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Very tempted to take up hiking…..

Kink: Breeding & CNC

Place: Nature Trail

I wanna see what you come up with...

-🐼

The path narrowed the deeper we went, the trees closing in like silent witnesses. The air was thick with the scent of pine and anticipation. You walked ahead, trying to act casual, pretending you didn’t know what was coming. But I saw the way your fingers twitched, the subtle glance over your shoulder, like prey pretending not to be hunted.

You didn’t scream when I grabbed you. Maybe you didn’t want to. Maybe you were hoping I would.

Your back hit the tree, moss soft against your skin as I forced your legs apart. You pushed back at first, a weak protest, your breath shaky, but your body betrayed you the moment my hand slid between your thighs because i feel what a mess you made in your panties. It’s so wet that it drips down of my finger.

“Say stop,” I said. You didn’t. So I didn’t.

The sound of fabric tearing, the echo of your moans swallowed by the forest. My hand wrapped around your throat, not tight, just enough to remind you who you belong to. And then I was pushing my fingers inside your wet pussy, claiming what was already mine.

Fast. Brutal. Necessary.

You whimpered when I filled you, but it wasn’t pain. It was that sweet, dizzying mix of fear, pleasure, and the raw need to be used. To be bred. Right here, against a tree, knees shaking, legs spread, dripping for me.

When it was over, you leaned your head back and smiled, your lips trembling. The trail stretched out behind us like nothing had happened. But your body would remember.

This. I crave this.

Exploring the Depths of Control...

Sometimes, I like to picture what it would feel like to have all control over someone, not just their body, but their mind. The way power could shift with just a single word, the way submission becomes a form of pleasure and surrender. It’s intoxicating, isn't it?

There’s something undeniably thrilling about knowing when they’ll beg, when they'll squirm under the weight of their own desires. I don’t just want to play in this space, I want to own it. To take what’s mine and leave a mark, unseen but always felt.

It’s not just about physical control, it’s the mind games, the teasing, the way every word and every touch can bring someone to their knees without them even realizing. The beauty of trust in those moments of vulnerability, of knowing exactly how to break them down, piece by piece, until all they crave is to please.

I want to find those who get this. Who know the depth of devotion it takes to surrender, and the strength it takes to command. If you’re someone who’s ready to explore this world with me, let’s get lost in it together.

If you’re a true submissive, you know how sweet that control feels. And if you’re a Dom, you know how much more satisfying it is when they crave it just as much as you do.