An encounter of maybe ten seconds. This morning it had been an otter. Who knew what tomorrow might bring? But that morning, almost two years before, h...ad brought something else. There was a natural lookout with a bench on which I loved to sit. It overlooked the tidal reach of the river and was the perfect vantage point. I had to navigate a detour and then a small climb to get there. A hidden secret spot which I thought of as my own. I was invisible, at least it seemed that way, it was my secret. A second later she was in my arms, crying, laughing, hugging and kissing me, she wore an old baggy tee shirt over a ripped denim mini skirt, her face was smudged with dirt and her long blonde hair was tousled. On her feet she wore a pair of rubber gardening boots and I thought she looked absolutely bloody gorgeous!"You shouldn't have dressed up for me mum" I laughed, she looked up at me though tears stained eyes and promptly burst out crying."I'd got it all worked out" she sobbed, "I was going. She said “Saale aaj meri ye farakti fuddi tera lund khatam kar degi” I replied “kaminee mera lauda aaj teri choot phad dega” her nails digging in my back, our muddy bodies rubbing with friction, she was chanting “jor se chod mujhe, aur andar pel kaminey, aur jor se jhatka maar, phaad de meri choot, aur andar pel, saale aise hi randi chodte hai kyaa” it was screaming vulgarity and aaah and ooohh in the jungle. She was screaming loud in the jungle. I was giving severe jerk in fucking her shouting. I even had slave expose herself to my best friend to show him that indeed Master had commanded her to get her nipples pierced. He was blown away. She was turned on.Her friends that knew were not so surprised. They too had had Dom/sub relationships before and thought her to be a perfectly natural sub. They were a bit jealous that she had wound up with me, but that's another story!We discussed collars. At one point I was all set to purchase a very nice, expensive collar for her, but the reality.