Wilderness Anal Submission

The late afternoon sun filtered through the towering pines of the Pacific Northwest, casting dappled shadows across the winding forest trail. Marcus had been hiking for three hours, his muscular legs burning pleasantly from the elevation gain, his mind clear and focused on nothing but the rhythm of his footsteps and the crisp mountain air filling his lungs. At thirty-two, he maintained the disciplined physique of someone who took his physical health seriously—broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, powerful thighs, and the kind of raw, masculine energy that turned heads wherever he went.

What most people didn't know about Marcus was the secret craving that consumed his darkest fantasies. Behind his confident exterior, behind the successful tech career and the expensive outdoor gear, lurked a hunger that he had only recently begun to explore. A hunger to submit completely, to surrender his body to a force more powerful than his own will, to experience the exquisite vulnerability of being utterly dominated by a woman who understood exactly how to unlock the deepest pleasures hidden within his most intimate places.

He reached a clearing where the trail opened up to reveal a pristine alpine lake, its surface mirror-still and reflecting the snow-capped peaks that surrounded it like ancient guardians. The sight took his breath away, but not as much as the figure standing at the water's edge.

She was magnificent. Raven-black hair cascaded down her back in wild waves, catching the golden light. She wore hiking boots and nothing else below the waist, her perfectly sculpted ass exposed to the mountain breeze, the pale globes of her cheeks contrasting sharply with her sun-kissed skin. A fitted tank top clung to her torso, revealing the outline of full, heavy breasts and the kind of athletic build that spoke of strength and stamina.

Marcus froze, his heart hammering against his ribs. She hadn't heard him approach, or if she had, she showed no sign of it. She stood with her feet shoulder-width apart, her hands on her hips, staring out at the water with the confidence of someone who owned this wilderness, who claimed every inch of earth she walked upon.

"Beautiful view, isn't it?" Her voice carried across the clearing without her turning around, rich and commanding, the kind of voice that expected obedience and received it.

Marcus cleared his throat, suddenly aware of the thickening in his hiking shorts, the way his pulse had accelerated beyond what the altitude could account for. "Stunning," he managed, his voice coming out rougher than intended.

Now she turned, and Marcus felt his knees weaken involuntarily. Her face was striking—high cheekbones, full lips painted a deep crimson that seemed wildly out of place in this natural setting, piercing green eyes that assessed him with predatory interest. But it was what she held in her right hand that made his mouth go dry.

A black silicone buttplug, gleaming with lubricant, thick and tapered with a flared base designed to keep it securely in place once inserted.

"I've been waiting for you, Marcus," she said, and the fact that she knew his name sent a shiver of delicious fear down his spine. "My name is Victoria. And I've been watching you for weeks. I know what you want. I know what you need. I know the filthy, depraved thoughts that keep you awake at night, the ones you can't tell anyone about, the ones that make you touch yourself in the dark and come so hard you see stars."

She took a step toward him, the buttplug catching the sunlight. "You want to be owned. You want to be used. You want a woman to take complete control of your body, to penetrate you in ways you've only dreamed about, to reduce you to nothing but a hole for her pleasure. Don't you, Marcus?"

His mouth opened, but no words came out. His cock was rock-hard now, straining against the fabric of his shorts, a wet spot already forming at the tip where precum leaked uncontrollably. The truth was written all over his face, in his ragged breathing, in the way his hands trembled at his sides.

Victoria smiled, a slow, wicked curve of her lips that promised both heaven and hell. "Take off your clothes. Everything. I want you naked for me, exposed and vulnerable, with nowhere to hide. We're miles from the nearest trailhead, Marcus. No one will hear you scream. No one will save you from what I'm going to do to you. And that's exactly how you want it, isn't it? You want to be my helpless anal whore, my personal fuck toy, my bitch to use however I see fit."

The words hit him like physical blows, each one stripping away another layer of his civilized facade. With trembling hands, Marcus began to undress. His hiking boots came off first, then his moisture-wicking socks. His shirt followed, revealing the defined planes of his chest and abdomen, the light dusting of dark hair that trailed down toward his waistband. He hesitated at his shorts, suddenly shy despite the raging erection that tented the fabric.

"Now," Victoria commanded, her voice dropping to a dangerous purr. "Or do I need to make you regret your hesitation?"

The shorts and boxer briefs came down in one motion, and Marcus stood before her completely naked, his cock jutting upward at a desperate angle, thick and veined and leaking steadily. The mountain breeze caressed his bare skin, making him hyperaware of his nudity, his exposure, his total vulnerability to this powerful woman who seemed to see straight through to the core of his darkest desires.

"Turn around," she ordered. "Bend over and spread your cheeks for me. Show me that tight little asshole. Show me the hole I'm going to claim as my property today."

Marcus obeyed without thought, his body moving of its own accord, driven by a need deeper than conscious decision. He bent at the waist, reaching back to grip his own ass cheeks and pull them apart, exposing the most private part of himself to the open air, to her gaze, to whatever she chose to do with him. His face burned with shame and arousal in equal measure, the combination creating a heady rush that made his head spin.

"Look at that," Victoria breathed, stepping close enough that he could feel her body heat radiating against his exposed skin. "Such a pretty little pink hole, all tight and untouched. Well, not for long, my pet. Not for long. I'm going to open you up in ways you never imagined possible. I'm going to train this ass to take whatever I want to put inside it. By the time I'm finished with you today, you'll be begging me to fuck you harder, deeper, to use you like the anal slut you were born to be."

She dropped to her knees behind him, and Marcus felt her warm breath ghosting over his exposed crack, making him whimper involuntarily. Then her tongue was there, hot and wet and insistent, dragging slowly from the base of his balls all the way up through his crease to circle the puckered entrance of his anus with devastating precision.

"Oh god," Marcus moaned, his knees buckling as pleasure unlike anything he'd ever experienced flooded through him. "Oh fuck, oh god, please..."

"Please what?" Victoria asked, her voice muffled against his flesh as she continued to lick, to probe, to tease. "Please stop? Or please don't stop? Tell me exactly what you want, Marcus. Use your dirty words. Tell me how much you love having your asshole licked by a dominant woman who knows how to make you her bitch."

"I love it," he gasped, his grip tightening on his own cheeks, holding himself open for her like the obedient slut she was turning him into. "I love your tongue on my asshole. Please don't stop. Please rim me deeper. Please make me your anal whore, Victoria. Please own my ass completely."

She laughed, a dark, delighted sound, and then her tongue was pressing against his entrance, wiggling insistently, demanding entry. Marcus cried out as she breached him, the sensation of her wet, agile tongue penetrating his tight ring sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating through his entire body. She tongue-fucked him with skilled precision, swirling around his sensitive rim, darting inside to taste his most intimate depths, pulling back to blow cool air on the wet flesh before diving back in with renewed enthusiasm.

"Such a good boy," she murmured between licks, her hands coming up to grip his hips and hold him steady as she feasted on his ass. "Such a responsive little ass slut. You're going to be so much fun to train. I can already tell you're going to take cock like a natural. You're going to love having your prostate pounded, having your ass stretched wide and filled deep. You're going to become addicted to the feeling of being completely filled, of being owned and used for my pleasure."

Marcus was making sounds he'd never heard himself make before—high, whining moans of desperate need, guttural groans of overwhelming pleasure, broken pleas for more, harder, deeper. His cock swung heavy and dripping between his legs, untouched but throbbing with each stroke of her tongue, each invasion of his most private place.

After what felt like an eternity of exquisite torture, Victoria finally pulled back, leaving his asshole wet and relaxed and hungry for more. "Stay just like that," she commanded, and he heard her rustling with something behind him. "Don't move. Don't you dare let go of those cheeks. I want that hole presented to me like the offering it is."

He heard the snap of latex, the sound of lubricant being squeezed from a bottle, and then her fingers were there, slick and cool, circling his entrance with teasing pressure before one thick digit pressed insistently against his ring.

"Breathe out and push back," she instructed. "Let me in. Open yourself for me, Marcus. Show me how badly you want to be penetrated."

He obeyed, bearing down as she pushed forward, and her finger slid into him with shocking ease, the combination of her thorough rimming and the generous lubricant making his channel slick and welcoming. The sensation was overwhelming—a fullness he'd never experienced, a pressure against his prostate that made his cock jerk and leak a fresh stream of precum onto the forest floor.

"That's it," she praised, working her finger deeper, curling it to stroke against his sensitive gland. "Feel that? That's your prostate, your male G-spot, the key to unlocking pleasures you never knew existed. And I'm going to stimulate it until you're mindless with need, until you'll do anything I ask just for the chance to feel this again."

She began to finger-fuck him in earnest, one finger becoming two, scissoring them to stretch him open, preparing him for what she had planned. Marcus was lost in sensation, his head hanging down between his shoulders, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his entire world narrowing down to the feel of her digits pumping in and out of his ass, the wet sounds of penetration echoing through the clearing mixed with his own desperate moans.

"Please," he begged, not even sure what he was begging for anymore. "Please, Victoria, please..."

"Please what, my pet? Please stop? Or please give you more? Tell me you want to be stretched wider. Tell me you want to feel your asshole gaping around something bigger, something that will really fill you up and make you feel owned."

"I want more," he sobbed, his hips pushing back against her invading fingers. "I want to be stretched. I want to feel full. I want you to fill my ass completely, Victoria. Please, make me your anal bitch. Use my hole however you want."

"Good boy," she purred, and then her fingers were gone, leaving him feeling empty and aching. But only for a moment.

The buttplug pressed against his entrance, thicker than her fingers, cool and unyielding. "This is just the beginning," she warned. "This is just to open you up, to get you ready for the real fun. Once this is inside you, you're going to wear it while we hike to a more private location I have prepared. You're going to feel it with every step, a constant reminder of who owns your ass now. And when we get there, I'm going to fuck you properly, Marcus. I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk straight, until your asshole is gaping and well-used and utterly claimed."

She pushed, and the tapered tip breached him, stretching his ring in a way that bordered on pain but somehow translated to pure, electric pleasure. Marcus cried out, his knuckles white where he gripped his own ass, holding himself open for her invasion.

"Breathe," she coached. "Relax and let it in. Take it for me, Marcus. Be a good anal slut and take this plug deep into your tight little hole."

He focused on his breathing, bearing down as she applied steady pressure, and inch by inch, the thick silicone invader slid into him, filling him in a way that made his vision blur at the edges. It was thicker than anything he'd ever taken, the stretch intense and burning, but the fullness was exquisite, a sense of completion he'd never known he needed.

"Almost there," she encouraged, her free hand stroking his lower back, his thighs, his hanging balls. "Just a little more. Take the whole thing, Marcus. Let me seat it deep inside you so I can see that pretty base nestled between your cheeks."

With one final push, the plug settled into place, the flared base resting snugly against his stretched ring, keeping him open and filled and constantly aware of his submission. Victoria ran her fingers over the base, tapping it lightly to send vibrations through his sensitive channel, making him gasp and shudder.

"Perfect," she declared. "Absolutely perfect. You look so beautiful like this, Marcus. So debased and owned. Now stand up slowly and get dressed. We have a hike ahead of us, and I want you to feel every step with that plug reminding you exactly who you belong to."

Marcus straightened with trembling legs, the movement shifting the plug inside him and sending waves of sensation radiating through his groin. His cock was still hard as steel, bobbing obscenely in front of him, smearing precum across his abdomen. Victoria watched him with predatory satisfaction, her eyes roaming over his naked form, lingering on the visible base of the plug between his cheeks.

"Don't even think about touching that cock," she warned as he reached for his clothes. "That belongs to me now too. You don't get to come until I decide you've earned it. And trust me, Marcus, you're going to have to work very hard to earn your orgasm today. You're going to have to prove what a dedicated anal whore you can be before I let you spill a single drop."

He dressed quickly, his movements awkward and stilted as the plug shifted with every motion, a constant presence that kept him on the edge of arousal. Victoria had produced a small backpack from somewhere and slung it over her shoulders, and now she led him deeper into the wilderness, following a trail that seemed invisible to him but that she navigated with confident ease.

They walked for what felt like hours, though it was probably only thirty minutes. Every step Marcus took sent the plug pressing against his prostate, keeping him in a state of desperate arousal, his cock never fully softening, his balls aching with unspent need. Victoria set a brisk pace, occasionally looking back to check on him, her smile widening every time she saw the dazed, hungry expression on his face.

"How does it feel?" she asked as they climbed over a fallen log, the motion making Marcus grunt as the plug shifted deep inside him. "Having your ass filled while you hike through the wilderness? Knowing that at any moment, another hiker could come around the bend and see exactly what kind of anal slut you've become?"

"It feels... incredible," he admitted, his voice hoarse. "I feel so full. So owned. I've never felt anything like this, Victoria. I feel like I'm going to explode if I don't get to come soon."

"Patience, my pet," she laughed. "We're almost there. And when we arrive, I'm going to show you pleasures that will make this plug feel like a gentle warmup. I'm going to fuck you in ways that will ruin you for vanilla sex forever. By the time I'm done with you today, you'll be a complete anal addict, desperate for me to use your hole whenever and however I please."

They emerged into another clearing, this one even more secluded than the last. A large, flat-topped boulder sat in the center, its surface warm from the sun and smooth as polished marble. Around it, the forest formed a natural screen of greenery, creating a private outdoor chamber that seemed designed specifically for illicit activities.

Victoria dropped her pack and turned to face him, her eyes gleaming with wicked intent. "Strip again. Everything off. I want you completely naked and exposed for what's coming next."

Marcus obeyed eagerly now, his inhibitions completely stripped away by the hours of teasing and denial. He stood before her nude, his cock jutting upward desperately, the plug still firmly seated in his ass, his entire body trembling with anticipation.

"Get on the rock," she commanded. "On your hands and knees. Present that plugged ass to me. Show me what a desperate anal whore you've become."

He climbed onto the warm stone, the heat seeping into his palms and knees, and assumed the position she demanded. His back arched naturally, his ass lifted high, the base of the plug visible between his spread cheeks. He felt more exposed than he ever had in his life, more vulnerable, more owned—and he loved it. He loved the feeling of complete submission, of handing over control to this powerful woman who knew exactly how to unlock the darkest corners of his sexuality.

Victoria approached him slowly, circling the boulder like a predator examining her prey. She ran her hands over his body—his shoulders, his back, his flanks, his thighs—touching him possessively, claiming every inch of him as her property. When she reached his ass, she gripped the base of the plug and twisted it slowly, making him cry out and buck against the stone.

"Such a good boy," she murmured. "So responsive. So eager. I think you're ready for the next phase of your training, Marcus. I think you're ready to feel what it's like to be truly fucked."

She released the plug and stepped back to her pack, rummaging inside and producing items that made Marcus's mouth go dry with a mixture of fear and desperate desire. First came a bottle of premium silicone lubricant, thick and viscous and designed for serious anal play. Then came a harness—black leather with chrome buckles, designed to sit low on the hips and hold something substantial in place.

And then came the dildo.

Marcus's eyes went wide as she held it up for his inspection. It was massive—at least ten inches long and as thick as her wrist, with a pronounced curve designed to target the prostate and a realistic head that flared dramatically from the shaft. It was made of firm silicone, jet black and gleaming, and it looked like it could split him in two.

"Do you see this, Marcus?" she asked, her voice dangerously soft. "This is what's going to be inside you soon. This is going to stretch your tight little asshole wider than you thought possible. This is going to fuck you so deep you'll feel it in your throat. This is going to make you my complete and utter bitch, owned and used and utterly dominated. Are you ready to take this cock? Are you ready to be fucked like the anal slut you are?"

"Yes," he whispered, his voice trembling. "Yes, Victoria. Please fuck me with that huge cock. Please stretch my ass wide. Please make me your bitch. I need it. I need you to own me completely."

"Good answer," she purred, and began to strap the harness around her hips, securing the massive dildo in place so that it jutted obscenely from her groin. She looked like a goddess of debauchery, her muscular frame crowned with that massive black cock that she stroked slowly, lubricating it with generous handfuls of silicone lube until it gleamed in the afternoon light.

"First, I think you should get acquainted with your new master," she said, stepping close to the boulder where he knelt. "Suck it, Marcus. Show me what a good cocksucker you can be. Get this cock nice and wet with your mouth so it will slide easily into that tight ass of yours."

She presented the massive head to his lips, and Marcus opened his mouth eagerly, tasting the silicone and the lube as she pushed forward. It was thick, stretching his jaw wide, but he relaxed his throat and took as much as he could, swirling his tongue around the shaft, coating it with his saliva, desperate to please her, desperate to prove he could take whatever she demanded.

"That's it," she encouraged, gripping his hair and using his mouth slowly, fucking his face with gentle thrusts. "Get it wet, my little slut. Get it ready for your ass. You look so beautiful with your lips stretched around my cock, Marcus. So debased and hungry. I can tell you're going to be my favorite little anal whore."

She pulled back, a string of saliva connecting his lips to the dildo, and moved behind him. Marcus heard the bottle of lube open, heard the wet sounds of more lubricant being applied, and then her fingers were at his entrance, working around the base of the plug, preparing him for what was to come.

"Deep breath," she instructed. "And push out."

She gripped the base of the plug and pulled slowly, steadily, extracting the thick silicone from his clenching channel. The sensation of being emptied was almost as intense as being filled, his ring stretching around the widest part of the plug before finally releasing it with a wet pop that echoed through the clearing.

"Look at that gaping hole," Victoria breathed, and Marcus felt her fingers probing his loosened entrance, feeling how open she'd made him, how ready for her invasion. "So beautiful. So hungry for cock. Don't worry, my pet. I'm going to fill you up again. I'm going to fill you with something much bigger, much better. I'm going to fuck you until you can't remember what it feels like to be empty."

She positioned the massive head of the dildo against his stretched ring, and Marcus felt his heart hammering against his ribs, his breath coming in shallow gasps, his entire body tensed with anticipation and fear and desperate, aching need.

"Ask me for it," she commanded. "Beg me to fuck your ass with this huge cock. Beg me to stretch you wide and pound you deep. Use your dirty words, Marcus. Tell me exactly what you want."

"Please," he gasped, his voice breaking with need. "Please fuck my ass, Victoria. Please shove that huge cock inside me. Please stretch my tight hole wide and fuck me like your personal anal whore. I need it so bad. Please, please, please fuck my ass hard and deep. Make me your bitch. Own my hole completely."

"Good boy," she growled, and then she was pushing forward, the massive head pressing against his entrance, demanding entry, stretching him wider than the plug had, wider than anything ever had.

The burn was intense, a stretching sensation that bordered on pain but somehow translated to the most exquisite pleasure Marcus had ever experienced. He cried out, his fingers digging into the warm stone, his back arching as she applied steady, relentless pressure.

"Breathe," she coached. "Relax and let me in. Take this cock, Marcus. Take it like the anal slut you are. Open up that tight hole and accept your domination."

He focused on his breathing, bearing down as she'd taught him, and slowly, inch by thick inch, the massive dildo slid into his ass, filling him in a way that made his vision blur, that made his cock leak a steady stream of precum onto the boulder beneath him, that made him feel more completely owned than he ever had in his life.

"That's it," she praised, her hands gripping his hips for leverage. "Take it all. Take every inch of this big black cock. God, you look incredible, Marcus. Your ass is swallowing this dildo like it was made for it. You're such a natural anal whore. I'm going to enjoy training you to take even bigger things, to stretch you so wide you can take anything I want to put inside you."

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of slow, steady penetration, he felt her hips press against his ass cheeks, the full ten inches buried deep inside him, the flared head pressing insistently against his prostate, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through his entire body.

"How does it feel?" she asked, her voice rough with her own arousal. "How does it feel to have your ass completely filled with my cock? To be so thoroughly penetrated and owned?"

"It feels... incredible," he managed, his voice barely a whisper. "I feel so full. So stretched. So completely yours. Please, Victoria, please fuck me. Please move. I need to feel you using my hole."

She laughed, a dark, delighted sound, and then she pulled back, almost all the way out, until just the flared head remained inside his stretched ring, before slamming forward again, burying herself to the hilt in one powerful thrust that made Marcus scream with pleasure.

"Like that?" she asked, and did it again, establishing a rhythm of deep, powerful strokes that made the boulder shake beneath them. "You want me to fuck you like this? Hard and deep, using your ass for my pleasure?"

"Yes!" he cried out, pushing back against her thrusts, meeting her stroke for stroke. "Fuck me hard! Pound my ass! Use me like your dirty anal slut! Make me take every inch!"

She obliged, her hips snapping forward with increasing speed and force, the wet sounds of their coupling filling the clearing, mixed with Marcus's desperate moans and Victoria's guttural growls of pleasure. She reached around to grip his cock, stroking him in time with her thrusts, her hand slick with the lube that had dripped from his well-fucked hole.

"Your cock is so hard," she purred. "So desperate to come. But not yet, my pet. Not until I say. You're going to take this fucking until I'm satisfied, until I've used your ass thoroughly and completely. You're going to be my anal bitch for as long as I want, understood?"

"Yes, mistress," he gasped, the title falling naturally from his lips. "I'm your anal bitch. My ass is yours to use. Please fuck me harder. Please make me come with your cock deep inside me."

She increased her pace, pounding into him with abandon now, the massive dildo stretching his hole wide with every thrust, the head nailing his prostate with devastating accuracy. Marcus was lost in sensation, his entire world narrowing down to the feel of being thoroughly fucked, of being owned and used and dominated in the most primal way possible.

"Touch yourself," she commanded. "Stroke that cock while I fuck your ass. I want to feel you tighten around me when you come. I want to feel your orgasm rip through you while I'm buried deep in your hole."

He reached beneath himself with trembling hand and gripped his cock, the sensation almost too much after hours of denial. He stroked himself in time with her thrusts, feeling the pressure building rapidly, feeling his orgasm approaching like a freight train.

"Please," he begged. "Please can I come? Please let me shoot my load while you fuck my ass. I'm so close. Please, mistress, please..."

"Come for me," she commanded. "Come with my cock deep in your ass. Show me what a good anal slut you are and shoot your load while I pound your prostate."

That was all he needed. With a scream that echoed off the surrounding peaks, Marcus came harder than he ever had in his life, his ass clamping down around the invading dildo, his cock spurting thick ropes of cum onto the boulder beneath him, his entire body convulsing with the force of an orgasm that seemed to go on forever.

Victoria didn't stop fucking him. She continued to pound his ass through his orgasm and beyond, milking every drop of pleasure from his trembling body, using his hole even as he came down from the peak, until he was whimpering and oversensitive and begging her to stop.

Finally, she slowed her strokes, gently extracting the massive dildo from his well-used hole, which remained gaping open, pink and swollen and thoroughly fucked. She leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to his lower back, his sweat-slicked spine, the nape of his neck.

"Good boy," she whispered. "Such a good anal slut. You took that so well. I'm so proud of you."

Marcus collapsed onto the warm stone, his body boneless and sated, his ass throbbing with a pleasant ache that reminded him with every heartbeat of what had just transpired. He felt Victoria removing the harness, heard her moving around the clearing, and then she was beside him, helping him sit up, pressing a water bottle to his lips.

"Drink," she instructed. "You've earned it."

He drank greedily, the cool water soothing his parched throat, his eyes meeting hers with a mixture of gratitude and awe. "That was... incredible," he managed. "I've never felt anything like that. Thank you, Victoria. Thank you for showing me what I needed."

She smiled, stroking his hair tenderly. "We're not done yet, my pet. That was just the beginning. I have so much more planned for you. So many ways to use your delicious ass. But first, we should rest. And then..." her smile turned wicked again, "then I'm going to introduce you to some friends of mine who share our particular interests. I think you'll find that being the center of attention at an anal gangbang is an experience you'll never forget."

Marcus's cock, which had barely softened, twitched at the thought, and he knew that this was only the first chapter of his new life as Victoria's personal anal whore—a life he intended to embrace fully and completely, surrendering his body and his will to the exquisite pleasures of total submission.

As the sun began to dip toward the horizon, painting the sky in shades of gold and crimson, Marcus lay in Victoria's arms, his well-fucked ass throbbing with pleasant warmth, his mind already racing with anticipation of what debauched delights the evening would bring. He had found his place in the world, found the key to unlocking pleasures he had only dreamed of, and he knew he would never want to go back to the vanilla existence he had left behind.

Victoria's anal bitch. The title suited him perfectly. And he couldn't wait to be used again.