. The sight of which was still in my mind as I set an hour on my step tracker.

I wasn’t able to get back to reading after that, I was too busy thinking about what I would do if I caught her ‘communing’. As much as I wanted to get a look at her, she didn’t invite me.

My mind kept wandering to her luscious form, naked before me, dancing before me, begging me to join her, with promises of service that got more and more explicit as the daydream went on.

I heard a soft clang, which startled me out of my daydream. I realized that I had not heard the usual moans from her, or any other sound up to that point. Looking at the time I see it has been forty minutes. My daydreaming had made me lose track of time!

Given that I had not heard anything else, and wondering what the clang was, I decided to check up on her. I quickly packed everything up in my pack and headed down the way I saw go. She couldn’t have gone far. In the next group of trees I found her. She was back in the trees, and if I was not looking for her I would not have seen her easily through the trees.

I moved slowly towards her, trying not to make a sound against the grass and ferns. As I moved through the trees I saw that she had tied herself upright between two trees by her hands and feet with cuffs attached to straps around the trees. The wings lifted up from her shoulders and draped down like blue silk butterfly wings to either side. They added an otherworldly touch to her form as they caught the sunlight coming through the trees. Her moans were audible now, if muffled. She was pulling her right hand against the strap that was tied to the tree, as if she was expecting it to come free. As I came around the last tree I saw she was in a state, with a blindfold and ball gag on, and something around her waist, and she was getting more and more frantic with her jerking of her right hand. Which ironically was moving the rest of her, wings and all, in a very erotic way.

“Calm down, I am here to help.” I said calmly, “Stop pulling or you will hurt yourself, little nymph.”

Her head snapped up at my voice, but she stopped pulling on the right strap. Her body seemed to relax, though her hips were still thrusting forward for some reason.

I approached her and looked at what was holding her right wrist. I was a cylindrical device with a timing dial between the cuff and the strap. I looked for a release button, but there was none. The soft clang may have been the device failing to release. I tried take the pressure off it to see if it will release, but it didn’t. Further poking and prodding did nothing to it.

I looked for other ways to release her, but she had put padlocks at all the connection points, even the gag and the blindfold. She wasn’t going anywhere without the keys. Her backpack was there on the ground with other bondage and punishment items sticking out of it. A flogger, a strap, a paddle, and other cuffs and locks, but no keys.

“Well you are stuck until I find the keys. Care to tell me where they are?”

She shook her head, and kept thrusting her hips forward. Looking down I noticed that she had nipple clamps on her breasts, and a dildo that had come loose from the rope that she had tied around her waist to keep it in her pussy. It was hanging there vibrating half in, half out, giving her no relief.

She was tied up and in place with no release and she wanted me to help her cum? I had always wanted a willing woman at my mercy, but I didn’t think it would be like this. Her body language made it clear she needed to cum, and she was willing to do anything for it. Time to stop being the gentleman and start taking advantage of what she is offering.

“So the wood nymph would like some relief before she if freed, is that it?”

Her head bobbed up and down, and her hips thrusted forward as in emphasis.

“I will give you relief, but you will pay later little nymph.”

I thought I saw her body shudder. But her head nodded emphatically, her hips punctuating her eagerness.

“First things first, these need to come off.” I said as I pulled on her nipple clamps. Her moans told me she had not lost feeling in her nipples yet.

I opened them and let them drop to the ground, then quickly started massaging the blood back into her nipples. Her screams were muffled by the ball gag, but she pushed her breasts into my hands. As I continued, her screams turned into moans, and words I couldn’t quite understand.

I took it as her wanting more, since she kept pushing her breasts into my hands.

After I was sure her nipples were fine, I removed the dildo and tried to get the rope out of the way. The knots were a mess and I had to resort to using the scissors from my first aid kit to remove the whole mess. Her bush was damp, and her pussy was hungry for my fingers, sucking them in as I caressed it. Her pussy lips kept sucking them in like a mouth into her warm wet pussy. I quickly removed them and put the dildo in. moving it around until I was sure from her sounds that I had her g-spot and started slowly rubbing the dildo against it while increasing the vibrations.

Her reaction to this was quick, she started thrusting against the dildo, whimpering. I knew she was close.

“You want to cum, little nymph?”

The bobbing of her head and “uhhuh” noises told me yes.

“Are you willing to pay my price to be my slave nymph when you cum?”

The bobbing of her head increased.

“Then cum and be mine!”

From the reaction of her body she had an earth shattering orgasm right then. Her whole body shook, and she was screamed through her gag. It must have been a humdinger of an orgasum because it kept going for a few minutes before she collapsed in her bonds. I turned the dildo off and slowly slid it out of her, which produced a sad moan from her.

I had noticed a jingle during the orgasm near her head and found a small sack with keys in it attached to the back of the gag strap. I used them to unlock the gag and blindfold. When I took the blindfold off first, her eyes were filled with lust and desire of such intensity that I was almost blown over. When I removed her gag her words almost did the same.

“Thank you sir, for giving me that wonderful orgasm. I have been trying to have one all day and could not do it myself. I am yours to do with as you will.” she said in a sultry voice that told me I could do anything to her, just give her more orgasums like that!

“I will use you nymph,” I said with a wicked grin, “but first things first. You didn’t have a spotter with you, and if I wasn’t here you would still be here until the weekend hikers found you, if you were still alive.”

The shocked look on her face told me she hadn't thought about that.

“I think twenty strikes with the strap would bring the point home.” I said, reaching for it.

“Yes sir.” she said, her face sad but her eyes showed excitement, “I will take any punishment you deem appropriate.

I got into position behind her. “You may scream if you want, but you do need to count the hits out loud.”

And with that, I struck her ass with the strap. It was a simple leather strap, long enough to cover both cheeks. I thought the first one was mild, but the way she jumped I might have put too much force into it.

“Ahhhh! One!” she screamed.

I paused, worried I had crossed a line, but she turned her head and looked at me.

“Sir, I need this. I was bad and did something dangerous. I need you to punish me! Strike my ass, please!”

I let loose with the next one, as strong as the first one.

“Ahhhh! Two sir!”

I kept at it and her counting kept getting more explicit.

“Three! Please punish your nymph sir!”

“Four! Please, I need your punishment sir!”

“Five! Punish your naughty nymph!”

”Six! Oh, be my master!”

“Seven! I want you to do this!”

“Eight! Oh, I teased you earlier!”

“Nine! But I didn’t think you would claim me!”

“Ten! Ow! But I want you to claim me now!”

“Eleven! You are a strong master!”

“Twelve! Goddess must have delivered me to you!”

“Thirteen! Bless you Master!”

“Fourteen! I will never disobey you!”

“Fifteen! I will do your will!”

“Sixteen! I want you to use me!”

“Seventeen! I want to be your slave!”

“Eighteen! I want to be your sex slave!”

“Nineteen! I love you!”

“Twenty! Claim me Master!”

I couldn't hold back, her shouts convinced me she was mine and I will claim her! My shorts and underwear hit the ground (somehow I stepped out of them with shoes on), and my cock leapt free, harder than I have ever felt it. I stepped up to her, grabbed her hips, and lifted her behind to where my cock could enter her. She was so wet I slid right in all the way. She gasped at the intrusion. I let her back down so her legs could support her, leaned in and started pounding into her.

“Yes, yes, yes.” she said in rhythm with my thrusts.

My hands move to her shoulders and I started drilling away. Her pussy felt so good I wanted to get all of me in her. My fingernails curling into her skin possessively.

“You’re my nymph now!” I shouted to the trees.

“Oh, fuck. Yes, claim me Master...”

I was close. I grabbed her hair, jerking her head back. This exposed her neck to me. I couldn’t stop my other hand possessively surrounding her neck, squeezing it a little.

“Mine to collar, mine to use.”

“Oh, oh, oh, yes Master, yours to use….need to cum master. Please may I cum?”

“You may cum my nymph.” I growled.

Her spasms caused her pussy to clamp down like a vice, pushing me over the edge. We both growled and screamed so loud as to make the birds in the trees around the lake to take to the air. I lost myself in the orgasum, lost myself in claiming her.

…..

She went limp and hung there in her bonds. I nearly passed out myself, but I forced myself to stay upright. There was much to do.

I first just stood there. I was light headed and didn’t feel like it was safe to move, but also listening to her breathing. Once the dizziness passed I got the emergency blanket from my backpack and laid it on the ground. I then unlocked her ankle cuffs. Then holding her against me with one hand I unlocked her wrist cuffs. I then carried her over to the blanket and laid her on it, with her shirt as a pillow. I then pulled the rest of the blanket over her.

That done I took a swig of water and started breaking things down and putting them in her pack. Once I was done I noticed I still had my shorts off. I gathering them when I heard the blanket rustle.

My nymph was kneeling on the blanket, and was reaching for her backpack. I moved it closer to her and she quickly opened a side pocket. She took out a collar and leash, and with the reverence of handing the most valuable thing in her life, presented them to me in her raised hands like an offering.

With loving eyes she said, “Please claim me master. I have been looking for you ever since I knew I was a sub. Collar your nymph, and she will follow you.”

I took the collar and leash. They felt heavier than the leather they were made of. Lovingly, solemnly, I put the collar around her neck, and attached the leash to it.

Her sigh was audible. “Thank you master.”

I stood and pulled her closer to me with the leash. “You are not done. Clean it.”

“WIth pleasure master.” She said with joy.

She set about licking and cleaning my cock and balls. Her attentions sprung it to life again. She looked up at me with begging eyes.and an open mouth.

In response I took the sides of her head and pushed my cock in her mouth. She took it all, shifting to take it into her throat. I paused, but she looked at me and nodded her head. I then started fucking her mouth slowly. She worked her lips, tongue, and throat to wonder effect.

“I am going to cum.” I whispered to her.

She just pushed my cock in deeper into her mouth. Her trust sent me over the edge and I came down her throat.

She rocked back when I let go of her head. She looked up at me smiling.

“Thank you for your blessing Master.” She said licking her lips.

“Your are welcome nymph.” I said, tugging my shorts back on. “You ready to head back to the parking lot?”

“As Master wishes.” she said, full of joy, as if this is what she wanted all along, “But maybe not too quickly?”

I pulled her up to her feet, handed her backpack to her, and pulled her close to me with the leash for a hug and a kiss.

“Then let’s go discover what fun we can have on the trail together.”

“Yes, always with you Master.”