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before continuing. “There are so many experiences I want to have. This is one of them, and I want to have it with you. Only with you.”
    My knees hurt, there were sticks and rocks and stuff all over the ground, but I’d made the decision to get down there, so I was going to stay until he told me otherwise. He moved around the small clearing, and I took a deep breath, wondering what the hell would happen next.
    “Did you bring me out here for a session or for sex?” he asked.
    “For sex,” I said. He didn’t want me to elaborate on my reasoning, so I didn’t.
    “So you brought lube with you, but no rope or any corporal punishment devices, is that correct?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    He made a noise low in his throat. “Stand.”
    I stood.
    “Lube is in your back pocket?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    He led me over to a tree, wrapped my arms around it, and bound my wrists together by what felt like two elastic bands. It wasn’t exactly comfortable; the elastic dug into my skin, and I guessed it would leave red marks. I had to admire his ingenuity, though, and decided to stop telling him off for playing with the damn things all the time.
    Master moved behind me and rummaged through my pockets to find the small packet of lube, then unbuckled my belt and tugged my jeans down to my knees.
    “Nice,” he said and dug his fingers into my ass cheeks. I’d taken to wearing jockstraps from time to time; they felt nice, and I knew he liked the way I looked in them. “I’m gonna fuck you, Jesse. But you’re going to earn it.”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    A shiver traveled through me at his words. I had a pretty good idea how he was going to make me earn it. The trade-off for receiving pleasure from him was usually either stamina, strength, or pain, or a combination of all three.
    If I wanted to, I could easily escape from the simple bondage Master had put me in, and I guessed that was the point since we were outside and technically, anyone could walk past at any time. There was no way I was going to move unless I had to. I took another deep breath and pressed the top of my head against the tree, sticking my ass out and back for him.
    It took some effort to be still and silent, the new environment making me want to stretch and wriggle and test how much I could wriggle. Master wasn’t touching me, and I guessed he was either watching me or putting something together. I needed to stay quiet if I had any chance of figuring that out in advance.
    “Here,” he said, and he was by my side with a short stick. “Between your teeth. It’s to stop you making too much noise.”
    His words were disdainful. He clearly didn’t expect me to be able to keep quiet. I vowed to do my best, to show him how good I could be.
    The faint woodsy taste and the smell of the forest around us only added to my arousal. Master moved back around and rubbed my ass with his palm before swatting it a few times to warm me up.
    “This is going to hurt,” he warned. “A lot. Brace yourself.”
    I clenched my teeth around the stick and the word “switch” danced through my mind just before one swished against my ass.
    It was like the cane: a bright burst of pain that was shocking, then hot, then throbbing as the mark settled over my skin. Master had never used a switch on me before. He would use things he’d bought from talented craftsmen, tools that were designed to perfection to elicit a certain type of reaction. This he’d created himself—a long, thin, whippy branch from the feel of it, stripped of leaves and pointy bits. If I knew my Master, and I did, he was probably going to try and break it on me.
    The jockstrap exposed the fleshiest part of my rear, and the second stripe landed inches below the first. I snarled against the stick and clenched those muscles, then forced them to relax as the pain bloomed and glowed. He hit me again, and again, then aimed the next few blows against the backs of my thighs.
    It hurt . This wasn’t sanitized pain, controlled in a