Beautiful Disaster

I know I’m a bad, bad man for enjoying this as much as I do, but f**king with her mind like that is even more rewarding than inflicting pain. Before long she starts testing her bonds for real but finds them holding tightly, and her breathing picks up when a hint of panic joins her twitchiness.

I’m just about to take pity in her and reveal my position when I hear the sounds of leaves rustling get louder. Turning in that direction I crane my neck, while I hear Bella gasp softly behind me. The sounds get louder still, and when the underbrush parts, a yellow colored Golden Retriever struts into our small clearing, its tail wagging as it chases some invisible trail by scent.

A moment I’m torn between the urge to laugh or make sure we’re still on our own, but while the dog’s bright green collar proclaims it someone’s well-kept pet, I’m sure that his keeper must be a far way from us, or else I would have heard them. I still pick up a branch from the ground, less to scare him off and more to keep him away from getting too curious about Bella by playing with him.

The motion attracts the retriever’s attention and he wags his tail faster, then barks twice, clearly happy and excited about seeing a fellow playmate in the wilds. Bella utters a cut-off shriek that actually scares the dog, and I have to swallow a laugh that would give me away. Torn between wanting me to throw the stick and investigating the scary albeit scared woman at the tree the dog looks from one of us to the other, before he takes a few hesitant but noisy steps towards her.

"Cody! Cody! Here, boy, come to momma!"

The dog’s head whips towards the sound of the faint female voice from the direction whence he came from, but he seems reluctant to leave Bella alone, even more so that now she’s writhing in her bonds with new energy while making all kinds of interesting sounds.

Unable to hold back my laugh anymore I whistle at the dog, then move the stick up and down before him.

"Here, fetch!"

He bounds off after the stick and I look over to Bella. She has gone utterly silent and has stopped moving, and I’m sure she would be glaring at me if she could only see me. Still chuckling under my breath I follow the dog and accept the stick he’s happy to give up after a little tug-o-war, and two more rounds of playing fetch his owner, a nice elder lady in hiking gear, appears, followed by a friend of hers in similar dress.

"Oh you rascal, here you are! Cody, heel!"

The dog is somewhat unimpressed by the command but when I let him have his stick he trots off with his booty to show off to his owner, and the two elder ladies laugh delightedly.

Then they turn to me.

"Thank you so much for stopping his run for freedom! Normally he’s a really well-behaved dog, but I think all the forest around is calling to his long lost inner wolf."

"I think he heard something, he was all tired and docile but suddenly took off."

I just wonder what that might have been, but hide my evil smirk behind a nice smile.

"He probably smelled my lunch or something. At least he made a direct line for the sandwiches."

"Now that sounds more like him, doesn’t it?" the woman replies laughing, scratching the dog behind his ear. I guess that’s one white lie I can forgive myself as Cody seems content with the attention from wherever it hails from.

"Again, thank you, I hope he didn’t disturb you too much?"

"Not at all."

The ladies both smile, then the dog owner extends her hand towards me.

"I’m Adelaide, and this is my friend Gertrude. Nice to meet you."

"Edward," I reply as I shake their hands.

"Are you staying at the resort, too? Because we’re kind of lost here and really need someone who can show us the way back."

I’m more than glad to help them, but only as far as explanations go.

"Actually I am. You’re just a little off the main road back there, about four hundred yards in this direction, and you can’t miss it. Then you turn left and go straight for another two miles."

They seem a little disappointed but then take their leave, but I can hear them chuckle and laugh all the way back to the main path and out of earshot. Making sure to wait until they’re really gone I turn around and walk back to Bella, who’s still where I’ve left her, no surprise there.

I can make out her breathing pick up as she hears me come closer, then stop in front of her and just stare at her. She doesn’t fidget but her whole body is tense, and after a minute I reach up and yank the blindfold off her face.

Her eyes are a little puffy as she blinks at me and there are tear tracks on her cheeks, yet her gaze is steady as she looks me right in the eye. I prefer her defiance over the panic she could have been in, but that doesn’t mean I like seeing it particularly.

"You really thought I’d left you there, all alone."

She doesn’t protest which is all the admission I need, and I’m surprised at how hurt I am at that.

"What part about explicit trust did you not get?"

Bella keeps up the glaring match for a few seconds before she looks away, and when she starts trying to speak through the gag I reach up and pull the knotted rope from between her teeth.

"I knew you wouldn’t leave me completely alone. But where from should I have known that you were sitting right there in front of me? And then that blasted dog came along, too, and -"

"Just shut up."

Her mouth opens and closes a few times before she wisely keeps her lips sealed, and I can tell it takes her that long to realize that we’re still playing.

True, until a short while ago I would have ended the scene here, but as it is I’m not done with her yet. And she just made it worse for herself.

"Anything else you might want to add, slut?"

She shakes her head and looks down between out bodies again after a brief glance at my face, but then she opens her mouth nevertheless.

"I’m sorry, Master, I shouldn’t have doubted you. Please -," she swallows thickly, and looks back up again. "Please punish me for not trusting you?"

Her plea quells my anger a little bit, and it seems as if the situation is still salvageable.

"Stay here." Not that she can move, even if she wants to. "Maybe I can think of something else than dragging you back to our cabin by your hair."

I only need to search for a short while to find what I’m looking for – a bunch of nettles. I still hesitate for another second before I return to Bella to grab the rags formerly known as her dress so I can more or less safely grab the plants without ending up burned badly, although having a few itching places on my fingers will be by far less than she’s going to get anyway.

Bella’s eyes are huge when she sees with what I return to her, and it’s kind of amusing to watch her flatten herself against the bark of the tree even before I can come too close.

"This isn’t really punishment," I tell her as I shift my grip on the stinging plants so I can aim them better. "It’s more a way of hammering that message home. You trust me or we can’t play like this. So what will it be, backing down or bearing the brunt of it?"

The way she exhales sounds awfully final, but her voice is strong as she answers.

"Please do your worst."

"Gladly."

I feel nearly exhilarated with glee as I start dragging the nettles across her skin, caressing her softly with them. Bella bites into her lower lip nearly hard enough to draw blood but a silent shudder is all I get out of her, even when I get dangerously close to her pu**y as I pay attention to her thighs.

Also tickling her br**sts doesn’t get much of a reaction beyond her obvious apprehensive tensing, so I decide to take it a step further.