The lake was quiet at dusk, the sky shifting into soft shades of pink and violet as Eve prepared the canoe. The air had cooled, but not enough to chase away the heat lingering from the afternoon sun. The only sounds were the occasional cry of a loon in the distance and the rhythmic lapping of water against the dock.
Katie stood barefoot at the edge, watching as Eve spread a blanket over the bottom of the canoe, layering pillows with the kind of deliberate care that always made Katie’s stomach twist with anticipation. She knew better than to speak. Instead, she let her gaze drift over Eve’s body - the toned arms moving with confidence, the way her dark hair fell over her shoulder as she worked.
Finally, Eve straightened and turned to her, eyes gleaming. “Get in and lie down, pet.”
Katie obeyed without hesitation, stepping carefully into the canoe and settling onto the soft nest Eve had prepared. The moment she was down, Eve leaned over her, fingers trailing possessively over Katie’s collarbone before moving lower, toying with the hem of her tank top.
“Strip,” Eve ordered.
A shiver ran through Katie, but she obeyed, slipping the tank over her head, then arching up slightly to push her shorts and panties down her hips. The cool air kissed her exposed skin, heightening her awareness of just how vulnerable she already was. Eve made a pleased sound, running a palm over her stomach, then lower, parting Katie’s thighs just enough to tease.
“You won’t need these,” Eve murmured, as she produced Katie’s gag.
It was one of Eve’s favourites - shaped like a pair of plump, pouty lips, with a small hole in the middle. When Katie parted her lips obediently, Eve pressed the gag between them, buckling it tight behind her head. The rubber molded to Katie’s mouth, forcing her into a silent, wanton expression.
Eve reached into her bag again, this time pulling out lengths of soft rope. With practiced ease, she bent Katie’s legs, binding her ankles to her thighs so her feet pressed against her ass. Her thighs were then spread wide, secured in place, leaving her completely exposed to the open air and Eve’s appreciative gaze.
Katie exhaled sharply through her nose, already feeling the deep ache of restraint. But Eve wasn’t finished. She took Katie’s wrists, lifting them up and tying them to the yoke of the canoe, but - always careful - placed a quick-release loop in Katie’s hand.
“For safety,” Eve murmured, brushing a kiss against her temple.
Then, without another word, she took her place in the stern and pushed off.
Katie could feel every movement of the canoe as Eve paddled them across the lake. The water was smooth, reflecting the deepening colours of the sky. Each slow, deliberate stroke sent a subtle shift through the canoe, making Katie aware of her restraints, of how utterly exposed she was beneath the open sky.
She could hear the lake - so vast, yet so still. Any sound, any whimper she made, would carry.
By the time Eve maneuvered them into the secluded bay, Katie’s pulse was pounding. The water here was crystal clear, only a few feet deep, the sandy bottom visible beneath them. The canoe slowed to a stop, floating gently as Eve set her paddle aside.
“Perfect,” Eve murmured, reaching for the bag she had tucked away.
Katie barely had time to register the glint of the small plug before Eve’s hands were spreading her open, pressing the cool, slicked toy against her tight entrance.
Katie whined against the gag, but Eve only shushed her, pushing the plug in slowly, watching every twitch and shudder as Katie’s body adjusted.
“So pretty like this,” Eve whispered.
The next item came out - a pair of small suction pumps. Eve took her time positioning them over Katie’s nipples, pressing the bulbs until the suction pulled at the sensitive buds. Katie whimpered, her bound legs straining instinctively against the rope.
Eve just smirked, dragging a single finger down Katie’s stomach before producing the final torment - a clit suction toy.
Katie inhaled sharply through her nose as Eve positioned it perfectly, turning it on to the lowest setting. The sudden, steady pull sent a jolt through her entire body, her moan muffled by the gag. The canoe rocked slightly with her reaction, ripples spreading across the water.
Eve leaned over her, brushing lips against her ear.
“You have to be very quiet, pet,” she murmured. “Sound carries on the water. If you’re too loud, someone might come looking. Do you want to be found like this?”
Katie’s eyes flew open wide, her breath coming in quick, shallow bursts. She shook her head desperately, but Eve only smiled, increasing the intensity of the suction.
The toy worked relentlessly, and soon Katie was trembling, her body writhing against the ropes that held her open. Every time she tried to stifle a moan, Eve would add something - a light slap to her thigh, a teasing touch to the plug, a twist of the suction on her nipples - until Katie was thrashing, the canoe shifting with her helpless movements.
Her orgasm crashed into her like a storm. She convulsed, her muffled cries swallowed by the gag, the canoe rocking dangerously under the force of her release. Eve steadied them with one hand, watching as Katie’s body finally sagged against the bindings, spent and trembling.
Eve removed the toys one by one, removing them slowly, savouring the way Katie twitched at every touch. But before untying her, she slipped two fingers between Katie’s slick folds, gathering the wetness there.
Then, with deliberate slowness, she raised her fingers to Katie’s gagged mouth, pressing them into the small hole in the centre.
“Lick,” Eve commanded softly.
Katie moaned as Eve pushed her fingers through, letting Katie’s tongue flick against them, tasting her own arousal. Eve held them there, watching Katie suckle and whimper, completely at her mercy.
“Good girl,” Eve purred, finally pulling her fingers away and wiping the excess against Katie’s flushed cheek.
She untied her wrists but left the gag in place, letting her sub lay limp in the bottom of the canoe as she picked up her paddle again.
They glided back across the water, the lake still and quiet - until movement caught Eve’s eye.
Two men in their 40s, one in a kayak and the other in a canoe, had paddled into the bay. They weren’t close, but they weren’t far either.
Eve met their eyes as they floated past.
One of them smirked. The other winked.
They said nothing, but the look they gave her said everything. Whether they had seen or merely heard wasn’t clear - but they knew.
Eve smirked back, completely unbothered. In fact, she felt a slow coil of satisfaction tighten in her stomach.
Katie, still gagged, turned her face away, burning with shame.
Eve leaned down, brushing a hand over her sub’s flushed cheek, and whispered, "They saw, pet. They know what a slut you are for me."
Katie whimpered, squirming in her restraints.
By the time they reached the dock, Eve knew exactly how she would reward her for putting on such a beautiful show.
