My master took me into the woods late in the afternoon. Forest … He left the car in a secluded parking area near the edge of the reserve, and we headed off on foot, away from the marked trails. Once we were deep enough inside, he ordered me to undress. I stood before him completely naked, barefoot on the leaves and moss, and he placed a collar around my neck, attaching a long leash to it. “On all fours,” he said calmly. I got down on all fours, and he began to lead me. The leash pulled taut as he guided me through the trees, occasionally nudging me with his foot whenever I slowed down. I moved like a dog—hands and knees in the mud and pine needles, my backside held high. Every so often, he would stop, take a whip from his backpack, and run it across my back, buttocks, and thighs. The strikes were quick and stinging—not cruel, but sharp enough to make me flinch and pull away. Then he switched to using his hand—delivering heavier, resounding slaps to my backside until my skin burned, causing me to hunch lower with every blow.

… the forest

We were off the trails, yet suddenly, a voice rang out. A pair of hikers—a young man and a woman—appeared among the trees; they had evidently strayed from the path. They stopped. The woman covered her mouth, while the man pulled out his phone. My Master made me kneel—leash still in hand—and there I remained on my knees, naked, with a red backside and a collar, as they took our picture. He didn’t cover me up. He let them watch. Shame flooded my face and chest; I could feel my heart pounding, even as I remained fully erect. Once they left, he tugged on the leash, and we headed back to the car. It was a public parking lot by the roadside, with the occasional car passing by. He opened the rear door and made me kneel on the asphalt beside it. I was still completely naked, wearing only the collar and leash. My Master unzipped his trousers, pulled out his penis, and ordered me to open my mouth. Holding me by the leash and my hair, he pushed it into my mouth. I sucked him right there in the public parking lot—knees on the hard surface, backside exposed—visible to anyone who might pass by. And people did pass by. An older man with a backpack stopped just a few meters away and began recording. Then, two young women appeared in the distance; they were laughing and filming as well. My Master wouldn’t let me stop. He held me in place, pushing it deeper, occasionally tugging on the leash to make me lift up slightly and expose myself even more. Just then, two men stopped by the car. They looked to be in their thirties—one taller, the other stockier—both dressed in hiking gear. For a moment, they watched as the man held my head and I performed oral sex on him. Then, one of them said out loud, “Hey, we’d like him to blow us too.”

Master looked at me, then at them, and gave a slow nod. He tugged on my leash, turning me toward them. I knelt down in front of the first one. He unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock, and—without a word—pushed it into my mouth. I sucked him while Master stood nearby, holding the leash. The second man was already unzipping his own trousers. When I was finished with the first, I moved on to the second. He gripped my hair firmly, pushing himself deeper, telling me what a good dog I was. I could feel saliva running down my chin; I was fully aroused, my face burning with shame, knowing everyone could see me—naked, on my knees, wearing a collar, servicing two strangers by a public parking lot. When I finished with the second man, one of them pulled out his phone and said to Master, “Nice find. Want to exchange contact info? Maybe do this again sometime.” Master nodded, and they swapped numbers. The men lingered for a moment, watching me kneel naked by the car—one even snapped a photo—before they drove off. Master patted my head, let me stay like that for a while, and only then handed me my pants. But the photos, the videos, and that new number were already out there… to be continued. The forest and …