Mistress Luna stepped out of the car, stretching her long legs and breathing in the fresh mountain air. She took a moment to admire the view; vast expanses of greenery blanketed the countryside as far as the eye could see. A small stream cut through the landscape, its gentle burble providing soothing background noise.
Faith scurried after her, a look of nervous anticipation on his face. Mistress Luna's "pets" usually felt a mix of excitement and fear when they were brought to these secluded locations. The risk of getting caught was always high, which made their humiliation all the more intense.
"Get down on your knees, Faith," she commanded, her voice carrying an icy edge of authority. The young man obeyed instantly, dropping to his knees in the grass and looking up at her with adoration.
Mistress Luna paused for a moment, savoring the power she held over him. She was in control of every aspect of his life, from the clothes he wore to the sexual acts she demanded of him. Faith was hers to use however she wished.
Slowly, she reached down and unzipped the back of her dress, exposing the lacy edge of her pantyhose. Her black pantyhose had been carefully designed to accentuate her feminine curves, and she took pride in the way they hugged her ass and crotch like a second skin.
"Now, Faith, let us worship my pussy in this beautiful setting," she purred, running her fingers through the grass. "Show me how much you appreciate the privilege of being allowed to touch my womanhood."
Faith leaned forward, placing his hands on the ground as he lowered his mouth towards her pantyhosed crotch. The scent of her perfume filled his nostrils as he inhaled deeply, his tongue tracing the line of her pantyhose.
"Oh yes, that's it," she moaned, closing her eyes and savoring the sensation. "You may touch my pussy through my pantyhose, but do not remove them. I like feeling the grass on my skin, and I'm sure you will too."
His lips brushed against the silken material, sending shivers of pleasure through Mistress Luna's body. With one hand, she began to slowly slide her pantyhosed lower half up and down his face, while the other slid down his back, tracing the outline of his buttocks in the sheer material.
"Make me cum, Faith," she commanded. "Show me how much you want my pussy."
Her words were like a lit match to gasoline; Faith's mouth and hands moved faster, exploring every inch of her pantyhosed pussy with trembling fingers. She could feel the heat building inside her, and knew she wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer.
"Yes, yes, that's it," she cried out, arching her back in pleasure. "Cum for me, Faith. Cum on my pantyhosed cunt."
As she felt his saliva dripping onto her pantyhose, and the telltale signs of his orgasm on her crotch, Mistress Luna let out a long, satisfied moan. With a final push, she climaxed, her entire body shuddering as she came.
She pulled her pantyhosed away from Faith's face, and looked down at him, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "Well done, Faith," she said. "You may clean yourself now."
Faith remained on his knees for a moment, catching his breath and wiping the saliva from his chin. He gazed up at Mistress Luna with absolute adoration, as she stood before him, tall and commanding, basking in the glow of her power.
