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The Woodland Hunt - Sub's Next CNC

*** 'When the flare goes up in the sky,' Master said to Francesca, 'run -- run as far into the forest and as fast as you can. Because if the men catch you -- well, if the men catch you, you know what will happen to you.' ***

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The morning of the hunt was fresh and clear, not too chilly for late May but without that stuffiness of full-blown summer. Francesca woke up before her alarm went off. For weeks, she'd been counting down to the day of the hunt, a fantasy she and her Master had first talked about a few years earlier, and which would finally come true.

It had all started as a joke. One afternoon, at Master's house, they played hide and seek; well, something that might resemble hide and seek if you slapped on it age rating of 18+. At one point, it was Francesca's turn to hide and Master laughed, confident that he would find her without much difficulty.

'Even if you find me,' she said, 'you still have to catch me. And I'm pretty quick.'

This kind of challenge wasn't something Master would let go without a comment. 'You seem pretty sure of yourself, young lady,' he said. 'Don't let me test you on that.'

'What, my speed?' Francesca's coquettish smile teased him. 'I'm pretty sure I run 5 miles faster than you, Sir, so forgive me for not being too scared. Also, make that 10 miles.'

Their relationship, although based on his absolute authority and her absolute obedience, nevertheless didn't stifle her playful spirit and cheekiness. If anything, Master ...

... encouraged it, praised her for challenging him, as long as she obeyed him in all the important moments. Francesca loved the security this gave her. Her consent for this power exchange had been given years ago and she had no intention of rescinding it any time soon.

But the joke about the running must have got him thinking, because later that day he said to her: 'Pet, how would you feel about an actual race, where you'd get to really show me how fast you can run?'

'A race?' she asked, surprised that Master would suggest this. Yes, he was an active man only in his forties, but lifting weights in the gym was more his thing, rather than running, especially racing.

'Okay, maybe not so much of a race,' he conceded. 'Think of it more as a...hunt.'

And this is how the idea started to grow into what would, on this day almost three years later, become reality.

Francesca skipped breakfast, settling instead for just a strong coffee, then another. She'd need the energy, although the hunt wasn't until late afternoon, when the shadows would start to grow longer in the forest and help her to conceal her tracks.

She also skipped lunch, instead spending an hour in the bath, trying to relax her muscles which felt tight and slightly sore from nervous tension.

She didn't know any details about the hunt -- where the wood was or who it belonged to, how many men would be involved or what equipment they might have at their disposal. She only knew one thing for sure: she was the ...