0 comments/ 11213 views/ 0 favorites The Cabin Ch. 01 By: Katerina Val-Kyrie Note from the author: Spend an amazing weekend at the cabin with Dezerae and Ante. Become lost in their story of romance, passion and love. Both share a romantic evening before a fire and so much more. Enjoy~ ©By Katerina Val-Kyrie A quaint little cabin nestled high in the mountains awaited the happy couple. Dezerae and Ante walked hand in hand along the winding path, enjoying the summer day. Both had smiles on their faces, their laughter echoing around them. Birds tittered in response to the noise they created in the solitude of their home. Leaves rustled in the trees as the feathered creatures flew from the giggling pair. The laughter subsided as the birds flew overhead, fluttering their wings in rapid succession. The twosome looked up; unaware they had caused such a ruckus. Their cheeks were flushed as they squinted into the sky, bright from the mid-afternoon sun. "Damn, it got hot out here," Dezerae cursed, feeling the heat's intensity. "I think I wore too many clothes," she added, fanning herself with her hands. She was relieved when the sun dipped behind a cloud giving her some comfort. "Yeah, it's hot," Ante agreed, wiping the sweat from his brow. He was about to say more, but watched his girl peel off her cotton blouse instead. Beneath, she wore a skimpy tank top which covered her breasts in an enticing way. God—he wanted her. She never failed to arouse him. "C'mon, babe," let's go!" Dezerae hollered as she ran ahead of him. With one less top on, she suddenly felt energized. "Dez, wait up!" Ante yelled, running after her. He didn't see the rock that caught on the toe of his sneaker. He stumbled and nearly fell flat on his face. "Bloody Hell!" he swore, trying to suppress the f-word. He caught himself just before he hit the ground. Dezerae had no idea her boyfriend had almost done a face plant. She didn't see him trip as she took in her surroundings. The scents of pine and wildflowers filled the air, and she inhaled deeply enjoying the aroma. Ante's mountain was everything he said it would be. The snow-capped peaks beyond were also breathtaking. If there was heaven on earth, it was surely here. Ante forgot about his near mishap as he listened to Dez scream with delight. He had caught up to her just as she reached the cabin. "I love it!" she shrieked excitedly. "It's so cute!" "Yeah, it's quaint," Ante admitted, but then added, "It does need work though." His eyes narrowed as he noticed how run down the outside of the structure had become. The wood was weather-beaten and old, giving it a rustic look. And the vines—they had grown in abundance, covering some of the frame in a dark green mass. The interior was in better shape, and he was thankful he'd at least kept it that way. It was cozy, filled with warm memories of his childhood past. Now he'd create new ones with the woman he loved. "C'mere, Dez," he murmured, reaching for her. He pulled her close, lifting her into his arms. "Welcome to my cabin, baby," he uttered softly. Their lips met as he stepped over the threshold and closed the door. Lost within their embrace, they were barely aware of the cabin. Their sensuous kiss had turned into one of hot passion. Dezerae's lips pressed against his, and Ante was unable to resist them. He responded as her tongue probed inside, swirling, dipping, teasing. Moments passed before he put her down, his heart beating erratically. "I want you, babe..." His words grew silent as he lightly kissed the delicate curves of her neck. He groaned, savoring her heavenly taste. Her scent was tantalizing. The flowers outside couldn't compare to the perfume she wore. He held her closer. Her breasts against him were more then he could stand. "Sweet girl, take off your top," Ante whispered in her ear. "I want..." Before he finished the sentence, her skimpy top was tossed on the floor. "Do you like what you see?" Dezerae teased, her voice almost musical. "Oh, yeah," he responded, admiring her naked flesh. With a wicked grin, he slowly backed her toward the bed. Ante swallowed hard as he took in the sight of her on the quilt covered mattress. Her bare breasts were soft and supple, her nipples ripe for tasting. Mesmerized, he lay beside her and watched her caress the creamy globes. His breath quickened. Her fingers brushed across the hardened peaks. "Babe, let me..." Slowly he nudged her hands aside and swept her away with his own gentle touch. His fingers circled—softly caressing. His tongue rolled—swirling magically. His lips pulled—taunting, teasing. "Ante... Mmmmm..." The sound of her passion had an alluring quality that captivated him. He pleasured her more, enjoying the soft cries that emitted from her throat. "Go lower—I want—I need—" "And, I want you," Ante teased as he listened to her sensual voice. His eyes never left hers when he knelt beside her and undid the snap of her jeans. He pulled them down over her hips as she wiggled out of their confinement. She was left naked, free to unleash her desire. "Watch me," Dezerae murmured, her tone soft and whispery. She took a moment to catch her breath before moving her fingertips toward her soft mound. "Oh, girl..." Ante was riveted as he devoured her with his eyes. She was an exhibitionist, and she had no trouble displaying her naughty side. He watched her watching him, as she parted her delicate folds. "Mmmmm," Dez moaned deep in her throat as she exposed the tiny orb within. The flesh was pulsating, hot to her touch. Her hips rolled, moving rhythmically as her fingers circled against her clit. Ante couldn't get more aroused. His eyes never wavered as he watched her play. Her pussy was glistening, wet and slippery from her touch. He heard soft squishing sounds as she taunted and teased, swirling her fingers in circular motions. "I...I can't take it," he sputtered, jumping off the bed. He left her side and ripped off his clothes, throwing them on the floor. His taut muscles flexed as he tried hard to gain control of himself. He didn't want to give in to her desire too quickly. Dezerae wanted him. She stared hard as she took in his lean, muscular physique by the bedside. His body was chiseled with perfection, and his legs were long and sinewy. Her eyes locked between his tanned thighs, transfixed on his full erection. Her breath came fast, and her heart pounded at the sight of him. She moved her fingers quicker, gliding them over the flesh beneath. Up, down, back and forth, faster and faster. "Babe," she whimpered with pleasure as he joined her on the quilt covered bed. The sound of her voice fueled the fire that already burned within him. His arousal was intense, and his cock throbbed almost painfully. He ignored it. He was too caught up in Dezerae's passion. Ante knelt between her legs, trailing kisses along her creamy thighs. He teased her unmercifully, swirling his tongue against her flesh. Her skin felt like satin, and her sweet scent tantalized him. He inhaled deeply, loving her smell. As he drew closer to her pussy, the aroma of her sweet nectar filled him. "Oh, Dez," he mumbled. "You smell so good..." Using the tip of his tongue, he parted her satiny folds, wanting to taste her wetness, her passion. Ante groaned as he took her sweet nub into his mouth. The flesh was stiff, almost rigid as he slowly circled it, teasing her with his touch. She wiggled and squirmed, arching beneath him as he nibbled, licked and pulled. Her moans filled the room as he tongued her in smooth, fluid motions. He was relentless, gliding his tongue up and down her pussy lips, then back to her pulsating clit. She arched higher. He taunted her more. "A...Ante," she could hardly get the words out. "M...Make me cum..." The pleading in her voice intensified as he slid his hand between her creamy thighs. He slipped his fingers into her warmest depths, relishing the softness within. As he thrust them inside her, his tongue never stopped circling her pulsating flesh. "Don't stop—don't stop—" Dezerae lost all semblance of control as his fingers delved further inside her silky heat. "Oh, God," she cried out, her passion reaching heights of pure ecstasy. At the peak of her orgasm, Ante flicked his tongue wildly over her swollen clit. His fingers probed deeper as her back arched, her hips lifting high off the wrought iron bed. "Ante... Mmmmm..." Dez shuddered as sheer pleasure filled her very depths. Her climax was forceful, never ending. She surrendered completely, enjoying the sensations that coursed through her in continuous waves. For long blissful moments, she gloried in the aftermath as her orgasm slowly subsided. As her body went limp beneath him, Ante drank in her nectar, loving her taste, loving her. He savored her essence as he lay beside her, holding her in his arms once more. Neither of them spoke until Dezerae broke the silence. "It's my turn to pleasure you, darlin," she cooed softly in his ear. She wiggled out of his arms and grabbed the ties on the iron bedpost behind them. Before Ante knew what was happening, she bound his hands, leaving him at her mercy. She watched him in his submissive state, loving the feeling of power. With further ardor, she proceeded to blindfold him with another satin tie. "Dez..." was all he could say as he felt the restraints tighten more on his wrists. Darkness surrounded him now—he sensed her near—watching—waiting. Oh, God, he thought. The suspense was unbearable! In his mind, he saw her naked body beside him, her sensual curves, her full breasts. Ante felt her weight as she leaned over him, reaching for something on the nightstand. He tried to remember what had been there, but his memory failed him completely. The sound of a cap opening filled the silence—and then he knew. He envisioned her as she squeezed the bottle, pouring the oily substance into the palm of her hand. He heard her rub them together, warming the slick oil between them. His breath held as he waited for her touch, but it did not come—yet. "Dez, touch me... Cover me in oil," Ante begged, almost pleading. "Me first," Dezerae teased. She couldn't resist the sweet temptation of feeling her oiled palms against her flesh. She slid them slowly over her breasts, leaving a glimmering sheen behind. The thick liquid felt heavenly as her fingertips trailed over her slippery skin. A low moan escaped her throat as she enjoyed her lingering caresses. "I wish you could feel the softness of my touch," she purred. "My skin is velvety smooth, so slippery with oil," she teased. "Oh, babe, I know you'd love to glide your hands over my breasts, feel the oil beneath your fingertips. It feels so good..." "Jesus, what're you doing to me, girl?" Ante cried out as she continued to torment him. "You'll see..." Dezerae spoke in low monotones, lulling him with her hypnotic voice as she picked up the bottle once again. She filled her palm until a thick stream ran through her fingers, dripping onto the quilt covered bed. "God..." Ante groaned in anticipation. This time, the warmth of oil touched his skin. He inhaled deeply as her palms slid with ease across his chest. Pleasure filled him as her gliding fingers covered his body with gentle caresses. Every fiber of his being was on fire, ignited by the intensity of her touch. Deft fingers rubbed, teased and taunted him, leaving a part of him yearning for more. Ante's breath grew ragged as her hands slowed, pressing against his erection. His cock throbbed, aching for the softness of her fingers and the warmth of her sensual mouth. "Baby," he murmured softly, "I need..." "Shhh..." Dez silenced him as her mouth captured his moans with a passionate kiss. His voice grew muffled as her tongue delved deeply inside. With a parting brush across his lips, she lowered her body over his sinewy nakedness. Sleek and slippery with oil, she slid easily along his length, gliding her breasts against him. Slipping down further, she drew his nipples into her mouth. She suckled them gently, circling her tongue around each one, then slowly moved on. Her palms never stopped gliding along the slipperiness of his skin as her tongue swirled, nibbled and sucked. "Mmmmm, girl," Ante moaned as her fingers trailed down his body, caressing his inner thighs. She teased, softly tickling, taunting him. Dezerae's touch surprised him as her hand slipped around the base of his shaft. Her fingers slid up and down as her tongue fluttered around the silken head. Ante groaned. Her lips circled his cock, gliding downward. He was lost in the wondrous sensations as she took him into the warm depths of her mouth. "J...Jesus!" he sputtered, gasping for breath. "Suck me..." Dez couldn't resist taunting him more. "I love it when you moan," she softly purred. "I know you love my hands, my fingers sliding up and down. So easily they glide, so smooth are my motions, so erotic is my touch." Her voice almost did him in, the alluring tone, the words... Ante's head thrashed from side to side as her oily palm pumped faster. Again—he experienced the magic of her tongue and the softness of her incredible lips. His back arched, and his heels dug into the mattress of the wrought iron bed. As he felt the warmth of her mouth, the circling of her tongue and the saliva running down his cock, he could feel his climax mounting. Dezerae kept up her momentum as her hand slid up and down along with her mouth. Faster, deeper... Ante was almost there. "Oh, baby..." He mouthed the words between deep breaths as he shuddered with pleasure. He couldn't hold off any longer. His body tensed, he stayed on the brink, before his orgasm hit him long and hard. "Mmmmm..." Hot, creamy spurts erupted from him, filling her with an explosion of cum. He thrust into her mouth again and again, until the surges slowed and diminished to none. He lay breathless, shaken by the intensity of his sweet release. Within moments, Dez had taken off his bonds and blindfold. Ante couldn't move. A pleasant numbness swept over him as he lay on the wrought iron bed. His heart slowed, thudding softly in his chest. He fell asleep with the woman he loved snuggled in his arms. * * * Hours passed with the afternoon turning to evening. Ante and Dezerae slept well after their passionate lovemaking. Feeling refreshed upon waking they casually dressed. Dez studied her image in a warped, old mirror leaning against the cabin wall. Her reflection appeared distorted, her shape taking on a ghastly appearance. Her curvaceous body looked short and squat, and the glass added pounds to her figure. She wrinkled her nose and grimaced with distaste. Looking away from the mirror, she touched the soft cloth that hugged her body. Her sundress was pastel pink, flattering her creamy skin beneath. It was a modest dress, unlike some she owned, but she found it refreshing to put on. Her long, slender legs were bare, her feet covered in sandals. She was comfortable and ready to start her evening tasks. As an afterthought, she pulled her blonde hair off her shoulders and into a ponytail. She was cooler already. Ante put on his jean shorts and found a light T-shirt to wear as the evening had yet to cool down. His face still glowed as he remembered Dezerae's trickery with the bonds. Running his hands through his dark blond hair, he set out to find some firewood for the romantic evening ahead. Busy making a delicious dinner, Dez finally took notice of her surroundings. The cabin consisted of one large cozy room. A floral couch stood in the center, scattered with comfy throw pillows. Old-fashioned windows decorated with paisley curtains gave the place a warmer look. In the middle of the floor lay a large braided rug that set off the stone fireplace perfectly. Dezerae's mind wandered for a moment—she couldn't wait to make love in front of the fire. The wrought iron bed also caught her attention, and her blue eyes twinkled in remembrance. The usual clutter went unnoticed as she went back to her tasks deep in thought. Outside, Ante was finishing up with the wood he had collected. With plenty for the evening, he took a few minutes to enjoy the beauty around him. The sun was setting in the sky, casting a red glow throughout the mountains. The view was truly amazing; it took his breath away. It was so serene here—other than the wind whispering through the trees, there was not a sound. His thoughts were of Dezerae as he walked along the path leading back to the cabin. Dusk was upon them now. A night filled with promises and lovemaking was yet to come. * * * A golden glow filled the room as the flames from the newly stoked fire grew in intensity. Dez watched her lover add more wood to the fire. Enjoying the heat, she curled up on the pillows with a glass of red wine. She sipped it slowly and could already feel its effect on her. Warmth soon spread throughout her body. Flushed, her eyes sparkled as Ante lay beside her. "Babe, you look scrumptious in your negligee," he murmured softly, touching the delicate gown. He noticed the silky fabric clung to her curves, transparent by the light of the fire. Ante leaned over her, and as his lips brushed against hers, he gently parted them with his tongue. She tasted so sweet. The hint of wine was still upon her lips. "Mmmmm," Dez moaned as his tongue trailed toward the hollow of her throat. She felt his warm breath against her skin as his lips caressed her there. Her head rolled back on the pillows as he lavished her more with tender kisses. Dezerae began moving her hands slowly along her negligee. She loved how the smooth silk felt sliding against her skin. Her fingers circled, and she touched her nipples through the delicate satin. Ante brushed her soft flesh with lingering kisses, stopping at her creamy breasts. He found her fingers there and lightly entwined them in his own. "Sweet girl," he groaned when he saw her breasts beneath the sheer material. Her nipples were hard, the aroused nubs peeking through the satin. Gently he drew them into his mouth, suckling through the silky gown. Dezerae found the warmth of his lips against the satin incredibly erotic. "Feels nice," she whispered softly as his mouth and tongue worked their magic. As she enjoyed his tender caresses, she thought of what she'd done earlier. Damn, she loved being in control and the power... She smiled as she anticipated her next move. With more strength then she knew she had, she rolled Ante onto his back and sat astride him. Pinning his hands, she grinned, taking him by surprise again. Her voice was mischievous as she said, "I got ya!" The softness of the pillows cushioned him, and she kissed him passionately before he could reply. Ante could feel the smooth satin tickling his skin as her breasts crushed against him. He felt her heart beating against his, felt the rise and fall of her breasts, felt her taut nipples... "Dez," he murmured, before slipping his tongue further into the warmth of her mouth. He could still taste the sweetness of wine as it lingered on her lips. He groaned as she pulled away, and a heartbeat later, she turned her backside toward him. Ante was mesmerized as he watched her lower her body over the length of his own. The view she provided was spectacular. He could hardly find his breath. His hands, free now, found their way to her negligee, lifting it gently above her behind. At the same moment, Dez loosened the ties on his terry robe. His cock throbbed as she slowly lowered her head. "Mmmmm," Ante moaned as her tongue swirled against the velvety tip. Dezerae's excitement grew as she felt his fingers part her satiny folds. Bloody Hell, if this is heaven, then I'm there, Ante thought. The sight of her pussy this close excited him beyond belief. And what she was doing to him... He could hardly stand it! He sighed with pleasure as he felt the tightening of her lips, the swirling of her tongue and the softness of her hands gliding up and down. The Cabin Ch. 01 Preface, Prelude and Arrival My wife Annie and I had been gradually getting into BDSM play, switching with both topping on occasion. She was a little reluctant to top me - societal hang-ups made it hard, but she went along because she knew I got a kick out of it. I thought she was slowly warming to the idea, and maybe beginning to like it. That was an understatement, and this is the story of what happened when she threw herself into the Dominatrix role I had always hoped she’d take. Everything here is recounted to the best of my ability, and this is a faithful chronicle of the just past year of our life. Some events are written exactly as they happened, including the dialog, as I had video tapes to refer to for many of the more intense moments. Other events are recounted based on diary entries Annie or I made the day of the event. Still others are reconstructed from memory and though the narrative of this last category includes a certain amount of fabrication to flesh out the details (such as the dialog), the fabrication is limited to minor items only - all of the major events are presented here in fundamentally the same manner in which they actually happened, and the fabricated details are all within the spirit of the event. This is a true chronicle. It is also a wonderful chronicle, the story of a man’s sexual fantasies coming true on a scale that makes me truly grateful. Names have been changed where necessary to protect the privacy of everyone involved. The scenes described are as they played out. Some of the things we did during our first year of heavy play were not, in hindsight, entirely safe. Although we’ve been fairly rational and sane, as we’ve grown more experienced, and as we’ve researched more about BDSM, we’ve learned. Learned that we should have taken more safety precautions for some of the things we did, waited until we were more experienced for other things, and flat out shouldn’t have done a few things that were far more dangerous than we realized. But we’ve been lucky and haven’t had any catastrophes. If anything you read here is exciting enough for you to want to try it yourself, don’t rely on luck. Learn the right way to play first. The best toy in anyone’s toy box is their sub. Don’t break it! I hope there are many chapters to this story yet to come. Those chapters will, of course, be dedicated to the same fantastic woman that these opening chapters are dedicated. To Annie, my Love. My Domme. * * * * * Prelude Annie and I met at a Bay Area dotcom. Both of us got in early and fresh out of college. Those were some heady days. By the time the bubble burst, we were both rich, burned out, and not quite thirty. We’d been dating for a couple of years when the doors closed and we said goodbye to our friends. We hung on to each other though and decided to get married. We had enough money from our stock options that we really didn’t need to work again unless we wanted to, and at that point, neither of us wanted to. A year before, I’d started planning for “retirement” by buying a cabin several hours north, back in the woods off highway 30. The cabin was four rooms, maybe a thousand square feet, and sat on 40 acres of heavily forested land. It was about half a mile from the nearest road, and about 30 miles from the nearest town. All in all, it was very private, and I envisioned spending summers at the cabin, fixing it up, gardening, and just enjoying myself. I’ve gotten to do all of that, but not quite in the way I imagined. We got married in April, and Annie said she wanted to spend the summer up at the cabin. It was still in pretty rough shape. The roof didn’t leak and the well and septic system were fine, but the place was dusty and the grounds completely overgrown. Nobody had lived there for a couple of years while it was on the market, and the real estate agent had to swing by twice a month to chase the critters out. She said we’d spend the summer fixing it up, kind of roughing it. I thought it was a great idea and agreed. It took us a couple of months to wrap things up in The City, but we told our friends we were going to be up in the hills for the summer, and they all envied us. During those months, we took two trips up to the cabin to get it ready, and Annie took a third trip while I finished the last of the consulting duties I had with the guys who owned the last of the company. She said she was just putting a few last minute touches on the place. Little did I know what she meant by that. On our last night in SF before heading up to the cabin, Annie playfully told me that maybe we try some bondage play at the cabin. I’d been hinting to her that I’d like to do more slave play with her as my Domme, and she said she thought maybe at the cabin, away from society and all, she might get into it more. I was all for that, and looked forward to some fun. We took off early the next morning for the long drive to the cabin. * * * * * Arrival and Pronouncements It was late afternoon when I finally pulled off the road and into the driveway. The property has a locked gate at the road, so I had to stop to get the key to the padlock. I asked Annie where it was and she said it was in the back. We both got out and walked around to the back of the Durango. She popped open the door, reached in a grabbed a duffel bag. “Strip,” she said. “What?” I answered, surprised. “You heard me, strip.” She had a grin on her face. She held out the bag. “Strip and put your clothes in here. You said you wanted to be my slave, so that’s what’s going on. If you really want it, get naked.” So right there in the driveway, in sight of the road, I stripped naked, putting my clothes in the bag. By the time I had them all off, I had a pretty good hard on going. Annie took the duffel bag from me, zipped it shut, and tossed it in the back of the Durango. She took some leather cuffs from another bag (I remember seeing a bunch of toys in there) and cuffed my hands together in front, then cuffed my ankles together with about two feet of chain between them. She handed me the gate key and told me to go unlock it. As I shuffled along, hobbled by the ankle cuffs, she closed the hatch and jumped in the driver’s seat of the Durango. I unlocked the gate and swung it open. She drove past, but instead of stopping to pick me up after clearing the gate, she just kept on going up the driveway, leaving me there naked and cuffed at the edge of the road. My pulse was racing by now and thinking wasn’t easy, but I figured she must want me to close the gate and follow. So I locked the gate back up, and set off shuffling up the half-mile long gravel driveway, rocks digging into the soles of my bare feet all the way. It was slow going, taking such short steps and not wanting to fall down. By the time I got to the cabin, Annie was sitting on the front porch with a drink in her hand and an impatient expression on her face. I had the proverbial raging hard-on by now, and it bobbed in front of me as I hobbled up to the front steps. She got up and came down the steps to help me climb them without falling, taking the gate key from me. Once on the porch, she let me to a spot where a shiny new eyebolt was screwed into a roof beam. She must have put it there when she came up by herself the week before. She attached a chain to my hands and hooked it to the eyebolt so I was standing on tip-toe, arms fixed above my head. “It took you fifteen minutes to make it up here,” she said. “So you’ll get fifteen swats to teach you to hurry.” Before I could say anything (I hadn’t spoken to her since she ordered me to strip down by the road), she began laying into my ass with a leather riding crop she’d used on me a few times before, but never with this much enthusiasm. She told me to count, and I did. When she’d finished all fifteen, she asked me if I understood the lesson. “Yes, Mistress,” I said. “Don’t be slow.” “Good,” she said, releasing the cuffs. “Now apply that lesson while you unload the car. Put all the bags in the bedroom.” I immediately ran to the car and began pulling bags out, shuttling them to the bedroom. I noticed Annie moving cuffs and chains around on the porch, and by the time I was done, the leather wrist cuffs dangled from two eyehooks about six feet apart. The ankle cuffs were hooked to the floorboards an equal distance apart. She motioned me to the cuffs and I stood eagerly still as she rechained me on the porch, spread eagle this time. I was facing outward from the house, looking across the courtyard and circular drive towards the overgrown gardens and the thick woods beyond. The porch was on the north side of the house, and the early evening shade was beginning to get cool. My cock, as hard as I could ever remember it being before then, bobbed in the cool air in front of me. “It took you seven minutes to unload,” she said from behind me. “So you’ll get seven more whacks.” My ass was a little sore, but I was excited about another round of spankings. Only it wasn’t my ass that was her target! Without another word, she brought the leather tip of the crop up hard against the underside of my cock. My cock bounced off my stomach and returned to its vulnerable position straight out in front of my bound body. Another smack of the crop and it bounced off my stomach again. I began to feel a warm stinging sensation along the bottom of my shaft, and if anything, I got even harder. “You didn’t count,” she reminded me. “So we have to start over. This next one will be number one.” Another smack and bounce, and the warm feeling spread slightly. “One,” I said, my breath a little ragged, more from excitement than pain I think. “Two,” as the next blow slammed into my cock. “Three.” The blows were getting harder. “Four.” So was my cock. “Five.” I felt like the shaft was on fire. “Six.” My voice broke a little. “Last one coming up,” she said, holding the crop against the bottom of my cock. I looked down and saw my cock throbbing and twitching. She drew the crop away and I watched it sweep back, then forward and upwards in a blur. The crop made a crisp, sharp sound as it smacked the bottom of my cock. My cock made a fleshier noise as it smacked into my stomach one more time, then bobbed about as I whispered “Seven.” Annie had given me cock whippings before with that same crop, but never quite this hard, and never with me bound as I was. The feeling, not just in my cock (which had become so sensitive the breeze blowing across it made it twitch), but in my entire body, was intense, overpowering. Annie bent over and took my cock in her mouth, holding her tongue against the reddened underside. I didn’t know this at the time, but she was trying to figure out if she could feel any increased heat. Before I enjoyed much of this attention though, she pulled her silken mouth off of me, raking her lower teeth along the bottom of my shaft as she did. “I’ll be back in a little while, Love,” she said, kissing me on the back of my shoulder. “You just relax and enjoy the view. Think about what being a slave will mean.” With a pat on my ass, she disappeared inside, leaving me nude and standing spread eagle on our porch. I looked out at the courtyard, watching the evening shadows crawl away from me, towards the trees behind the greenhouse and garden shed. It was mid June, and the evening cooled quickly. I remember wondering about mosquitoes. I could hear Annie moving around in the house behind me. Pots banged and water ran. My cock twitched less and less, and gradually the warm sting subsided. I thought about this turn of events, and my heart raced with anticipation for the rest of the evening. There were lots of other toys in that bag. I wondered how much Annie had planned for tonight. I was absolutely certain I would enjoy it, whatever it was and however much it was. The cock whipping had been intense, but standing there bare to the evening breeze, I was sure I could have taken several more. I wondered if Annie had anything planned for beyond tonight. Maybe a weekend? However much she had in mind, I made up my own mind to play along 110%. I realized this was an amazing chance to fulfill a fantasy, and that if I wanted more of it in the future, I would need to do my part to make this scene work. (to be continued) The Cabin Ch. 01 Author's Note: Warning! The following chapter contains: Tentacles, Extreme Cum Inflation, Transformation, Futanari (at the end), Unreal Sizes, and various other impossibilities. If you're ready for that, read on. Hope you Enjoy. ***** Blair Scott opened the door of her father's old truck, stepping down with a slight grunt. It wasn't easy having a vehicle almost twice as tall as she was, since Blair stood at only five feet two inches. She shut the door and looked at the cabin, smiling and grimacing at once from the obvious seclusion of the home, but also at how rundown it was, with windows broken and the wood chipping all over. Even so, it was what Blair had wanted, thus she sent a silent thanks to her deceased grandparents for leaving her this place, although it would take a bit of work before it was habitable. She locked her truck and headed towards the cabin, ready for anything reminiscent of The Evil Dead to jump out. Of course, nothing like that happened. It was easy to imagine though, since the cabin eerily resembled the one used in the movies, though it was in slightly worse condition and actually didn't have a cellar. Blair looked around the place, taking note of various animal droppings on the floor and the destruction suffered by the meagre furniture remaining. Guess it was a good thing they left me some money as well, she thought and pulled out her phone, writing down what she would need done before she dared even think of moving into it. She also reminded herself of how far the closet stores were, noting how long it would take to go there and back. The place would cost a lot, but her inheritance and her wealthy parents, made it easy enough. Her mother and father spoiled her rotten, even though she had somehow remained tame despite their willingness to buy her any and everything she wanted. Even when her dad had offered to buy her a sleek, sports car for her sixteenth birthday, but she had declined, receiving his truck instead. While she didn't look quite right driving it, not was it in the best shape visually, but it was sturdy and had seen more than a few accidents in its time, leaving the opposing car a wreck while it got by with a few dents. Blair was more than happy with her life, at least outside of her school. It was never easy to go through high school. The guys were only interested in getting laid, and the girls only cared about their social standing, with very few exceptions, and said exceptions were made into outcasts. Blair was one of those, though not for lack of trying, she had tried to become a heartless bitch like many of the other girls at her school, but she couldn't do it. They shunned her and made it a point to bring attention to her body, small in every way possible, with the only curves stemming from the baby fat that had yet to leave her. As such, she only had a few friends, and even they were more or less acquaintances. The memories brought her eyes down to her body, sighing at her flat chest. Blair had more or less stopped growing since turning thirteen. She had actually been on the way to being a tall girl, but her body had other ideas evidently, as such she had a slightly pudgy belly, rounded cheeks, and thin arms and legs. Whatever the case, she wasn't athletic, she was only about average in terms of IQ, and she had no real quirks to her. The only thing really different about her from most others, was her liking of nature, or rather, the quiet that came with nature. Even when there wasn't silence, the sound of the wind rustling through the trees, or the chirp of birds were often comforting and even served as a way for her to fall asleep, far more efficiently than any lullaby was. Blair smiled as she thought that she only had one more year of school then it was done. At the age of seventeen, Blair had given up on growing anymore than the inch or two she had gained in the past four years. This wasn't a real concern however, since she had no intention of working for a living, nor having a residence in the city. There was no need to look good, when there was no one to impress, were her thoughts. The fact that her parents were constantly shoving large sums of money into her bank account every month, meant she had more than enough to survive. The amount in her account would have been enough to support a small family for a couple of years all on its own. Blair knew she was evading having to face life, but, given the opportunity, she was certain anyone else would do the same. Having noted everything that needed replacing, Blair left the cabin. As she walked back to her truck, a scent in the air caught her attention. It was sweet, almost like honey, but less powerful, with another, somehow, bitter scent underlying it. Blair looked around, hoping to find a rare flower to take home, but saw nothing, yet the smell continued to hang in the air, despite having no discernible source. She shrugged and climbed into her vehicle, promising herself that she would look for the when the cabin was finished. As she drove away, she looked in her rear view mirror, and swore she could see something moving. A double check disproved this however. Blair shook her head and continued down the worn down path. It was the 2nd of May when her grandparents had passed and left her the cabin. Now, little over one month later, Blair was dragging her suitcase through the door. Her school year had ended, freeing her of the tortures such a place brought, and, rather than go with her parent's to Greece for summer vacation, she had opted to spend the time in her cabin. It had been finished just a few days ago, with the exterior cleaned to perfection and the insides lightly decorated with rugs and paintings. She had running water and electricity, though the reception and internet connection were almost unusable, however she assumed they wouldn't be necessary. Why she want them when there was such a large area of forest to discover. She was soon unpacked and settled. Blair went about making sure everything worked fine, not that she didn't trust the company who had renovated the place, she was just making absolutely certain. The shower worked, as did the sparse plug sockets and lights. Happy that her home was in working order, Blair changed out of her school uniform, having driven over here as soon as she was packed. Once she was dressed in a pair of denim shorts and a tank top, Blair pulled on her most practical boots and headed out the door. She didn't lock the cabin, since no one lived within ten miles of the place. The moment she stepped foot outside, she was greeted by the illusive scent. Even in the month since she had last smelt it, the odour had never been far from the forefront of her mind. Eager to find its source, Blair began her journey into the forest. However she didn't get far, her body's weak constitution making it almost impossible to go for more than an hour at a time. Son of a bitch, she cursed in her mind and went back into her cabin, pouring a large glass of water and downing it in several quick gulps. The smell still lingered in the air, but it was distinctly faint, almost unnoticeable had she not smelt it before. "I'll find it tomorrow." She promised herself and went to her shower, having to peel off her clothes from the sweat. As mentioned before, Blair was far from athletic, though she had her rare spurt of energy, however her stamina was, more or less, non existent. It was one of the reasons her parents had pushed her to learn to drive as soon as possible, since they worried she would find it almost impossible to get around without a vehicle of some kind. Blair was grateful for it, since she was one of the few students at her school who actually drove themselves. She thought back to a year ago, when she had gotten her license just a day before her birthday, reminding her that it was only a couple of days away. Blair silently chided herself for having forgotten in her eagerness to get here. She sighed as she finished with her shower, dressing in her pyjamas. She had no intention of going out again, since the sun was beginning set and she didn't like the idea of being in the woods without a bright, burning ball of gas in the sky. As such, Blair settled into the new couch in the main room, turning on the tv and flicking through channels, all the while planning out what she would do in the days to come. After a couple of hours of watching tv dramas and documentaries on plants, Blair was struggling to keep her eyes open. With a yawn she turned off the tv and went to her bed, smiling as she fell asleep. She was looking forward to tomorrow. The next day, Blair was showered and well fed. She had a small backpack on with a couple of bottle of water, with an assortment of sandwiches she'd prepared that morning. She walked out of her cabin and breathed in the air, sighing happily as the scent filled her nostrils. Blair made a guess as to which direction it was coming from and headed there, occasionally stopped to mark a tree in case she got lost, and drinking water at regular intervals. After an hour of walking, she stopped and sat down on what looked to be a mostly clean patch of earth, eating a sandwich as she looked around, seeing the occasional bush rustle as animals played or fled from her. "This is definitely what I needed." Blair said aloud, leaning her head back and breathing deeply. The scent was slightly stronger now, though she was certain she had a good deal of ground to cover before she found it. As she rested, Blair tried to imagine what a plant would look like for it to produce such a smell, still as sweet and oddly bitter as ever. She imagined a rose like flower on the ground, opening up and revealing beautiful , light pink petals, releasing a pollen that carried this scent. When darkness came, it would close and turn a dark red, waiting for the sun to appear again. Once more eager to find such a discovery, Blair finished her sandwich and stood, brushing crumbs from her shirt. With a quick mouthful of water, she was once more on the move. Hours passed and Blair found herself growing tired. The sun was high in the sky, the heat bearing down on her without mercy. She only had a couple of water bottles left with only one sandwich left. Not a fool, Blair realised she would have to try again at tomorrow, altering her plan to leave either in the early morning or a short while after noon. The walk back was surprisingly easy, though Blair didn't pay much attention to this, her mind filled with images of herself in the news, being hailed as the one who discovered a new, rare plant, one that proved to be popular with people and thus she opened her own store, selling the botanical wonder. Blair giggled at the idea as she shut the door. The rest of the day was spent lounging around. It wasn't much different from how she spent her time at her parent's place, the only difference was that she had to cook her own food, something she had learned from a young age, her mother urging her to do so. Blair was glad her parents were so good to her, even if she did nothing to deserve it. She often wanted to do something nice for them but, since outgrowing her more childish tendencies, she had no real idea of what to do. Her family were wealthy, anything they wanted they could get, within reason of course. The most she could do was be a good, loving daughter to them. Tomorrow, she was woken by her alarm. The sun had yet to fully rise, making the weather much more tolerable, giving Blair a perfect opening to explore. As before, she packed several bottles of water and sandwiches, bringing a large marker for the trees. She was out of her temporary home and heading back into the forest just as the sun was cresting the trees. Blair headed in a slightly different direction than before, though it was still to the west, where the breeze seemed to bring the scent from. Her birthday was tomorrow, she thought, and she would like nothing better than to discover something. Blair turned her thoughts to her fantasy from yesterday, grinning widely as she ventured further and further into the woods. She was surprised as she continued. The sun was completely up and blazing as brightly as ever, the heat intense and yet, Blair had only drunk two bottles, despite having gone a good deal further than yesterday. She had yet to take a rest as well. The smell was stronger than ever now, leading to assume it was definitely coming from that direction, urging her onwards. She stopped after a few more minutes, her surprising endurance running low, and she sat down. Blair took deep breaths as she ate, the occasional gust of wind blowing the scent in her direction, making her antsy to continue. Once she was finished, Blair hopped to her feet and continued on her way. As she brushed aside a stray vine hanging from an old oak, her eyes went wide. She had stumbled upon a clearing, with a single flower of some kind in the centre, the trees that surrounded the grass making a circle so perfect, it seemed man made. Blair stepped into the clearing, the scent suddenly becoming stronger than ever before. She eyed the flower, deciding it to be the source and walked over to it, kneeling upon reaching the odd plant. It didn't seem to have a stamen, only a tip, the petals were closed and a dark pink in colour, with black and white splotches spread across their expanse. She leaned forward and breathed in through her nose, feeling something like a sugar rush course through her, the scent almost overwhelming. The flower was definitely the source. Blair marked her way, making sure all of the markings and trees were clearly visible. She had gone out today with the intention of finding the plant, and she had succeeded, now she all she needed to do was bring a camera to picture it. Thankfully, she had an old camcorder from a few years ago she had received from a relative. Blair had never really used it, but she was glad she had randomly decided to pack it. She went back to the cabin, leaving the flower behind, though with some reluctance. She didn't intend to return that day, intending to look around the rest of the woods, hoping she might find another, similar flower. Blair all but skipped back to her home, beaming like she'd won the lottery. The rest of the day passed by in flurry of activity. Blair was keen to explore, finding another clearing, though it didn't have flower in the centre, though the trees almost seemed to make a canopy of shade, almost like they were planted for just that purpose. A little under a mile from the cabin, Blair found a stream of crystal clear water, stumbling across a family of deer as they were drinking. Even if I hadn't found that flower, she thought, this place is fantastic. Blair grinned and promised herself that she would bring the camera next time she ventured this far. When the sun began to set, she headed back to her cabin, grinning as she fixed her own dinner and watched tv. With any luck tomorrow, her eighteenth birthday, would be just as eventful. Blair awoke with a smile on her face. The sun blazed beyond her curtains, the heat great enough that she had thrown away the covers, but that didn't dampen the mood, nor the sticky feeling that came from the constant sweating of her body. Blair had never been overly fond of the tortuous heat that summer brought, but on that day it meant the flower would no doubt be in bloom. Her mind flashed back to it, thinking of the large petals curled up, as if protecting something within. From her brief observation yesterday, she assumed it only had four petals, and that they were a good deal lighter on the insides than their outside appearance. As before, she showered, ate and packed up. With that done, she left for her discovery. Like yesterday, the sun bore down on her like an overbearing ruler. And yet, it didn't bother her nearly as much. Her skin shone with a thin layer of sweat, her shirt clung to her chest, as did her shorts, but none of it was a bother to her. Blair was uncertain whether it was simply her excitement, or that her body suddenly become much stronger, thus the heat didn't bother her. Whatever the reason, she was nearing the clearing, her prior markings showing the path clearly. She passed one that had a small message beneath it 'clearing is just up ahead' it was signed with a smiley face, causing Blair to grin at her own note. As she had written, the clearing was soon in sight. She brushed away the vines once more and stepped onto the grass. The wind picked up, creating ripples in the grass and bringing the scent back to the forefront of her mind. Blair leaned her head back and breathed the delightful air in, sighing happily as she looked back down, her grin widening to show her perfect teeth. The flower was in bloom, its four petals lying on the ground, occasionally swaying with the breeze, while in the centre was a large stamen of sorts, with a bulbous tip. Surrounding the stamen were dozens, or hundreds, of tiny feeler like vines, and, while possibly a trick of the light, Blair swore she could see them moving against the slight breeze. Now more excited than before, Blair reached into her backpack and pulled out her camera. She had made sure it was fully charged and armed with a large memory card. It was simple to use; push a button and it recorded, push a different one and it took a picture, automatically saving to the memory card. Blair wasted no time and began to take as many pictures as she could, before pulling out a tripod, which had been given to her with the camera, and set it up to record. She was going to stake her claim on the flower, and this was her proof. With it set up and recording, Blair made sure she and the flower were in frame and began. "My name is Blair Scott, and I'm here with a new, never before seen breed of flower. As you can see, it is clearly different to anything we've seen before." As she spoke she kept her eyes focused on the red light, making sure she was looking at whoever may watch this. As such, Blair failed to notice the flower's vines stretching out towards her. "As far as I am aware, I'm the first human being to find this botanical treasure, so I hereby declare it the Blair Robus." As she named it a vine reached her shoe, but it was thin and careful enough that she failed to notice it, "The Blair Robus seems to produce a strange, sweet scent. This is what drew me to it in the first place. As you can see," Several more vines had reached her feet now, each one beginning to coil around her sock covered leg, taking care not to reveal themselves until they were ready, "It has four petals, each one is a dark pink on the outside, with white and black splotches all over it. On the inside of the petals, it is a pale white with streaks of blue. I've yet to determine if this plant is poisonous." As she finished, she let out a low moan. The vines had climbed up her leg. Dozens had reached her now, a platoon of them lightly wrapping around her ankles, while the others ventured upwards, finding her panties and slipping inside of them, inadvertently stimulating her hairless pussy. Blair moaned out at this, but composed herself and continued. "It only appears to bloom when the sun is directly on it, as yesterday I came and it hadn't, despite small rays of sunlight hitting it, oh!" She suddenly yelped, feeling something rub against her clitoral hood, sending a shock of pleasure through her body, "What the fuck was that?" She asked aloud, but cleared her throat, and promised herself she would edit these parts out. The camera's display was opposite where she stood, but it caught everything, as the vines grew bold, rapidly climbing up until they were crawling across her stomach. This time, Blair was unable to maintain her composure and looked down, about to pull her shirt up, expecting to find a bug of somekind. As she gripped the hem she let loose a shriek of shock as her wrists were suddenly bound. The Cabin Ch. 01 She stared at the green pieces of rope that pulled at her wrists. Blair didn't think to look behind her, the shock clouding her mind as she struggled against the vines, but more joined the battle and finally pulled her hands away from her shirt, even as their brethren reached her breasts, lightly running over her almost non-existent mounds. She moaned despite herself and finally looked behind her, expecting, or hoping, to find a bunch of kids playing some kind of prank on her, instead she saw the plant, though nothing had changed about it at a glance. She looked down and saw every vine, each one marginally thicker than hair, reaching out to her. In horror, she returned her gaze to herself, looking beyond her torso and seeing the legions around her legs. On instinct, Blair kicked out. The vines had been waiting for this though, and the ones coiled around her ankles suddenly yanked her up, displaying an unnatural strength despite their size, as they manoeuvred so that she was hanging right side up, with her arms and legs spread eagled. She struggled as anyone would do, but she couldn't even move an inch, much less a centimetre. She could feel them continuing their journey upwards, now peaking from her shirt. They stretched to her chin, running over her lips before moving on. As they neared her eyes she could see a very slight increase in thickness at each of their tips, but they were so thin she was uncertain if it was her imagination or not. As they explored her face they seemed to receive a command of some sort, as they retreated from her body, leaving only the ones holding her aloft. As she hung there, continuing to pull despite the futility, Blair realised the scent was stronger now. Not just because she was so close to the source, but it seemed to have multiplied in its potency, adding another smell beneath the bitter sweetness of it, but it was impossible for her to determine. She looked down, her mind conjuring the thought that the plant wasn't responsible for the scent, and that it was someone selling a really good perfume, even though logic argued against, she prayed that this was the case. Of course, all she saw was the grass and plant, with at least forty vines stretching out to her. The others had all retracted back to the plant. It was like they were soldiers receiving commands from their general, Blair thought, almost giggling at such a thought despite her predicament. If they were soldiers, the orders had been quick, as they returned once more, each one taking a grip on her clothing. Blair had once ventured to the dark side of the internet, seeing a hentai where a monster with tentacles tore the clothing from a young maiden, before raping her several times over. Her mind went into overdrive, and she struggled harder than ever, but it was futile, as her shirt, shorts and even her panties were torn from her body. Blair closed her eyes and waited for the inevitable assault on her pussy, but it never came. She opened her eyes and looked down at herself. The vines were lightly running over her skin, almost like a lover's caress. Blair felt something cool against her body, and saw that the vines were leaving thin trails of fluid on her flesh, the covered areas suddenly becoming much more sensitive in the best way possible. A slight breeze blew in her direction, causing her to moan as the wind ran against the coated parts of her flesh, the sensation almost as good as when she masturbated. In due time, most of Blair's body was glistening with the oil like fluid, particularly her breasts, which had been coated in layer upon layer of the stuff, every slight touch or shift in the air making her moan. Her pussy was burning now, a drop of her desire falling to the earth. As if it had been waiting for this moment, the vines began to move her. Blair looked around in panic, but moaned nonetheless, as her body was continually stimulated. She kept her eyes open and as focused as she could, seeing as her body was placed directly above the plant, before her legs were gently spread even further, to the point where she was doing the splits, yet her body made no form of protest. She looked down at the plant and watched with shocked eyes as the stem began to grow, the tip becoming more mushroom like and leaking a strange, amber fluid. Blair wasn't moved from her current position, until the plant resembled a human phallus more than a botanical life form. Her eyes grew wider as she saw two circles begin to inflate, becoming perfect, green spheres. Anyone who saw it would know what it resembled and Blair was no exception. The plant, if it could even be called that, was essentially a giant, green phallus. The, for lack of a better word, testicles were enormous, easily as big as Blair's entire body, and the phallus wasn't much better. By her estimate it stood at three feet and as thick around as her thigh. The amber fluid was gushing from the tip, pouring over the length in slow streams, as if it were lubricating itself to ease the inevitable entry into her pussy. Blair shuddered, but she felt no fear, or rather, it was there only it wasn't at the forefront of her thoughts. She licked her lips without thinking, the thought of the botanical cock fucking her flashing through her mind. Blair released a low moan of pleasure as several vines finally moved her to neglected pussy. She could feel her juices on her lips, the vines now seeming to lick it up as they pleasured her. About six of them moved up to her clit, wrapping around the engorged button and sending shocks of pure pleasure through her body. Blair began to move once more, however she had no intention of getting away, instead she was thrusting her hips, trying to encourage the vines to do more. They seemed to get the idea, as at least a dozen suddenly, and blissfully, entered her drooling cunt. Blair threw her head back and released a cry as her orgasm tore through her body, her pussy tightening around the invading vines, letting her feel their every movement. It wasn't long before they reached her g-spot, sparking yet another orgasm. The tendrils continued through her moist canal, soon coming to her cervix. They made no attempt to go further, and simply began to force more and more of their lengths into her, eventually filling her lustful cavity to capacity. Blair was panting by now, her face red and tongue lolling out, her drool running over her chin, however she didn't care. The vines continued to writhe within her cunt, sending her to cloud nine only for her to ascend such pleasure. It was a miracle she was conscious by the time they left her pussy, now dripping constantly and practically visibly throbbing with lust. She looked to the plant and her body almost seemed to set aflame as her desire took control. She began to whine and beg, her words hardly intelligible from her frenzied need. Blair began to roll her hips, pulling with all her might against the vines, hoping they knew she was trying to fall onto the plant, but they held her firm. Just as she was about to contemplate chewing through her own arms to try and impale herself, Blair was suddenly released, however the vines made sure she landed away from the plant, if only by a few inches. She didn't feel the impact, despite the sound of something breaking, her ankle some part of her assumed, as she crawled to the plant. There was no sign that she had ever been capable of higher thought, as she moaned and grunted with effort. The fluid the vines excreted was a potent aphrodisiac, but it also served to numb the affected area, while keeping the nerves receptive to pleasure. As such, Blair's muscles were all but jelly now, requiring all of her will power to simply move a single arm, however her desire may as well of been a force of nature; nothing would stop it. She summoned every ounce of strength in her body and made her way to the cock. She had failed to notice the change in colour from her previous position, but now she could see it had turned a dark green with veins of blue running up the length, while the tip was a crimson red, offset by the amber it continuously produced. Blair closed her mouth to swallow the drool, taking a single breath through her nose. Blair had experienced orgasms before. When alone, she was quite prolific in her attempts at self satisfaction, and the ones she got from the vines ministrations were unlike any she had felt before. And now, her pussy gushed with her cum, spraying across the ground like a high pressure hose, dousing the grass in her pleasure. Her eyes threatened to roll back into her skull, but she held on, even as darkness tried to creep into her vision. When the orgasm had passed she was panting heavily, her cunt still dripping and her lust blazing like a star. Blair moved her face to the plant, mentally steeling herself, as she began to breathe in the impossible scent. She moaned like a wanton whore. The plant had a musk of pure desire, the scent causing ideas of a dominant lover to run through her mind, while also thoughts of the opposite, as if the plant were telling her it could be either. Blair mashed her face against it, rubbing the amber fluid onto her lips and skin, while taking deep, rapid breaths through her nose, as if trying to saturate her very being with the scent. She brought her hands to the botanical cock and began to caress as much of the three feet length as she could, basking in the feeling of its the soft exterior, despite the iron hardness it possessed. She reached the head, which felt like leather as she stroked it, coating her hands in a fresh coating of the amber fluid. Blair even began to press her body against the plant dick. As if having seen enough, the vines returned to her. Blair whined, but didn't struggle as they once more lifted her into the air, though not nearly as high as they situated her lustful cunt directly over the tip. She looked down with wide eyed desire, a crazed grin spreading across her face as she knew what was to come. In a deep, dark corner of her mind, Blair knew that what was happening was wrong. She shouldn't be so enamoured with such an obscene looking thing, and yet her every other thought screamed for it to penetrate her, over and over again. She twisted her hips in an attempt to connect her pussy with the tip, but the vines were adamant about her staying where she was. Just as she was about to struggle once more, the vines suddenly let her drop. Blair's mind was sent into an abyss of pure ecstasy, the darkness so inviting as it made her body seize up from the orgasm that raced through her very being. Gravity had done its part well, as she was impaled on a full foot of the plant, her skin bulging very clearly with its girth. Blair regained enough cognitive function to look down, seeing her flesh stretched taut around a third of her discovery. Strangely, she took a more analytical view, noting the strange protrusions along the plants length, each one only an inch long and no wider than her thumb, but they were obvious through her body. When she was about to question it, the vines took hold and lifted her. Blair quickly realised the reason for the protrusions. Her mind was once more sent spiralling into bliss, as her pussy was filled beyond capacity and her walls were stimulated by the strange bumps, as they seemed to find whole new areas of her cunt. When only the head was buried inside her pussy, the size of it so great her lips were stretched taut around it, seemingly leaving no room. She was held there for a second by the vines, until they actually yanked her down, using both gravity and their incredible strength. Blair's head had rolled forward, her body unable to supply the strength needed to keep it aloft, but she didn't mind, as her eyes saw with rapt attention as her body was violated far more than any humans had ever been. The vines didn't stop pulling until she felt the ground against her spread thighs. They had abruptly pulled her head back. Blair initially protested with a dog like whine, but soon saw why, as her very skin rose to meet her eyes. She hadn't even felt it enter her womb, but now she could feel it being stretched far beyond human limits. The protrusions were bigger now, four in particular were situated just beneath the head of the cock, each one easily as big as her hand now, poking through her flesh enough that she was able to reach her tongue out and lick at one. The other bumps were somewhat flexible, but these were hard as bone, something that confused her until she was pulled as far back as possible, until they got in the way, keeping the head locked into her womb. If Blair had any semblance of sense remaining, she would have pondered this, but in her state it only meant more pleasure. The vines repeated the process over and over again. They would pull her down and up, each time sending Blair to cloud nine and beyond, but something kept her conscious throughout the pleasure, despite it being great enough to have possibly killed any other woman by now. As Blair met the bottom once more, she noticed the plants balls, which had expanded noticeably, now each one at least twice the size of Blair herself, the yellow orbs visibly swirling with a continued supply of whatever fluid filled them. The vines stopped moving her, something Blair was less than eager for, until she felt something she had never even thought of in her short life; several vines were lightly touching her virgin rosebud. She could feel their oil running over it. It had never been something Blair ever thought of as sexual. Her flat cheeks something she was almost ashamed of, as such she never paid her anus any mind except for when it was necessary, but now... now she could hardly contain her desire. She wanted it inside her every hole, her cunt, her ass, her mouth even her urethra. As if hearing her desires, handfuls of vines moved to her pussy, placing themselves slightly above her overstretched pussy. Dozens twined around each other and moved themselves to her mouth, which she opened gladly and let them slide in, the vines branching off to explore the cavity and play with her tongue, letting her taste the oil. When a dozen of them suddenly charged down her throat, the ones at her unused ass and urethra entered. Blair was lost to the world. Sounds of birds and the rustling of the tress in the wind were all around her, but they went unheard, as her every sense was focused on her body. Her anus was opened by the many thin tendrils, their combined thickness no more than an pencil, but it still burned from the initial penetration. Not far from that, her smallest hole was receiving a similar treatment, as it too was stretched open, far more than should be possible. Blair could feel the pain from the penetrations, however it soon turned to pleasure, even as they began to thrust in and out of her, every movement reigniting the pain. Still, Blair only released muffled moans and gagged cries, her throat being used in a similar manner. So focused were her senses, that she swore she could feel every individual vine squirming down her oesophagus. Even as she was used in every way possible, Blair still wanted more. Her moans and gags seemed to get the point across, as she cried upon feeling dozens of vines suddenly enter her ass, urethra and throat. The pain was greater than ever, and yet she could only cum from it, gagging around the tendrils in an attempt to beg for more. Blair felt herself being lifted once more, the cock in her cunt and womb sending her into overwhelming bliss once more. They continued like this for several minutes, adding vine upon vine to her every hole, with the sole exception of her pussy. Blair could feel the vines winding through her insides, never retreating more than inch before moving several more inside her, while they also played in her bladder, creating a small, but noticeable bulge at her front, even though it was overshadowed by the one in her womb. Blair even felt the dozens of vines in her stomach. She was locked in an endless wave of bliss. A thought came unbidden about whether she would ever be allowed to leave this place, but her mind only exploded into bliss from the idea. The vines were moving faster now, a new one entering her every second until her asshole was stretched around the equivalent of a grown man's fist, same with her urethra, a place that was never meant to be used in such a way, while her jaw should have dislocated from the amount in her mouth, easily twice that of what was in her ass. She was being pulled down and up every second now. Blair was certain it couldn't get any better. She was cumming every second, unable to pass out and her body only wanting more, even as the pain in her piss canal only continued to intensify. As if to prove her wrong two vines moved to her glistening chest, coated in their early secretions and her own sweat. The tips were aimed at her nipples, small like her breasts, but hard as stone from her desire. Like a cobra, they struck. Blair wasn't sure what was better or worse. The pain in her crotch, or the agony of her breasts, as her nipples were penetrated by literal feet of the vines, more and more of their bodies rushing to enter. Still, it didn't stop her ecstasy as she came repeatedly. Blair was well and truly being fucked now. Her cunt was stretched around something impossibly big, her ass and intestines were being fucked by dozens of thin vines, likewise her bladder was bulging from the sheer number inside her. Her throat faired no better, the sheer number of tendrils violating it visible through her skin, even as they continued to enter her stomach. Blair felt it as the vines in her ass suddenly thrust forward, entering her stomach from the wrong end and sending her into another orgasm, the pleasure mounting atop what she was already going through. Eventually, she felt no more vines entering her body and knew the plant had used them all up. This seemed to serve as a signal to end it. Blair was suddenly yanked down and kept there. Her eyes fell on the twin orbs, each one now twice the size of a well bred stallion. She watched through glazed eyes as bulges began to travel along unnoticed veins on the petals surface. Each bulge was as big as a bowling bowl, causing the cock to thicken around them as they raced to enter her cunt. Blair only came as the first of many stretched her even further. She looked up in reverence. She could see her skin bulging around the bulges now, as they soon raced over her head to the tip, unloading into her already obscene womb. Blair felt it; the fluid filling her, almost scolding in its heat. It must have heightened her already focused senses further, as she swore she could feel it flooding her ovaries. A brief flash of horror crossed her mind; is this the plant's sperm? Before the idea was swept away in a sea of bliss as she felt something else. The vines all over her body suddenly tripled in thickness, each one distending with tennis ball sized deposits of the same stuff currently pumping into her womb. Blair came over and over, the bulges entering her at different intervals, and each one only made her cum again and harder than before. Her head lolled forward and her eyes widened in shock. Even the vines in her breasts were cumming, her flat mound inflating rapidly with the stuff, the tips so tight that not even a drop could escape. They were already approaching DD size and a quick glance at the plants balls showed it was no where near finished with her. Her womb, stomach and bladder had all received similar treatment by then, as she now looked to be in the final stages of pregnancy with twins, or rather triplets as another deposit was added. Even though she was inflating rapidly, to the point where some part of her feared she would actually explode, Blair only continued to exist in a state of pure bliss. Her breasts surpassed G cups while her stomach looked to hold overdue quintuplets. The Cabin Ch. 01 She had no idea how much time had passed. The sun was only just beginning to lower in the distance, and yet the plant was only just beginning to run low. The balls had shrunk a great deal, each only as big as a basketball, while the bulges racing into her overinflated body had also decreased in size, the ones pulsing into her womb no bigger than tennis balls while the ones from the vines were barely ping pong balls. Blair was still conscious and had witnessed her inflation, growing from a quintuplets pregnancy to octuplets, but that was only in the first five minutes. Somehow, the plant testicles were able to hold more than they showed, as her torso was easily five times her entire body. Blair was still cumming every release of the strange liquid. Her breasts had reached the size of her normal body, still plugged by the vines inside her nipples. Her skin had no stretch marks, though the skin was shiny from how stretched it was, even so her flesh was smooth. Several minutes passed and the plant seemed to run dry, the vines setting her down onto the ground even though the cock remained rock hard in her cunt. She was laid down on the petals, something she had paid absolutely no mind to, and only the realised they had grown immensely. Each one was three times the size of her former body. No longer cumming every second, Blair was able to think ever so slightly, as she wondered why they would grow so much. As if in response to her unspoken question, the petals began to move. They rose up, moving to curl around the plant as before, except Blair was currently impaled on all three feet of it, still they did what was needed. Blair quickly thought of a Venus fly trap, her sensible mind returning and making her struggle, however the vine suddenly retracted from her ass and urethra, retraining the thickness they had gained during the plants orgasm, and began to wrap around her, leaving her breasts, stomach, ass and crotch free, however her arms were bound to her sides and her eyes were forced to darkness, just as the petals finally closed around her. With the darkness came exhaustion, causing her to fall asleep despite her situation. Inside the petals the plants cock plugging her began to shrink. It soon returned to its original state, opening the flood gates for the almost, glowing amber fluid to gush forth. The petals had created a water tight seal, preventing any from escaping, causing it to rise up until it covered all of Blair's body, head and all. The fluid packed into her bladder, anus and stomach didn't escape, the vines having moved to plug them, simultaneously supplying her lungs with oxygen and preventing any fluid from flooding her lungs. With her stomach greatly reduced in size, the vines moved Blair into a ball, letting the petals shrink down to better cover her. It wasn't until several hours had passed that she was released. Blair groaned and turned to her side. She didn't want to wake up, her body feeling tired and more than a little warm, however the sunlight streaming into her room refused to let her go back to sleep. She sat up and yawned, pulling the sheets off of her and getting out of bed. As she walked to her bathroom, Blair felt different, almost like there was a weight on her body, yet it didn't bother her. She sat down and did her business before doing her teeth. She didn't look up from her hands as she grabbed her brush and toothpaste, only raising her gaze to the mirror when she began. Yep, she thought, still just same old me. Blair sighed in disappointment, though she was unsure why she expected herself to look different. It wasn't until she walked into her kitchen that she remembered yesterday. Suddenly wide awake and horrified, Blair rushed back to her bathroom and stared at herself. She looked for any sign of a change to her face, body or even her mind, but everything seemed normal. She could think clearly, her body didn't look any different, except for that it felt tired, and her face was as it always had been. Blair sighed in relief and shook her head, thinking it had all been a dream, an extremely vivid dream. Deciding it had been just that, she continued with her morning and made herself breakfast, before packing up to once again search for the flower. There's no way that was real, she thought. A couple of hours later, Blair found her markings. She pressed past the vines, something she did with no small amount of apprehension, and walked into the clearing. As with her dream, she spied the plant, the petals open as it bathed in the sunlight, however she also saw a camera, the same one she had bought with her. Blair could hardly stop her body from shaking, the thoughts of her 'dream' coming back and making her shudder, though she couldn't tell if it was in revulsion or residual pleasure. She shook her head, if it had been real then the camera would have recorded it. Despite her certainty that it had all been a dream, Blair kept her gaze on the plant as she went to the camera. She saw it was off, but still retained a large amount of battery power, further supporting her notion yesterday was a dream and that she had simply found the plant, set up the camera for a bit and left. She found the most recent recording and started it up. Blair watched herself, as she explained about the plant, naming it the Blair Robus. She was about to stop the recording when she saw it; the vines moving towards her. As before, Blair failed to notice them. The vines sensed her presence and made a move towards her taking even greater care, due to both their increased size, each one half as thick as a pencil, and the fact that they knew Blair would be weary of them. This proved unneeded however, as Blair's attention was focused solely on the footage. She watched as she was captured by the vines, stripped then teased to orgasm. Her crotch felt hot, the recording actually turning her on despite the fact that she knew better. Blair tore her eyes from herself to see the plant growing, her mind recalling the events as clearly as the HD recording played them. She couldn't help herself as she reached down into her shorts. The real vines had reached her now. They were bolder this time, their strength having increased with their size, and didn't wait very long before coiling tightly around her ankles. Blair was about to scream but a tendril whipped around her face, muffling the scream as she was lifted into the air once more. Blair struggled, but was soon spread eagled once again, her arms useless against the vines as they once more stripped her of her clothes. She continued to pull in desperation, but the vines refused to give even an inch. As before, they began to secrete an oily substance, increasing Blair's sensitive and bringing her desire to the surface as she moaned despite herself. I'm going to get fucked again, she thought, unconsciously grinning at the prospect. She turned her head to see the plant. It had also grown, now appearing three and a half feet in length, though the thickness had only marginally increased, amber fluid leaked from the tip as before. Blair could feel her pussy dripping now, her desire only increasing despite knowing what was to come. The vines continued to coat her in their secretions, bringing her arousal to greater heights with every movement. She was swaying her hips now, unconsciously trying to tempt the vines, something they reacted to with bravado. A dozen of them penetrated her in a single thrust, once again squirming around inside her. The events continued to play out as they had yesterday. Blair came over and over again, her mind and body no longer willing to fight back, as she was placed over the cock. In a corner of her mind, Blair knew they had done something to her before and again today, something that made her want what everything that happened, and yet she could only urge them on. They moved far quicker than before, the foothold they had gained yesterday making her as crazed as before. They let her drop onto the cock, making her cry out her orgasm to the world. She was pulled on and off the botanical wonder. Each time she came it only became better, the orgasm mounting atop one another. All the while she begged the vines to fuck her ass again, to take her every way they could, to give her all they were able to. They did just that, stuffing her ass, bladder and throat with a dozen vines each, the number increasing as the act continued. As she was fucked well and truly, Blair noticed something different to yesterday; the vines had stopped adding to the ones in her other holes already, despite there being at least six remaining. A flash to yesterday made her realise what they were going to do, bringing Blair to another climax just from the thought alone. The six remaining tendrils split into two groups, each one situated at her nipple. They teased at them, making sure they were as erect as they could be, before one on each side plunged into her breast, making her cry out in agony while simultaneously cumming yet again. Another pair plunged into her, bringing the pain to another level, almost to the point where it overpowered her pleasure, but a powerful pull downwards sent bliss racing through her every cell. The third and final pair entered her tits, all three pairs now trying to force as much of their seemingly, limitless lengths into her breasts. Blair couldn't feel the pain anymore, her entire now feeling like one giant erogenous zone. As with yesterday, she noticed the twin orbs that were the plants balls. They were far, far bigger than before, easily as big as an elephant and then some. Blair was pulled down completely, kept there even as she tried to move her hips against the plant. She watched as before as bulges raced along the veins of the plant, the bulges as big as basketballs, promptly followed by the vines as they sent cantaloupe sized balls towards her. Blair waited with baited breath as the first of many unleashed itself inside her overstretched womb, inflating in a single go. As pleasure all but decimated Blair's mind, she looked to the sky, seeing the sun hanging high. It was noon when the orgasm started. Like before, her torso inflated rapidly. Her stomach already exceeded the size of the plants balls combined, and yet they were still releasing more, granted at a slower pace. Blair's breasts had kept pace, each one twice as big as Blair's normal body was. Once the orgasm ended, the petals once more closed around her. Blair fell asleep once more, but this time she felt no fear, smiling as she slept. The vines thickened, each one as big around as a grown man's thumb, while new, almost invisible vines spawned from the petals themselves, these ones penetrating Blair's very pores. When the plant was done, the vines cleaned and carried her back to her cabin, even tucking her into bed. Blair continued to go to the plant. After the second time she retained full memory of the event and, despite her horror, she couldn't deny the impossible ecstasy it gave her. Just a quick thought was all it took for her pussy to become drenched and her body to begin yearning once more. As she continued to let herself be taken, now actively assisting as she walked to the plant and even sucked on it until it grew too big, at which point she let the vines take over. Blair noticed herself growing, actually growing. Every morning she would look at herself in the mirror. It had been four days since she had started getting the best treatment of her entire life, and something was clearly happening to her besides that. Blair could actually a slight rise to her chest where her breasts were, likewise her butt actually felt soft. She also felt taller, though only slightly. This fuelled her desire to keep seeing the plant. She could care less if it was messing with her body and mind. Though she wasn't the only one growing. With each visit the plant and vines grew, not only that but new vines seemed to grow as well. The tendrils were now as thick as three of her fingers put together, while the stamen, or rather cock as she thought it to be, was easily five and a half feet tall and as big around as her entire body. Despite this her holes must have become extremely stretchy, since she could take everything the plant gave and still want more. Blair wasn't sure if it was the fluid she was bathed every night, something she had managed to stay awake and see, until exhaustion got the better of her, or if the oil the vines made assisted in some way. No matter the cause, Blair was in her own personal heaven. Three weeks after she started, Blair had changed considerably. She was at least three inches taller, while her breasts were now C cups, capped with nipples disproportionately long and thick, while her waist remained trim and fit, her hips had actual flare to them, while her ass was becoming a better and better cushion. Blair no longer wore clothes, since none of her's fit her and she had no need, since no one lived within five miles of the cabin, and no one, except her parents, knew where she was. Her libido had also increased, to the point where simply brushing her teeth was impossible without masturbating. The walk to the plant was always done with both of her hands at her breasts or crotch. As time had passed, Blair had grown much stronger as well. She no longer passed out so quickly when the petals closed around, letting her bask in the warm plant cum, and even feel the vines drying her off. She knew they could carry her to and from the plant, but Blair liked the walk, feeling the air on her body and the ground on her feet. She had found her skin to be a great deal tougher now as well, having stepped on a jagged stone without looking and finding it couldn't pierce her skin. Despite this her flesh was as soft as ever, if not softer. Then it came, the last week of her summer vacation. Blair had placed a order for a lot of new clothes to be delivered to her, several of which were too big for her, but were done in case she grew even more. In the two months since she had come to the cabin, and started fucking an unnaturally amazing plant, Blair had blossomed into a woman pornstars would be envious of. She was preparing to go see her plant, she knew it was her's as it had told her, or at least, in a sense it had. She had found she could... feel its thoughts and feelings, but only to a certain level. She looked at herself in the mirror almost laughing when she thought of how she had looked before. Blair now sported thick eye lashes that framed her oak green eyes perfectly, her cheeks were smooth and soft, her skin without any form of blemish. Her lips were perfect as well, having changed from thin and uninviting, to full, pouting ruby red lips. They were naturally glossy now, despite the fact that Blair wore absolutely no make up. Her hair had changed as well, having become a strange green colour, though her eyebrows weren't the same. The straight waves fell to her new, shapely rear. Blair had grown to six feet tall, possibly six foot one. Her legs had grown long and luscious, her meaty thighs toned and enticing. She no longer had any body hair either, her crotch, arms and legs completely free of any sign of it. Blair looked down at herself in the mirror, noting the beginnings of the six pack her stomach sported, though it was greatly overshadowed by her breasts, her delightful, wondrous breasts. They were each as big as her head and sat high on her chest, sagging just enough to dissuade the notion that they were implants. They were capped with proportionate areola and nipples, though they were thicker than normal, essentially designed for the vines to penetrate. Her waist had not changed much, it was ever so slightly thinner but that was all. Her hips had no looked perfectly designed to give birth. Her ass was the best cushion she could ever ask for, the flesh was toned, but yielded to the touch to the point one might think of jelly, especially since it bounced like the dessert. Aside from that, Blair was physically stronger than any human she knew, having broken a her door off its hinges just a couple of days ago on accident. She was also extremely agile, even dodging a bee that came flying at her when it was only an inch away from her. Her eyesight was much improved as well, able to see very well in darkness, though she still needed some form of light to see perfectly. Her mind was different too, though it wasn't necessarily smarter, however she could think clearly even when she was cumming without end. The plant was massive now. While the cock and vines had ceased growing, though new vines were added everyday, the phallus was almost twice as big as Blair was, while the vines were as thick around as both of her fists together. Even before it grew erect, the stamen was over two feet tall now and the petals had grown along side it. She was kept inside them a lot longer lately, she thought, not that she was complaining. The plant hadn't told her anything was amiss, so she simply assumed it was needed for further growth. With her teeth brushed, her breath still suffering the curse of the morning, though she hoped the plant was going to change that soon. She all but skipped from the cabin. As she made her way to the clearing, several vines met her, essentially holding her hand like they were lovers, which they were even if it wasn't anywhere near traditional. When she spied the clearing, Blair crouched down and leapt up into the air, using her superhuman strength to do so, landing in the clearing almost directly in front of the plant. As the petals unfurled, revealing the source of her every desire, she knelt down before it. Her hands reached out and took hold of the soft stamen, feeling it already beginning to grow harder in her hands, exactly like a real phallus. The tip began to spew the amber fluid Blair had grown to adore. She opened her mouth wide and took the head inside her hungering maw. The fluid rushed over her taste buds, washing away the mint of her toothpaste and replacing it with an overwhelming sweetness, the aftertaste ever so slightly salty but delicious nonetheless. She began to pump the growing length with her hands, forcing more of the amber into her mouth and down her throat as she swallowed rapidly in an effort to keep up, doing so until it finally grew beyond her comfortable reach. Blair was certain she could take it into her throat if she so wanted, however the plant seemed unwilling to do so, insisting that the cock only penetrate her pussy. She wouldn't argue. Blair moaned as the vines wrapped around her. They didn't need to restrain her, simply lift her, as such they were able to coil around her chest, sliding between her breasts while holding them together. It still made her giddy to think that she could now give boob jobs, though she was much more partial to a nipple fuck. No sooner had she finished the thought, than two vines suddenly thrust themselves into her tits, even as her pussy was pulled down onto the still growing cock. She reached down with her vine covered arms and spread her lips apart, granting full access to her urethra, but the vines didn't seem interested. Blair furrowed her brow in confusion but shrugged and spread her ass instead. They didn't respond to that either. She was about to ask what was wrong, when she got the feeling they only wanted her cunt. Blair was apprehensive, understandably so, since her cunt was already stretching immensely around the stamen, and she had never tried to fit anything more into it during their sessions, however they felt calm about it. She smiled and spread her legs as far apart as she could, the vines immediately swarming on the taut entrance. Blair's eyes went wide as, one after the other, they forced themselves into her pussy. The orgasms was stronger than she had ever experienced. Her head lolled back, supported by several smaller vines. Her mouth hung open as her eyes rolled into her head, drool running down her chin and onto her bulging stomach. Blair was barely able to think, her thoughts consumed by her overwhelming desire for more, even as the thirteenth vine stuffed itself into her vagina. The thinner ones picked up their elders slack, as they penetrated her ass and bladder, adding more to her tits, even so the pleasure they generated went almost unnoticed in the face of the sensations radiating from her cunt. Her bliss was so strong she almost missed it as the cock reached its full glory, stretching her flesh like a condom around ten feet of turgid plant dick. As she looked upon her stomach she could see the vines squirming within her. The Cabin Ch. 01 I receive an email from you giving me an address, a set of instructions and a date. I'm going to see you again and it seems you have plans for me. The twists and turns of your mind are both scary and thrilling. You push me to experience new things so far outside my comfort zone. On the date requested, I pack the clothing specified and upon driving to the address I find that I'm getting farther and farther from town. It turns out that the address is a lonely cabin in the middle of nowhere. Per your instructions, I find the key and enter the cabin. Small, homey, clean... everything but the bathroom in one large open room. I quickly change into the outfit you requested. A dark blue lacy bra covers my breasts, sheer enough that my nipples peek through. Matching thong panties reveal more of my generous ass than they conceal. I place the blindfold around my eyes so I can see absolutely nothing and sit in the center of the bed to wait. After much time has passed, I hear another car and then someone entering the cabin. My instructions had also stated that I was not to say a word but I couldn't stop myself from asking, "Master? Is that you?" "You are not to speak, my pet. You have disobeyed my instructions. I will allow you this one lapse but do not speak again." My Master is feeling generous today. I nod to indicate that I will obey. You tell me to lie back on the bed and when I comply, you tie my hands above me to the headboard. Your fingers trail down my arms to my breasts, rubbing my nipples through the lacy fabric. They harden instantly at your touch, my entire body on edge simply from not knowing what you'll do next. Your hands run smoothly over my stomach and then to my back, deftly unhooking the back of my bra. You place one hand under each of my breasts and slide them up under the material. Your hands cup my breasts, thumb and forefinger playing with my nipples. Rubbing, rolling, pinching... my back arches from the exquisite feeling. I'm biting my lip to keep from crying out. You unbind my hands long enough to remove my bra and then tie me up again. With my breasts bared, you start using your mouth to torment me. I feel your lips, tongue and teeth biting and sucking all over my breasts and nipples. I've already become so aroused I can't stay still, my body writhing on the bed. I'm doing whatever I must to keep my skin pressed against your mouth. Then abruptly you move away and I can't feel you at all. Blindfolded, I can't see you. I want to say something, to ask where you are, what's going on but I stay silent. My breathing slows, my body calms and still I wait, on edge, to find out what will follow. Hands touch my ankles. You're at the foot of the bed. Your hands caress my legs, moving ever higher. From ankle to calf, from calf to knee... lingering at the back of my knee where you know I'm sensitive. Your hands move higher trailing across my inner thighs. My pussy throbs in anticipation as you spread my legs further apart. Your fingers spread my lips apart and I cannot hold back a gasp as I feel your thumb moving slowly across my clit. I'm so wet it slides smoothly over and around my clit bringing me closer and closer to the edge.... Then you're gone. I can only whimper in protest, holding back the demand not to stop. Again, as before, you wait a few moments as I come back from the edge, still aroused, heart pounding. Next thing I know I feel your hands spreading me wide again and then your tongue is licking me. Starting at my pussy and going up to tease my clit. You bury your face in me, licking and sucking, biting gently. Your hands slide under my ass, holding me firmly against your mouth. My body is shaking and I'm unaware of anything but your touch. This time when I feel your touch leave my body I cannot help myself. "No, no please, Master! I can't bear it anymore! I need you to finish me! I need your big, hard cock fucking me!" "Tsk, tsk, my pet. I will have to punish you for disobeying me." I'm yelling now, "I don't care! I'll take anything if you'll just please fuck me NOW!" Then I feel your hard length against my body. The head of your cock rests against my pussy. I wrap my legs around you, trying to pull you closer. Suddenly I get my wish and your long, hard cock is buried inside me. "Yes! Yes! Thank you, Master. Thank you!" I come almost instantly. My body orgasms long while you're thrusting hard into me and finally I feel you come. Your cock so deep, filling me with your hot cum. Afterwards, I'm so sated I can only smile sheepishly as you remove my blindfold and comment, "We'll discuss your punishment soon, my pet." The Cabin Ch. 01 Chapter 1: Greg's Story The cabin was on a lake in upper Ontario, near the cottages that four couples owned. My three buddies and I had devised it as a play place to take our wives. We were in our mid forties, each married over 20 years. We first met up here in lake country where many of us come to escape the heat and stress of the city life. All of us were financially successful, had raised our kids to college age, loved our wives but had found boredom in the bedroom. Instead of cheating on our wives, we decided to spice things up. We weren't sure how our wives would take it – but it was certainly getting our steam rolling. We purchased a piece of lake property that was about a ¼ mile from our grouping of cottages. We built a little sex house that held fantasies for all of us and hopefully would inspire our wives. To our knowledge – they knew nothing about this place. It was bigger than a cabin but its purpose was single minded – mind blowing sex for whoever used it. As you walked in the front of the cabin, there was a small sitting area off to the left. On the right was a very large closet which held plenty of video taping equipment. It was large enough for 2 people to watch what was going on in five different rooms. (One of our foursome was an electronic store owner.) There was a large kitchen in the middle of the building with a bar looking out into the sitting area. Subzero refrigerator and large stove and oven with a warming oven provided top notch appliances. A large pantry unit and freezer made certain that whenever someone came to visit,d there would be plenty of food on hand – even if we got snowed in – an electrifying thought for all of us. There were two small hallways on either side of the kitchen. On the right side at the end of the hall, was a very large bathroom with double toilet, large vanity, plenty of floor space, a double sized shower, and a large Jacuzzi tub. The first room was not huge but was covered wall to wall with mattress. Kitchen style cabinets hung on the wall at various places, close enough to reach while sitting down but not close enough to bang heads. Occasionally, there were very large eyelets bolted into the stud walls so they were firmly secured. This was not a bedroom designed for holding clothes. Pillows of every size and description were strewn across the mattress. A TV was mounted to one wall with remotes that could be tuned into a XXX rated satellite or the video camera running from several locations in the room. A mirror covered the ceiling. On the left side of the cabin, there were also two rooms. The first one held a medical exam table. This table was state of the art and top of the line. It has a remote control and was suitable for delivering a baby, doing a proctology exam, being an upright chair, like ENT chair, or just being a wide flat exam table. This exam table was better than anything I had ever purchased for my family practice office. A few strong welds here and there made restraints very convenient. A swivel, height adjustable stool along with metal storage drawers, completed the look. Behind the medical room, was a bondage room with a vault from a gymnastics program, a bolt in the ceiling which could be used for a swing harness or upright chains and a home made rack which could stretch a person to the four corners. Some cabinets held a variety of toys, instruments, and bondage equipment to make the room complete. From this hallway was the access to the room behind the kitchen where there was a large Jacuzzi tub which could comfortably hold 10. There was an outstanding video and stereo system hooked up in this room. With a drink fridge, a remote control which could provide music, video of the rooms' activities, satellite TV, or disc player, this room was a voyeur's delight. A patio door led to a deck which overlooked the lake below. A stumble proof walkway had been placed down to the lake including small garden lights. A boat dock at the lake's edge completed the surroundings. This place had been the idea of three of us during a drunken bitch session about our wives not putting out. We added our fourth buddy and then by sneaking purchases here and there, using business accounts where possible, we had come to the end of our three year, $250,000 development process. Let the games begin! We drew straws to see which of us would get to go first. Ultimately we may all be here together but we didn't want to scare our wives off immediately so the couple approach would be taken in the beginning. They would not be told of the elaborate video taping system that would be in play the minute the front door opened. I drew the winning straw. And tonight was opening night! Our 2 sons had stayed in Guelph as it was the end of the summer and they wanted to spend time with their high school buddies before going back to college in a few weeks. We had a nice dinner on the grill and then I told my wife that we were going out and to put on something sexy. She looked at me questioningly but I shook my head. She turned to leave the kitchen, looked back and I said 'Go!" The anticipation of this evening was killing me. I had waited for this for so long. When she emerged from the bedroom a few minutes later, she looked pretty hot. She had on a low cut sweater that called attention to 40DD's and a skirt that swished playfully around her legs. My wife had always had a sex appeal and tonight she had summoned it in spite of not knowing what was ahead. I really wondered what she had on underneath those street clothes. Four inch sandals completed the look. We could have walked to the cabin but I didn't want her to know where it was or that we owned it so we were going to drive. As she was getting into the car, she said, "Greg, where are we going? Is there a dance in Bancroft?" "No, honey, no dance, just a sexy new place I found that I thought we might enjoy." Boy was that an understatement. I drove towards town. After getting into the small town that was adjacent to the lake, I turned to her and said, 'I want this to be a surprise. Would you please put this blindfold on?" She looked at me with questions in her eyes. She knew something was up but she seemed to know better than to ask. "Alright, this sure is strange. It isn't my birthday or anniversary, so what's going on?" "Never mind. You'll find out soon enough. I promise you that you'll enjoy it. I will make sure of it." At this point I had driven around enough to get her a little disoriented so I drove back to the lake, using the opposite side of the lake access road that we didn't take all of the time. "I know we are out in the country somewhere. I can hear the gravel against the Jeep." "Very good. But don't worry so much about it. Just be prepared to be sexy and enjoy yourself." At this point, wanting to build her tension a little since my tension was already raging in my shorts, I reached over and tweaked her nipple from the outside of her sexy little sweater. "Ooh." "Yep, I expect to hear a great deal more of those types of sounds." "Greg, whatever are you talking about. If you had wanted sex, shouldn't we have just stayed at home? I am not interested in going to one of those sex clubs, you occasionally talk about, you know." "I know. No group sex. I promise, it is just one on one – you and me, babe." At least for tonight, I thought. To calm her down, I used my free hand to caress her left breast slowly and gently." We had now arrived. I didn't really want the blindfold off until we were into a room. Getting her out of the car and into the cabin was now my priority. The dusk was beginning to settle and I didn't want her to fall in the strappy high heeled sandals that she wore. I parked and went over to open her door. "Aren't you ever going to take that blindfold off?" "Not yet. In a few minutes." I helped her out of the car and gently held her arm as I guided her to the front porch. Need to remember to concrete the walkway for times like this, I reminded myself. I opened the door with my key – one of four, knowing that this would trigger the video system and as of this moment. We were being taped – even in the dark. I lead her to the couch in the sitting room while I could turn on some lights. She started to reach for her blindfold. "No, not yet!" I commanded. She dropped her hand obediently. Umm, maybe she will be more submissive than I thought. While I had often wanted to command her, she was a strong woman – the business manager for the hospital where I had privileges. She was used to running a staff of 40 or so and one stare from her could shrivel the strongest of opponents. I had never had the gumption to try it, in our 24 years of marriage. Turning on sufficient lighting, I reached for her elbow and tried to decide which room to start in. I had changed my mind a couple of dozen times. Decision time had arrived. I decided to start in what I think was one of her fantasies – the medical room. We had often talked about playing in my offices but fear of being found by someone and ruining years of carefully developed reputations had kept us from going there. Tonight would be hers. I led her into the Medical room, closed the door, put on a white lab coat, helped her sit on the exam table, and then took off her blindfold. Putting on my doctor's demeanor, I asked, "So what ailment brings you in here today, madam?" Baffled, she looked around at the surroundings, giggled, and before getting into the role play, she asked, "How did you do this? This is great!" Bingo! Picked the right one, I could see the interest light up in her eyes. She sat demurely on the table. "I made arrangements to use this tonight. I thought you might enjoy it. (Not completely a lie.) "Now what brings you in today to see the doc?" I said following back into role. "Well I have this itch and I haven't been to see you for awhile, so I thought I would just come in and have it checked out?" "I know you haven't been here in awhile, so I decided to keep your appointment, but I must tell you that my nurse called off today so I am alone." "That's okay." She responded with a gleam developing in her eyes. "So where is this itch?" I asked, gleaming back at her. "Well, it's, you know, it's down there." She almost whispered, getting very shy all of a sudden. She was really getting into the role play. Little did she know what would come before night's end. "Well, let me look at all of you since it has been so long since you have been in. First you need to take off the pretty sweater of yours." She glanced at me as if she really expected me to leave the room – no way! This was all part of the show. I shook my head and continued to stare and smile at her. She slowly reached and took her sweater off. Underneath, she had on a deep blue lace bra which showed off her engorged nipples and some tit flesh that ballooned out over the top of the bra. I reach out to touch her breasts through the bra, giving a gentle caress to both sides. I nodded as if to say continue. She glanced at me again and I put a more determined look on my face and nodded again. She reached behind her and unclasped the bra. As it came loose, her boobs tumbled from the cups and swayed loose. The nipples were cherry red and about the size of a dime. Nursing does wonderful things to women's nipples. I never told her that the real reason I insisted she nurse until the boys were 2 was so her nipples would get this big. They turn cherry red anytime she is excited. They were big and red now. The bulge in my shorts was getting more uncomfortable by the minute. I smiled and gently took her shoulders and laid her back. Professionally I done this a hundred times, but never to my wife, and it turned me on like never before. I kneaded and caress her breasts. I tweaked her nipples and pinched them gently. I knew she loved this. She moaned slowly. I increased the pressure a bit and her moaning increased as well. I quit suddenly. Pulling her up by her shoulders, I told her she looked great and going back into doctor mode, I asked her to finish undressing so I could complete my exam. Getting more into it this time, she slowly reached around to undo her skirt and then sexily she gyrated her hips to drop the skirt over her womanly hips. Her dark blue bikini matched her bra and soon she had shimmied out of those as well. She was playing shy but I could tell she was turned on like crazy. I laid her back against the exam table and pulled the stirrups from the end of the table. Placing her feet in them, I spread them out about as wide as they would go, opening all of her to me. Just to stay in character, I opened a drawer and extracted a rubber glove which I pulled onto my hand. I inserted my middle finger into her and found her juices flowing fully. She was really into this. I tickled her cervix and rotated my finger to really get her going. I pulled out and used my gloved hand to diddle her clit. At this point she started moaning and moving. "Settle down, young lady, or I will have to restrain you!" I ordered. She glanced at me with wonderment. She wasn't sure whether to believe me or not. I though how she handled things from here would be a telling tale. I reached around, lubed my finger and told her to breathe deep and plunged my finger into her anus. She whelped and then moaned but didn't move. I started pumping my finger into her butt hole and as I did, I used my non gloved hand to enter her pussy again. Using my thumb as I played in her pussy I circled her clit. She moaned, she screamed and at last she started moving and bucking. Oh goodie! "Now, Sherry, I told you what I would have to do if you started moving on me again before I could complete my examination. I am going to have to restrain you." I glanced at her face and found no fear or hesitation on her part. She seemed to accept it. Maybe my wife would accept being under my control. The bulge in my pants almost exploded at this thought. It was getting horrible uncomfortable. I was going to need relief in a short order. First the restraints. Reaching into the drawer again, I pulled a restraint to clip to the sides of the table around her midriff. Adjusting it for my guess on length, I clipped one side to the welded bolts on the side and then reached across her to catch the other side. As my arm brushed her lips, I felt a deliberate kiss. I knew I had won this round. I reached in and grabbed the restraints for the feet in the stirrups, quickly secured them and then grabbed the last one. Walking to the top of the table, I grasp her wrist, attached a soft cuff, pulled it towards the table top, wound the other side of the cuff through restraining bar at the top and then reached for her other wrist and secured it as well. Shortening the soft cuffs, I glanced down at my handiwork. My wife was secured to this examination table; her legs were splayed wide for my pleasure, her arms were pulled tightly above her head, causing her large boobs to rise high on her chest, and she was going nowhere. "Are all tables made this way," She asked. "Only special ones. This is a unique table and has a variety of positions." I replied, not sure if I was in role or not, so I moved on. I went to the end of the table and just stared for a couple of minutes. I then rubbed my hands all along her body. Deciding that I need to give her pleasure before getting any of my own, I sat down on the stool, lowered it and then pushed my face into her waiting pussy. Using my gloved hand, I took my finger and gently this time placed in her butt hole and started gently movement. Her moans turned to screams as my finger went in and out of her dark place and my tongue played in her pussy and gently nibbled and sucked her quickly growing clit. "Harder, Harder, put it in me NOW," I heard. Deliberately wanted her to climax first this way, I shook my head and kept nibbling. Sucking at the little red triangle, I used my other hand to start pumping her pussy as well as her ass. It didn't take thirty second before she started howling and moving as best the restraints would let her. "Oh, OH, Stop, please, put it in me. I can't take any more." She wailed. I released her clit from my mouth but moved my thumb in as a replacement. She continued to moan but the wailing ceased. Then bucking against the restraints, she yelled, "that is number two! God, please put it in!" Grinning and suffering myself, I ask, "What? What is it that you want so much? Have we found the itch you were talking about?" "Yes, yes, you've found it. You are a son of a bitch. I need it now. Put it in? "What, my finger?" Reaching down with my ungloved hand, I pushed two fingers into her hot, juicy pussy. "NO, you asshole, your cock! Your Dong! Your Penis! Or whatever you want to call it, just get that hot, thick piece of manhood in me now." I kicked off my shorts, underwear and all quickly. Leaving the white lab coat on for effect, I grabbed the remote control to this baby. I had already programmed it to the setting that I thought would work best. I dropped the collection tray compartment, angled the table at about 60 degrees so I could see all of her, and raised the whole table to cock height. Ripping off my glove, I took my cock and guided into her gapping hole. I sunk it in balls deep on the first shove. Pistoning in and out, I went rapid fire to burn off some of my pent up frustration. I pulled the stirrups in to close her up and make her tighter on my cock. The tightness was just enough, the anticipation just long enough because another three or four thrusts and I was cumming for the longest time. Spent, I leaned over her body and gently nibbled on her luscious nipples as I caressed her face with my hands. We laid there for a few moments, catching our breath before she leaned up to kiss the top of my head and said, "That was fantastic! I loved it. Oh my good, I don't think I have been fucked that fully in 20 years." "Did you mind being restrained?" "No, I loved being under your control! I have been waiting years for you to take charge." "Oh, you have? Have you? Well then, just wait for more moments like this to come then! Cause, I loved it too!" Stay tuned for the rest of the night from Sherry's point of view. The Cabin Ch. 01 Note: Thank you Captain123 for taking the time to read and provide feedback to this first writing of mine. For the past week or so both Katie and Ken had been anticipating a weekend getaway to the cabin in the woods where they had first met. It had been almost three years since they had been there and much had happened since that first meeting. Katie and Ken were now married and had both endured many months of anguish and pain going through their respective separations and divorces. But within a year of signing divorce papers they had tied the knot in a quiet ceremony and started their new life together in the Northeast where Ken worked. Ken was a tall handsome middle age guy although most would have thought he was 10 years younger. He had a slim athletic build and kept himself in fairly good shape. He had deep blue eyes that Katie absolutely adored, brown hair, and a personality that always seemed to make Katie feel like she was the most beautiful woman he had ever met. And indeed there was truth to what he said, as Katie was a busty blonde beauty that looked much younger than her friends, although she was the same age as her husband. She was petite and maintained her body fabulously. She loved to dance and committed herself to a stringent diet and exercise program that reflected in her appearance. She was everything that Ken wanted in a woman and he adored her immensely. Katie and Ken first met in Katie's old cabin; a second home that she and her former husband had owned. They had secretly met there on occasion during those first months, and it was both there as well as on the phone where they first got to know one another and eventually fell in love. Katie had since learned from a friend that the cabin they had sold during the dividing of their assets was available to rent from the couple that bought it from them, so she jumped on the opportunity to go back once again where she intended to treat Ken to some new sexual surprises even though they had a fantastic sexual relationship already. During the week prior to their weekend getaway, the two of them talked at length about their two evenings they would spend together reminiscing about past escapades and memories they had during those early months of their relationship. Both Katie and Ken had submissive sides to their personalities. Both were pleasers. Both wanted to resolve conflict rather than create it. Both loved doing special things for the other and both had a hard time saying 'no' as neither wanted to disappoint others. Soon after Katie came home from work with the news that she had booked the cabin for the upcoming weekend she brought up the idea of trying out something fun and new while there. "Ken, you know that I am really looking forward to going back to the cabin because it is a place that I have always loved. It's where we first met; first kissed; first made love." "I know. That cabin holds many special memories for me too Katie. That's where I fell in love with you and I'm so glad you took the initiative to plan this outing. I'll be sure to get off work early so that we can get there at a decent hour and have a relaxing weekend getaway." Katie became quiet for a second. Ken recognized her hesitation from past experiences and asked her to verbalize what it was that she was thinking. She looked at him hesitantly but fought through her insecurity. "Ken, I want to ask you something and if you feel uncomfortable with it I want you to tell me so. OK?" "Sure, you know I've always been honest with you," he said wondering where this conversation was heading. "Well, I know that going to the cabin is special in and of itself, but I really wanted to make this a time to remember. You know, like always remember." "Me too Kate," he interrupted as she reached for her hand to hold. "Well along that line then, I was thinking about our past sexual experiences. We had so many firsts in that cabin. It's where we first made love. It is where I gave you that first blow job. It's the first place I shared and swallowed cum with you. It was the first place you ever did anal with me, ever put me against a wall and banged like there was to tomorrow. Do remember those firsts Ken?" "Of course I do. How could I ever forget?" Katie continued to fight through her shyness and continued, "So, I wondered if we could maybe have another first. This first would be one in which you would agree to be willing to do anything that I asked of you sexually for one day and then, in turn, I would agree to do anything that you wanted the other evening. What do you think about that?" A grin appeared on his face as he listened to her proposal. "So what do you have in mind my dear lady?" Katie breathed internal sigh of relief when she saw his receptive look, knowing that he was actually willing consider her offer. "Well, I don't have anything specific in mine", she hesitated and then corrected herself, "that's not totally true, cause do have some ideas, but I thought that we could both think of special things, you know fantasies, special treats, you know, something fun, something different, something mysterious, maybe something new that we would each be in charge of or each be responsible for when it was our day to be in charge. But if you don't want to do this, I understand." "Oh no, it's not that at all. I just wanted to make certain that I understood what it was that you were thinking. That's all. I think your idea sounds great. How about you take Friday and I'll take Saturday?" Katie beamed and jumped on top of him as he sat on the sofa in their living room. "Thank you, thank you thank you," she said excitedly, "I think this is going to be a really fun time. And anything goes, ok?" she said, giggling once more before adding, "but the other person has the right to decline at anytime if they feel uncomfortable. K?" "OK, my love. I'll have to start thinking and planning and come up with something special that will be just for you." "Yes you will, and so will I," she replied with a big smile. "This is going to be so much fun," she added, and settled on him more comfortably as they began to kiss deeply. They spent the next several minutes kissing and Katie's hands caressed her husband's chest slowly making her way down to his groin where she could feel his rock hard cock under his blue jeans. She knew what her touches did to him and she loved the feel of his cock in her hand just as much as he enjoyed her stroking him. She loved knowing that she could control the temperament of his manhood and by doing so control Ken himself. It was a type of control that she both appreciated and loved and one that she was going make the best of on Friday when he she had her day to use him to her full advantage. Katie and Ken were two very different persons privately then they were publically. Both tended to quieter in public but still interacted comfortably with others. But should you have asked their friends to describe this couple words like polite, respectful, conservative, and religious were words that would likely be used. However in bed they were much different than what they conveyed to others. They were fun, spontaneous, aggressive and even a bit adventurous. They loved sex and took time to be intimate almost nightly. It was a priority in their lives, but Katie was interested in using this weekend at the cabin to enhance their sexual intimacy even further by asking Ken for his submission, and in return agree to submit to his every wish. "Ken I know it's only Monday but I have one request for you in preparation for my Friday. I don't want you to cum between now and then. OK?" she said, as she continued to stroke his cock. By now she had reached down and pulled it upward so that its head poked free of Ken's jeans and she was licking pre cum from her finger as she spoke. "What?" he said, as he broke his kiss with her. "Why not? I can't remember the last time since we've been married that I haven't cum in that long of a time. I'll be ready to explode by Friday." "I know. That is exactly how I want you. It's part of my request for my day. I want you nice and full for me. So that means no cumming between now and Friday. Won't you do that for me Kenny?" she whispered in his ear as she kissed his neck. She knew that he was putty in her hands right now as he caressed his cock and pressed her body tight against his. Reluctantly he agreed to her wishes has he squeezed her small tight ass. The week flew by and by Friday morning, they were packed and on their way to the mountains. The trip was a long one – almost seven hours - which would put them there around dinner time. After a few hours driving, they stopped for lunch and refueled. Katie asked Ken to pop the trunk as he got into the car and Katie returned with a grin on her face. "What are you all smiles about Katie?" He asked as he leaned over and kissed her soft lips. "Well, it is Friday right?" She said as she spun a black rubber ring around her index finger playfully. "Yes. So?" "Well Friday is my day so I'm in charge right?" "Ah, so that's what has you all worked up now. What's that?" He said motioning with his eye to her ring. "What can I do for you my mistress this beautiful Friday afternoon?" he said playing the part of the submissive husband. She ignored his questioning for the moment. "Take off your pants. I want you driving the rest of the way naked from the waist down. I think your cock needs room to breathe don't you? And I think I need to be able to access it too while you drive. Don't you agree?" "Well, now that you mention it, I think it does need some of your attention." He quickly slipped out of his jeans and boxer briefs and gave them to Katie. He normally drove barefoot anyway but now he was left with only his cuffed white sleeve shirt on - a look that Katie loved. "Perfect. Well almost. I need to add one more item to your attire and you will be complete. You know what this thing is?" She asked as she gave it to him to hold. "No, I have no idea." "It's something that is going to keep you from cumming accidently. It's a cock and ball ring. I read about these things and picked them up at the adult shop in town. I want to see how it works," she said excitedly focusing her attention on his cock and slipping the ring first around his balls and then pulling his cock through the small opening. The band was not to tight around his cock at the moment but it was quite wide and stretched his sac tight. It pulled his balls away from the root of his cock and toward the head of his shaft. This pull is what was going to keep his balls from retracting upward when his urge to ejaculate came. "You know, you're supposed to this with your cock relaxed not stiff so I'm glad you are complying here. But maybe I can get all that to change in a minute," she said giggling. She stroked his cock and fondled his balls. His cock slowly responded and is it did, it pulled his stretched balls up tight under his cock. Ken could feel the tension the band created as it both helped to keep blood in his shaft as well as pull his balls tight. The ring forced had the additional effect of being able to squeeze the vessels shut that allowed cum to pass from his balls, up and out of his cock. With the ring on, now even if he wanted to cum, he couldn't. "You are a bad girl Katie. You got me all worked up now thinking you were going to stroke and suck my cock since you've kept me from cumming all week, but now you aren't going to let me cum even if I wanted to." "If you don't want to wear it, just tell me," she said coyly, as she continued to fondle him. "Remember our agreement? We only do what we both feel comfortable doing." "I know sweetheart. I love you and will proudly wear this for you. It actually feels nice with the pressure around the base of my shaft." "Good, that's the effect I want. Nice and tight but not painful. I had a few different sizes just in case I guessed wrong. And you know I like the look too. I love squeezing your balls and seeing them all nice and perky around the base of your cock," she said laughing as she squeezed the balls she now held that she had shaved baby smooth the evening before. That was another part of her Friday request. That she be permitted to shave his chest, butt, and cock to her liking. It was something that Ken had done on his own every week or so but this time she removed all of his pubic hair leaving him totally smooth rather than leaving the bush that he normally kept above his cock.. The shaved look accentuated the length of his shaft and Ken too, thought it gave him a nice look and feel. The couple continued their trip south listening to some of their favorite country CDs and enjoying some great conversation. Katie moved over to the middle of the car seat, and cuddled up to him. He loved it when she did and on this trip she was especially affectionate and in doing so, kept his cock at an erection the entire time. She stroked it teasingly, knowing the erotic effect it was having on him. She watched him as she stroked and loved the feel of power she received by touching his genitals gave her. "I think I'm going to have to see if my little ring here really works as it's supposed to." Without waiting for a response she came down on him, playing first with the pre-cum that oozed from his head, lapping it up with her tongue. She loved the taste and Ken always oozed when he got excited. It was one of those little things about him that she enjoyed. She began to lick him from top to bottom and then took time to bury her head between his legs, taking his balls into her mouth. They were now drawn taut from the restriction of the ring but she enjoyed the feeling of their fullness in her mouth. Everything about his genitals stimulated her. She loved sucking him off like this. Finally she went down on him deeply, driving him wild each time she did. Over the months since they had met, Katie had developed the art of deep-throating and had accustomed her mouth to his cock so that now she could take him fully without gagging. She loved the feeling of accomplishment when she took him fully and she knew that within a few minutes of her sliding his cock deep down her throat that he would soon orgasm. She pumped him again and again as she listened to him moan. "Katie I'm going to cum." His body shook and he bucked his hips up into her as his body tensed, but nothing happened. The ring worked. He could feel his balls trying to retract but the ring held them in place. He could orgasm but not ejaculate!! Katie was so proud of her self. She looked up at him smiling, but still continuing to tease the head of his shaft as she did. Ken pulled the car off to the side of the road and kissed her passionately. "Katie that felt so nice even if I didn't cum. But man that would have been an explosion in your mouth had I been able. This thing is pretty amazing." "It sure is," she said, astounded that almost nothing had seeped out of his rock hard cock, and that his cock remained just as hard as before his orgasm, "but I think we better get driving don't you, or we'll never get there?" He pulled back on the interstate and Katie took on the task of testing her cock and ball ring once again. She tormented him for the next few hours constantly bringing him to dry orgasms again and again. Thankfully there was little traffic on the highway this particular afternoon. They pulled into the driveway of the mountain cabin and just looked around. "This is where it all started Katie. Do you remember that night when I followed you up the mountain and we first met? Wow. You looked great then and even three years later, you haven't changed at all. You are one beautiful woman." "Well, you looked good then too, but I must say, you look even better now," she commented while stroking his cock which was still aching but starting to relax after being tormented for so long. Katie had brought him to one dry orgasm after another. His body was salty from the sweat of each one and his body ached internally to be free of the ring that prevented him from fully releasing his sexual tensions. He wanted to cum and tried on repeated occasions to make himself ejaculate, but it was to no avail. The ring kept his balls from contracting upward, and in doing so, prevented the release he so desperately sought. Katie had him wound incredibly tight sexually. She loved feeling the tension in his hips each time he tried to cum. She loved the feel of his hand on the back of her head driving her mouth down on his cock as he strived to see if he would come this time. She loved hearing the sounds of him losing his mind to her as she manipulated and controlled his sexual desires. She wanted a sexually crazed husband to fuck at the cabin and now had him in the state of mind that she so desired. His lust for her was at a peak, right where she wanted it to be. Ken's only relief during the entire trip was the steadily forming droplets of pre-cum that Katie gathered with her finger and either ate or fed to her husband. Katie was enjoying herself fully but Ken was left in a state of wanton desire. She loved how he looked at her right now. He was eager to get out and get inside after such a long road trip but Katie grabbed his cock as he was about to open the car door. "Remember Kenny, this is my day and I have a few rules for you to follow that I want to go over. First, I will go in and check out the house and see that it is ready for us. I want you to unload the car and just leave everything we brought on the floor at the top of the stairs. Don't, under any circumstance, come into the house! I'll put everything away at some point. But for now, just leave them at the top of the steps. When you have everything in, you wait until I come and get you." "Sure, but when can I take off this ring. I need to cum so bad." She grabbed his cheeks firmly with her hand directing his gaze into hers. "That ring stays on until I say it comes off! Understood?" She stated her question with authority. "Yes Katie, I understand it's just that I feel like I am going to explode, that I need to explode." "Good. That is my intention. It's a new feeling for my husband now, isn't it? You're always so well mannered....so in control. Well today, I'm going to change that. Today you are going to crave me. Today you are going to be by slut. And when I finally let you cum it's going to be on my terms and when I want you to, not when you decide." She enjoyed so much the sexual frustration that she was seeing in him. She had never seen him quite like this. It was if there was this insatiable desire to be free from this 'thing', this need to cum, but he had no way of ridding himself of his current emotion. She knew his cock ached for release but she also knew that he must be hornier than hell right now too. "Katie, this is so hard. I'll do anything for you. Just take this ring off me, baby," he pleaded helplessly. "Get out of the car," she ordered, ignoring his plea for relief. "Can you grab my jeans in the back seat so I can be decent while I am out in public?" "No way. You are mine remember? Just forget that you even own jeans cause they aren't going back on your sweet ass until tomorrow when it's your turn to be in charge. But for today, you are mine and I intend to enjoy seeing you all naked and unashamed." Katie giggled, and then kissed him on the cheek before telling him once again to get out of the car. She too got out and moved to the front, slipped out of her jeans, spread her legs, bent forward on the front hood and motioned for him to come. "Get down on your knees and tend to my asshole. I want you to clean me up after that long ride. And don't forget the inside as well with that little tongue of yours." She bent over, thrusting her ass back into his face as he held her hips and pushed his face into her, cleaning her crack and hole as ordered. Katie relaxed as he gently licked her. The feelings of him licking and rimming felt so nice. She loved it when he gave her attention like this, something he had rarely done as she ordered him to do now, although on occasion he would lick her anus while he ate her pussy. But this direct attention, the length of time he was spending eating her from behind now, felt so nice. She could tell she was getting all wet but wanted to continue her submission of him inside. After what seemed like a good 15-20 minutes she pushed his face away as if she wanted no more of him and pulled up her jeans. The Cabin Ch. 01 She walked away and called over her shoulder, "make sure you get everything inside as I asked you and don't you dare come into the house." She opened the trunk and grabbed one small bag, her 'goodie bag' as she called it, and headed inside the cabin to freshen up, leaving him kneeling in front of the car staring at the wet pussy juices she left for him as a reminder of how nice his attention to her ass had made her feel. It didn't take long to bring in the few suitcases along with the food and other miscellaneous items they had brought. He carried each to the top step from the basement entrance and left them there as Katie had ordered. By the time he had made his last trip he noticed that his wife hadn't even moved one bag. Ken figured she was just in the bathroom freshening up. "Katie, my love, I am here and waiting for you," he called out. There was no answer so he stood there as told waiting. A few minutes later Katie appeared from around the corner and took him by surprise. "Wow! Aren't you a sight for sore eyes? You can bet that I'll be your sex slave for a day. You look fantastic. Where did you get that outfit?" Katie smiled back at him as she extended her hand and invited him into the house. She led him into the living room and instructed him to kneel. At first he thought this whole control thing had ended, but soon realized it hadn't when this goddess of a wife he was staring at put him in a position of submission before her. He loved the role she was playing and knew that this really would be a night he'd likely never forget. "Here, swallow these pills," she ordered, as she gave him a bottle of water. He did as he was told without question. "They should get you going again," she said while playing with his limp cock with the tip of her shoe. "I told the doc you had ED issues just so I could get my hands on some sample packets of meds for this occasion. I intend to use that cock of yours to my liking tonight and I don't want it going soft on me," she said mockingly, "....and there's more where that came from should the meds wear off before I am done using you." Ken couldn't help but lust after his wife. She looked incredibly sexy standing before him, even if she was trying to demean him in some playful way. "Katie, you look fabulous," he said changing the subject from the pills. "You like the look?" she said as she spun around before him. "I thought you would." "You bet I do. Are you dinner?" he said jokingly admiring her outfit. She had on 4-inch black high-heels with matching black stockings and garter. Her blouse was a short sleeve sheer white top that was completely unbuttoned but tied below her breast. Her sexy top covered her voluptuous D cup breasts and looked enticing indeed, but the garter without any panties left nothing to the imagination and gave Katie that slutty yet commanding look she was seeking. Her pussy was already glistening in the light of the few candles that were lit in the room. "Now for rule number two." "Oh no, more rules," Ken muttered as he felt the effects of the drug. His cock was visibly moving and slowly becoming re-engorged with blood. He liked the feeling of his oncoming erection but dared not touch or stroke it for fear of offending Katie. "Yes, more rules. Rule number two is that you are to remain on your knees as you are unless I tell you otherwise. Furthermore, if I come close to you like this," she stepped forward straddling his face," you are to kiss and lick my cunt repeatedly like a good slut. However you are not to touch any other part of my body unless instructed to do so. I just want to feel your sweet lips and tongue tending to my pussy. Do you understand?" "I think I can handle that rule. Got any more for me?" "Yes, Rule number three is this. For tonight you are my lover. You are here to please me. You are not here for self-pleasure although I know that you will receive much pleasure before the night is through. Rather, you are mine. In essence you are my slut-husband and although I love you more than anything or anyone else, tonight I intend to use you as I wish. Do you understand what I am saying?" "Yes, my lady I understand," he said, as he stopped kissing her pussy long enough to answer her. Katie squatted down so that she was at eye level with him. She raised his chin with her hand and kissed him on the lips. "Now tell me, who are you to me, Kenny?" she asked, grabbing his now throbbing cock. She squeezed him hard waiting for him to answer. "I am your lover tonight," he whispered. "Yes you are. What else are you?" reaching under to painfully squeeze his bound balls hard in her small hand. "I am your slut-husband tonight as well?" he said winching in pain. "Yes you are," she answered once more as she tongued his mouth and squeezed his pulsating cock that remained just inches away from her spread pussy. Katie lifted his cock to her pussy and began to move it over her clit. She remained squatting, her ass against her heels just inches from her kneeling husband. He looked up into her eyes as she enjoyed the feeling of his dick against her wet clit. She returned to her questioning. "And what will my little slut do for me tonight?" Ken hesitated thinking before he answered, "anything and everything that you want, my lady." "Anything Kenny?" "Anything Katie, he answered with resolve, "I am yours. I want you to use me as you wish." She stood back up and straddled his face once more. He began to lick and kiss her clit in obedience to her. "Good boy. Yes, that feels nice. You have always known how to turn me on with that mouth of yours. But as to your willingness to do anything, well we shall see how true to your word of submitting to my wishes you are willing to go by the end of the night." She put her hand on his forehead and pushed his face away from her cunt acting as if he was just a nuisance even though she was enjoying his attention thoroughly. "Well, let's see about your willingness to obey. Put your face to the ground and get your ass up nice and high for me." Katie walked over to her goodie bag and pulled out a large butt plug. It was made of metal and had a flattened end allowing the user to easily maintain it while lying supine. She rubbed the plug up against her sopping pussy and then lifted his head by his hair. "Here taste some more of me," she said as she put the plug in his mouth. "Get it nice and wet. Looks like you're going to get your own anal pacifier after all?" Katie giggled as she watched the fullness of the plug fill his mouth. He said nothing but tried not to gag as she pulled the plug in and out of his mouth several times. After toying with it she pushed his head back to the ground and sat on his back facing his upturned ass. Katie spit on his ass getting him nice and moist and began probing him forcing his muscles open. She spit on him a few more times and slowly watched his tight ass open. Although Ken groaned not knowing how much wider he'd have to dilate she continued her invasion of his ass. She knew that Ken loved fucking her anally but now it was his turn to feel that same invasion. Only this time, she was giving him something significantly thicker than his own cock. "Relax would you? Fighting this isn't going to keep me from putting it in. I bought a medium plug for you but spent some extra money on the design so you should be happy. Not only did I take pity on you with the size, it will look good on you when you walk around for me." Ken continued to groan beneath her with each insertion as his muscles fought the intrusion of the plug, but Katie maintained constant pressure and slowly his sphincter yielded to the unrelenting pressure. She gave one hard final push as he cried out in pain as she watched the plug seat itself and his sphincter muscles tighten around it. All that could be scene was a flat circular metal disc the size of a 50 cent coin. "That's a good boy, not only do I like that you are going to tend to my needs tonight, I like the look and knowing that you got something significant to massage that prostate of yours and get you ready for me. I hope you like it. I bought it with only you in mind my love." As Katie got off his back she had him stand and bend over for her to take a look at the plug now solidly clamped in his ass. "Go fetch me a glass of wine while I put some music on. And pour yourself a glass too. But I want you to down that one immediately. Then you can pour yourself another one. I need to loosen you up tonight. You're more fun that way." Ken left to do as he was told while Katie found a CD of some of her favorite music that she had burned just for this evening. The feeling of the plug was odd. It felt full as well as heavy but gave him a pleasant sensation as it moved against his prostate. He jugged down a full glass of wine as directed, then returned with two glasses in hand. His cock was sticking straight out and throbbing from the effects of the drugs now forcing blood into his ever thickening shaft. Katie lifted her glass for a toast. "To an evening of absolute pleasure for your mistress Katie," she said looking into his deep blue eyes. "To an evening of absolute obedience to my mistress Katie," Ken added, as they sipped together. Katie held his glass up to his mouth encouraging him to swallow more of the wine as she loved the effect it had on her hunk of a husband. "Let's dance," she said pulling herself tight against him and resting her head on his smoothly shaven chest. He could feel his cock pushing into her belly so she lifted it so she could press her body closer to his and feel the warmth of his embrace as they danced and kissed. "You love me, don't you?" she said breaking the silence. "Yes I do. You are my girl and I love you very much." Katie broke their embrace as one of her favorite Zumba songs began to play. "Get down on your knees and watch me," she ordered as she untied her blouse and retied it behind her. Her beautiful breasts shown in the candlelight. She bent forward offering each one to his mouth to suckle on while she swayed her ass to the music. Stretching her arms over head, she resumed her dance, knowing what the movements and sight of her body was doing to his mind. She knew he was lusting for her. She spun around and thrust her hips toward him, ran her hands down her body and over her supple breasts as she seductively danced for her man. Pulling him to his feet by his cock, she stroked it lightly and ran her hands across his muscular chest. Ken watched her intently, never taking his eyes off of her. She turned and ground her ass into his cock as the beat of the music encouraged her to do so. He felt her small body pressing into his and lost himself in the lust of her movements. Finally she moved behind him and pressed her body tight against his, grabbing his cock with one hand and reaching between his legs to squeeze his balls with the other. She played with him until the song finished its pounding beat, asking once more if he loved her. "My lady, I love you more than anyone or anything. I'd do anything for you." "Mmmmm. I like the sound of that," she cooed from behind. "How about you get down on your knees and lick my pussy again." She released her grip and he knelt before her. She moved above him and he began to eat her. She continued to walk another foot forward forcing him to arch back and support his weight with his hands behind his body while she straddled his face. She wanted him in this position. Helpless and off-balance; his body arched and cock erect, and she his only concern. He licked her with a vengeance as she moved her hips in response to the sensations he was creating within her. His tongue felt so nice lapping against her soft labia and clit. She loved the orals he gave her but this one was special as she had never presented herself to him in this way. Although sometimes taking on the role of the dirty girl she had never dressed like this for him nor made him kneel to obey her every wish. She loved both the power she had over him as well as the lust she had created in him by making unable to cum after so much stimulation of his cock during the ride to the cabin. The music beat on as it played another one of her favorite dance songs. As her emotions and feelings got the best of her, she grabbed his head with both hands and pulled his face tight into her sopping wet pussy. "Fuck my cunt with that tongue and face of yours," she demanded as she now violently used his face for her pleasure. He felt helpless in the position she put him in. Even though she was a woman barely over 120 pounds and petite, she overpowered him and ground her hips into his face at will. He tried to tongue and lick her clit but he was at the mercy of her now as she used his face to buck her hips on. Ken just licked and sucked on whatever part of her pussy she gave him. He loved the feeling of being used by her and loved licking her pussy regardless. He worshipped her cunt. He drove her closer and closer to the brink of an intense orgasm and as she came ever closer she pumped her cunt over his face and pulled him in to him with all of her strength. She felt so hot. So sexy. So in control. So wonderful. The mixing of all of those thoughts and sensation brought her to one of the most intense orgasms she ever experienced. "Ohh, my gosh. Yessss, Yessss YESSSSS!!!! You feel so fucking good. Lick my cunt. You are mine and I love what you are doing to me." She came with a shutter and a scream as she pulled his face in to her pulsing cunt one last time. She held him there for seconds on end, as she soaked in the feelings deep within her sex. She pulled his face against her so tightly that he was unable to breathe but he did not resist. Finally she pushed him away and collapsed gasping on the nearby sofa. Ken remained still, his face covered with her pussy juices while he watched his wife fondle her breasts and pull at her nipples as she lay, her cunt wet from the grinding of her husband's face beneath her. "That felt so nice. I think I want some more," she said after regaining her composure. "Lay down on the ground. I want that tongue of yours to treat me to another round." He crawled over on the plush carpet and laid on his as Katie approached him from above. "Kenny, you are one good looking sex toy," she said, admiring her husband's body and throbbing cock as he lay supine before her. She stood for some time in awe of his body, and then knelt above his head to massage his chest and abdomen. Even in his mid fifties, he had the body of most men in their early thirties. She loved touching him. She loved looking at him. She loved what this body she caressed could do to her. "Mmmmm, I think I need some more excitement," she said crawling forward and kneeling on his chest and kissing his cock; her ass staring in his face. Katie moved back until she could feel his tongue once again touch her swollen cunt and settled over him as those wonderful feelings began to wash over her body once more. She held his cock with both hands and buried her face against his shaft, kissing it and licking it as she enjoyed the sensations of having her husband-lover pleasure once more. As he sucked on her clit and her orgasm once again approached she pressed herself into his face and began to suck his cock. Ken was in heaven. He loved being here. He loved eating his new wife. He loved making her every wish come true, and he loved the sensation of her mouth engulfing his member. He just wanted so badly to cum, but the tightness of the cock ring, and her pulling on his balls each time she knew he was about to ejaculate, prevented any such event from occurring. He felt like he was about to explode. Each time his body just tensed and shook from Katie's attention to his cock as well as from the pleasure he received by being able to munch on her wet pussy, swallowing her juices as they dripped into his mouth. Soon he felt that familiar feeling as Katie's body began to tighten and shake as another orgasm filled her soul. Katie wrapped her arms around Ken's waist and pressed her cunt into him has she cried out in delight to the wonderful feelings of another orgasm. "Oh my god!! Oh my god, Ken, you know how to make me feel so good!!!" she kept repeating as she collapsed, letting her sweaty body fall on him while unwinding once again. He could feel her working on the ring that had a stranglehold of his cock and balls. She was able to work it off him despite his erection. Instantly he felt the pressure of its constriction subside. She sucked him a few more times before moving to kiss him passionately on the lips. "Kenny, you have five days of cum stored up in your balls and it's about to come out in a few minutes. You ready to pump your cum into me? You ready to let me make you feel wonderful?" She could see the lust in his eyes and he didn't need an answer as his thoughts were evident. She knew what he wanted as well as what he desperately needed. She watched his facial expressions, enjoying the want, the desire, the carnal look, that she could see in his eyes. She knew how bad he wanted release and she was going to allow him that after so many days of denial. "I am," he replied, returning her gaze and kissing her. "You remember now, you are my slut even though I love you dearly. And tonight, sluts do as they are told." "I promised you I would, Katie. I'm actually enjoying this adventure." "Good, cause you are going to let me fuck you and then you are going to clean out my pussy like I've been dying to have you do. I want to see that cum in your mouth. It turns me on when I know you are eating your own juices. But don't you dare swallow any of it! You understand?" Ken had never eaten his wife after she had cum. Although Katie loved the taste of his seed and had swallowed him almost nightly, and although he had shared cum with her after she sucked his rod at times, he had never gone down on her after cumming inside. It was just something that he never could make himself do. There was something wrong about and up till now, she had never insisted that he do. But tonight he had none of those feelings. He wanted release so badly and he wanted to please every wish his wife requested. It was now that he would cross that 'next' line in their relationship sexually. It was now that she would watch his creamy seaman drip from her sopping pussy into his longing mouth. Not only was he about to eat her like this for the first time, he was going to beg to take his cum. "Yes. I understand." "Good, now don't move." Katie climbed off him and put in another CD and cranked up the volume. 'Gett up', by Prince, blared out of the speakers as she came back and mounted his cock and plunged herself completely down on him with one movement. Katie ripped her top off and ran her hands over her tight body. "Tell me," she said pounding up and down on his cock, "What do you see? Do you see your wife having the time of her life fucking her slut-husband? Is that what you see? Tell me. I want to hear you say it!" "Yea, that's exactly what I see. I see the most beautiful woman I've ever known fucking a cock you just can't get enough of." He paused for a second watching her rocking on him to the beat. "You look so fucking sexy; so beautiful. You are so hot Katie. Use me now! Come on girl. Fuck me like you've always wanted to. Make me explode my load into your hot pussy. Make me want you more than I ever had before. I want you to make love to me like you've always wanted. C'mon girl, DO IT!!" Katie moved more aggressively as she got into the mode of a slut slamming her submissive husband. She loved the power that he gave her and anticipated even more the view she was about to watch between her legs of him eating her after he unloaded. She grabbed his head and pulled him to his elbows and pushed her wine glass to his mouth. The Cabin Ch. 01 "Drink all of it now." He swallowed it quickly as she poured it into his mouth and then made him drink the remainder of his own. Soon the buzz in his head intensified and he lay back watching the most beautiful woman he had ever known use his cock for her pleasure. She arched her back and put her hands on his thighs rocking her hips back and forth. She bobbed up and down on him with abandon as she stretched her arms high overhead and danced to the music. Her strong tight thighs pumped him as she filled her pussy with his rod each time. "Squeeze my breasts. Touch my body. I want to feel your lust for me. Grab me hard. Come on, I want to feel used. I want to feel like a slut right now...... Do it cause you are going to fill my pussy until it has so much cum in it you aren't going to be able to swallow it all! Use me. Use my body," she demanded. Ken just let his emotions go as he groped her like she was nothing and yet everything to him. He squeezed her nipples until she screamed. He ran his hands over her body like he wanted nothing more than to feel all of her all at once. He told her how beautiful she was; how perfect she looked dancing on his cock; how incredibly sexy and seductive she was. He found himself now pounding in rhythm to her thrusts as the music filled the room. He grabbed and squeezed her thighs, her waist, and her breasts. They were now both beyond reason. Two people filled with desire, lost in the moment with lust and want for one another. Ken, lying beneath his beautiful slutty wife, groping her and about to cum. Katie, pounding away at the husband she adored and who had agreed today to follow every order she gave. Both of their bodies were tight and sweaty from the intensity of the sex. She ground her cunt deep down onto her husbands' throbbing cock. The impending orgasm that was building deep inside each one took complete control of their minds and actions. They became two lovers melding as one in this act of love; this act of lust; this act of union that overwhelmed each of them. They were in shear ecstasy and totally out of control as they groped at one another's' bodies. They reached climax together. Katie dug her fingernails into her husband's skin as she clawed him passionately. And then they came. They shook and screamed as they orgasmed; she thrusting down on him, and he violently thrust his cock into her as he squirted again and again into her waiting pussy. She could feel his hot cum filling her with a volume of fluid she had never felt before. The sensations were intense; the act carnal; the love for one another incredible. She looked at him beneath her with an intense love. She was his and he was letting his body and mind be used by her. As their emotions subsided, she reached and cupped his face in her hand and mouthed a kiss. "Now comes the best part," she said as she slipped off him and straddled his face. She kept her pussy a few inches above his face and watched the first drops of thick white cum fall into his waiting mouth. "I've wanted you to taste me for such a long time after we've made love." She watched him willingly take his cum. There was no resistance, no hesitation. It was as if he'd done this a thousand times before. Katie loved this. She watched drop after drop fall into his mouth or land on his lips, only to be lapped up by his tongue as he gobbled down his seed. "Taste good slut?" Katie teased as she mouthed yet another kiss his way. "Um hum," he muttered, as he reached wantonly with his tongue toward her pussy now filled with a mixture of both of their juices. "Suck me clean Ken. But keep it all in that pretty little mouth of yours. " His white cream dripped more rapidly now as it found its way downward from her sex. She watched the now stream slowly fill his mouth, she could see his tongue now completely covered with a white sticky coating as his juices filled him. She lowered herself on him and he licked as deep as he could inside her pussy. He could taste the salty flavor of his cum and feel its thickness coat his mouth. Katie contracted her muscles and as she did cum gushed out. Katie's eyes never left his as she watched him eat her yet again. But now he was collecting something that she too wanted desperately. When she felt like she was empty she rolled off him and lay next to him. His mouth was nearly full with a mixture of the two of them. "Give it to me. I want it all," she said lustfully, pulling his face to hers. Ken climbed on top of her and kissed her. Small drops of seaman entered Katie's mouth. She kissed him more passionately wanting him to open wide so she could taste his seed. He did as her kisses commanded, and released his load, letting it flow from him to her. They kissed as only true lovers can kiss, sharing cum as their tongues explored one another's mouths for many minutes and feeling intensely satisfied. Finally Katie swallowed his load, satisfied and content for the moment. She cuddled up to her man and rested securely in his arms. She fell asleep in his arms as he lay wide awake holding his lover tightly. After some time she woke with a quiet peaceful feeling inside. She indeed was in love with this man that she was snuggled up so tightly to. .................................... "Ken, are you ready for the next round?" "As you wish, my lady," he whispered back glad to hear she had finally awakened. "Now are you sure, cause this is going to be a new surprise for both of us, but it's something I really want to do?" "Katie, I trust you and if you have a fantasy you want to live out, then who better to experience it with than with the guy you love." "What do you want me to do?" "Go into the bedroom and carry that full length mirror and put it over there by the pool table. Then wait for me there." He found a large six-foot oak-framed mirror in one corner of the bedroom and carried it over to where she had directed and set it in place between the wall and the pool table. The fact that it was mounted on an oak stand made it easy to position. Katie, now bare-chested and stunningly gorgeous in her heals, hose and garter brought over two candles, placing them at either end of the table to add some light in the blackened room. She adjusted the position of the mirror slightly to her liking. "Perfect. This is going to be such a hot scene," she said mostly to herself." She ripped open a condom from its wrapper. "Another item from my 'goodie bag' that I brought just for this occasion", she commented as she kissed him and rolled it onto his cock. She left ample room at the head while rolling it on to receive the contents he knew she would soon spill into it. Katie bit her lip as she squeezed his cock and smiled. "This is going to so nice. I hope you like it as much as I'm going to." Ken could tell that she was truly excited about what was about to take place. "What is this for?" He asked curiously. "You just wait and see. I don't want to waste any of that delicious cum of yours now do I? I love tasting you and I need you to give me another load before our night is through." She left once again and brought back the large bottle of the White Zinfandel and gave it to him. It still was about a third of the way full. "Down the rest of this, I need you to be less sober for this part," she said teasingly and walking away to rummage through her bag once more. He waited patiently for her to return as he inhaled the remainder of the wine. She brought back four small black pet collars each with a length of cord attached. She fastened one around each wrist and ankle and then tied each ankle to one of the table legs. She walked around to the far side of the table confidently. "Toss me your arm cords and bend over. It's time to tie my man down before I use him again." She pulled his arms tight and tied him securely to something that Ken couldn't see. The pull on his harms drew him down tight to the table and immobilized him completely. He was bound tight; his legs spread widely apart, his body drawn tight to the table, his arms extended and unable to move. All he could see was his reflection in the mirror that faced him. Once she had him secured to her satisfaction she leaned across the table directly at him. Katie looked perfect to Ken. She appeared naked as she leaned toward him. She kissed her finger then touched her finger to his lips while watching her helpless husband stretched out before her. Her breasts hung down like two ripe pears. He adored her appearance and she in turn adored his helplessness. "You look beautiful Katie. You know that." He arched his neck back to look at her beauty. Her blonde hair was disheveled but she looked gorgeous. He could see the reflection of her perfect ass in the mirror that stood behind her. She was indeed perfect. "Thank you but I think you are getting too drunk to think clear now. You look very vulnerable there. "Yea, I feel it. I can hardly move at all." "Good, that's what I want. Now for rule number four. Remember we are going to do something new. And part of the 'newness' of this is that you are to talk dirty to me. You understand. You are not to be the nice guy that I know you are. You are my slut tonight and I am ordering you to act as such. You understand?" "Yea, I understand you bitch!" he blurted with a smile. "Good. I see you got the idea." She walked behind him as she gave her instructions, smacked his ass hard with her hand and walked out of sight. Katie came back with her newest purchase for her goodie bag, a Feeldoe More, a double ended silicone dildo that was included a full 7 ½" shaft. Katie carried in her hand knowing that the length of it intimidated her bound husband. It was shaped like a 'J'. The shaft of which was shaped into a realistically looking cock that was a good inch or so longer than his own, and a bit thicker as well. At the short end of the J, the dildo curved a full 120 degrees, thinned out at the neck and ended with a bulbous end. The short end was designed to fit into a woman's pussy where it would both fill her cunt completely and also remained anchored with or without the use of a harness. At the base of the curve were several ridges, intended to stimulate the woman's clit as it moved back and forth. It looked both beautiful and torturous all in one; beautiful if you were the woman feeling the clitoral and internal vibrations, but torturous if you were the man about to experience this thing for the first time. Ken knew what was about to happen. Katie climbed up on the table and squatted in front of his face just to enhance the feeling of her dominance over him. "You ready to get fucked, cause I've been wanting to do this for a long time? I can't wait to use this monster on that ass of yours?" "Give it to me," he uttered. "I want it all." His words defied his real feelings but he did his best to play his role and hide his apprehensions. "Good. Cause you are going to get it and hard. And you know what. I'm going to push this monster into you until I can't go any further, and I don't care how you feel. I want to penetrate you as far as I can." She fastened a leather harness over her garter to ensure extra security in holding the Feeldoe and secured the harness in place. Ken just watched. She took the short curved end of the dildo and shoved it in his mouth. "Get this all wet and sloppy slut, cause I want it to slide inside my pussy nice and easy." She rammed it in and out of his mouth a few times and then pushed it though the hole of the harness and then up inside her slopping wet cunt. He watched her shudder with pleasure as she felt the effects of the thick end fill her and press against her G-spot. "Looks like you don't need me," he said mockingly. "Why don't you just go over there and get on yourself with out me?" Katie glared at him and then slapped him hard across the face. Her hand stung and the smack caught him totally off guard. "How dare you talk to me that way? You get what I want to give you and don't you dare tell me what I should or should not do! See this end. This end is for you no good nothing." Ken saw the seven inch silicone shaft now firmly anchored in her cunt and securely fastened with the harness swaying in front of his woman. His cheeks stung from the blow of her hand but he admired the new look that Katie presented him with, even if it did scare him with regard to it fitting inside him. "Now suck on this end and get it good and wet or it's going to tear you in two." She thrust her hips into his waiting mouth and pumped her new cock back and forth. Each time the thrust it moved within her pussy and sent waves of excitement through her body. "Mmmmm, I think this is going to be better than I thought," she said. "Now swallow this for me." She pushed the cock several inches into his mouth making him gag as it hit the back of his throat. "Swallow me you wimp." "I can't." She pulled the cock out and slapped him twice more across the face. "Don't tell me what you can and can't do! I said swallow this and dam it, that's what you are going to do." Ken opened his mouth helpless before her, his head hyperextended as far as he could as he waited for her next thrust. He opened his mouth wide and extended his tongue as Katie did when deep-throating him. She thrust the silicone shaft in his mouth several times without regard to any gagging she might hear and buried it fully down his throat, slamming her pubic bone against his face. He gagged each time she entered but accommodated her penetration each time as she fed him her new toy. The oral she forced on him made him slobber on the table but coated the dildo making it gleam in the candlelight. Satisfied with his obedience to her command she withdrew it and glared at him with lust in her eye. "That's better. Next time I tell you to do something; you do it the first time. You understand?" "Yes my lady." "Good, now comes the fun." She climbed off the table and paraded around in front of him just so he could see the full length of the shaft that was about to fill him. She too loved the weight of the silicone cock bobbing up and down as she walked. As it did it pushed the curved end up inside her hitting her G-spot creating a pleasurable sensation both on her clit and inside. She moved behind him and pulled the butt plug out of his ass. It came free with a popping sound. His asshole was dilated from the constant intrusion of the plug that had been in him for the past several hours. Katie squirted an ample amount of lubricant in his waiting hole and then coated the shaft of her cock. She was ready for action! Just as she was about to penetrate him she had a thought, "Wait a minute. We need the right music for this occasion." Soon 'Cream' by Prince filled the room. Katie returned with a smile on her face and danced up to him seductively. "You ready to get fucked by your wife?" she whispered into his ear, her cock rubbing his inner thigh. He purposely said nothing. "I said, are you ready to get fucked by your wife?" Ken remained silent, knowing that it was irritating her. He was challenging her authority and he got the response he wanted from her. "You ready to get your ass fucked!" she shouted while grabbing him by the hair and yanking his head into hyperextension. "Yea, I'm ready for you," he groaned. "If you can fit that thing in your hole, then you best believe I can fit it in mine." "Good cause it's coming now." She released her grip on his head temporarily, grabbed his waist with both hands, placed the cock at his waiting hole and pressed. The cock entered him with little effort although she could see his back arch from the uncomfortable intrusion as his muscles tried to stretch to accommodate to its girth. "Dam, take it easy on me would you?" "Shut up and take it like a man," she said as she kept a grip on his hair and slowly pressed and withdrew the head of the cock from his ever expanding asshole. She moved only a few inches in at a time moving to the rhythm of the song, and popping her new toy in and out of his orifice. She kept hold of his hair and watched both his expressions as well as her body move while gazed into the mirror. The candlelight, music, and mirror made the mode complete. She loved this. She admired her own beauty as she watched herself in the mirror pumping into her husband. She could see why he wanted her and loved her so. She was indeed beautiful. Her breasts heaved with each thrust. Her thin shapely body glistened in the candlelight. Her toned muscles flexed as she contracted her hips with each push. Her head arched back in joy as she felt the rhythmic movement of the Feeldoe against her clit and G-spot work its magic on her sex. This toy was worth every penny she spent on it and this idea to come to the cabin was turning out to be one of the best days of her life. And the weekend was barely getting started. She felt incredible and her emotions built. She began to pump both harder and faster oblivious to what her bound husband was feeling. She was lost in lust once again. She banged away at his ass; burying the silicone shaft to its hilt and yanking it back out as waves of pleasure built her to a quick orgasm. When she climaxed she involuntarily thrust into him with even more force. She kept his head pulled back in opposition to the forward pull of the restraints around each wrist. She loved the control over him. She bucked and thrust hard into his ass, as he let out moan after moan with increasing volume. She could tell that that the length and fullness of her cock was getting him riled as well. It was what she had hoped it would do. "Fuck me hard Katie! Fuck my ass!" he called out as she kept her grip on his hair. His words only intensified her emotions. "You got it you slut. How's it feel to be violated by another cock? I bet you love this." "Shut up and keep going. It feels great. Get off on me if you want. Isn't that what this is a about anyway." "Yes it is. It's all about me and making me feel good," she said as she pounded away at him, "and it is all about me taking charge and making you submit to my wishes." "Mmmmm," He grunted. "Don't stop Katie. Oh, don't stop. This feels so nice." "Good cause I'm not done with you yet," she said panting as another climax built in that sweet body of hers. Ken started to pull hard on the cords binding his arms overhead and he lifted his ass to anticipate Katie's next thrust. She loved watching him want her. She had no idea that he was going to respond this way to her intrusion but was so turned on by it. "You are a slut after all. I can't believe you like this", she said gasping, as she watched him get off on her violation of him. Ken just moaned and groaned ever louder as the feelings inside grew. The music filled the air; the beat of it forcing Katie to pump her husband with abandon. He could feel the coming of an orgasm nearing. With each stroke he groaned and cried out for more. "Give it to me Katie! Fuck my ass! Oh yes! You feel so good! I'm going to cum soon." She pounded away as the music filled the room and the rocking of the opposite end of the cock brought her to still another orgasm. Each orgasm intensified the frenzy with which she pounded on her husband's ass, pulling his hips toward her as she thrust her pelvis into him again and again. Finally she saw the beads of sweat form on his back as every muscle tightened and strained against the ropes that held him bound. She reached under and milked his balls as she saw his orgasm near. He arched as high as far as he could and screamed in ecstasy as he came harder than he had ever come. He pumped stream after stream into the condom that Katie had fixed to him. She watched his every emotion in the mirror causing her to come with one final orgasm. She thrust one last time and collapsed on his sweaty back. The two lay still panting as the music blared on. The Cabin Ch. 01 After they had calmed down, Katie pulled her intruder out of his now gaping hole and then out of her pussy. "Wow was that fantastic. Oh, Ken you made me feel so nice. I loved doing that to you." She kissed his sweaty back and wrapped her arms around him once again hugging him tightly. She moved to unhook the harnesses from his hands and his feet and turned him around. He was still under the effect of the wine and Viagra which kept his cock fully erect. However the condom drooped as it was filled to capacity with his last release; this one as much if not more than his first load due to the milking of the dildo on his prostate. "Come to bed with me and let's share this together shall we?" she whispered. Without a word Katie led him to the king size bed. She sat on the edge as he stood before her. She carefully slipped the condom off his cock lifted it above her open mouth and let his cum spill onto her tongue. She opened her mouth and showed him her prize as he smiled back. She stood and kissed her lover as he buried his cock into her completely. He thrust in her a few times before she pulled him into bed. Together they kissed passionately while making love once more. Katie rolled on top of him and opened her mouth, letting the cum in her mouth fill his. After several deep kisses and tongue probes, he rolled onto her and returned what she had given him. Again and again they repeated this ritual of sharing, kissing, and sometimes giggling with delight while intertwining their bodies as one as they made love. Finally Katie swallowed all that she had and he did the same. "Kenny. I love you. Thanks for being so open to what I wanted to do." "Katie, I love you too. Thank you for a wonderful evening." They made love until he came in her yet again. This time he slid down between her legs without being asked and licked her clean while she relaxed. It was not a lick to turn her on, but one of obedience to what he knew she wanted. He knew this was now his duty to her after she allowed him to cum inside her, and she knew how much he really wanted to taste his seed inside her after he had filled her. He patiently waited for his cum to exit her pussy licking her softly. As she released it to him he swallowed each drop as it came. When she was empty and he had cleaned her satisfactorily, he crawled back up and held her. They kissed until late in the night until sleep overcame them. Katie awoke late on a Saturday morning refreshed and at peace. She remembered that this was Ken's day to be in charge and wondered what was in store for her later that evening and smiled at the thought. "I love you Ken", she whispered to herself, She kissed her husband's hand, pulled it tightly around her breast where it had been all night and fell back asleep secure in her lovers arms who was cuddled around her body fast asleep. .................................. This is my first attempt at 'story'writing. I would love to hear criticism both positive and negative. Please comment. The Cabin Ch. 01 She stood in front of the fire, feeling the warmth of the flames against her legs and listening to the whistle of the wind around the window frames. It had been a wonderful day, walking through the hills, and swimming naked and chilly in the river that wound through the trees below the cabin. Now the air was cool, and the sun had drifted below the hills on the horizon. She had made a simple meal and ate it to the sound of the currawongs serenading the evening star. She built up the fire and lay down on the soft fur of the bearskin rug, which was stretched across the old wooden floorboards of the cabin grandfather built. She laid for a while, lost in contemplation, enjoying the solace of the evening - the escape from the hustle and bustle of a busy job, a hectic social life, and all the responsibilities that went with being determined, ambitious and successful in the world of business. Her grandfather had died only months before, and this was the first chance she had to visit the cabin he had bequeathed her in his will. She remembered coming up here every summer as a little girl, and sometimes in the winter to ski the gentle slopes below the craggy mountain range that seemed to touch the sky. Lost in her reverie, she barely noticed the insistent tapping at the front door. It finally penetrated her consciousness and she rose from the floor. It was unusual to see people unannounced in this area of the country, unless they were lost or broken down. But country hospitality demanded that help should be given if needed, so after checking that grandfatherÕs old shotgun was ready and loaded, she cracked the door open to see who was there. In the dim light on the veranda stood a young man. He looked tired and his clothes were dusty and somewhat bedraggled. But his eyes were intense and he had a pleasant face, which lit up when he saw her. "Sorry to bother you miss. I've been hiking through the park for a couple of days, and seemed to have lost my bearings' 'What can I do for you?' she asked. 'I was hoping I could use your phone, and perhaps scrounge a hot cup of tea' She was unsure, alone in the cabin and a million miles away from help if she needed it. But something in the way he stood, and looked at her with those bright eyes made her want to trust him, so she undid the chain and opened the door wider to let him in. Once inside, he shed his heavy jacket and she was impressed with the lean body that was revealed. While she bustled in the tiny kitchen with mugs and tea bags, he lowered himself into a chair by the fire with an audible sigh. 'I'm sorry', she said, 'I can only offer you the tea. The storm last night brought down the telephone line and they tell me it won't be fixed until the morning' 'That's okay,' said the man 'the tea will do fine, then I'll be on my way' 'You really have lost your bearings then' she said, 'the nearest town is 50 km up the road - you'll never get there tonight, and the forecast is for possible snow' 'Ill be okay he said, I've managed worse' Something about him warmed her heart. Before she really had time to think about it, she found herself asking him to stay the night. He smiled and gracefully accepted. 'However' she said,' I only have one bed, so you'll have to sleep out here on the chair - or the rug' 'That will be fine - much better than the ground outside' he chuckled. The rest of the evening passed quickly. They talked easily had much in common. He was charming and funny Ð she felt attractive and witty, and before she knew it was telling him stories about her childhood and her grandfather. After two glasses of wine his head began to nod, and his eyelids fluttered. 'You look tired' she said, 'Time to sleep' 'Yes' he said, 'I could use it' She retired to the small bedroom at the back of the cabin and retrieved a jug of hot water, a sponge and a towel, which she brought back to the main room. 'I don't have many mod cons' she said, 'my grandad lived very simply, but this should do the job' She returned to her room and closed the curtain that served as a door. When she turned down the light, the light material became almost transparent and the orange glow from the fire lit up the main room. She undressed and changed into a nightdress. Turning, she was suddenly transfixed by the image of the young man fully naked in the main room, washing his body with the sponge and water she had given him. Quickly, she looked away from the curtain, and climbed into bed turning her face towards the window. But the image remained in her mind, and she felt a tingle in the pit of her stomach, which gradually spread to the juncture of her thighs and the points of her breasts. Impulsively, she turned her head and looked once again through the curtain. The man had finished shoulders and arms and was sponging his flat belly and firm thighs. His manhood jutted proudly from a thick forest of hair, and as he turned away from her and bent to pick up his clothes from the floor she caught her breath as the dark crack between his buttocks was revealed. The tingle became the pulse, her nipples pushed against the lace of her bodice and deep inside her body something moved and sucked - clenching and releasing a spurt of moisture between her thighs. One hand caressed a breast; the other found its way into her panties and slid through the fur on her mound until it encountered the tender tip of her clitoris. Her thighs spread further apart and the questing finger eased between her warm lips. Gently she played with herself while she watched him through the curtain. He reached into his pack and pulled out a thin blanket. Unfolding it, he retrieved a pair of boxer shorts, stepped into them and adjusted his cock to a comfortable position. Then he lay down on the rug and pulled up the blanket. The fire was still burning brightly, and from her vantage point she could see him clearly outlined against the flames. He lay on his back, his chest rising and falling with each breath. Her eyes travelled along his body as her fingers caressed her own, and the warmth seeped to every part of her being. Outside, the wind was picking up, shaking the eucalyptus and rattling the fence. Inside, she was warm and rapidly becoming wetter - her fingers moving more urgently, pushing deeper inside her vagina and rubbing over the soft folds of her vulva. She closed her eyes and imagined the stranger rising from the floor, pushing aside the flimsy curtain and coming into her bed. She opened her eyes and looked towards him again. She expected that he would be asleep, but was surprised to see him obviously awake. Not just awake, but vigorously stroking his penis and moaning softly in the night. The blanket covered his hand but was pulled free from his chest and shoulders and the firelight flickered on his skin. He was pumping his manhood under the blanket and his hips were rising from the floor. She was at once frightened and excited. How could he do such a thing? And she suddenly realised her own hands were busy on and inside her body, and laughed quietly to herself. 'Maybe he's thinking of me?' - she rejected the idea immediately - but maybe?. Now he became more vigorous yet, and threw back the rest of the blanket. His cock rose hard and strong from his belly, the tip shining with his excitement and the muscles in his neck straining. As he pushed towards climax, she felt her own arousal increasing - panting - her breath coming in short gasps and the hot tension building in her stomach. On the floor, the man gritted his teeth and barely suppressed his moans and his shaft seemed to grow longer. Suddenly, he tensed and his whole body went as rigid as a board. One last stroke, and he released himself in a jet of creamy fluid, which arced up into the air and back on to his chest. At the same moment she felt an eruption of her own, her thighs clamping around her wrist and trapping her fingers deep inside her vagina, her thumb pressed hard against her clitoris - while the other hand tweaked her nipple to the point of pain. 'Oh my God!' - she hadn't come that hard in years. She withdrew her fingers and licked them briefly, tasting the sweet and salty tang of her juices. In the other room, the man rolled over and settled into sleep. The Cabin Ch. 01 I want to thank Kirk2004 for his encouragement and invaluable editing. If there are mistakes in punctuation they are mine not his. Thank you, Kirk, you are the best! ~*~*~ The Confrontation 'Hell, I might as well go home; I can't keep my mind on work anyway,' he thought. His head fell back against the chair; he closed his eyes and exhaled a deep sigh. "Is everything all right, Michael?" Jenny's voice was full of concern as she entered Michael's office. She handed him the two letters he had asked her to finish before she left for the weekend. "Yes, I'm fine, I'm just ready for the weekend, I guess." Everything was far from 'fine' but Michael wasn't going to discuss it with Jenny. She had been his secretary for nearly two years and was more than adequate in that position. She was a nice young woman, not bad to look at, and personable, but Michael rarely discussed his personal life with co-workers and never with subordinates and certainly never with Jenny. "Yeah, me too," Jenny responded blushing slightly. "Special plans?" Michael asked noting the blush and grateful to take his mind off Katherine for a moment. Jenny smiled shyly then replied, "I've been dating a new guy and I really like him. I don't know where it's going yet but we have a lot in common. We're going to a play tonight." "I hope things work out for you. It's nearly five. Why don't you go on and leave." "You're sure?" "Sure. I can handle anything that comes up. Have a good time." Michael's partner, James 'Jamie' Blanchard, a good friend since high school, was the one exception of someone he would discuss a personal matter. Jamie had overheard Jenny and another secretary discussing Michael one day so he knew Jenny had a crush on him. He breathed a sigh of relief that she was dating someone. He didn't need a secretary thinking of him in anyway except as a boss. His thoughts returned to Katherine. He loved her hopelessly, had since the day they had met, but he no longer would live like this. "Oh, Kit what's wrong," he whispered as he picked up the picture of Katherine and himself that Jamie had taken at the last Christmas office party. When Jamie showed him the picture, Michael fell in love with it and had a five by seven made for his desk. She was dressed in a simple black sheath. He smiled remembering how she had explained that a black sheath was the staple of every woman's closet because it went with any occasion. All he saw was the beautiful woman inside it. Michael, a little over six foot, towered over Kit. Her heels that night brought her up another three inches but still he could rest his chin on the top of her head. She was so slender—close to too thin. At 178 Michael outweighed Kit by 66 pounds. He had his arm around her and she was looking up at him smiling mischievously. Her hair held back with faux emerald combs fell in waves down her back. She was wearing an emerald necklace with matching earrings that made her green eyes sparkle. His Katherine or at least she used to be. They were so happy in that picture. Michael pondered the changes in their marriage over the last four or five months and could not find the reason for them. He didn't know why she had stopped talking to him. They used to tell each other about their day now she didn't want to talk about anything. No funny stories about the boutique, or about anything that happened there or anywhere else. Tonight or at least by the end of the weekend something would change. Either Katherine would tell him what was wrong, and they would make this marriage work; or it was over. He wasn't going to let this go on any longer. It had gone on far too long as far as he was concerned. He should have found out what was going on a long time ago or ended it. He sighed deeply again hoping he had made the right decision. ~*~*~ "Hi, Kitten ..." "Don't call me that!" "Katherine, what is wrong?" "I've told you a hundred times NOTHING IS WRONG!" Michael dropped his briefcase on the table, crossed the room to Katherine, spun her around and backed her to the wall before she got WRONG completely out of her mouth. "Stop it. You're hurting me." "I'm not hurting you, but I'm going to if you don't tell me what the fucking problem is. I've had it Katherine." Michael slid his hands down to her wrists, pinned them behind her back and with gentle force covered her mouth with his. Pulling back he continued, "What's wrong?" "Let go of me." "No." "Let go of me. I don't..." He covered her mouth again as he crossed her wrists trapping them both with one of his hands. The other hand moved to gently caress her breast. He continued to kiss her; his passion evident. Every few seconds he asked again what was wrong. Her answer continued to be nothing and to let her go. Michael could feel her responding to the kisses although she continued to struggle against him. "This isn't the problem. Let me go." "If this isn't the problem, why in the hell are we having so little of it lately? If this isn't the problem, what the hell is Kitten?" "Don't call me Kitten." "Kitten, we are going to get to the bottom of this or this marriage is over. I'm not living like this anymore. DO YOU UNDERSTAND? I've had enough. Do you think I don't know you've lost weight? You don't have an ounce to spare. Do you think I can't see the dark circles under your eyes? Now one more time, what the fuck is going on?" Michael boxed her legs in with his more muscular ones, preventing her from kicking him. His body pressed hers flat against the wall. He pulled out the set of cuffs he had in his pocket and pulled her far enough from the wall to attach them to her wrists. At first she was so distracted by the intensity of the kisses and his aggression that she didn't notice that she was no longer flattened against the wall. By the time she did, it was too late. "What the hell are you doing? Let me go. Take these things off." Again Michael's mouth covered Katherine's but softer this time. "No. No, I think we should leave them on for a while. We're taking a little vacation and getting to the bottom of this. How long have we been married, Kitten?" "Three years and don't call me KITTEN." "Three years and four months and for the last four months you've acted like you hate me. You hardly let me touch you. You're always in a foul mood, yelling for no reason, usually about nothing. I've had it." "For the last time, Michael, take these things off. If you don't, I'll scream the house down. Do you understand? Take these damn things off." Katherine was panting, nearly sobbing, and close to screaming already. When she opened her mouth to let out the promised earth shattering scream, he was ready with the gag that he had pulled out of the other pocket. Her scream was effectively muffled. Michael drew a deep breath and slid his hands up and down her arms, softly pressing his forehead against hers. "Katherine, I love you. I love you like I never imaged I could love anyone, but even I have my limits. Now," he drew back, "As I said we are going on a little vacation. It's about a two hour drive so I'm going to take you to our room and pack you a bag." He scooped her up into his arms and headed to their bedroom. She squirmed and wiggled. Michael gently laid her on the bed, opened the drawer on his nightstand, pulled out a length of rope and proceeded to tie her ankles together. He pulled the rope up to the cuffs around her wrists and tied it off. He pulled tight enough to bring her ankles up nearly to her wrists but not tight enough to hurt her. "This is to discourage you from trying to get off the bed while I pack your suitcase and tell you how things are going to be." Michael could tell Katherine was shocked as she tried to roll, pulling at the ropes. They had never, ever, played any kind of bondage games. He gave her enough time to realize he wasn't kidding and she couldn't get loose. When she quieted down, the tears came. He did nothing about them, but just waited them out and started to pack. When she seemed calm enough, he continued. "Now I don't know what has happened and you don't seem to want to talk about it." He plucked a tissue out of the box and held it to Katherine's nose. "Blow. That's a good girl. Now, things haven't been right for at least three or four months, but the last two have been intolerable and I for one am tired of it." With a smile Michael gently pushed Katherine's hair off her face and out of her eyes and bent down and kissed her forehead. "I love you, Katherine. You will tell me what's wrong before this weekend is over. We won't be going out so you won't need many clothes in as much as you won't be wearing any most of the time. I won't hurt you. You may not like some of the things I'll be doing to you and your body, but let me assure you again. I won't hurt you. Nothing lasting that is. This weekend you will address me as 'Sir' or 'Master'. You will be my submissive, my slave, my property, my kitten. You will not speak unless given permission to do so. When I ask you a question, I expect an answer immediately. Failure to answer will merit punishment. You will do what I tell you to do immediately. Failure to do whatever I tell you to do will earn a punishment. Do you understand? Of course, you do. You're a bright girl." Michael continued to pack all the while patting Katherine when he moved around the bed to get this or that. Taking a smaller overnighter, Michael put in Katherine's travel make-up bag, shampoo and conditioner, soap, brushes and a comb, and other things he thought they might need. Numerous business trips had taught him to pack essentials quickly and expertly. He picked up both bags saying to Katherine over his shoulder that he would be right back, not to go anywhere, just relax and stay still, knowing full well she would struggle while he was gone. By the time he opened the trunk, he was smiling and had mentally checked his list to make sure he had everything: his bag of goodies, his duffel bag packed the night before when Katherine was at a late meeting, groceries he bought on his way back from court this morning. Yes, he had everything. They would either get to the bottom of this during this weekend or Katherine would hate him so much the marriage would be over anyway. As Michael retraced his steps back to the bedroom, he was smiling. He realized he was actually looking forward to this weekend. After nearly two weeks of worry, he finally felt like this was indeed a good idea. If things didn't work out, he was, at least, going to get a good fuck out of it -- one last good -- no, one last great fuck from it. When Michael looked at Kit, he couldn't help but broaden the smile. She had not disappointed him. She was covered with sweat from struggling against her restraints. He put on his blank face and moved to her. "I see you have succeeded in tightening the rope. It's going to be hard to untie now. It's thick and I'll have to cut it. Hope I won't nick your ankles or wrists." Katherine looked so bewildered he had trouble not laughing. One pull on the rope and it would be off. He hadn't been an eagle scout for nothing. He messed about her ankles and wrists a while and grunted and finally pulled the rope, and it fell away from her ankles. "I wasn't sure I could get them off, Kitten. Don't struggle so I may not be able to get the next ones off." She looked so shocked that again he had to struggle not to grin. Michael scooped Kit off the bed and kissed her forehead as he carried her to the bathroom. Like he did it all the time, he quickly pulled down her slacks and panties and pushed her down on the toilet keeping his eyes slightly diverted. He didn't want to be distracted. Although he was sure he would go down on her before the weekend was over, now wasn't the time and he didn't want to be tempted. It had been so long since she'd let him really make love to her the way they use to, the way he wanted to. This weekend he would. "We'll be in the car for at least two hours. I know how you are when anyone says 'car' you have to go potty. So do your business so we can get going." Her look was a cross between utter alarm and if-looks-could-kill-he'd-be-dead but there seemed to be something else in her eyes he couldn't quite place. Vaguely he thought, fear; there was a look of fear. He didn't let the looks bother him and now was not the time to psychoanalyze. "Come on KITTEN. We don't have all day." He turned on the faucet to a slow dribble and like an unspoken command Kit peed. He smiled and took some toilet paper and wiped her. "Now don't you wish you would have just told me what is going on?" He washed his hands, pulled her to her feet, and as nimbly as he had pulled her pants down, he pulled them back up. Then he scooped her up and carried her back to the bed. "I'd leave your legs untied but I just can't trust you." He tied her ankles together again, but this time with soft silk scarves and then un-cuffed one wrist and brought her hands around to the front to re-cuff her. She tried to lash out at him while he repositioned her arms, but he was too strong and too fast. "I don't really want you to have your hands in front, but I am such a kind master I know that you'll be more comfortable in the car with them in front instead of behind your back that I'm going to take a chance. Don't disappoint me, Kitten, and do something stupid. You won't like what I'll do." He took her warm winter parka, wrapped her in it, and zipped it up the front with the sleeves flapping. This should keep her hands out of trouble. He again scooped her up, carried her to the car, and laid her on her side on the passenger seat that he had already put in a reclining position. He pulled the two belts he had modified over her. One was tightened about mid chest and the other about knee level. He tested for tightness and then placed a pillow under her head. "Comfy, sweetheart? What's that you say? Oh, you're fine? Good. Soon as I turn out the lights and lock the doors, we'll be on our way. We'll have a late supper at the cabin. Be back in two secs." True to his word he was back before she even had time to gather her senses. He threw his heavy winter coat in the back and pulled out of the garage. "Relax Kit. Try to sleep. The adventure is just beginning." He heard only a grunt and smiled knowing all the muffled words through her gag would make a sailor blush and that they were all aimed at him. Only Jamie knew where Michael could be reached. The few others who knew they'd be gone had been told that he and Kit would be on a long weekend that may extent the entire week. Both just needed some down time. When Michael talked to Kit's boss, he told Donavan to arrange cover for her for the entire week. He impressed upon him not to let anyone else know Kit would not be at work next week because it was surprise. He did this face-to-face to see Donavan's reaction. Michael had not eliminated any reason for the problems he and Kit were having, including an affair. He wanted to see Donavan's reaction in person, and if there was any hint that Kit knew what he was planning, he would know it was Donavan who had told her. Although he didn't think Donavan was involved with Kit, he knew stranger things happened. Friends had affairs with friends' spouses all the time. The fact that Donavan Kastis was sixty-two, overweight, and nearing retirement didn't eliminate him from the list of possibilities. He glanced over at his wife. Well, she was certainly surprised. A week ago on the pretext of a short unscheduled business trip, Michael went up to the cabin and took some things he had already gathered up and made sure everything would be perfect. He also had a load of wood delivered and stacked at the back door and went to the grocery and bought non-perishables and some meat and other items that could be put in the freezer. Perishables had to wait until today. It was the first time he had been to the cabin in more than four years. He went through his dad's and Evan's play toys and threw out, burned really, nearly everything. Most certainly anything that could not be sterilized like leather whips that had been used on numerous bodies both on the inside and out. Who knew how many women his dad had used this stuff on? He had seen Jack whip a sub and then turn the whip around and ram the handle into her cunt or ass. No, anything that was leather, rope, old, or breaking and/or flaking was trashed. Rings, eyebolts, and clamps were washed and sanitized. Michael retained an elderly couple to clean and check the cabin every couple of months even though no one ever went there. He had called them and made arrangements for them to clean it thoroughly right before he went up. He also purchased a dozen or so scented candles and placed them in several places around the cabin. During the past five years since he had inherited the cabin after Evan's death, Michael kept the electricity turned on but kept the thermostat at 50, only warm enough to ensure no frozen pipes. A dozen times he thought of selling it but never could. Maybe this was the reason why. Michael glanced at Katherine. Her breathing was back to normal and was now a slow easy rhythm. She was finally sleeping or, at least, realized that the struggles weren't helping. He smiled. She had no idea what was in store for her. He caressed her cheek lovingly as he pushed a wayward strand of hair off her face. He couldn't count the times he had done the same thing. It used to make her smile and a kiss usually followed. Sometimes he'd push the hair away from her face just to get the kiss. Now the only thing he got was a growl. It would take at least another hour and a half to get to the cabin. He adjusted his seat and relaxed. Michael's mind began to drift as he remembered the past. The tension that he had been feeling, that had become a part of his everyday life for several weeks, began to ease. The memories came, unbidden, like snippets unrelated but joined together like debris in a whirlwind. He remembered when he met Katherine, their first date, and the first time they made love. He remembered how soft her skin was. Peaches and Cream. He thought the 'peaches and cream' saying was kind of asinine but in Kit's case, it was true. He remembered her sighs of pleasure when he touched her and how he wanted her totally sated before his own release. He never really worried about that before. Now he couldn't remember the last time he had been at total peace in this relationship. He couldn't remember last time they laughed together, or the last time they made love spontaneously. His thoughts went farther back to Evan. It was half a lifetime ago that his brother had first taken him to the cabin. It was his on his 18th birthday. Evan and Evan's friend Julie had taken him. He knew Evan's friend Jack would be there with Marcy, Evan's girlfriend, and another girl. Michael remembered how nervous he was because he was sure Evan had planned this weekend as a group fuck fest. Lord, his imagination couldn't even come close to what happened there that weekend. Evan's birthday present to him was Julie. That first night at the cabin, Evan told Julie that she was to give Michael the best blow job he ever had. Evan didn't know she would be the first girl to have her mouth around his cock. Michael smiled at the memory. Julie's cock sucking was minor compared to the rest of that weekend. It was the first time he slept with a girl all night. Julie cuddled into him so sweetly. Katherine used to snuggle like that. He realized at that memory, it had been a long time since Kit let him hold her in bed. He exhaled another deep sigh. Kit began to stir. He patted her cheek, shushed her, and said to go back to sleep. The Cabin Ch. 01 "You'll need your strength," he whispered and felt her stiffen. The smiled turned into a silent chuckle, and in a few minutes he knew she was back to sleep, or at least, calming herself down. After all Michael had promised he wouldn't hurt her. No matter what he did, he wouldn't hurt her. ~*~*~ Coming - Arriving at the cabin, the confrontation continues The Cabin Ch. 01 "This is wonderful." Steven opined as he snuggled up to Lucia by the fireplace. "Mmm it definitely is." she responded, sinking herself deeper under the blanket they had brought over to lay on the floor before the fire. The young couple had rented the isolated cabin far from town for a reason. Although they had been dating only a few months, the couple shared a love of escaping the city and spending quality time alone. He had won her over after a long campaign in the workplace; Steven, the consummate gentleman, emphasis on the gentle. Though he was very different from her usual 'type', Lucia loved having him make her breakfast in the morning or rub her feet at night. Though many of her baser sexual urges were left unfulfilled, Lucia liked him enough that she was willing to overlook it, at least for the short term. Though she was feeling more than a little aroused by the romantic setting, Lucia kept her hands to herself, knowing that her as the aggressor had a tendency to emasculate Steven. She sighed, knowing that after the blowjob she had given him in the car on the ride up to the cabin, he would be totally drained, and uninterested in sex until at least the next afternoon. She resigned herself to an intimate cuddle instead, and planted a kiss on his cheek before drifting off to sleep. At some point in the night, they both awoke, cramped from the hard floor, and moved into the bedroom of the cabin to sleep through the rest of the night. Lucia was not asleep long before she was awakened by a noise. Unsure of what it was, she lay in bed listening intently. Suddenly she recognised it, the sound of a car engine, pulling up very near the cabin. Knowing there wasn't another town or settlement around for twenty miles, Lucia wondered who could possibly be arriving at their quiet retreat at three in the morning. She gently shook Steven awake, and got up to investigate. Confused and mildly alarmed, Lucia wrapped a blanket around her naked curves before walking to the bedroom window to peer out between the blinds. Steven stood back nervously, asking what she saw. "Nothing, just lights." Lucia replied, straining for an angle that would allow her to see what was happening. Walking as swiftly as the swathe of blankets would allow, Lucia moved to the main room of th cabin to look out the front window and get a better view. As they walked, Steven trailing a few feet behind Lucia, the distinctive sound of several doors closing in succession rang out from the front of the cabin. Lucia crossed the remaining distance to the window quickly, and swept the curtain aside. She let out an involuntary yelp of alarm, as she saw three men, two of them large burly goons, just outside the front door and approaching quickly. They came up short as they noticed the pale skin of her face and arms peering out of the window, highlighted by the moonlight against the background of the darkened room. "What is it?" Steven asked, the nervousness unconcealed in his voice. "Bolt the door Quickly " Lucia commanded, thinking fast. Hearing her through the glass, one of the men bounded quickly forward, reaching the door mere moments before the hesitant Steven, and kicking it open with a resounding *BANG*. The unfortunate Steven managed to scuttle backwards before the door caught him with its full force, but was still left standing holding an injured hand when the two bigger men entered the room. Lucia backed away from them slowly, towards Steven, trying to place the couch between them. "What are you doing here?" She demanded, her voice wavering, just as the smaller man entered the room. "I could ask you the same thing." He replied confidently. By the moonlight shining in the front door she could make out few features, but enough to see that he was an older man, though still upright and with a very confident bearing. The silver streaks in his hair gleamed in the low light, and she could tell from just the cut of his overcoat that it was expensive. "We've rented this cabin for the night." Steven attempted to protest. "You can have it when we leave in the morning..." "I think not." The old man cut him off. "We have business here tonight, and we will be completing it." "Then we will get out of your way." Lucia offered. "We'll jump in the car and go." "Again, I think not." He replied. "The nature of our business is not one which I would like to have the police preemptively interrupt." "But we wouldn't report it Just a misunderstanding in the booking of the cabin I'm sure " Steven exclaimed. "Alas, I cannot count on your cooperation." The old man replied. "It appears you two are merely in the wrong place at the wrong time." Lucia shivered at his tone, so cold and calculating. Despite the unexpected presence of the young couple, he seemed utterly unperturbed, and seemed to already have developed a plan in his mind to continue despite them. Steven babbled in fear as the two henchmen walked toward him at a motion from the older man's hand. "Calma riggazo. Calma." The old man shushed. "You are not going to be harmed. You must simply be our guests for tonight, and as long as you stay quiet and do nothing stupid, you will leave in the morning without incident." "How do we know if you're telling the truth?" Steven blurted out petulantly. "Ah. You do not. But as I see it you have little choice but to trust me, capire?" The older man spoke this sentence with a tone of finality that conveyed further protests would not be met as kindly. "And now," he followed up "you sir, will go with my associate Paulo, and he will secure you in the next room. Do not struggle, and he will not harm you. If you do..." He let that thought linger in the air as Paulo approached Steven. "What about Lucia?" Steven asked weakly, as if compelled by societal ideals to at least inquire after her safety. "She will not be mistreated. We will keep you separate only to prevent you from trying to plot escape. No go." This time he was less than cordial in his command, and Paulo grasped Steven firmly by the arm just about his right elbow, leading him away. Steven looked back over his shoulder only once, locking eyes with Lucia and shrugging helplessly. "What a gallant hero." Lucia muttered to herself, pondering Steven's less than virtuous defence of her honour. "What was that?" The old man asked, eyes now taking in Lucia's silhouette in the darkness. "Nothing." Lucia replied. "Which room will I be locked in?" "Not so fast, not so fast " The old man protested with a grin, half hidden in the shadows. Snapping his fingers at the remaining thug, the old man indicated a lamp on the coffee table. Deftly pulling out a matchbook, the man lit the lamp, and a warm orange flame flickered to life, bathing the room with its glow. Lucia blinked as the light strained her eyes. Taking a better look now, she saw that the old man had a lined face, with the consistency of leather from years spent in the sun. His face had a hard edge that made him looked older than his years, which Lucia guess at early-60's. When he smiled, as he was now while he appraised her in return, his face cracked with a spider web of wrinkles. Despite his age and hard looks, there was still something decidedly attractive about him, Lucia determined, likely a result of his self-assured confidence and the air of dignity with which he held himself. "Ah. This is much better, in the light." the old man said with his cracked grin. "So bella, tell me, what is your name?" Lucia paused before answering. She felt as if he was testing her, and she had the distinct feeling that her answers could effect the outcome of this night, and make the difference between her escaping alive and well, or... the alternative. "Lucia." She replied curtly, meeting his gaze. "Oh What a beautiful name " the old man exclaimed. "And tell me, bella Lucia, where is your family from in Italy?" Lucia was slightly taken aback by his question. Did he already know something about her, or was it mere an educated guess. Seeing her hesitation, he probed further. "I ask because you have the beautiful curves of an Italian woman " he said with gusto. "Not Sicily though, or the north. You have the look of a southern bella " he flourished his guess with a lewd wink and a confident smile. Lucia, mildly bewildered, stammered to answer. "You're right, my family actually comes from Taranto. I have only visited once though, as a teenager." "What a shame You would make an excellent statue on the beaches, sunbathing that magnificent form of yours " Lucia blushed at his over-the-top compliments and looked at the floor, not wanting to spur him on. By now, Paulo had returned from the bedroom, and he and the other goon stood watching, leering as the old man questioned Lucia. "Oh come bella You cannot be as shy as all that A beautiful Italian woman like you knows how irresistible she is She exists only to torment men with her sultry gaze and spectacular curves " At his comment about her curves, Lucia held the blanket closer to herself, suddenly very aware of her nakedness underneath it. Oh a warm summer night in the un-air conditioned cabin, she had slept in the nude, and was now regretting that choice. She did not respond, but stood looking uncomfortable and nervous before the old man. "Oh but how rude of me " He exclaimed. "I have not yet introduced myself to you. You may call me Mr Barroni, or Angelo if you prefer. After all, we will be spending the entire evening locked in this cabin together No need to stand on formalities." He reached out his hand, offering it to her. Shuffling forward a step, Lucia reached one hand out, her other grasping the blanket tightly to her neck. She was surprised, when rather than simply shaking it, he grasped it in both hands and bent low, planting a wet kiss on the back of her hand. He held on, and looked up at her, his aged lips still hovering over her knuckles. "Ah, what a pleasure to meet such a stunning young Italian girl, bella Lucia. Your complexion is so perfect, your hands so soft. You invigorate me " He added, with a lusty grin. Lucia chose to ignore the implications of his last comment, and shuddered inwardly at his advances. Determined not to show weakness, she attempted, and failed to maintain an imperial gaze downwards at him. He facade broke as she flinched while he launched a second barrage of kisses on her hand and wrist, kissing up higher than decorum would normally allow. Determined to set boundaries, Lucia tugged her hand away gently. He looked up and met her gaze, a mocking hurt look on his face. "Thank you for the compliments. They are very kind." she began. "You are a gentleman. Lets keep it that way." "Oh-ho You have fuoco, the fire in your belly." he grinned widely, seeming to approve of her attitude. "You are a strong lady in public, yes? And then in private..." he grinned even wider, his face a mask of cracking lines. "Which room do you want me to stay in while you do your... business?" Lucia asked again, this time with a tone of finality. She was desperate to remove herself from the situation, and hoping that out of sight, she would remain out of mind until his business was completed. She could only hope and pray that after that, she and Steven would be released unharmed. "There is no rush, bella." he responded with a wave of his hand. "Paulo and Giovanni are more than capable of handling the details while we chat for a while. Besides, I would not deprive myself of the opportunity to enjoy the fortuitous luck of your company." He added with a wink. Lucia stood awkwardly, unsure how to proceed. Not wanting to do anything that might provoke his baser passions, she gripped the blanket tightly around herself and shivered despite its warmth. She kept her eyes low, and glanced around only briefly while Paulo and Giovanni appeared to get to work, unpacking equipment from duffel bags, and making a quick search of the room with some sort of electronic wand. She almost stifled her gasp as she saw Paulo pause to place a large pistol on an end table while he crouched on the floor and unzipped another bag. Angelo's eyes lit up at her surprise, and he grinned widely at her. "Do not be nervous, bella. As I said, you will not be harmed. This is only for our self defense, in case our associates choose to do business in a less than ethical manner." Lucia gulped and nodded, returning her gaze to the floor. Angelo seemed content to merely stare at her from where he had seated himself on the couch while the other two men worked, taking her in with his lingering gaze. Wordlessly, Paulo and Giovanni headed outside, and Lucia heard the car doors opening and closing as they worked. Now alone in the room with Angelo, Lucia looked up again briefly, eyeing the bedroom door for any sign of movement from Steven. Silence and stillness reigned, and Lucia began to feel a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. As if reading her thoughts, Angelo injected. "Your friend; boyfriend? No matter. He is alive. Paulo would not go against my word and harm him. He is merely bound and gagged to prevent any untimely outbursts or foolish attempts at heroism. Though from that one, I would not expect any." He added with a smirk. Lucia blushed slightly at the implied criticism of Steven, but given his behavior so far that night, she really couldn't disagree with Angelo's assessment. Steven hadn't proven much use in a crisis. "Enough about him though my bella Lucia." Angelo showed his teeth in a pseudo-smile as Lucia looked up to meet his gaze. "I have decided. I must have a better look at what you are hiding beneath your blanket." Lucia's mouth moved, but no words came out. Her mind raced furiously for a way out of the situation, to no avail. Angelo merely watched her internal struggle, clearly both amused and pleased to see her so flustered. His tone had conveyed no room for argument or negotiation. It was a statement of intent. "There is no use in stalling young lady." Angelo said in a calm, even tone that conveyed his cold logic with a harsh certainty. "I have all night, and you really do have no choice. I would much rather enjoy this time alone with you, rather than be forced to have Paulo and Giovanni encourage your participation." His use of the word 'encourage' in a threatening way sent shivers down her spine, as she realized how easily it rolled off his tongue. She did not doubt that he was both capable and experienced at 'encouraging' people to do what he wished. Lucia felt tears begin to well up in her eyes, and in feeble protest, her hands reflexively gripped the blanket even tighter about her. She shook her head in a silent refusal, even while her mind realized what the logical end to this would be. "Unfortunately, bella Lucia, refusal is not an option available to you." Angelo's face took on a much harder look now, his weathered face shifting from his thus-far constant smile to a narrow-eyed look of intensity. "Now. As I said, I want to have a look at those luxurious curves. Lower the blanket, slowly. I want you to tease me, and show me that innate style and grace of your Italian blood." Lucia trembled with fear and rage, wanting so badly to defy the arrogant old man, but knowing that she could not bear to live with the consequences. Though the thought of making the choice sickened her, Lucia knew she would far rather be ogled and groped by Angelo than be beaten and raped by his goons. With shaking hands, she slowly loosened her grip on the top of the blanket, and then let it fall away from her chest. Lucia didn't raise her eyes, even when she heard Angelo's sharp intake of breath in response to her unleashed breasts. Looking down, she saw her own large round globes, bathed in the orange glow of the candle. Her nipples slowly hardened as they were exposed to the cool night air, and the flickering light cast long shadows into her cavernous cleavage. She took a deep breath to steady herself, and raised her eyes. The old man sat, eyes wide, smiling ear to ear as he took in the creamy complexion of her 36 D's, wondering at her dark pink nipples, areolas the size of quarters with a nearly dime sized hardening nub in the middle. He found his mouth watering, and licked his lips as he staring intently. He nodded his approval. "As I said. You are a perfect specimen. The prototypical Italian goddess. To see you on the beach, lounging before a crowd of young men, would be divine." he gushed. "And now, I show me more! Show me your wondrous hips and thighs and bum!" Resigned, and disgusted, let go of the blanket all together. I fell in a swirling pattern as it slid from her shoulders, tumbling down off the curve of her hip and onto the floor around her feet like a puddle. She stood, in all her naked glory, bare in the lamp-light. The slight tremor of nervousness in her legs translated into a general quaking of her curvaceous body, setting her tits, love handles, and butt a-quiver. Placing her right hand on her hip, Lucia thrust her hips to one side, and stood staring into Angelo's eyes. Spur of the moment, Lucia decided to appease the old man, and play up to his game in the hopes that he would be quickly satisfied. She grimaced with satisfaction as she saw his jaw drop, and his face momentarily lose its air of superiority and confidence in the face of her spectacular showing. "Dio santo..." Angelo whispered to himself, his hand twitching reflexively as if to cross himself after a lifetime of Catholic upbringing. "Che bella regazza, you are a truly magnificent woman." While Angelo watched, awestruck, Lucia began to pose for him, shifting her weigh from side to side with her hips, locking eyes with him, and puckering her lips. She strained to hold in tears and maintain her composure as she debased herself for his enjoyment. Reaching above her head, she piled her long brown hair on top of it, holding it there with both hands, accentuating her breasts with the position. She paused for some time there, shaking her tits slightly from side to side, their heavy fullness swaying in time with her hips. "Come closer." Angelo urged in a deep insistent voice. "Come closer so I can see you better." Hesitantly, Lucia took a couple paces closer, carefully stepping out of the blanket piled at her feet. She could see that Angelo was now breathing deeply and rapidly, and a bead of sweat was visible on his brow. He paused his leering for a moment, just long enough to remove his over coat and suit jacket, so that he sat in an expensive dress shirt and slacks, a bulge now clearly visible in the front of his crotch. Not bad, for an old fella, Lucia mused sardonically. Standing a foot away from where he was slouched down on the couch, Lucia felt powerful, as even at 5'7" she found herself towering over the seated old man. The feeling was a fleeting one, as Paulo came back in through the Cabin's front door. Looking back over her shoulder in alarm, Lucia saw him pull up short and stare are her wide bare bum that was facing him. "Wow boss, you really didn't waste any time here did ya?" Paulo asked with a loud guffaw. Angelo's anger was as instantaneous as it was ferocious. Sensing Lucia's discomfort with his presence, and enraged by Paulo's familiar tone, Angelo let loose a torrent of profanity in Italian, gesturing for Paulo to leave at once. "Testa di cazzo! Get out!" Angelo shouted with a final flourish of his hands towards the door. Paulo quickly retreated under the intensity of his boss's anger, sheepishly returning outside to the front of the cabin. Turning his gaze back to Lucia, he smiled. "You see bella, there is no need to fear. You continue to play nice and I will protect you from gorillas like Paulo. That philistine could never truly appreciate your beauty anyway. He was born here in North America, and likes his silly bleach blonde sluts. No respect for a real woman. And what a woman!" Angelo exclaimed, taking in Lucia's body for the hundredth time. The Cabin Ch. 01 "So if I do what you ask, you promise you will not give me to them?" Lucia asked, looking for reassurance. "Never!" Angelo proclaimed. "As long as you are mine, I would never let them touch you." "Thank you." Lucia said, in sincere gratitude. While she certainly did not revel in what she was doing for the old man... wait. Was that the truth? Was she secretly enjoying playing young goddess for Angelo? The moisture Lucia felt building between her legs would say maybe, but it was so wrong! Lost in thought, Lucia did not see Angelo's hands reach forward until she felt his rough, callused fingers grasp her full breasts, one in each hand. She gasped aloud as he began to use his strong, thick fingers to knead her soft tits, squeezing them and hefting them him his grasp. Lucia bit her lip to stifle a moan. She was enjoying some part of this! In confusion, she forgot herself for a moment, and let a small sigh escape her lips. Angelo's eyes went from her chest to her face in a flash, locking with her own. "Ah bella, now we are seeing the real you! The untamed sexual animal! Do not be ashamed. Enjoy it!" he urged, pinching her hard nipples sharply between his thumbs and forefingers. Lucia moaned involuntarily, and pushed her chest forward, subconsciously willing him to keep going, and roughly play with her breasts. Lucia bit her lip again, this time because she was overwhelmed with the sensations of his hard play on her tits. Angelo's rigid hands were extremely powerful from a lifetime of labor, and she reveled in the feeling of a real man squeezing her tits, so unlike the way that Steven tenderly caressed them. Pinching her nipples, squeezing the whole tit, and even lightly slapping them, Angelo made Lucia moan aloud though his ministrations. While still playing with her tits, Angelo gave Lucia instructions on what she was to do next. Without even consciously deciding to obey, Lucia found herself turning around. It was only as Angelo stopped rubbing her breasts that she became fully self aware, as she faced away from him and bent over, presenting her pussy to him at face level. "Oh bella Lucia, I can smell your sex already!" Angelo said joyously. "You are truly a perfect woman, to be so aroused by a wrinkled old man like me." he added with a wink. Bent over as she was, Lucia became embarrassed to realize she could smell her pussy's arousal as well. Her embarrassment was short-lived, and she bit her lip yet again, hard this time, as Angelo's strong hands began to slowly knead her ass cheeks. Much like he did with her tits, the old man worked deep into her flesh with his fingers, almost giving a deep tissue massage to her ass. Lucia's legs trembled with pleasure and she grabbed onto her ankles as she struggled to stay upright. Looking between her own legs, she watched Angelo's fascinated expression as he played with her. Lucia opened her legs a little wider, and he took the hint, sliding one hand down between her legs, where he gently grazed her short-trimmed pubic hair before cupping his hand over her entire slit. "I can feel the heat from your pussy." Angelo announced. "You are as hot inside as you are on the outside, bella. And as wet as a rainforest!" "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Lucia let out a long low moan as he began to put pressure on her pelvis from below, pressing on to her pussy hard, without actually penetrating it. "Oh my god!" she exclaimed, drawing blood as she bit her bottom lip yet again. Gone mad with pleasure, Lucia wasn't even aware that Angelo had stood up until she heard him unzip. Looking between her knees, she saw Angelo's pants drop to the floor, his belt hitting the hard wood with a jingle. Thinking quickly, before he moved on to the next step, Lucia turned around in a flash, and threw herself to her knees on the floor on front of the old man, trying to make it appear as if her legs had given out at last. In a deep husky voice, she blurted out, "I want to taste your cock!" before grasping at Angelo's briefs like a tigress. "Yes bella! Show me how well you know how to use the male member. Use those thick succulent lips and pleasure me!" Angelo urged. Wasting no time, Lucia pulled his briefs down to the floor to join his pants, and examined his dick with interest. Like the rest of him, Angelo's dick was dark toned, with what looked like a permanent tan. Even his dick looks weathered, Lucia thought as she reached up to gently stroke it. He was about three quarters hard, his cock thick and heavy looking, but still soft to the touch. His loose foreskin slid back easily as she began to softly stroke the base, revealing a large purple head beneath its folds. She lightly tickled his balls with her free hand, feeling them pulse up and down as she stroked. His balls were larger than average, but hung very low in their sack, gravity haven taken its toll over the years. All told, his cock matched him perfectly, and if its better years were behind it, it still looked powerful, exuding a masculine odor that was distinctive, but not unpleasant. "Put it in your mouth my bella puttana Italiana." Angelo commanded. "Succhiare il cazzo, bella Lucia." Lucia ignored him, and continued to slowly explore his cock. It began to grow harder now, becoming a rigid shaft in her hand. Lucia licked her lips and watched it grow to it's full impressive seven inches. Although not the longest cock she had ever held, it was certainly close to the thickest, seeming almost comically wide by comparison to its length. Despite being fully hard, his foreskin remained loose, something Lucia had never seen before. As she stared, she saw the flaring slit on his head begin to ooze precum, the clear liquid flowing to drip in a long line, slowly towards the floor. Stretching out her long tongue, Lucia leaned in and caught the droplet before it hit the ground. Angelo groaned as he watched her savour her first taste of his cock juice. She licked her lips, and make a satisfied smacking sound, exaggerating her enjoyment of it for his pleasure. Lucia raised her face higher, so that it was directly underneath Angelo's cock as she continued to stroke it. As the next bead of precum formed, she remained where she was, looking up into his eyes as this drop leaked out, and dangled from the tip of his cock before coming to rest in a line from her top lip to the bridge of her nose. She massaged his balls wit her free hand, juggling them back and forth in her palm, never breaking eye contact. Angelo moaned again as a third heavy stream of precum surged from his cock to splatter onto Lucia's face. He shook with the pressure he already felt building in his balls, causing the line to waver and splash in drops all over her cheeks and forehead. Unable to stand the strain of her teasing any further, Angelo fell backwards onto the couch, slouching down so that his balls dangled just at the edge near Lucia's face. Lucia leaned in closer, never ceasing her slow, steady stroking of his cock. She pointed it straight up in the air, and watched breathlessly as his precum began to cascade down the length of his cock, globs of it escaping his foreskin on every downstroke. She was amazing at the sheer volume of it, and the fact that it nearly matched the amount produced by her once-lover Jim Bean. It flowed like a faucet, lubricating her stroking hand, and giving off the pungent aroma of male sex. Unable to restrain herself any longer, Lucia leaned in to plant an unbelievably sloppy kiss on the head of his cock, smearing his fluid all over her lips in the process. "Ohhhh yes bella. That's it. Kiss my fat Italian cazzo. Rub my seed all over your face." This time Lucia followed orders to the letter, and leaving her mouth open with her bottom lip stuck out, she began to baste her face in his sticky precum. Lucia slathered her face in it, rubbing the leaking head of his cock all over her forehead, nose, cheeks, chin, lips, neck, and even chest. It dripped and ran in places, and stuck like glue in others. She began to slap his heavy and oozing cock off of her big round breasts as she stroked him, unleashing still more precum. Angelo was practically comatose now, his eyes open only in tiny slits that watched her whenever his eyes weren't rolling back into his head with ecstacy. At long last, Lucia slowly lowered her lips again to the head of his cock. Pulling back his foreskin all the way with her hand, Lucia exposed the shining head of his cock and opened her mouth wide, moving downwards to encompass it in her warm wet mouth. Angelo shuddered and for once was at a loss for words. Lucia held her lips loosely around his cock, and sluiced her mouth up and down his shaft. She could feel her hand begin to prune as she stroked his soggy cock in time with her bobbing mouth, feeling his foreskin slide back and forth with her tongue. Taking advantage of his extra skin, Lucia ran her tongue in circles inside of it as she sucked, slathering the head of his cock underneath. At this, Angelo's eyes shot open, and he let out a manly wail of pleasure and surprise. He began to murmur under his breath, though Lucia caught only bits and pieces of what he said. She kept at her work, swallowing down his precum by the mouthful, actually struggling for the first time ever with a blowjob that felt too wet. She hadn't thought that a possible adjective for a blowjob, but as Angelo's cock continued to pump out copious quantities of the liquid, she found herself swallowing over and over to keep her mouth free enough to suck. Already a sodden puddle had formed under his balls as they practically ran with precum and saliva from Lucia's cavernous mouth. "Oh yes. Oh bella puttana Lucia. Oh YES!" With a final exclamation, Angelo suddenly surged upwards with his big fat cock, grabbing the back of Lucia's head in both impossibly strong hands, and holding it place while he thrust upwards into her mouth. Lucia coughed and gagged simultaneously, struggling to cope with the sudden change of pace and depth. The immense girth of his cock staggered her as he pummeled her face choking her without mercy. Finally, after less than a minute of his onslaught, his hands eased off, and he resumed petting her head lovingly, whispering dirty endearments at her in English and Italian. Lucia pulled herself off of his cock, gasping for air, saliva pouring over her bottom lip and running down her neck and chest. Thinking quickly, and wanting to avoid being strangled to death by his huge cock, Lucia decided to use the saliva and precum covering everything around her to her advantage. Moving in closer to his lap, Lucia hefted her tits, one in each hand, and squeezed them together around his upright cock. Holding them firmly together, Lucia began to slide her chest up and down on his dick, fucking him with her tits. She moaned as he reached up to pinch her nipples while she titty fucked him, her sopping-wet breasts gliding effortlessly up and down his length. Angelo began to grunt as he watched, his breathing coming in ragged gasps, wheezing from his chest. He scrabbled with his hands for the back of her head, wanting to impale her on his cock once again, but lacking the fine motor skills required to do so as he found himself teetering on the brink of sexual insanity. "I want you to fill my mouth with your cum." Lucia announced lustily. "I want you to gimmie your load, pump it onto my tongue, let me taste your manly seed." "Yes bella." he replied. "Yes, eat it all. Eat it all. Eat all my cum." Letting go of her breasts, Lucia slid seamlessly back down to fuck his cock with her mouth, pushing herself to the limits of her endurance, taking him as deep as she could handle before coming up for air. Her nostrils flared as she picked up the pace, her chest heaving with the strain. She stroked his cock with one hand, rubbing his balls with the other, putting gentle pressure on their sensitive underside. She felt his balls tighten, and his cock pulse. His breathing came in ragged gasps, and his hands clenched and unclenched in her hair. His legs began to straighten and squirm as if trying to escape his body, and Lucia prepared herself for the inevitable flood of cum. No amount of mental preparation could truly have gotten Lucia ready for the surge of cum that followed. Angelo's load went from zero to sixty in one second flat; one moment Lucia was pressing his cock head against her throat opening, gagging on its girth; the next she was coughing up and entire mouthful of cum that seemed to have exited his cock like a cannon shot, all at once. Cum spewed out the edges of her mouth all over Angelo's stomach as he grunted and heaved, thrusting himself wildly towards her throat. Two much smaller shots of semen followed, both of which Lucia was able to handle and swallow down in quick succession. Her stomach gurgled in protest at the amount of cum and precum she was swallowing, but Lucia kept her mouth glued to Angelo's cock, milking out the last drops. Slowly, the old man's breathing began to return to normal, as Lucia continued to suckle at his now softening cock. His eyes began to open and again, and he ran his fingers through her hair gently, caressing her scalp. Locking eyes with her while her lips remained wrapped around her cock he made a heartfelt confession. "Bella Lucia, that... was incredible. I have not cum in a woman's mouth, or from a woman's mouth since I was teenager. You make me feel like a young man again, and if I was one, I would be fucking you again this instant." Lucia briefly took her mouth of his soft, yet still thick cock to answer briefly. "Your cock is amazing and it is a shame that you haven't been treated properly in so long. No man of mine would ever have to wait so long." "Oh bella puttana, I believe you." Angelo answered in earnest. "I think if you were mine you would send me to an early grave... but what an exit!" he added with a feeble grin and a wink. To be continued... The Cabin Ch. 01 She had told him, her Uncle had a cabin up in the mountains, and that she could get it for the weekend. So they had planned this get away for a month and now they were on their way. The SUV was loaded with groceries, alcohol, and sleeping bags. Everything else should be there. The cabin was on a lake, no neighbours for miles, no phones, just the solitude. It was to be just the two of them getting to know each other even more. They had met on line, she was 47, and he was 53. She had gone through a messy divorce, and he had been there for her, on line, and she loved the fact he was honest, and really liked her for who she was, not changing her, accepting what others saw as faults or quirks, he saw as personality and uniqueness. She even told him, she had a slight impediment, yet he shrugged it off, not even bother to ask what it was. He told her the only important thing, understanding each other, accepting each other. He travelled to see her in Oregon, and once he met her, he quit his job back home, and got a place, and they started to see each other. Taking it slow, not wanting to rush her, and to meet her son. He wanted to make sure she knew he was not interested in just having a causal relationship, but she was special. She was slim; almost a boyish figure, smallish breasts, definitely smaller than he had been used to, and her hips were almost non-existent. But she had this sexy quality that was so hard to define. She loved to wear a bikini, and at 47, not many women did. He was average build, maybe 10 lbs. over weight, a small belly, but not much to speak off, small butt and salt and pepper hair. He looked over at her as they drove, loving the few freckles she had, the lines around her eyes, it all just seemed surreal, that this gorgeous person, had a jerk of a husband that did not see the beauty of the person. She was becoming more comfortable with him, and the talked turned to sex. He cautiously told her, his fantasies were complicated, because sometimes he was dominant, sometimes he was submissive. He did not have one theme he could say he was fixated upon. He was open to almost anything. He realized that when he said that she squirmed a little and looked hesitantly uncomfortable. He asked her if something was wrong, and she looked at him, and said, please do not think I am strange, but since you are being honest, I will too. My marriage had not been good for many years, sexually I was never attracted to my ex, and over time, I had always found myself thinking about my son. She looked at me pleadingly, and she continued. I have never done anything with him, he does not know, and for years I tried to stop it, but the harder I tried, the more I wanted him. I told her, that I was not put off, in fact I have read about many women having that fantasy. She looked relieved and I asked her to tell me about it as we drove. She said it started when her son was about 12 years old, he slept with her a few nights, and she loved the feeling of him beside her. She said he was handsome even at that age, and all the girls in the neighbourhood would call him up on the phone. He was a shy boy and never wanted a lot to do with them, lacking self-confidence. She thought that is where some of the fantasies started, her trying to help him overcome his fears with girls. She would dream of initiating him, showing him how good sex felt, starting with oral sex, both giving and receiving, and working their way up to having outright sex in her bed, teaching him where the clitoris was, how to stimulate, and about birth control. She said this fantasy never left, it remained with her to this day, and her son was now 25and still shy. I was shocked, but not at her story, but rather how it affected me, I was excited and could feel my self-growing as I listened to her relate the fantasy to me. I decided to go for broke, and talk more about it, hopefully alleviating any fears she had about me judging her, but also because I was getting fucking horny listening to her. I asked her if she ever managed to see her son naked; and she said not since he was very young, but no not since puberty, although she had wanted to and thought about, but she felt disgusted and perverted, and would admonish herself every time she thought of it I told her I thought it was hot, and that we should have been together back then, we could have arranged to have him walk in, when she was giving head, and act embarrassed,, yet setting him up so she could teach him. She loved the idea, and soon we were talking about her fucking him. As we got more explicit, she leaned over and took my cock out while I drove, stroking it, making the head very wet and then leaned over and took me in her warm mouth. Now she was fulfilling another fantasy of mine, and I had not even told her about this one. She was sucking away, and I reached down with one free hand to feel her small tits. She did not need a bra, and so I had easy access to her pet nipples, which like her tits were small, but hard like bullets. I loved the rubbery feeling as I rolled them between my thumb and finger as they grew even harder. She took her head away and asked me to try and lift my ass, and she undid my pants and managed to lower them below my thighs with some effort. Still managing to keep the vehicle on the road, she resumed sucking my cock, using her tongue around the tip, pushing it into the hole at the tip. As she did this, she used one hand to cradle my sac, gently massaging them. I again resumed pinching her nipples, just enough to get a low groan yet not enough to hurt her Damn, I wish I could reach her pussy, but I also knew we wanted to make it there alive. It did not take much more, and I told her I was going to cum, and expected her to pull away, but she continued sucking my cock feverishly, and as I began to erupt into her mouth, she pumped my cock, trying to get every drop and she swallowed it all, continuing to lap and lick it even as t began to shrink. This woman was incredible, and all I could think of was thanking her asshole of a husband for leaving her. Finally she rose up, gave me a kiss letting me taste some of my own cum, then laid her head on my shoulder, both of us too relaxed to talk I could not wait to get to the cabin and return the favour. It was an hour before we got there, and when I parked, she smiled as I had to get out of the vehicle to pull my pants back up. Outside, we hugged as we surveyed the property; the cabin was on a hill, with a trail down to the lake. We could see a floating platform, a dock and a row boat. The cabin was an A-frame, with a loft, a fireplace. We unloaded the vehicle, and put the groceries away, and then I took the luggage up to the loft, checking out the washroom, and the view from the king-size bed. The place was perfect. When Jen came up the stairs, I reached for her, pulled her close and kissed her, long and slow, gently savouring her. I gently laid her back onto the bed, and knelt at her feet. I slid her jeans off of her, and rolled down her panties. She tried to push me away, saying she had not showered, but I said either had I in the car, and besides, I wanted to taste the real her, and it was not that long since we left that morning. I wanted to dive right in, but decided to take my time, to kiss her thighs, letting my hands go up on to her stomach, slowly working up to her breast, pinching them as I let my tongue work it way between her lips. Tasting her, damn, I love pussy, and not one that had been douched with strawberries or anything, but the natural taste of a horny woman. She had hair down there, soft silky, not a bush, but not shaven. The odour drove me wild; I know why they say that the hair provides lubrication bit also the scent that for ages drove men wild. It was as if, I could not get enough of her. I started to lap at her inner lips as the outer ones plumped up and fell open, letting my tongue snake as far up into her slit as it would go. He was thinking he could literally eat her pussy for hrs. He equated eating cunt, like kissing, the ultimate oral sex. He thought if one could be a great kisser, then he should be able to eat a woman to ecstasy. But maybe that was just his ego talking. Anyways, he started to lap her more intently, his nose rubbing her clit, as he sucked on her wet cunt. No longer caring whether it was her wetness or his saliva, although I am sure it was a mixture. Ash was tonguing her, her hips started to rise, to meet his tongue. Her breathing became raspier and she soon started to toss and turn, all the while holding his head in her hands, as if she was riding his face. He slid one finger into her cunt, running it along the top wall of her pubic area, until he found the spongy little nub, and as he flicked at her clit with his tongue, he stroked her g-spot. Her hips now started to buck, and he was having trouble keeping his head in between her thighs, so he kept the finger rubbing her inside, and he knelt up, and applied pressure on her pubic bone with his other hand. The extra pressure set her off, her eyes rolled and she began her first orgasm, unlike any other one before, this was intense, in fact so intense she began to pee, or so she thought. She was shooting a clearish liquid a foot into the air, although she did not realize it being lost in her delirious cumming. When he noticed her starting to squirt, he tried to catch as much of it in his mouth, splattering it on his face, his nose, and eyes. He had always wanted to have a woman ejaculate on him, and now it was happening. He was in heaven. She came again and again, each time subsiding a little more, her clit becoming more and more sensitive, until she had to tell him to stop. She squeezed her thighs shut, forcing him to with draw his finger from her spasming cunt. With her body still shaking, she tried to rise, wanting to return the favour, but he politely declined, telling her, she deserved that, and he was content just pleasing her. They laid in ach others arms, listening to the other breathe, both feeling contented, safe. They looked into each other's eyes, and the kiss just happened, naturally, not forced. With that, he got up off the bed, reached for her hand, and helped her dress, not one word spoken. They headed down the stairs, and smiling, began the task of preparing supper together. They shared a bottle of wine, talking about the ride up, she was still nervous about he felt, her story of incest. He re-assured her, that everyone has dark fantasies and in reality, there are a lot darker than hers. He was good at making her feel comfortable and normal. As they were doing the dishes, there was a knock on the back door, and when he answered it, he was met with a force that rendered him unconscious. When he began to come to, his head felt like he had a migraine, and his eyes focused, he looked up and could see Jen tied to a chair, and when he went to move he found that he was bound, both his arms and legs. Jen had tape over her mouth and though she tried to speak, everything was muffled; she had tears streaming down her cheeks. All of a sudden he felt someone grab his arms tied behind his back, and lift him and sit him in a chair opposite Jen. As he looked around, there was a mass of a man, dark beard, about 6'5" probably 240 lbs. The man laughed and talked to Jen, you new boyfriend doesn't look like much help now, does he? Jen struggled, and the man leaned over and slapped her face. Sit still or there will be more where that came from, he warned her. He reached over and pulled the tape from his mouth. Well what have we got here, the guy asked, so you like fucking my ex-wife? Before he could explain, the guy backhanded him across the face, bloodying his lip. He then grabbed him by the hair, and said, do you know the bitch left me? Do you? Well let me tell you, she was a kinky bitch, and I used to have to slap her around a bit, hell that was all that would turn her on. She loves rough sex, even watching it. He then turned to her, and said, don't you hon? Jen looked terrified, tears still welled up in her eyes. He looked back at his male captive and asked him, did she tell you about her son, the slut? Hell did she tell you her other kinks? Well if she didn't you are in for a treat. Her ex took a knife out and held it to his throat, told him if you do as I say, I will not have to use this on either one of you, but if you so much dare as to try something I will slit you both. Do I make myself understood? They both nodded, not like they had a choice. Now I am Frank, in case she never told you, and you might be? Gary, he muttered. Well Gary, I think we are about to have some fun here, what do you say? Gary did not answer, and that made frank laugh. Frank walked over to his ex-wife, untied her, and told her to strip or else. Slowly she took off her clothes, her ex commenting on her little tits and skinny ass. She felt small, very small, the more he talked, and Gary could tell that is how he controlled her, verbally abusing her. He told her to kneel in front of Gary and take his cock out. She knew what was coming; he was going to make her suck it as he watched. He liked humiliating her, talking to her as she performed for him. Frank took his cock out while watching Jen do as she was told. His cock was only about 6" long but thick, a lot thicker than Gary's, and it had a purple head on it, larger than the shaft. In some ways Gary was jealous, having always wanting to be circumcised. Without waiting to be told, Jen lowered her head and began sucking Gary's cock, trying to take as much into her mouth, hoping in a way to get it over with, maybe Frank would leave. Frank had no intention of leaving of course; in fact he was going to make this a night to remember. He was going to show his ex whom the boss was once and for all. The Cabin Ch. 01 Ante heard Dezerae's whimpers as he opened her soft inner lips, finding her clit within glistening folds. He drew her tender nub into his mouth, catching it lightly between his teeth. He nibbled and sucked, flicking his tongue back and forth, sideways and around. "God," Dez cried out, completely aroused when she felt his tongue slide down and slip inside her. Pleasure filled her warmest depths. Ante softly caressed her bottom, pulling her closer as his tongue probed deeper. The sweetness of her womanhood intoxicated him as he drank in her creamy nectar. He wanted to feel her warmth as well as taste her. Liquid silk bathed his fingertips as they slipped inside her softness. They slid in effortlessly. She was so wet from her juices. He slowly thrust them further inside her, feeling her tightness within. Dezerae shook as intense feelings overwhelmed her. Burning heat consumed her as her orgasm drew closer. Again, she took his cock into her mouth, sliding her lips around it. Her hand slid up and down as her tongue circled around, pulling his manhood deeper inside. "Sweet Jesus!" Ante gasped as he came up for air. "Don't stop..." Her lips were magical, so soft and warm. He felt her cup his balls gently, flicking her tongue all around as she suckled them into her mouth. Her other hand, soaked in saliva, circled tightly around his length. It never stopped as she pumped his cock up and down, faster and faster. He could feel his orgasm threatening, his breath coming in short gasps. "Feels good, doesn't it?" Dezerae teased as she pulled away. She could tell Ante was close. This time, she wanted him in her pussy. She wanted to feel his warm essence inside her. Reluctantly she left his cock, but only for a moment as she turned around to face him. "This is for you, darlin." Straddling his body, she could see the ecstasy in his eyes as she impaled herself on him deeply. With one thrust, she felt his fullness fill her very depths. She relished the sensation. She lifted her body and lowered herself down, again and again. Time stopped. Nothing else mattered except the two of them and what they were doing to each other. "Sweet girl," Ante mumbled, unable to say more. His fingers found her satin covered breasts and caressed them under the silky material. He felt her hard nipples, wanting to take them in his mouth, yet knowing he couldn't. He was helpless beneath her as her body moved wildly above him. Dezerae watched him as she circled her fingers frantically against her clit. She could feel the burning heat as pleasure filled her very core. Faster and faster she rode him deep inside her pussy. In...out...up...down...deeper and deeper. She could feel his hardness throbbing inside her, knowing he was about to cum. Ante thrust his cock harder as he held her by the waist. His breath came fast as they strained together in their final moments of passion. "Mmmmm, Dez..." His last plunge flooded her with his glorious release, filling her with pulsating surges of hot cum. He felt her pussy contract against him, pulling, squeezing, tightening as her own climax overtook her. Dezerae moaned as her orgasm gripped her in shuddering spasms. Undulating waves intensified, exploding into a continuous stream of unending bliss. "Mmmmm...Yes!" she cried out. "Oh, God..." Suspended in ecstasy, she enjoyed the pleasurable aftershocks that left her content and happily spent. She fell limply against Ante and felt the heaving of his chest against her. Her own heart pounded within her as she slipped into his embrace. Dez grinned. She saw the dreamy smile on his face and knew he was thinking of next time. Holding each other amongst the pillows, they tenderly kissed as the embers in the fire slowly died out. The Cabin Ch 02 (my husband continues his story) Confirmation I stood there naked on the cabin’s porch, arms and legs pulled away by the chains and cuffs, and watched the long shadows move slowly across the courtyard. My arms began to feel heavy and the leather cuffs on my wrists dug into the skin a bit. My legs were spread, but not far enough to be uncomfortable. The cool air had relieved the stinging on the underside of my cock, but the memory of Annie cock-whipping me kept me very hard. It suddenly dawned on me that I hadn’t heard her in the cabin for some time. I didn’t know where she’d gone, and my arms were tiring. A brief moment of doubt trickled through my mind. Annie was making my fantasy about slavery come true, but she didn’t have any real experience as a Domme. We’d played around a bit, but never anything serious, and I wondered if she would know where to draw the line. We had negotiated no safe word and no limits. I didn’t think she even really knew what those were. All we had were a handful of playful bedroom scenes over the last year and a few steamy fantasies I’d nervously related to her. I didn’t want to break the momentum, but I wondered if I should. I was about to call out to her when I heard her footsteps. She walked across the front room and out onto the porch. Her steps had the loud clack of hard soles. She’d changed out of the tennis shoes she wore on the drive to the cabin. I turned and looked at her. I forgot about negotiating safewords and limits. She had changed clothes. She was wearing a green flannel shirt, tied beneath her ribs so that her midriff was bare. The top few buttons were undone to show off her cleavage. She had jeans on, with the legs tucked into black leather calf boots with four inch heels. She somehow looked exactly right for a Domme at a mountain cabin, and I smiled. Annie just arched an eyebrow and walked down the front steps. She had a video camera and a tripod, which she set up facing me a few feet in front of the porch. When she got in the Durango, I was afraid she was going to leave me there, and I didn’t think I could make it much longer. But instead, she just backed up and swung around so that the headlights were shining in my eyes. She needed the light for the video camera. Coming back from the car, she turned on the camera and came up the steps. I wanted to ask what she was going to do, but kept quiet, trying to think like the slave I was supposed to be. She walked up to me and, taking my cock in her hand, kissed me roughly. Her tongue forced its way into my mouth, exploring me. Her hand slid down and cupped my balls tightly. Suddenly she broke off the kiss and stepped behind me. She loosened the chains holding up my arms and I thought she was going to release me, but she only gave a little extra slack. Then she knelt and tightened the chains holding my ankles, pulling my legs farther and farther apart. She moved back and forth, from one to the other, forcing me into a wider and wider spread. When she stopped, I was struggling to keep my balance with my legs almost five feet apart and the chains on my wrists now pulled tight as well. Annie stepped in front of me. Even though she’s a tall woman, I am still four inches taller than her. But, with my legs spread so far apart, and her wearing heels, she now towered over me. I found myself staring directly at her cleavage. She reached behind me and grabbed my hair, pulling my head back roughly so that I looked up at her face. “Are you staring at my breasts?” she asked sharply. “Yes mistress,” I said. “I was. They look very nice.” “Of course they do,” she said. “But don’t you think slaves should ask permission to ogle their Mistress?” “Yes Mistress, they should.” She waited, not saying anything, just pulling my hair and holding my neck bent backwards, opened, available to her. I looked up at her sweet, severe, face and my head swam. My inner thighs were straining, and I swayed back and forth in my bondage. Annie stood very close to me, and my cock brushed against her jeans. With a quick, savage motion she leaned forward and kissed me again, using her hand to press my mouth up against hers. Once more, her tongue parted my lips, my teeth, and felt its way around my mouth. My own tongue tried to spar with hers, but she forced it down, beat it back and claimed my mouth for her own. She turned her head and drove deeper into me, pulsing her tongue, fucking my mouth with it. I whimpered. She was amazing. Slowly she pulled away from me, breaking the kiss and stepping back. She picked up the leather crop once more and caressed my cock with it. I was leaking pre-cum, a great big bubble of it collected at the tip, but she ignored that and ran the crop along the underside of my shaft. I thought she was going to give me another cock-whipping. I hoped she was going to give me another cock-whipping. But when she slid the crop down my shaft towards and past the base, and brought the flat leather tip of it to a stop pressing gently against the bottom of my scrotum, I realized she had something else in mind. “Sean,” she said, “do you really want to be my slave?” “Yes,” I answered, hastily correcting myself by saying “Yes, Mistress.” The crop moved downward, away from my balls, and with a slight flick she brought it back up to tap firmly against them. It wasn’t a hard blow, but it made me jerk in my bonds. “Are you sure you want to be my slave?” she asked again. “Yes Mistress, I do.” I replied. She swung the crop again, striking my balls a little harder this time. I jumped again, and she repeated her question. “Do you really want this?” “Yes, Mistress.” Again, the crop slapped against my balls, harder still. I let out a gasp. She asked the question again and again, striking my balls harder each time. I always answered yes. How could I give any other answer? I was overcome by lust, lost in the scene. I became somewhat incoherent after a time, but still always answered yes. I lost count of the blows, and so did Annie, but from viewing the video tape later, I know that it was twenty progressively harder blows to my balls. At that point, she figured I really was serious, that I really wanted this and would welcome all that she had planned. She disappeared inside briefly, then returned, unchained me, and led me inside to the sofa. A bowl of soup and some wine were waiting for me. I recovered enough of my senses to eat. It had been a long day and I was suddenly very hungry. My balls ached as I sat there, naked on the striped corduroy couch, but my cock was still hard and the pre-cum ran freely down the shaft. When I was finished with dinner, Annie took me, still nude, into the bathroom. She told me to relieve myself, take a quick shower, and report to her in the bedroom. She reminded me to shave. The shower was huge, but rustic. Rustic was actually an understatement. The floor was cement, and cold and rough on my feet. But the shower itself was eight feet on a side and had a skylight floating above my head. The water, a short run from the heater, was hot quickly and I savored the warmth after my evening nude in the cool air. My inner thighs had a slight burning sensation from being stretched so far, and my balls radiated a dull ache. I made sure the shower was quick, and toweled off. I hung the towel back on the rack and saw my shaving gear sitting next to the sink. I lathered my face and carefully shaved the five o’clock shadow. I brushed my teeth, dried my face, and realized my cock was very hard again. I was looking forward to the bedroom. Annie had played out a great scene for me on the porch, and I couldn’t wait to slide into her pussy. It would be an intense fuck. I smiled at myself in the mirror, and whispered “You lucky bastard” to my reflection. With the smile still on my face, I opened the door and stepped across the hall to the bedroom. “I thought I told you to shave,” Annie said quite sternly, as I stepped naked through the bedroom door. My hand went quickly to my jaw line, feeling the smooth skin as a puzzled expression replaced the smile. I gulped with sudden realization, my other hand moving involuntarily to my pubic hair. Annie laughed. Not a wicked, evil laugh, but an impish playful one. “Just kidding,” she said. “You shaved the right fur. This time anyway.” Her eyes dropped to my pubic hair as her lips pursed in thought. She was wondering what I would look like without it. But after a moment, she set aside her thoughts and came towards me with leather cuffs again. She was now wearing a powder blue silk robe that came no lower than her upper thighs. Her smooth, shapely legs were intoxicating, but the cuffs made it clear I was still a slave and I had to remind myself not to ogle without permission. The wood stove roared away in the corner, heating the room nicely. The video camera stood in another corner, the red light quietly announcing my upcoming scene would be preserved on tape. Annie told me to turn around and put my hands behind my back. I complied and she quickly cuffed them together. Then she put cuffs on my ankles, but didn’t bind them together. Instead, she buckled thigh straps onto me and ordered me up onto the bed. “Face down,” she directed. I struggled up onto the bed, my hands useless behind me. When I was laying face down, Annie grabbed my left ankle and brought it up behind me. I felt a touch of cool metal and heard a snap. She had padlocked my ankle to the thigh strap. Next she did the other leg, and then separated my wrist cuffs, reconnecting them to my ankles as well. I was hogtied, face down on the bed. Annie climbed up onto the head of the bed, casting off the flimsy robe and sitting in front of me. Her legs stretched out to either side of my head. She was naked, and her pussy glistened. She was very wet. I could see where thin trails of liquid had run several inches down her inner thighs, and the scent of her excitement washed over me. Her pussy was inches from my face. I longed for it, and she knew. “Lift your head, slave.” I struggled to pick my head up as far off the bed as I could. Annie slid down, slipping her pussy right under my lips. Her hands touched my head and she gently pushed me down onto her as her thighs opened further. I could barely move. The position was uncomfortable, but my tongue and mouth worked franticly. Annie’s hips rose rhythmically, pressing against my face, driving against my lips. I had eaten her pussy many times, but never while bound. I had performed orally on her, but always as a lover and never before as her slave. Licking her pussy as her husband, as a free man pleasuring her of his own free will, had been enjoyable, one of my favorite forms of sex. But serving her as a captive, compelled to do this and unable to pull away or refuse, was powerful beyond anything I’d ever experienced. Her hands moved my head, directing my attention where she wanted it. She pushed me down when she wanted more pressure and pulled my head back by my hair when she wanted less. I was nothing more than a sex toy, a tool for her pleasure. I’d never been as excited or overwhelmed. She came, trembling and panting, her fists clenching tightly in my hair and grinding my face against her pussy as the tremors racked her body. She slowly came down from the orgasm. I felt it passing as the tension in her fingers and her thighs bled away. I kept licking, more softly now, hoping she would continue, seeking a second climax. But she slid out from under me and let my face gently fall against the blankets. Her hands ran absently through my hair. Gradually her breathing returned to normal and she let out a sigh. She rose from the bed and put the silk robe back on. Her hand ran down my shoulder, my arm, and then my flank and thigh. I was still bound, wrist-to-thigh-to-ankle, and she left me that way as she walked into the bathroom. I lay there, feeling the pull of the leather and smelling her pleasure. She had soaked the covers where my face now lay, and my face itself was covered by her juices. My cock was hard but trapped beneath me. My balls ached now not just from the beating they had taken not so long ago, but also from desire. Annie returned shortly, wearing the same robe but now over flannel pajama bottoms. She turned off the video camera, then checked the fireplace, making sure the door was secured. Back at the bed, she freed my ankles from my thighs, but left them cuffed together. She also left my wrists cuffed to my thighs. She pulled the covers back and told me to scoot underneath them. I did as she said, and Annie climbed in bed with me. She pulled the covers over us and moved her hand to my anxious cock. She stroked me very lightly, very briefly, then blew a kiss to me and said good night. “No masturbating,” she said as she turned out the light, a barely suppressed giggle in her voice. “You’ll get your release eventually. But not tonight, Love. Slaves sometimes have to wait.” She was asleep in minutes, her soft, contented breathing haunting me in the darkened room. I was surprised to realize how exhausted I was. Even so, it was a long time before I could fall asleep. Annie had thoroughly stunned me that day. I thought of what morning would bring, and wondered if my own fantasies could even compare. The Cabin Ch. 02 As Jen's head bobbed up and down the length of Gary's swollen cock, her tongue began to swirl, she was getting into it, and she loved to suck cock and soon was caught up in it, so much so that she forgot about Frank watching. Then she heard Frank talking to Gary, so what do you think, Jen sucks a mean cock doesn't she? Gary did not say a word, so Frank grabbed his hair and asked him again, Gary said yes she does. Franks asked, Yes she does what? Yes she sucks a mean cock, not wanting to agitate him further, especially since he was still tied up. Talking like she was not there, Frank kept it up, telling Gary what a delicious slut she was and could be. How when he first met her, she had a reputation for loving to get fucked, sucking cock, and even being bi-sexual with her girlfriends? Frank said that was one of the reasons he married her, because of her sexual drive. Frank's talk both disgusted her, and turned her on as well; having him brag about her sexual talents was making her hotter. Frank turned back to Gary, and said are you enjoying her blowjob? Gary nodded yes. Frank said well, I hope you took notes, and with that, he took his cock out, and pulled Gary's head down toward it. Gary's eyes opened wide, he wasn't really going to stick that in his mouth, was he? Jen realizing what was about to happen, lifted her head away from the cock she was feverishly sucking and began to protest and Frank backhanded her across the face. I did not ask you did I bitch. Get back to sucking that cock, or else you will regret it. Jen knowing his temper and how mean he could get, immediately started to suck the cock in front of her, tears in her eyes. Now Frank said, it is only fair that my wife is sucking your cock, that you do something for me. Seeing how I am a fair man, I will give you two options and you can decide, you suck my cock, or I fuck your hairy ass. Gary's eyes bulged when he heard what Frank said, and he decided to suck his cock, he had only ever had a Drs. Finger up his ass, and that was just during his exams. Gary lowered his head, not really knowing what to do, but he did not have to, as Frank pushed the head against his lips, forcing his way into the reluctant mouth at his disposal. Frank reached down, and pinched one of Jens nipples, making her moan a throaty sound of approval. She was no longer teared up, she had secretly loved the idea of a man being forcibly raped by another man, and now she was living it, even if she was being forced too. She looked up as she sucked that cock, looking at her exes going in and out of her boyfriend's mouth. She was so fucking turned on; her hand went to her cunt, not caring anymore. She was hoping that maybe this would lead to future threesomes where he might consensually do another man for her to watch. Frank began talking again, asking Gary what cock tasted like, egging him, pushing him. The whole time thrusting his cock in and out, telling Gary what a good cocksucker he was, almost as good as Jen. Strangely Gary started to suck with enthusiasm, licking it, sucking the knob, trying to get the spunk out of it. He was not sure if he liked it, or if he just wanted it to end, but he sucked harder, varying his technique. Frank noticing the change, told Jen to stop and help her boyfriend, and She jumped at the chance to suck that cock together, as a couple. They licked the sides together and when their tongues touched, they kissed. Frank had a hand on each head and he guided them, her head back to his mushroom capped head, and he pushed Gary down to his hairy balls, making him lick and suck them. Frank was enjoying the power he held over the situation, making him more excited. He had them reverse positions. He wanted Gary to suck his cock, to make sure he knew that Frank was in total control. Gary began sucking, and Jen watched with awe. She was so caught up in it; she wanted to see Frank shoot his load in Gary's mouth. And soon she could see Frank tense up, Gary felt it too, and Frank held the back of his head, and erupted hot semen onto his mouth. Gagging at how much was coming and how fast, he struggled not to choke. Jen watched his Adams Apple as he swallowed spurt after spurt of the milky stuff. She hated to admit it, but this was hot. A Frank's cock started to go soft, he pulled out and had Jen lick the rest of it clean, and she eagerly lapped at it, while Gary sat there stunned. Frank walked away, and Jen rose enough to kiss Gary, tasting Franks cum in his mouth, both slightly embarrassed, but the flushed faces giving them away. What they did not notice was Frank, he came back and this time he had a gun. He pointed it at them and told Jen to untie Gary. She did nervously as she was told. Frank said that the game was about to get more interesting. He told Jen to bend over the table. And for Gary to fuck her from behind, and to make it good, otherwise he might have to force the issue. Gary went up behind her and gently stated to enter her from behind. Frank yelled at him, to ram it in, she likes it rough, didn't I tell you that, don't you ever fucking listen? With that Gary just pushed it in, not that it mattered as her cunt was so moist, and it just slid in. He started to fuck her, when Franks said to slap her skinny ass, and so Gary did, lightly, and when Jen moaned, he began to slap her harder, leaving hand prints on her buttocks. She must like it Gary thought, because she started to squirm under him. Frank went around the front, and pulled her arms stretching her so that he could get at her mouth. She started to suck on his thick soft cock, and it slowly started to swell with her lips around it. Frank reached under and began mauling her little tits, squeezing them roughly, pulling on her nubs. She made a gurgling sound; that Gary was sure was unmistakable pleasure. He was learning more about her as this went on. Gary looked down at his cock going in and out of her wet cunt, it was covered in white foam, soaking wet. Liquid running down her thighs, and with that mage he slapped her ass again, making her lunge forward, taking more of the cock in her mouth. Frank grabbed her head and one hand in her back, told Gary to take it out and fuck her ass. Jen tried to get up, but Frank held her firmly. By now Gary was enjoying the power, and he wanted to do this so bad. He pulled out with a plopping sound, opened up her shinny cheeks and placed the head at her brown wrinkled anus. He pushed in; ignoring the fact she was trying to clench to keep him out. Frank smiling now, released her head, and told her he was enjoying this. She groaned. Gary kept pushing, as if something had over taken him. A man possessed. He steadily pushed it in, until he was all the way. He stayed still letting her adjust to it, and when he felt her push back, he began to fuck her ass slowly. Grabbing her hips, he began to rally ram her, wanting her to feel him. What Gary didn't see was Frank leaving Jen, and when he did it was too late, Frank pressed him forward and with the gun at his temple, felt Frank begin to penetrate his ass. The searing pain that was going through him was unbearable, and frank did not care, he just shoved it in, pushing it deeper. Do you like fucking my wife? Well now I am fucking you, isn't this great, just the three of us. Jen was shocked and fucking hot, here she was in a daisy chain, forced or not, she was loving it. She could feel Franks fucking Gary's ass, the vibrations running through them all. She wished she could step outside herself and watch it. So surreal she thought. From her sounds, Gary knew she was getting off on it, and as the pain subsided he too found himself starting to react differently than he ever imagined. His ass began to clamp down on the cock that was in it. Rank noticing the difference began to fuck him in earnest. Gary's cock got harder, all three fucking the other, and the sounds were one big sexy rumble. Frank was the first to cum, and Gary feeling the spunk filling his ass, caused him to lose it spilling his seed into Jen. Jen started to cum and all three let out a collective groan, each one announcing that they were cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmming!!!! Frank pulled out of Gary's ass, letting the juice run on to the floor, Gary collapsed on Jen, his seeping out around his softening cock. Frank, got up to go to the bathroom, and when he returned, it was lights out. When he came to, it was him tied up, and Gary standing there with the gun. Fuck Frank thought, I should have tied the prick up. He knew he was fucked now, and was trying to figure out how to turn the tables. Maybe if he threatened Gary, he would be worried, he was sure Gary would not use the gun, most men are not violent by nature, and would more likely just turn him in. Gary did not want to turn him in, Gary did not want to kill him, in fact if anything, Frank awoke something in Gary and that was sexual revenge. Gary had not cleaned his cock after fucking Jens ass, and he was going to make sure Frank cleaned it. He instructed Jen to go up to the loft and bring her dildo down, it was time Frank found out what it was like to be mistreated he said. Jen returned with the dildo, and Gary grabbed Frank, bent him over the table, and told him how lucky he was, because Gary was not as cruel. He then instructed Jen to lube up the fake cock, and insert it into his ass. Jen eyes lit up, and she happily did as she was told, and taking great delight watching it disappear up her ex-husbands ass. She was fucking his ass, something she had always wanted to do, but scared to ask for, the animalistic nature in all three showing. Gary moved around to the front, his cock hardening, and he placed it under the nose of Frank. He could smell the secretions from Jens ass, and the pungent odour was making him gag. He was sure that if Gary stuck it in his mouth he would vomit. Gary sensing the hesitation held the gun now, and told him that if he did not suck him clean, or if he threw up, he would pay the price. Frank could see the wildness in Gary's eyes, like a man possessed now. Loving the shift in Power. Gary guided his cock with his hand, he did not want to force Frank, but rather the power was watching frank take it in his mouth, without being touched. Part of him wanted Frank to call his bluff; part of him wanted the debauched scene to continue. As he neared Franks' lips, they parted, and even Jen stopped to watch, mesmerized by the sheer nastiness of it. The taste was putrid he thought, he was sure he would not be able to do it. As the cock went deeper, the smell became stronger, his eyes started to burn. As Gary started to thrust, Frank's revulsion started to shift; he slowly became accustomed and soon was sucking it. All three were finding out things about each other and themselves, things they never thought the human mind would adjust to. Gary loved the power, the nasty side of it; Jen was enthralled with the idea of two males doing what most males would consider abhorrent. Frank loved the fact he corrupted two individuals. All three were lost in their own sexual world, each oblivious to the others sex acts. Jens eyes were glued on the dirty cock being sucked as she fucked Franks ass, Frank was lost in the excitement he was surprised by in having both orifices invaded, and Gary lost in the power, and the fact he was enjoying having his cock sucked by another man, let alone by his girlfriend's ex-husband, who had earlier raped him. Jen noticed Franks cock was hardening through all of this, and keeping the dildo fucking his ass, reached around and started to stroke it. She could not believe Frank was so turned on. The more of Gary's cock he sucked, with a dildo in his ass, the more his cock twitched in her hand. Soon she could feel the build-up, knowing he was going to cum, she told Gary. Gary hearing that started to cum in Frank's mouth. Frank felt the first splash at hit the roof of his mouth, and that set him off, his cum shooting out of his cock, splattering the floor under the table. Both of them spurted more cum than they thought possible after all the sex that had happened. Spent, they all collapsed in separate chairs, Gary holding the gun at his side. Frank started to laugh, slowly then building up to a hearty one. Gary and Jen looked at him, and asked what was so funny? Frank told then the gun was not loaded, never was. Gary and Jen looked at each other, Gary checked the chambers and sure enough, Frank was telling the truth. They looked at each other, and they started to laugh too, al three of them. Jen the first to subside; asked now what? All three looked at each other, and with a knowing look, knew they had each discovered a sexual side they had not known. Gary suggested Frank spend the weekend, and see where it lead to. All three agreed with a silent nod, and headed up to the loft. The Cabin Ch. 02 After a few years apart, two friends reconnect and bond during a trip to a family cabin. This is part 2 of their story... * Jeff and I came in from the hot tub still wearing nothing but our skin. I was feeling pretty good, not drunk but with a pleasant buzz. I think he was feeling the same way. We made our way back to the master bedroom which is where I had dropped my stuff when we had arrived earlier that day. As we walked Jeff was talking to me. "I have a little bit of a confession to make." He began " I've been thinking of you a lot since I've been out west. In fact I would catch myself thinking about you every time I was in a situation that involved sex. Images of you or at least how I remembered you back in high school came to my mind all the time. I mean, you have always been my best friend, and I will always feel that way about you; but somewhere deep down I knew I was attracted to you sexually and had to get you alone to see what could happened." I glanced over at him as we walked back to the bedroom. "So you're saying you've been lusting for your best friend for the past two years?" This revelation neither bothered nor hurt me, in fact it validated the feelings I was having at that moment. I guess I was always just so open to him as a person, I could see us doing just about anything together. You could say I was wishing for something to happen on this trip, but was afraid to say or do anything for fear of losing my oldest friend. "Well, longer actually." He continued. By now we had reached the master bedroom and continued inside and stopped next to the king sized bed. Jeff spun on his heel. "Hey I wanted to surprise you." He said with a grin. "Wait here, I'll be right back." With that he went back to the room his stuff was in. I sat down on the foot of the bed and thought back to the events of this day. The uneventful drive here, forgetting my swim suit, the look I caught in Jeff's eyes when he saw me naked for the first time. The urges I felt for him when I saw him hard and naked. I closed my eyes and remembered how it felt to have him touching my hard cock in the shower for the first time, and how his hard flesh felt in my hands as we brought each other to roaring orgasms. Then my mind wandered to the feeling of first his fingers, and then his massive cock as it slide slowly into my virgin ass. Opening my eyes I looked down and saw the pink head of my cock looking back up at me, throbbing to the memories of our second mutual orgasm of the night. I couldn't remember ever feeling as sexually alive as I did at that moment. I heard Jeff footsteps on the wood floor as he returned to the room. Reaching the bed he smiled as he saw my stiff cock pointed toward the ceiling. Under one arm he had a large towel rolled up and in his opposite hand he had a bottle of some sort. "So, while I was on spring break last year I took some courses on massage, sports medicine, stuff like that. One of the girls taking the class with me, Audrey, offered to give me some one-on-one lessons on sensual massage." He said with a wink. "I bet!" I replied. Jeff was such a ladies' man. It seems like no matter where he went the girls were all about offering him massages and their bodies with little or no effort on his part. Jeff smiled and continued. "I figured I would thank you for thinking to take me here and also for being who you are." "For who I am huh?" I joked. "Who am I then?" I asked He took on a serious look as he spoke. "Yes, you have no idea how many times I wanted something like this to happen between us, and how many times I imagined it going bad; you would flip out and tell me to get lost. You have been and always will be my best friend and doing anything to ruin that scared the shit out of me. When I came into the bathroom earlier I was going to confess how I felt and just let the chip fall where they may. It took me a few beers to work up the courage. But it seems," he paused and looked down at my still hard dick, "my worries were for nothing." "You're damn right they were." I replied. "When I saw you standing there naked with that amazing hard cock, I don't think I could have wanted anything more. Seriously though," I continued "I think I always knew I was attracted to you in some way, more than friends, you know? Hell, I probably "forgot" my swim suit because subconsciously I wanted you to see me naked just to see what would happen." He laughed when I said this. I was sort of joking with him, but was also being serious. I knew when I saw him standing there I needed to take the risk and see what happened. I am so glad I did! "So anyway, let me hook you up, Audrey says I have pretty talented hands and I figured it was the least I could do for bringing us up he re and letting fate have its way with us." "That sounds pretty fuckin' awesome to me." I said "How do you want me?" Jeff walked over to the bed and motioned for me to stand up and then laid out the over sized towel and motioned to it with one hand. "Ok, lie down on your stomach, arms to your sides and get comfortable." I did as he instructed and climbed onto the bed and lying down, placed my arms down at my sides. I turned my head so that it was facing away from the bed and toward Jeff. The sun was down now and though the room was dimly lit I could still see well enough from the warm glow coming from out in the living area. "Relax." He said as he moved to the side of the bed. "Yeah, that won't be a problem." I thought to myself. I had a pretty good hard on before I moved onto the towel, but it had calmed down a bit and was looking forward to my first massage in well over a year. I heard a bottle cap flip open and then saw the bottle as he placed it on the table next to me. I squinted to see what it was and read that it was scented massage oil. As I read the label I took a deep breath and was pleased at the strong vanilla smell mixed with Jasmine. Next I head Jeff rubbing his wet hands together then felt him touch my shoulders. "Mmmmmmm..." I moaned out loud. Damn, was just started and it already felt amazing! Jeff moved his warm slick hands like an expert over my back. Starting at my shoulders he worked from the inside out to my arms and then back in, varying pressure and stopping only long enough to add a little more oil. He then worked down to my lower back and spine. Now THERE was the money spot! He must have felt the tension there as he works his hands over my spine to my sides gently at first then harder, working the knots out. Neither one of us spoke. Jeff warmed a little more oil in his hands and moved down over my exposed buttocks. His fingers kneaded my flesh causing me to have goose bumps and butterflies in my stomach. His ministrations also caused my cock to stir, growing under me almost uncomfortably as his hands massaged my firm ass. Finally, Jeff spoke. "I'm really glad you stayed in shape after High School, I was afraid you were going to be a fat ass when I got off the plane." He stopped for a moment and I opened my eyes and looked back at him. He had a big devilish "Jeff" smile on his face. He was waiting to see what my reaction would be to his comment. "Man, fuck you. If memory serves you liked the fatties didn't you?" was my reply. Jeff had an unfortunate incident at an after game party that ended up with him drunk and passed out. At some point he woke up to Tracy Womack riding his dick for all she was worth. Of course Tracy was over 250 pounds and knew this was about the only way she was going to get her hands (and pussy) on Jeff's 10 inch dick! The thing was, when he came to, rather than freaking out, he just grabbed her hips and let her ride him until she flooded his pole with her pussy juice. Jeff blew his load shortly after and promptly passed back out. He didn't really remember the incident but there were enough people with cameras to prove the event transpired. After that if I ever wanted to get the final word on something I would work in the "Tracy incident". I smiled to myself as I faced the other way, waiting for a reply, usually none came. My reply came in the form of his oiled hand coming down HARD on my left ass cheek. "SLAP!!!" The sound echoed off the walls. Jesus did that sting! "Oops, hand slipped my bad!" After the initial shock of him slapping my ass passed I laughed a little to myself. "I thought you would like that one." "Yeah, ha ha mother fucker! I think she almost broke my hip!" He said sarcastically We both laughed for a moment then I felt his hand as it gently came back to my ass cheek. He rubbed the side he just slapped until the sting was finally gone and pleasure remained. He then resumed his massage over both sides and then down toward the backs of my thighs. He worked his warm hands over each leg and then back up moving them together from inner thigh to the crease where my legs met my ass. Each large concentric circle brought his hands from low on my thighs up and around each cheek of my ass. As he made those circle his hands would open my ass to him on each pass. Soon I felt myself moving my hips in time, pushing my ass back as he spread the cheeks apart. His hands worked deeper between my ass until I felt them as they joined together and then passed down over my anus. This felt incredible! Now his thumbs were moving up and down over my hole. He paused and then I felt them come back, only slicker. Jeff moved his thumbs up and down again, circling my hole and applying light pressure from the outside then pushing slightly harder as he moved them toward my sphincter. My Cock was rock hard now and pulsed between my belly and the towel beneath me. I raised my ass as he teased my asshole with his thumbs, taking a little pressure off of my member as I did. Jeff gently slipped one thumb into my ass in one smooth move. A moan escaped my lips as he pushed it into me and then bent it down inside me toward my prostate and applied pressure. Jesus! That feeling was beyond words! He moved his thumb in a circle inside me where my prostate causing an intense desire deep in me. My cock felt like a steel bar and all I wanted to do was push more of his fingers deeper into me. Apparently that was not part of his plan. Slowly, Jeff removed his thumb and gently pushed my ass back down toward the bed. He then resumed his massage down to my calves and feet. A part of me was disappointed. I wanted him to continue exploring my ass, but his hands were magic on my legs and I again started to relax as he worked out the stress that had built up in my body over the past year. He stopped and said, "Flip over." I did as instructed and turned over onto my back. Without saying anything Jeff took a small folded hand towel and laid it across my eyes. Another pause and then his freshly oiled hands touched my shoulders and started to work over my collar bone and then down to my chest. I can say for sure whoever this Audrey was taught him well! His hands were strong without being overly so. Next he worked down from my shoulders to my pecks, down across my belly to my hips. As his hands neared my midsection I became aroused again stiffening back to my full length. The only sound in the room was his hands as they worked wetly on my skin and his breathing. Again I felt disappointment as his hands moved down to the front of my thighs. He worked on each leg thoroughly kneading and rubbing each leg down to my feet again. By this time everything except for my cock was in a total state of relaxation. There was another slight pause and then I felt his warm oiled hands back on my hips. They worked up and then in, but he moved his hands so that rather than touching my cock they moved to either side. Then he brought them back down toward my balls. Finally I felt his hands on my sex. They lightly moved over my balls, and then down below them, between my legs leading to my ass. I instinctively spread my legs further apart. Jeff moved his hands back up and again moved his hands up and around my throbbing shaft without actually touching it. Fuck! This was torture! His hands move back down and played with my swollen balls some more. I was beginning to hump the air as his actions brought his fingers down toward my willing ass again. Once more his hands came up and framed my cock, but this time he encircled my shaft and pointed it straight up. A moan came to my lips but ended as a shout as I felt wet heat slide over first the tip and then shaft of my turgid prick. Jeff had placed his mouth over me in one smooth move and took me into his warm inviting mouth. I bucked my hips hard as he pushed his mouth down around my cock taking me down to the root of my cock. He held me there for a moment, and then came back off of me all together. "Where the fuck did you learn how to do that?" I exclaimed. "The same girl who taught me how to massage." He replied. "I was very open to her. For some reason I felt like I could tell her anything. She would tease me for hours at her place. When she would finally let me cum I thought I was going to pass out more than once! She showed me a lot about my body that I had no idea about." I didn't respond. I was still lying with the towel across my eyes relishing the feel of his strong hands on each hip and the sound of his voice as he spoke. After a moment I felt the bed shift, obviously from his body weight as he moved onto the bed and positioned himself between my spread legs. Again his hands circled around my throbbing cock and then brought it back up and into his wanton mouth. My head arched back as he took me into his hot mouth. He slowly worked his lips around the mushroom head then down to the shaft and with small strokes moved his mouth up and down allowing a little more of me to enter his mouth each time he came down. It was safe to say this had to be the best head I had ever had! As his mouth worked on my dick his hands played with my balls, He went from gently massaging them to tugging on them with gentle pressure. Jesus! I had, up to this point, cum harder than I ever had twice today. Right now I felt like I was going to match the intensity of those orgasms, and had no idea how that could be. Maybe it was just the carnal desire I had for this man for so many years finally coming into fruition or maybe he was just a straight up stud who had me shuttering and moaning like a little whore. Soon Jeff was sucking with a steady rhythm long, slow, and deep. Each time his mouth met the base of my cock I would thrust up burying myself deep down his throat. He never gagged once. "He must have had an awesome teacher." I marveled to myself. "I then pictured myself doing this to him, sucking him deep down to the back of my throat and beyond; feeling his cock throbbing in my mouth and then shoot thick jets of cum down into my stomach. That though brought me to the brink. My balls tighten and I started to pant. Suddenly Jeff stopped and took his mouth off of me. I had to look. I reached up and took the cloth off of my face and looked down. Jeff had look of pure lust of his face. He was glistening with perspiration and was almost panting front having my 9 inch cock buried to the hilt in his mouth. I looked down his body and saw his hard cock jutting out. Pre-cum oozed from its tip as it bobbed in time with his heart beat. Jeff looked into my eyes. "Dude, I'm sorry, I have got to have your ass again!" He didn't even wait for an answer. Taking the bottle of massage oil off the bed next to him he drizzled a healthy amount into his hand and then, popping the cap shut and tossing it aside, slathered the oil on his turgid member. I didn't need any encouragement. I lifted my legs up as he moved forward. I opened myself to him as he grabbed my slick body and brought me to him. Jeff moved in under my legs and then took his cock in his hand and, aiming the head down toward my oiled ass, pushed it effortlessly past the ring of my anus. Letting go he brought himself forward the rest of the way pulling me into his stiff member and he pushed into my ass. His oiled cock felt amazing as it slowly slid into me. I could feel the pulsing heat of it as he pushed deeper into my ass. My cock jerked wildly as his hips met my ass. Jeff grunted as he buried himself all the way inside me. Then he started fucking me. On the couch earlier you could almost say we made love. The act was gentle, sort of exploratory. Now was different. We were more raw and passionate with each other. He used long fast strokes to pound my ass, fucking like a man possessed. I was pretty much in heaven and was content to let him drive himself urgently in and out of my ass, he groaned each time his cock bottomed out, as did I. "Yeah, gonna cum again!" He said breathlessly. "Do it!" I encouraged. "Fill my ass, make me cum again!" Jeff buried himself deep in my ass and moaned out loud. I felt him swell in my ass then felt that amazing feeling of his cum as it shot into me. I could actually feel the first two spurts shooting inside. After those first two spurts though, he pulled out of me and aimed his shooting cock at my dick and came on it as well as my stomach. My cock was already drooling from the ass fucking he was giving me. Now it was being coated in his cum as he jerked off onto my shaft. I was awe struck. The sight was so hot I just watched as he emptied the rest of his balls onto my twitching cock. Each glob of pearly cum landed on either my balls or my shaft, each time his cum landed on me I would jerk with ecstasy. Jeff's orgasm ebbed. He let go of his thick dick and leaned back over me and taking my jizz sodden dick in his hand he quickly engulfed it with his mouth. He didn't even need to move. Just the act of drawing me into his mouth was enough to trigger my orgasm. I came with a shout! The first shot that rocketed from me almost hurt at it fired down his throat. I shot over and over in his warm welcoming mouth. All the while my back arched in bliss as I balled the sheets under me in my closed fists. My whole body orgasmed and emptied itself through my cock into Jeff's talented mouth. Jeff held in place as my cock jerked and twitched in his mouth. He never spilled a drop of our combined cum as he started to suck gently, coaxing the last of my seed from my balls. Finally, exhausted, my whole body went limp. Sweat ran down my forehead as I panted. I felt Jeff's mouth slowly slide back off of my rod, then felt the bed move. I glanced up to see him moving over me. He brought his face up to mine. He was breathing heavy and sweating as much as I was. He hovered over my face for a moment. In that time I felt his cock resting against mine. My cock twitched, as if it had a mind of its own. "Jesus," I thought to myself. "How the fuck am I getting hard again after I just came like that?" Before I was allowed to think on anything else I snapped back to reality as I felt Jeff's mouth press against mine. It was a tentative kiss at first, light, gentle, loving. I returned it in the same way. Each time we brought out mouths together we kissed a little harder, a little more impassioned. Soon our tongues were exploring each other's mouth. I could taste the combination of our mingling cum in his mouth we kissed. After a long while we returned to the light and gentle kisses. Jeff pulled back and flopped over next to me on the bed. We both lay there quietly for a long time not speaking, but not really needing to either. I felt his hand reach over and take mine. I returned the hold and we laid there holding hands until we both drifted off to sleep. The Cabin Ch. 02 Author's Note: A Brief word of warning before you read this chapter. This contains the following: Severe cum inflation, mild growth, a cock thirty inches long, tentacles, nipple and urethral penetration and futanari. If these are good with you, then please read on and let me know what you think, if not then do not continue. ***** Blair could hardly believe how fortunate she'd been. She kept glancing at herself in the rear view mirror, grinning at her beauty, so great she was certain supermodels would fall to their knees in reverence of her appearance. The thought wasn't even that much of an exaggeration, as the reminder of the being that gave her this look, pulsed between her legs, eager to lose its virginity in the days to come, even though the past week had seen its use more often than not. Blair's smirk widened, showing her perfect, white teeth as the previous seven days played over in her mind. She could feel her cock throb in arousal at the memories. The day she had woken to find her massive cock, had been one of discovery. Every time she touched herself, she found a new point of distinct pleasure. Simply touching her toned stomach was enough to have her thoughts conjure images of women all worshipping her cock, even getting dressed became a pleasurable act now. Blair had fortunately grown used to the new sensations of her body, able to control them to a certain degree so that she wouldn't grow hard, however her grip was tenuous at best and even the slightest slip up left her in a haze of lust for several orgasms. That was something she had been very pleased to note, that she could experience multiple climaxes. Her refractory period was almost non-existent. By the time she had caught her breath after an orgasm, her balls were full of cum again and eager to expel it, not only that but her superhuman stamina made it so that she didn't tire for hours to come. She chuckled to herself at the memory of a time when she had gone for a full twenty four hours without rest, simply drinking her cum for nourishment. That was something of note as well, that her cum, so thick it had to be chewed half the time, was a perfect source of any and all nutrients she needed. It didn't hurt that it tasted possibly better than any meal a world renowned chef could ever make. Blair had noted a very slight, but continuous growth as. Within the week, she had added an inch to her bust, hips, height, cock and balls. It was something she had expected, though Blair had assumed the plant's growth to be tied to fucking her in some way, as if her juices were what it needed, however she was unable to test this theory before it had passed. It made no true difference though, since she would carry out its last request, that she share the pleasure she had experienced with the rest of the world, or at least the women. Blair unconsciously licked her lips at the thought of her childhood friend turned hated enemy, Riley, begging for her cum. She shook aside those memories. Every time she thought of Riley, hatred seethed within her, for all the times the popular girl had mocked her, pranked her and abused her. Blair had every intention of revenge, however she would wait until she was fully accustomed to her body, or it reached its peak. The second option made her shudder in arousal, thinking of how impossibly huge she could get. There had never been someone like her before, as such she wasn't sure if her longer lifespan, or human DNA would allow herself to grow continuously, like a snake. It almost had her giggling in delight as she pictured herself standing seven feet tall, with a cock twice the size of her. She returned her mind to the cabin. It was a mess now, one that she had no intention, nor desire to see cleaned up. Her cum, a strange dark white colour, coated almost every surface in several layers, the amount she produced enough to flood her bathtub, and then some. If she had to guess, Blair would say she came roughly a hundred or so gallons with every orgasm, and the amount was only increasing as she grew. There was no real way to tell, since she had no idea what the actual measurements of her tub were, nor did she have any containers at her disposal that could even hope to hold a fraction of her climax. Her cum was so thick as well, able to completely conceal anything buried in it. Trees passed by in a flash. Her windows were rolled down, letting the fresh air blow into her truck, letting her fill her lungs with the scent, though the plants had faded since its passing a week ago. It still saddened her, but it was hard not to feel grateful to the dead, even if it was a strange botanical life form, when it had done so much for her in such a short time. Blair had never noticed before, but her eyes had been below average before, though she, or her parents, had been concerned since she could see well enough, however now she realised how poor her sight had been. It might have been her supernatural body, but she could see the trees clearly, despite driving at a good fifty miles an hour. Each leaf falling seemed up close to her, and yet she knew they were a fair distance away. Blair thought back to the Twilight films. While they were terrible in her eyes, laughably so, she couldn't help but compare her new vision with that of a vampire's, particularly the scene where Bella Swan, the so called protagonist of the franchise, ran as a vampire for the first time. She could see everything in perfect detail, even running at such high speeds. Blair was like that right now, taking in the world through a bright new light. Even her hearing was far better, catching the sound of animals scurrying about over the sound of her roaring engine. Smell was thankfully only mildly enhanced, only to the point where she could pick up and tell different scents apart easier. Blair had no desire to be able to smell faeces from miles away. Eventually she broke away from the forest, seeing her home city of Portland, Oregon. The dense woods around it made it ideal for her, who enjoyed getting away from the loud sounds or foul stenches of the city. Blair had considered learning to ski, or snowboard before, however her body had been too frail and her will too weak to even begin. Even now, with her superhuman form and sharper mind, she had no intention of learning either sport. Her mind was set on sexual pleasure alone. Back in the city, she was glad her senses seemed to lower their sensitivity. Portland, while one of the most environmentally friendly cities around, still reeked of excess exhaust fumes and sweat, particularly because of the runners and bicyclists around nearly every corner. Blair made her way to her home, a large suburban house with two floors, three bedrooms, a guest room and two bathrooms. It was nice, if generic, however that made no difference to Blair. Her room was up the stairs, directly in front of the staircase. Her door was painted white and extremely bland at a glance, much like her room. She parked in the drive, next to her parent's sleek sports car, and went inside. Blair had already decided to claim she'd had a sudden, very effective growth spurt over the summer. She was certain they'd believe her, given their gullible nature, though they were effective businessmen, running a local, small chain of popular retail stores. Blair never paid much attention to what they did, and they returned in kind. She knew they cared for her, not just from the amount of money they put into her savings account every month, but in how they looked at her. Blair had been good at reading people's expressions ever since she was a kid, though she rarely looked people in the eye, with the exception of her mother and father. Their eyes were always full of love and a concern that they weren't doing enough for her. Now, Blair stepped into the sitting room. They were on the couch, watching a rerun of Breaking Bad, but soon turned their attention away from the screen. "Hi Mum, hi Dad." She said in shy greeting, looking away as they stared at her. Blair's voice hadn't changed fortunately, though it was slightly husky at all times now. "Blair?" Ashley Robins, her mother, asked in disbelief. She looked her daughter up and down, taking in the sudden height increase, along with the gorgeous shape to her body, the hourglass figure almost ridiculously exaggerated, yet not enough to make her seem like a pervertedly designed comic character. "I, uh, I guess I went through a growth spurt." Blair said, still not looking them in the eye. She wasn't shy, nor nervous, she just wanted to appear that way. She had made sure her new clothes were modest, only showing a small amount of her substantial cleavage, while keeping her legs concealed in her loose, lightly distressed jeans. Her sleeveless shirt strained to do its job of hiding her considerable bust, but it was barely big enough to reach her hips, despite it being several sizes bigger than anything she'd worn before. Her pants did a good job of protecting the one thing she had no intention of revealing to her parents, though a slight bulge was visible upon close inspection, however they were too busy taking her new appearance in. William, her father, finally spoke. "Wow, you really filled out, honey." He said jokingly, before adding in a deathly serious tone, "Make sure you're careful around the boys, they'll be hounding you." Blair wasn't sure, but she swore she heard a hint that he was struggling against doing just that. "Well, uh... there's something else, I want to tell you." She said, making herself blush as she looked down. They bought the act easily enough, showing only concern for her. "What it is, baby? We're here for you, you know that right?" Ashley said, standing and placing a comforting hand on Blair's shoulder, who took a deep breath looked up into her mother's face. It wasn't until then that she realised her plans might be harder than she'd initially thought, as her cock throbbed in longing at the sight greeting her. Ashley was a well kept businesswoman, her make up applied expertly, and even without it, she was still a beautiful woman of thirty-seven. Her lips were full and coated in a blood red lipstick, her cheeks were well rounded, while her eyes, framed by thick lashes, were a piercing blue. Blair took another deep breath to steady herself, before she continued. "I'm... a, uh, a lesbian." She said the word in a whisper, something her parents didn't hear properly. Blair knew she wasn't exactly choosing the right time, however there wasn't really any time one could consider right. She figured it was best to get it out of the way now, similar to ripping off a band-aid. Not only that, but if they thought she was so honest as to share her sexual orientation with them, then neither of her parents would think to question her further, allowing Blair to better keep her more unnatural secret. "What was that, sweetie, I couldn't hear you?" Ashley asked. "I'm, um, I'm a lesbian." Blair repeated herself, louder this time. She looked at their faces, seeing surprise flash over them, before they chuckled lightly. "You were worried about that? Blair, sweetie, we would accept you if you said an octopus was hot." William said, obviously joking, but the message got across all the same. Blair smiled at them thankfully, and hugged her mother close, thanking them under her breath. She knew they were still somewhat surprised by the sudden change to her appearance and the reveal of her sexual preference. It brought an interesting question to Blair though, about whether she actually counted as a lesbian or not, given her male genitals and only partial human biology now. It didn't matter, she was still distinctly feminine and identified as a 'she', so a lesbian was as good a word as any for her, though whoever she slept with might be considered bi-sexual perhaps? Blair shook the thoughts away, deciding them to be unimportant. "I'm just gonna go to my room for now, if that's okay? The internet was pretty shit at the cabin." She told them, already picking up her suitcase and heading for the stairs. As she climbed up, she heard her father call up: "Told you it wasn't a good idea." Followed by a low chuckle. Blair couldn't help but grin, glad for the return to normalcy after her summer, even if it had been fantastic. She knew she should have probably held off on revealing her new sexual preference, though she had been bi-curious for some time prior to it, and they seemed to know it too. Blair opened her bedroom door and stepped inside, seeing her turquoise painted walls greeting her, decorated with a family photo from when she was young, just like the ones that hung in her parent's bedroom and in the sitting room. She was still a toddler when they took, and it had clearly not been the best day for her, since she was in the middle of kicking her dad's face when the picture was taken. Why they had kept it, she didn't know, though it did bring a small grin to her face at the sight. A couple of band posters were stuck to the wall by her bed. She had no real interest in music, but there were a few bands here and there that she enjoyed, though it was mostly rock or metal, like Black Veil Brides or the classic days of Metallica. Her small stereo sat on a nearby night stand, still plugged in and ready to go. Blair grimaced at that fact, having thought she'd turned everything off when she'd left, however it was on and that was that. She walked over to it and clicked play, Enter Sandman's signature riff coming on instantly. She hummed along with it as she unpacked, throwing out her old clothes and replacing them with her new ones, though, if her growth went as she expected, they might need to be replaced soon as well. She shrugged to herself, and decided to cross that bridge when she came to it. When she was finished, Blair laid back on her bed. She didn't risk removing her pants, despite her desire to masturbate then and there, knowing her parents could come up at any time, given what she had told them. As such, she spent her time thinking of what tomorrow, Monday, would bring, given that it was her first of school. Absent-mindedly, she began to sing along to the song, even as she planned out her day. She would strike a conversation with a goth girl she knew, Teresa, if she remembered correctly. The two might have been friends, but the Blair had been more than a little intimidated by the people Teresa tended hang out with, and had very little to talk about with them. To Blair, the young woman as a first time as any. Her thoughts turned to the last time she saw Teresa. The goth had a great body, even hidden as it was beyond her black clothing, though she had a thing for corsets, having come in on more than a few occasions wearing a leather, Victorian style corset. They really highlighted her already great features, pushing her breasts up and giving her a deep cleavage, while slimming her already thin waist. Teresa often wore tight jeans or hot pants, and her, admittedly small, ass cheeks were hugged perfectly by them. As one might expect, she wore black lipstick, thick eyeliner and had numerous piercings. None of these turned Blair away however. Despite Teresa's disclaims that she was just dressing how she wanted, Blair knew she was aware of how alluring her glossy lipstick was, especially on her full lips. Her hair was long, dyed black and fell in a straight wave to her waist. She had been only a couple of inches taller than Blair was, making her large breasts, something Blair guessed to be D cups, standing out much more on her small frame. The thoughts were getting to her, as Blair felt her jeans becoming uncomfortably tight around her growing erection. She turned her mind to the possible downsides to yesterday. People would make rumours. She knew that much, given her extremely altered body. If Blair was right, the rumours would be about her getting plastic surgery during vacation, and that she was a slut exploiting her parent's money to try and steal all of the girl's boyfriends away. Then, when she did no such thing, they would spread the rumour that she was a lesbian, something she had no qualms about confirming if they asked or confronted her about it. Any insult hurled at her, or physical abuse, would simply fuel her desire. She knew the plant meant for her to share the pleasure she had experienced, but human beings were highly emotional, and Blair was no exception, even now. An amusing thought of literally taking over the school brought a smile to her face. The only other issue was her libido. Blair had no real interest in incest before, though now she wasn't so sure, given how her cock had reacted to her mother's face. Even now, she had to stop herself from fantasying about those full lips, opening wide to accept her twenty five inch phallus, sucking on the tip, before gagging as she tried to take more. Blair managed to halt the images before her cock reached full erection, its shape already bulging obscenely through her jeans, the clothing stretched taut around it. She took deep breath and sang along to Sad But True, noting, to her surprise, that she actually sounded good. That and one of her personal favourite songs calmed her down quickly. The rest of the day went by quickly. Blair had gotten back a little before noon, so she spent most of her time testing her new body's capabilities, particularly her incredible strength. She'd had plenty of time at the cabin, however her hands had been preoccupied during that time, as such she went down to the basement, where her dad kept his underused weights. Ashley simply smiled to her daughter, though Blair was certain it was forced, but she made no acknowledgement of this and simply continued down the stairs, turning on the light as she did so. William didn't have many weights, the largest only weighing about thirty kilos at best. Blair passed the time bench pressing the largest weight. Even after the feats she had pulled during the summer, it had never truly dawned on her how strong she had really become, as she passed the hundred mark, yet her breathing and pulse were calm as ever. She found her father had a set up to do chin ups, though Blair doubted it had actually been used since it was installed. She got her grip and began to pull up, lifting her entire body weight with ease, though her legs swayed slightly from the movement, her thighs rubbing against her large balls to her slight pleasure. As she passed twenty, the door to the basement opened and she dropped down. Almost as if to keep up her appearances, Blair's body produced sweat and she made herself breathe heavily. She knew this would wear thin very quickly, having to hide her new abilities from her parents, however they had just seen her new appearance and learned of her sexual orientation. She walked to the smaller dumbbell and acted like she had just put it down. "Didn't think you were interested in these things." Ashley said, coming down the stairs with a basket of laundry under her arm. It was rare that she did household chores, opting to hire a maid to clean up during the day, but it was still summer vacation and she even found she'd missed the act of washing up, even if it wasn't always pleasant. "Yeah, I'm not, uh, I wasn't, I mean. I think I just got tired of being so weak, I guess?" Blair said, still panting deeply and wiped a hand across her forehead, seeing it come back coated in her sweat. She wasn't sure, but Blair thought she could smell a hint of her new scent coming from the fluid. She had paid very little attention to it since her change, but being home, a place where her musk had yet to permeate, she finally noticed how she wasn't giving off her pheromones. Blair grinned internally, grateful that her body was so incredible now, in how it seemed almost smarter than she was. "Really? Well, just don't push yourself too hard. I don't like the idea of you being a body builder, you'll ruin that body of yours." Ashley said, clearly missing her own tone, but Blair didn't. She caught the very slight arousal in her mother's voice, and the very weak increase in her breathing, clearly having caught Blair's scent, but unable to tell what it was. Even so, Ashley went about unloading the washing machine and getting the new batch in. The Cabin Ch. 02 "Don't worry, Mum, I'll always be soft as a marshmallow." Blair reassured her, chuckling at her mother's unnecessary worry, before taking her leave. She had kept her eyes away from Ashley, not trusting herself yet to control her desire, especially since her body had released endorphins to better assist with the charade that she had been actually working herself out. She passed her dad, grinning slightly up at him, William returning the favour. It was like it always was in her home, though Blair knew it wouldn't stay that way for too long, the light throb from her cock seeming to confirm the thought. She returned to her room, turning on her tv and PS4, soon playing Bloodborne. As the sun began to set, and Blair defeated a more than troublesome boss, she could smell her mother's cooking. It wasn't the best, but definitely above average for a middle aged mother, who spent most of her time in a board meetings or looking over documents. Blair saved her game and went downstairs, eating a large meal of chicken tikka masala, something enjoyed greatly. When she was finished, she patted her belly happily, feeling wonderfully full at that time, almost as much as her days with the plant. Her stomach even bulged out a little bit from the sheer amount she'd ingested. "Damn, sweetie. Did you eat anything today?" William had asked when she'd requested seconds, and then thirds. Blair hadn't, with the exception of her cum from a kind of farewell masturbation session that morning, making sure a large amount of her orgasm filled the biggest bowl she could find, the amount easily enough to rival the amount she had just eaten. The three of them ate together often, though conversation was minimal between the daughter and her parents, opting instead to watch the tv and comment on certain things. William was the one who often did this, joking about stupid plot points in movies or shows, while Ashley and Blair just chuckled and ate as normal. Even if they weren't one's idea of an perfect family, Blair enjoyed the silence. Within minutes, Blair's slightly swollen stomach had returned to its normal, flat state. She sat on a large, comfortable chair beside the couch, where her parents laid on, Ashley resting her head against William's chest as they watched a rerun of Arrow. Eventually, Blair felt her eyelids grow heavy, something that surprised her, considering how little sleep she seemed to require lately. She tried to resist, but her body was clearly in agreement with her eyes, as her limbs felt like iron. Blair stood and stretched, yawning as she did so. "I'm tired," She announced, "See you in the morning." She said, again yawning as she walked to the stairs. With her teeth and breath always perfect, Blair no longer needed to brush, as such she went to her room and stripping off, pulling on a new pair of sweatpants that did very little in hiding her cock, however some protection was better than nothing. As she did so, Blair couldn't help but enjoy the buoyancy of her breasts, as she pulled her shirt off, making them jiggle enticingly. To her confusion, as Blair laid down on her bed for the first time in weeks, she found her body felt... restless. Like she wanted to go for a run, but her mind protested the idea. Eventually her lethargy won out and Blair felt welcoming darkness take hold. As the night progressed, her parents also went to bed, her mother talking in a hushed, concerned tone about Blair's sudden change. William kept her calm, saying that it was probably like Blair said; a growth spurt, and that if Ashley was so worried about their child receiving plastic surgery, then she could check Blair's bank records. They dropped it soon after, not wishing to intrude on their daughter's privacy, but Ashley couldn't hush the worried thoughts in her head, that her child's new look wasn't natural at all. Blair slept peacefully, as her body did its best to bring truth to her mother's assumption. Blair stirred about in her sleep. She never woke, her mind set firmly in the realm of dreams where she had Teresa on the floor, begging to be taken by the massive two foot cock Blair possessed, hard as stone and eagerly leaking pre. In reality, her body began its final alterations, the plant having put the final chemical into a type of hibernation, making it awaken when Blair came into contact with another woman, even if that woman was the one that brought her into the world. Her cock rapidly grew erect, first tenting her pants, stretching the elastic material to its limit, before tearing through it. However it didn't end there. Blair laid on her back, moaning in her sleep as her dream self entered Teresa's virgin pussy, pleasure erupting in her mind as her real body responded. Her cock began to leak pre-cum, running down her incredible length, as her final transformation began. From the base of her dick, small nubs began to form, almost like horns trying to break through the skin, however they only grew and grew with her flesh. As they reached over an inch in length, Blair's cock began to grow as well, keeping in pace with the odd protrusions until it had reached thirty solid inches of pure masculinity. The bulges at its base numbed at two dozen, each one no thicker than a pencil currently, even as they grew to six inches long. As they gained inch upon inch, the nubs began to move almost like snakes. In her dream, Blair felt the warm vines of her plant suddenly caressing her, many of them slipping into the crack of her juicy ass, coating her experienced rosebud in their secretions. In reality, the nubs had reached a full foot in length, their growth slowing slightly with every centimetre. They were writing around, similar to snakes, however it was more like they were making sure everything was working correctly. As they neared fifteen inches, their skin colour began to shift, having taken Blair's lightly tanned skin tone up until then, now they turned a healthy green, similar to her hair and the plant's vines. Their growth ended just over half way up Blair's shaft. With the predetermined length attained, their tips began to bulge out, attaining the same shape as the tip of her penis. Her cock head had also reached its full glory, the odd protrusions there jutting out completely, now two inches long each. Pre continued to leak as well, at first clear, however it was quickly turning a different colour to her cum altogether. Eventually her shaft was becoming slick with the same amber fluid the plant had continually poured in and around her, however her cum was the same, if a bit thicker. Meanwhile, her balls also expanded, growing to the size of large watermelons. At the same time, she was growing a second prostate, this one designed to supply her copious amber pre. Blair's sleepy moans began to rise in pitch and fervour. In her dream she had been penetrated by the tentacles. They were all around her again, the feeling of their oily bodies wrapping around her own comforting and pleasurable at once, even as she rammed two feet of thick cock into Teresa's drooling snatch, the skin taut around Blair's tumescent girth. Pleasure continued to rise, turning to ecstasy and bliss. Her real body was acting on this as well, her hands unconsciously moving to her cock, stroking it as her own vines snaked their way to her pussy, a dozen of them entering it in a single go, while the other half travelled further. They soon penetrated her asshole. They were capable of stretching further. As the dozen in her anus continued to reach forth, as if eager to stimulate her prostates. As did so, Blair's chest also grew, though the change was less substantial, as she gained a single cup size while her nipples grew to two and a half inches long, and four inches around. Two vines left each of her lower orifices and went to her tits, one wrapping around each several times, while the other took her engorged nipples. Her moans became high and airy, her body keeping her vocal chords from fully expressing the ecstasy, even as her orgasm built within. Blair's dream self came just as her real body did. The first spray of her cum was so powerful that it struck her high ceiling. The force impact caused it rain down upon her, coating her bared skin, sheets and even her floor in the thick fluid. Each release was just as great, rebounding to cover her further, even as Blair continued to sleep, seeing her's and Teresa's stomachs inflating with seed rapidly. Her vines were also cumming, though they released the amber fluid rather than her cum, however the amount was substantial enough that her belly soon began to look pudgy, then as if she was in the middle of a pregnancy, until ending with her looking heavy with child. Even then, her cock continued to spray its load to the heavens. When her climax ended, Blair turned to her side with a satisfied grin on her face. In her dream, Teresa had brought friends with her, each of them soon devolving into the same situation in the face of Blair's overwhelming pheromones. Her bed was coated in cum, still dripping from her ceiling, occasionally landing on her face or chest, her covers having been forced away by her erection. Despite this, Blair slept like she'd been awake for days on end. Her cock returned to its flaccid state, now eighteen inches in length, encased in her vines like a protective sheath. Her balls also shrunk, becoming smaller than before though still the size of cantaloupes. Her breasts naturally retained their increased size, her nipples in a state of constant arousal, though they had mercifully returned to a more 'normal' size. Something she would discover tomorrow is that her pheromones had been enhanced. The morning sun rose as it always did. The cracks in her curtains, letting it leak into her room, casting the light over her peaceful face. Blair groaned and tried to turn away, but felt her cock flop against her leg. She sat up in an instant, once again groaning in annoyance, she had hoped the elastic material would be enough, but clearly she was wrong. Not wanting to take her chances at being discovered, Blair stood to get dressed. She didn't need to shower anymore either, her body's natural odour and overall appearance perfect no matter what. As she rose to her feet, Blair noticed the new changes to her body. Her cock hung past her knees now. The last time she had checked, it was only a foot long when flaccid, but it had gained at least half of that now. But that was only a slight surprise, what truly took her fancy was the series of cords wrapping up its length, a dark green in colour, but she could see where they grew from her crotch. She reached out and touched them, finding that the feelings were muted, almost like they were designed to protect her cock from both unsavoury conditions and unwanted arousal, though, as she continued to explore the strings of flesh, she found herself growing aroused as normal. As Blair continued her actions, she noted how the cords seemed to send new sensations to her mind, not unlike how she felt when masturbating. Her cock began to rise in her lust. Blair stared with wide, happy eyes as it grew past its previous length, ending at a glorious thirty inches. The strange cords had also begun to shift, rather than simply staying wrapped around it, they fell away, falling limply to Blair's knees, until they suddenly came alive. She knew in that instant, that they were vines, similar to what her plant had as she spied their bulbous tips. Eager to see if there were anymore changes like that, Blair felt her balls actually expanding, rapidly reaching their full glory. Not only that but, as she looked down her body, she noted that her breasts were a bit larger, the growth not as significant as her cocks, but enough that she could easily tell. As far as she could see, that was all of her changes. With her cock still jutting out rigidly, Blair soon turned her attention to it. Her hands reached down to it, her vines beginning to move as well, some heading for her pussy and ass, others moving to her tits. Blair couldn't help her moan of anticipation, thinking, hoping, that they would fuck her nipples. Just as the vines had poised themselves at her holes, and her hands had wrapped around as much of her shaft as possible, it was ruined by a sudden knock at the door. In her lustful state, Blair couldn't stop the thoughts of her mother seeing her like this, or what would inevitably follow. Her cock lurched and began to drool its desire. "Blair, sweetie, you'll be late for school." William's voice said through the door, unwilling to enter his teenage daughter's room without her permission, something he had learned with her mother during their first years together when they were still young. Blair instantly turned white as a ghost and rushed about her room, each step causing her rapidly deflating cock to bounce wildly, alongside her pert breasts, firm as they were. "Uh, yeah, I'll be just a minute!" She called out, finding a clean pair of jeans and pulling them on, but her cock was an issue, with its new size and her balls in the way, she couldn't simply tuck it between her legs or flatten it against her crotch somewhat. As Blair fretted about what to do, she felt something wind its way around her thigh, bringing her attention to it and seeing one of her vines wrapping itself around her leg. She smiled thankfully at it, promising that she would return the favour later that day, whether she had to do it herself, or with the assistance of a certain goth. Blair set about pulling her jeans on and sighed in relief at the very slight bulge her dick made. "Well, alright, but hurry up: your mother made pancakes." He told her, setting Blair's heart alight with want. Ashley had been notorious for her delicious pancakes throughout high school, and married life was no different. She even made for business parties on occasion, though they soon vanished. Blair put on an oversized shirt, forgoing a bra since her perky bust had no need for it, though her nipples poked visibly through the material, however she didn't mind. The shirt itself was a plain, white t-shirt and presented a modest amount of her breasts to any who looked. As she yanked her socks on, she made sure her hair was in order, as it always would be. With her outfit in order, Blair ran down the stairs, locking her door behind her. Due to the state of her cabin, Blair had given very little thought to her cum soaked room. She had locked it on impulse, rather than out of a need to hide her 'little' secret, though she later breathed a sigh of relief upon remembering this. Down the stairs, she found her parents already at the table, a plate set out for her with several pancakes piled on it, maple syrup already poured on, the fluid eerily resembling the plant's cum, though the seed had been thicker. Blair sat down and thanked her mother, who grinned happily at her, though it was ever so slightly forced, however Blair said nothing and dug in. They were as good as she remembered, but disappointment creeped into her mind whenever she tasted the syrup. When the plate was empty of food and Blair noticed the time, she was on her feet and out of the door. Her bag had been set by her shoes, filled with the materials she needed, unless of course she actually took over the school, something she felt strangely confident about. She attended a school that had only just recently turned co ed, so the ratio of female to male students was in the formers favour, with maybe thirty percent of the school's six hundred student population being men. The staff and faculty were all women, something Blair found odd, considering how many grown men she had seen applying on occasion, though they never seemed to get the job, a shame too, since before she changed Blair had rather liked one. The only uncertainty that came with the prospect taking control of the school, was how her pheromones affected males. Her father had yet to be exposed, since he rarely went to the basement. The chemical was no longer being produced by the simple act of breathing, but rather through her bodily fluids, however she had yet to test if that was completely true, since Blair had no real need to urinate since her transformation. Something she had noticed that morning however, was her altered pre-cum, not so much the change in colour, but rather the overwhelming onslaught of her pheromones that came off it. Blair was confident even a single drop in someone's drink would be enough to have them at her beck and call. Of course, Blair had no desire to use such a simple and easy method. If she did actually decide to take a villainous route, she had every intention of taking her time with it, one girl at a time. When it came to the men, she was befuddled by what she would do with them, considering she no longer had any attraction to them, considering what the plant had done with her, no woman would want a human man ever again, unless they possessed a penis as big as their entire body. Blair grinned to herself, thinking of what her body may become someday. As she daydreamed of her cock growing to six feet, her school came into view. It was as generic as one could get. The campus was comprised of a massive building in the centre, where most lessons were taught, in the shape of L, with the horizontal line being the sports hall for indoor PE lessons, even though they had a large gym built last year for extracurricular activities. The campus was surrounded by a barbed fence, mostly to keep forest animals out, with a large semicircle of trees around the school grounds that stretched into a nearby forest. It was actually in the general direction of Blair's cabin. The buildings were well kept, with regular maintenance done during holidays and a school program for volunteers to repaint certain parts of the school whenever it was needed. With how standard it was, Blair couldn't really find any fault with it. Stepped onto the school grounds, she was almost overwhelmed. Her sense of smell went into overdrive, like her body knew all too well that she was practically surrounded by females now, each of them of proper breeding age and many of them all too eager to do so. Blair felt the grip of her vine weaken in desire, but she quickly reaffirmed her composure, keeping her eyes to the ground and breathing through her mouth as much as she could. Of course, keeping her gaze away from the others became incredibly difficult when they noticed her, some thinking she was a freshmen, but a few of them recognised her despite the immense change. The whispers started soon after. Many of them were already making rumours. Some were sceptical, knowing Blair's aversion to using her parent's money too much, but given the drastic increase to her appearance, particularly her breasts and rear, there weren't many who argued for her case. Naturally, insults were added to the suspicion, particularly aimed at her green hair. Then there was small shift, someone commenting about Blair's lack of a bra, saying they could see her nipples very clearly, though it was mostly to boost their claim that she'd had surgery, given her gravity defying bust. Even so, Blair couldn't help the internal grin at the notice. Then there came the voice of someone Blair couldn't ignore. "That desperate to catch up huh?" Riley Farad said as she came up behind Blair, accompanied by a small group of her cohorts. "Not really, I'm all natural, bitch." She said in response, to which Riley gave a tight grin. "Yeah, nice try, cash whore. No one turns from a flat, useless bitch into a stacked, useless slut in a few weeks." "What are you talking about? You know one don't you, you see them everyday when you look in the mirror, right?" Blair responded, venom thick in her voice. Riley had been her friend during childhood, having been neighbours since they were toddlers, until Riley moved, though by that point their friendship was already strained. Before the summer, Blair had changed very little over her life, her twelve year old essentially remaining the same with the exception of some mild height gain. Riley, on the other hand, had blossomed almost from the moment her puberty began. Not only that, but her body didn't seem in a hurry to finish any time soon. The Cabin Ch. 02 Riley's breasts were massive by normal standards. They sat on her chest, a perfect tear drop shape, if Blair recalled from the single time she had seen her 'friend' naked, and were easily big enough to match even the most well endowed porn star. While Blair wasn't certain, she was fairly certain Riley was a 36F, a size that was already extremely rare, and with Riley's athletic body they were only even more pronounced on her form. Her slender waist gave her a near perfect hourglass figure, with wide hips that were still within reason, despite seeming to boast her fertility. Not only that, but long, mouth watering legs completed the visual package. Then there was her mind. Riley was a straight B student, a star athlete, having taken home more than a few trophies, and was even likeable... so long as one met her augmented standards since developing her breasts. She was cruel to everyone else, Blair in particular, though why was beyond the transformed girl. Riley took it upon herself to prank, ridicule, or at least sneer at Blair at every opportunity, though she wasn't so bad as to do it in broad view of the teachers. Her mother may have been the principle, but even so, there was only so much Riley could get away with. Aside from her personality, Riley had also been in a relationship of somekind with all the best looking boys that came in over the past two years, even going so far as to steal them from other girls. To have it put simply; Riley was a beautiful, voluptuous, bitch. The two glared at each other. It was disconcerting to Riley, having Blair able to look directly into her eyes, their heights now matching, but more than that, she thought the green haired teenager was almost amused by this. Like she wasn't angry or even annoyed, but rather, she was an adult watching a child throw a tantrum that was more funny than effective. "Pfft, not worth my time." Riley said eventually and left, her gaggle of followers coming up behind her. None of them looked at Blair, their eyes only for their leader. With them gone, Blair breathed a sigh of relief, quickly turning her thoughts to anything that wouldn't arouse her, given how weak her vine's grip was now. It was a convenient way for her to tell how aroused she was, and at that point, it was barely holding onto her thigh, all from the fantasies that played through her mind when looking at Riley, who's full lips would look divine around a massive cock. Blair shook her head and continued to make her way to the main building, her lust calming down along the way. Insides was just as one would imagine it. Artificial air fresheners did their job, giving the place a sickly sweet scent, that mixed horribly with the cologne and perfume of the students, causing Blair to wrinkle her nose in disgust. The walls were decorated with directions for the new students, accompanied by pictures of outstanding teachers and headmistresses of old, all of them staring directly forward, though some had their gaze cast down, as if they were watching the students walk by, judging them. Even now, it creeped Blair out, however she ignored it in favour of trying to keep her mind away from the hundreds of potential partners all walking around her. The bell for first period rang, making her rush down the hall. Her first lesson of the year was English Literature. Blair made sure to behave as she normally did, taking occasional notes, but doing nothing to stand out, even though her breasts were constantly pushing her notebook away whenever she leaned forward. The lesson ended eventually, and Blair stood to head to her next class, IT, which interested her as much as a moth did, even so, she sat down and did what she was told, determined to keep her thoughts clean until she decided otherwise. To her relief, the class ended without incident and she moved to Biology, where, to her happy surprise, she found Teresa. The goth was looking out of the window, clearly uninterested in anything that happened around her, until Blair sat beside her. She looked to her side, caught off guard by the movement. Blair simply grinned as Teresa's eyes widened, recognising the heavily altered girl from freshmen year. "Hi there." Blair said in greeting, pulling out her notebook. "Uh, hi... Blair, right?" Teresa asked, disbeliving that this was the scrawny girl she'd met years ago. Even they hadn't become friends, they still saw each other from time to time, and Teresa had no recollection of Blair's small body growing in any way. "Yeah, glad you remembered... well, I should say, glad you recognised me, huh?" She mused aloud, a small, friendly smile on her face. It was hard not to return it, as Teresa grinned slightly back. Something about Blair seemed different, not just her appearance, or even her personality for that matter, as she kept her eyes down or on the board, where the teacher was copying from her own textbook. It was something Teresa couldn't put her finger on. Blair kept her attention away from the goth. Even though she had every intention of striking up a conversation with her soon, she was aware that suddenly trying to lure Teresa away, especially when they weren't even friends, wouldn't go well. As such, she consciously ordered her body to sweat lightly, just enough to give a slight sheen to her skin, but not enough to look out of place, given the warm weather at that time. As the lesson progressed, she kept part of her attention on Teresa's reactions, seeing first her confusion at the marvellous scent that reached her nose, then she began to breathe deeply in and out of her nose, trying to figure out the elusive smell just as Blair had done with the plant, before a blush spread across her face accompanied by a sudden, unknown desire. Seeing this, Blair forced her body to stop sweating. When the lesson ended, Teresa looked to be in a daze of sorts. She was slightly unsteady on her feet, and she seemed discombobulated, almost frustrated by something. "What's wrong?" Blair asked, looking at her face in concern. "Uh, nothing..." Teresa replied, trying to calm herself down, even pulling out a water bottle and taking a long drink from it. "Are you sure? Your face is red." Blair stated, acting the concerned classmate. She acted quickly and put a hand to Teresa's forehead, and one to her own, checking her temperature. In doing so, she had also given the goth a clear identity as to the source of the strange scent she had breathed in earlier. "Wow, you smell really good." She said dreamily, even taking a long breath through her nose to take it in. "Really? Thanks. Damn, you're burning up. You'd better see the nurse." Blair said, ordering her body to produce more of her pheromone laden sweat, particularly on her hand as she pulled it away. The higher concentration had the desired effect, as Teresa leaned in as Blair pulled away, trying to inhale the musk. It was miracle Blair was still in control, given how close to her desired target she was, and how easily she could manipulate her right now, however she needed to attend class until at least lunch break, where she would have an hour to do as she pleased, "Hmm, though you should be able to last until lunch, do you think you can do that?" She asked, knowing the answer, "Yeah, of course." Teresa said, her voice somewhat airy and her eyes were somewhat unfocused, but at Blair's request she returned to a reasonable state, though a light blush still coloured her cheeks. She didn't look out of place either, with the exception of Blair, all the girls in the class were lightly flushed, with many of them drinking water in an attempt to calm down. Of course, Teresa was more affected due to her close proximity to the source. "Okay, come see me at lunch time, alright? I'll take a look at you and see if you need some treatment." Blair said, before turning and heading off to her next class. Teresa didn't question she would go to Blair for treatment, since she wasn't a nurse's aid or even that adept at first aid, to the goth it was normal to go to a friend for help. She stopped just as she was leaving the room, frowning at the thought, since she didn't even consider the people she hung around regularly to be friends, just good acquaintances, and yet she thought of Blair as a friend. She's looking out for me, Teresa thought, and decided to leave it at that, after all a friend could just be considered an ally of sorts. She continued to her own lesson as normal. The following two classes leading up to lunch were as boring and tedious as one could get. Blair kept glancing at the clock, watching the seconds tick by slowly, almost mocking her in a way. The common saying was that all good things must end, but the same was true for the bad, something that crossed Blair's mind as the bell rang for the end of her double period of mathematics. She was on her feet before anyone else, grabbing her bag and striding quickly to the door, heading in the direction Teresa's class had been. Her nose had evidently attuned itself to Teresa's scent, as she quickly caught it. Blair stood outside of the classroom, waiting for it to open and the goth girl to walk out. It was obvious she had barely survived the lessons. Her face was red as a tomato, her lips parted in an attempt to breathe better. Her nostrils flared at the sight of Blair, who had begun sweating lightly once again, her pheromones seething from her body. Passers by slowed for a second to take a deep breath, before moving on, whereas Teresa could hardly keep her mouth from watering. It was so sweet, but somehow bitter as well, the odd mix in the scent combining well to send her mind into a haze of desire. Her brow furrowed, trying to figure out what she so desired, especially considering the fact that its source was another girl, an admittedly gorgeous, delectable, lust inducing girl. Teresa mentally shook the thoughts free. She wasn't attracted to Blair, the stacked teen was just being friendly. Even so, Teresa found her eyes looking at the barely contained breasts more often than not, noting with a good deal of surprise, that Blair's nipples were almost completely visible through her tight shirt. "How you feeling, Teresa?" She asked, once again placing a slightly sweaty hand on the flushed girl's forehead, who all but melted at the touch. "U-uh, much b-better, thanks." She managed to say, even as she became extremely uncertain as to what she wanted. Teresa's mind flashed to her sole experience of pornographic material, which had been a lesbian gangbang, a long one at that. She had somehow ended up watching the entire flick, though it had no real impact on her, now, however, she couldn't stop the surge of desire to re-enact the porno, except just between her and Blair. Teresa silently cursed herself and tried to force the thoughts from her head, but they were insistent, and the smell wasn't make it any easier. "That's good, but you're still a bit feverish. C'mon, I'll help you out." Blair said and, without letting Teresa answer, took hold of the goth girl's hand, the finger nails painted a oily black, before taking the lead. Teresa said nothing, too preoccupied with her troubled thoughts to really find the will to care, no assistance coming from Blair's rear, swaying from side to side with every step and appearing pert enough to bounce quarters off of. The sound of her high heels clicking on the floor was the only noise as they made their way to the ground floor, and then to the back of the school, almost the exactly opposite to where the nurses station was, until Blair stopped at a door, one that Teresa was unfamiliar with. She looked to Blair in confusion. "Where are we?" She asked, coming to her senses briefly, before taking another breath, her mind hazing over yet again. "The school's basement. They don't use it at all anymore, and no one's gone down there in years." Blair explained, forcing the locked door open through sheer force, making a mental note to fix it at a latter date. With the door opened, Blair walked in, seeing the steps as they came despite the near total darkness, leading Teresa as she went. The goth was struggling to think of a reason why she was there. Was it because of Blair? She did say she was going to help, Teresa thought, logic questioning how Blair could help in an unused basement. Even so, she said nothing. When they reached the floor, Blair found a light switch and turned it on. The bulbs flickered on, a miracle considering how long they had been left unattended, revealing the grey of the basement. There was a single, small window on the far right wall, looking out onto the grounds behind the main building, where various students hung out, ate lunch or played sports. Teresa could hear them laughing, even some of them talking about Blair, their tones far from complementary. If Blair heard them, she paid it no mind, instead she kept her attention on the goth. "You're probably wondering why I brought you here," She said, taking a small step towards Teresa, who nodded mutely, "Well, I did say I would help you out, right? I know what's the problem... you're horny." She stated. The goth girl's eyes went wide as she shook her head at the statement. She wasn't horny, was she? The thought only added to the fog in her mind, as she tried to remember what being horny felt like, however her early teenage years had been spent in solidarity, reading her books or writing dark poetry. Her only experience with porn was the aforementioned lesbian gangbang video, and her reaction had been neutral, but now... she couldn't deny a heat was in her that was completely unfamiliar. "I-I don't..." Teresa tried to say, but trailed off. Maybe Blair was right, after all, she sounded so confident, maybe she'd become something of an expert? "Don't worry. I can smell it, how much you want to cum, how badly your virgin pussy wants to be fucked... I'm more than willing help." Before Teresa could process the words, Blair suddenly moved forward, planting her full, luscious lips against the goth's. The surprise had her frozen for several second, allowing Blair to force her lips apart, granting her tongue entry as it tasted Teresa's mouth. She suddenly realised what was happening shoved Blair away with all of her might, even so, she only forced her away less than a foot. "What... what the hell are you doing?" She tried to shout, but she was breathless, breathing heavily through her mouth, actually tasting the scent now. It was heavenly, like the sweetest candy mixed with a dark chocolate, the flavours somehow working to enhance the other beyond anything Teresa had ever tasted in her life. Blair was sweating small beads now, however she didn't look hot at all, though her clothes looked somewhat tighter, particularly around her crotch. Blair ignored her and took a slow step towards the frightened goth girl. She could feel the vine loosening. Her cock was also growing as well, though taking its time so as not to completely ruin her hold on Teresa, who was still dazed from the sudden kiss, combined with the scent all but pouring off Blair's entire body, the goth couldn't even think to move. Lust raged like a storm within Blair's mind, the calm having ended already, leaving only the brute force of her desire. Her nipples grew erect, a grin stretching her lips at the sight of Teresa's face as she caught sight of them, now jutting prominently from the near useless shirt. Her jeans were becoming almost uncomfortable now, even so, she took another step forward. She wasn't certain, but she swore her pre-cum was already leaking. Teresa looked around in concern. They were alone in the school's basement, solid walls of grey surrounding them on all sides, with the only light coming from a florescent light bulb and the small window on the other side. Teresa took a step back, her back suddenly pressing against the stone wall to her surprise. She hadn't realised it was so close. Blair grinned at her, clearly confident that she was in the perfect position at that time. Teresa's eyes widened as she caught sight of Blair's secret. From her loose jeans, a massive bulge was forming. The goth wasn't stupid, she knew what it was, but she could hardly believe it. She wanted to scream, to call for help, but then she caught that scent again. Blair had been giving it off ever since they'd started talking that morning, but now it was stronger, depriving her of the will to fight. No, she thought and shook her head, physically bashing it against the wall to clear her mind. With her thoughts clear she looked to the stairs and was about to make a break for them, when she heard a loud ripping sound, bringing her focus away from her possible escape. She looked to Blair, and saw with wide eyes, as a massive cock rose from her torn jeans. It was unlike anything she had ever seen before. The head was unmistakably that of a penis, though its size was unreal, as was the shaft, riddled with thick veins. However, halfway down the length, Teresa's gaze came to something completely alien to her, as she saw what looked like a series of green ropes wrapping around the shaft, almost like a sheath of some kind. As she stared, unable to look away in her current state, the ropes unfurled, wavering about in the air, the movements reminding her of snakes, causing a small shudder to pass down her spine. Teresa's eyes widened further, as she spied the bulbous heads on each tentacle. "Don't fight it. Trust me, you'll love every inch of it." Blair said, her voice dripping with lust and calm, almost to the point where Teresa believed her. Logic soon kicked back in however, and she made her best attempt at a sprint, bounding up the stairs in her high heeled boots, far from ideal in her current situation. The scent was still there as well, swirling around in her head, almost as if a thousand voices were whispering to her all at once, telling her to give in, to drop her skirt and finger her cunt, in preparation for Blair's dick. It was wet, she could feel it. Teresa ignored the thoughts, seeing the door, and escape, in sight. Blair giggled behind her, far closer than she should have been. Before Teresa could say anything, she was turned around to come face to face with Blair's cock head. A thick, amber fluid leaked from the head, running down the tumescent shaft slowly. Teresa felt her throat suddenly go dry as she eyed it. Blair noticed this and gently moved a hand to the goth's face, running her thumb over the black coated lips, before moving her other hand to the back of Teresa's head, suddenly pulling it onto her cock. The goth screamed in shock and terror, knowing the phallus before her was so thick it would break open her jaw, however that didn't happen. Instead, she let out a low moan at the taste. It was so thick, the head alone forced her tongue to go flat against it. She could taste the pre, unable to think of anything that matched it, even the flavours that comprised Blair's scent couldn't hope to match it. Teresa couldn't help but enjoy it, almost forgetting what was happening as she kept still, until Blair grew impatient and pulled her down further, causing the goth to gag loudly, spittle flying from her stretched lips to run down her chin and Blair's cock. Teresa remembered her predicament and proceeded to push against Blair's legs with all her might, even going so far as to punch her, but it was useless. She may as well have been a toddler trying to fight a professional boxer. As more of it forced its way into her throat, Teresa found she could breathe somehow. Her nose flaring wide in her panic to take in great gulps of Blair's pheromone laden musk, the scent rushing to her mind, adding to the fading haze already there, turning the thin veil of fog into a smokescreen, trying to encompass her very being. Even as she gagged around the cock, her neck bulging around the invader, Teresa found herself thinking of it in her pussy. It already felt so good, the pain somehow turning to pleasure, then exceeding it and ascending to ecstasy. Even the tears rolling from her eyes went unnoticed by her. Teresa's struggles stopped as she let Blair do as she wished. The Cabin Ch. 02 Back at the cabin...as the first day draws to an exciting end, day two holds the promise of even more pleasure. From the first flames the fire smolders and the heat builds. The first chapter ignites, what will come from day two? Thank you for coming back! ~Copperbutterfly~ * Slowly waking as if from a dream....was this a dream? Did I really meet a new man named Russ? Turning and stretching, I realize that I am lying on the rug in front of the fireplace wrapped in the arms of the man I thought was a dream. The moisture still pooled between my legs adds credence to my thought. Not a dream then, I think, definitely not a dream. My movement wakes him and his arms tighten gently; pulling me closer to his chest. His breath quickens as his lips close softly over mine. My lips respond slipping over his mouth, along his cheek and up to an ear. Licking gently, I slip my tongue in and out circling and then sucking the lobe into my mouth. Nibbling and kissing down his neck, I leave wet trails and feel him shiver. Pulling back so that I can look into his beautiful grey eyes, I smile. "Are you comfortable here on the floor, Russ, or would you rather we move? Why don't we go get into the hot tub?" "The hot tub sounds absolutely wonderful, Gina" he replies, kissing me quickly. Russ rolls to his side, tucking a leg under him and stands. Reaching out to me, I place my hand in his and he pulls me up to him. "I'll get us a couple of towels, if you would get another bottle of wine and the glasses," I say. Smiling he turns to toward the kitchen, as I turn for the bathroom. We both stop and look back at the same moment. Appreciation for the view crosses both faces as he smiles and I blush. Stopping in the bathroom I brush through my hair and check my face. I hear the sliding door open and then close. From the linen closet, I grab two wonderfully big towels and make the short journey through the kitchen and out to the deck. Stepping out onto the deck, the cool night air immediately tightens my nipples and chills my naked body. Looking across the deck, I see the long line of his body. Russ sits perched on the edge of the tub, one foot on the step, the other on the deck. His legs open; his large cock exposed. As I approach, it grows and expands, hardening. I stop my approach at his knees, close but not touching. His cock moves, rises, and reaches for me. Tossing the towels to the side bench, I place my foot on the bottom step. His hand touches my ankle freezing me in place. He runs his hand up the inside of my leg and I tremble at his touch. His fingertips glide upwards, seeking and searching. Finding the moist entrance, Russ slips his finger into me. Looking into his eyes, I see his excitement flare and his desire ignite. Smiling, I slip my hand over his hand and lean over to place my lips on his. Maintaining the deep kiss, he stands, pulling me to his chest; his lips on mine, his finger still buried in my wet pussy. With one arm around my waist, he lifts me into the tub and then he steps over the side. In the center of the tub we stand in each others arms. Breaking our kiss, Russ leads me to the side and sitting, he pulls me down onto his lap. Reaching out he flips the switch and the bubbles begin their soothing dance. With my back to his chest, I sit with my head against his shoulder. Looking up into the night sky, the stars bright in the darkness, we relax into each other. His hands roam over my body, gently caressing, touching. With one arm circling my waist, his other hand slips gently down the front of my chest, gliding over and then under my breasts. Cupping one in his hand, his fingertips roll my nipple, sending jolts of pleasure straight down to my center. My muscles tighten and a low moan shudders through me. "AHHH, Russ, your hands feel so good against my breast. Please don't stop." I whisper. I place my hands over his and press them against me. Pushing back against his chest, my ass wiggles on his lap as the hot swirling water rushes and rolls around us. Reaching my hands down to his firm thighs I manage to push myself away, stand and turn to face him. Flushed by the heat of the water and the closeness of his body, I lean in, kiss him and whisper into his ear, "Russ, sit up on the side of the tub, please." As he stands, the water rushes off of him, cascading down into the tub. He is a magnificent sight, glistening in the moonlight. My breath quickens. He sits, as requested, on the side of the tub, legs apart, pulling me into his embrace. Kissing deeply, my hands roam up and down his back, across strong shoulders and down his arms. His hands explore my body as well, resting for moments on my ass before traveling up my spine and around to cup both breasts. I lean in to kiss across his neck, my lips trailing down the center and out to the right side to circle his nipple. Circling, nibbling and kissing I let the little hard nub slip into my mouth and suck. I feel more than hear his groan, the vibration of it felt through his chest. Sucking the nipple harder now, my tongue flicking it in my mouth; my lips locked around it. "Ohhhh, baby, that feels so good" he breathes into my hair; his face buried in its silky softness. I slip his nipple out and begin to kiss and nibble my way to the left; wetting him as I move in and begin to pay identical attention to the other nipple. I circle, I nibble and then I slip it into the heat of my mouth. Sucking and holding it firmly between my lips, I pull a groan from his throat. "Arrrggg" he growls. Popping him out, looking up into his hooded eyes, I smile. Reaching forward I place a kiss on his lips and moving off right away, I lick my way down his chin and continue down, down, down. Slowly, I lick his chest, stopping only to kiss his belly button, plunging my tongue in and out, swirling it around and continuing on. As my tongue approaches his dark curly hair, I take his cock in my hand, pushing it aside, as my lips continue their journey to his base. I can feel him pulsing in my hand as my lips circle him, brushing even lower and then lapping at his balls. Licking first one then the other, moving between them fairly and then flattening my tongue I press it between them hard, and slip under him. Licking and kissing I move forward again, over and around him and slowly up the under side of his shaft. Along that hard vein, my tongue runs over ridges and bumps making its way up and up. At the top, I slip open my lips and slide him into my mouth. Taking just the tip, lips locking underneath, holding hard, I suck...and suck...and suck. Watching as I pull him in and hold him; his head rolls back, his eyes close; his breath becomes ragged; his moans loud and throaty. Watching for his reaction, I release the tight hold under his tip and take him all the way, deep to the back of my throat all at once; and swallow. "OH MY GOD, yessssssssssssssssss," he bellows into the quiet night. Holding him hard in my throat, the muscles rippling up and down his cock, for as long as I can and then slipping him up and out. My hands caressing, stroking; my lips kissing and nibbling, I press his rock hard cock once again to closed lips, open and then slide it in. I begin my smooth in and out rhythm. Placing my hands on his thighs, my knees on the seat between his outstretched legs, his hands behind him supporting and holding; I bob up and down. I can feel him begin to swell, my hands reach and cup both balls as they fill and tighten. I know he is close and grasping him in both hands, slipping him out of my mouth, I look up and say, "Russ, I want to take you in my mouth. Cum for me baby. Feed me." "Yesssssss, Gina I'm so close. I can't hold on much longer." He gasps raggedly. As I pull him in again, I let my lips tighten and release, milking him as I slide him in and down. Tighten and release, the muscles working, pulling and tugging his cock deeper. As I quicken my movements, his cock begins to twitch. At that moment, I slide him in deep and fast; down my throat and swallow. Gripping and clenching, holding it hard and deep, I feel it convulse as he screams out my name, "GINA, AAARRRRRRRRGGGG, I'm cumminggggggggggg" and it explodes down the back of my throat. Ropes of hot creamy cum shoot out and I struggle to swallow it all. Gasping for air, I slip him up and out, licking and sucking his beautiful shaft. Kissing my way out over his thighs and hips, up the side and in across his chest, I find my way to his lips. He pulls me to him hard. Taking my lips and tongue into his mouth, he devours me. Kissing deeply, he tastes his cum in my mouth and we melt into each other. Turning me, he places me on the side of the tub beside him and holding me against him he nuzzles his face into my hair. "Gina, you are the most exotic, erotic, sensual woman on this earth." "Well, this erotic woman needs a drink!" I laugh. Russ, being the gentleman, reaches over to the table for glasses and the bottle of wine. As he pours us both a glass, I lay back on the deck to catch my breath. Russ hands me my glass and then gets up to retrieve cushions off the patio loungers. Tossing the cushions down, Russ takes my glass, rolls me over onto the cushion and collapses beside me. "AHHHHH, this is more comfortable!" he sighs. "Indeed" is my only answer. Laying on my back, gazing up into the night sky, I shudder as I feel Russ' hands begin to caress my breasts. A tremble gently shakes me, pulling a sigh from my lips. Closing my eyes, I let my body enjoy the wonderful sensations that his fingers and hands create. Russ brushes his fingertips along the soft underside of my breast. As he gently teases and touches, I surrender my body to his talented hands. The art of bringing a man to such a great climax using only my lips and hands is one of my most pleasurable activities. I get so excited from it that I have been known to cum just from the act of sucking cock. This time my excitement came second to my need to make it the best blowjob Russ has ever experienced. And now his hands were repaying my efforts. A soft sigh builds then exhales, as I shift and arch my back into the cushion, trying to get more of my breasts into his hands. Russ circles his fingertip around my nipple decreasing the arc until he flicks it hard. Taking the hard nub between his finger and thumb, he gently rolls it, creating extraordinary jolts of sensation. His big palms encase my breasts and I press into him as he kneads them gently. He then slides both hands under my back. Russ lifts my chest up to his lips and tenderly kisses along one side of my breast. As his lips nibble my soft skin, I feel my nipples puckering and extending as goose bumps ripple down my arms. He rasps his hot wet tongue over the sides, along the edge and slips the nipple between his lips. I shudder as he sucks it hard into his mouth; pressing the hard nub to the roof and holding it there with his flattened tongue. My hips buck involuntarily and then my legs flex, pressing my ass hard into the cushion. Russ holds me to his face firmly in both hands as the rest of my body begins to writhe beneath him. He pops my nipple out of his mouth and buries his face in the valley of my flesh. Shaking his head back and forth he devours both breasts. Kissing and sucking, he manages to cover every inch of me. Then slowly he slides down my body. I can feel the heat radiating from him as he slips lower and lower. Kissing and biting me, leaving wet trails all along the way, he stops briefly and dips his tongue into my belly button, blowing into it and then slipping lower. As he reaches my mound, I hear his soft moan as his tongue lashes through the close trimmed red fur. His nose is buried against me; his breath hot and moist. I can feel his wet salvia soaking me. His breathing quickens as he inhales my excitement. He stops. I tense. I wait. Moments seem like an eternity, until I feel it; his wet tongue softly touching my rock hard clit. I exhale my need. My sigh loud in the quiet night as he slides his tongue past my clit and down along my wet lips. Reaching bottom his talented tongue slides to the other side, over and around my clit, making me jump. His lips close over my clit and he holds me hard and sucks. Pulling me solidly into his mouth, he sucks me as I twist and squirm in his hands. "Oh, Russ, that's it baby. Yes, yes, yes." I cry out. His lips release my clit as his tongue slips lower and plunges into my wet pussy. Twirling it around, plunging in and out, he fucks my pussy hard with his tongue; plunging in and out rapidly, his tongue lapping at my walls and lips. Pulling out and taking my clit in his lips again he sucks hard and long. I shake and shudder as my orgasm slams through me quick and hard. "Oh god, I'm cumming, Russ. Ahhhhhhh yes baby, cumming hard." I gasp as my body is flooded with waves of pleasure. Slowing his attentions on my clit, I feel his tongue running gently along my slit, licking and cleaning me. Lapping up my juices from the inside of my legs and then moving up again through and into my pussy he licks and sucks me. Rising up, he looks into my eyes, smiling and with hands at my waist pulls me off the cushion, over the side of the tub into the soothing hot water. Taking me into his arms, pulling me tight to his chest, our lips brush and then linger. My arms around his neck, I melt into his embrace. Stepping back slightly, he looks down at me and says, "It's been a long day for you, with the drive here and all. Let's get you to bed for awhile and I'll come back later today. Would you like to take a hike through the valley to the lake?" I hadn't realized how late it had gotten. It was technically the second day of my vacation! "Yes, I would love to go hiking with you Russ" was my reply. "And yes I do need to get some sleep." Turning he stepped up and out of the tub, extending his hand; helping to steady me. I grabbed the towels to dry off. We walked arm and arm into the house. As we reached the living room, he stops to gather his clothes and dress. Turning to me finally, he pulls me close to him and we kiss deeply. "Get some rest, Gina. I'll come back around noon to get you." "I'll pack us a lunch" I said as he opens the front door and slips out into the dark night. Closing the door, I lean back against it and sigh. What a wonderful night this has been, I think. Pushing off from the door, I move quickly to the bedroom dousing lights as I go. Dropping into the big bed, pulling up sheet and comforter, I am asleep as my head hits the pillow. My eyes fluttered open. The morning light, filtering through the trees, brightens the room with a soft glow. I stretch and for a moment didn't know where I am. Ahh, the cabin, I realize. And last night! Oh my, what a night. And the day holds the promise of pleasures as yet unknown. I slip out of the warmth of the covers, grab my robe and slippers against the chill of the morning and head out to the kitchen to make coffee. As the coffee begins to brew, I make my way back to the bathroom for a shower. The hot water quickly warms the cold tiles and as I stand beneath its spray, I recall the previous evening. A little shiver runs through me as I remember the barely contained lust of our meeting, the tentative little touches at dinner, the roaring passion in front of the fireplace and the exquisite play by the hot tub. As my breathing begins to quicken, I know that I need to curb my thoughts for the time and concentrate on my shower. Lathering up and scrubbing down my body, my hands revitalize the tingling on my skin. As I shampoo my hair, rinsing it clean and soft, I feel that this day will bring me only good things. With my shower finally done, I dry off, wrapping myself in the big towel, comb through my hair and wrap it in another towel. Back to the kitchen I head for the coffee pot. Grabbing a mug, I slip open the slider and step out onto the deck into the cool morning air. The birds sing their good mornings as little wildlife creatures race from tree to tree, doing their little wildlife dance. What a wonderful way to live I think, in the quiet peace of nature. Sitting in the chair I let the towel slip off my front and pool to my sides. Virtually naked in a deck chair the sun dries and warms me. You can't do this in the city! Well actually you could but you'd probably get arrested. The sun promises a bright and cheerful day and my thoughts turn to a hike with an interesting new man. As I sip my morning brew I think about this turn of events in my life. I did not expect to meet anyone here this week, least of all a possible lover. Funny how things turn out! Gathering my towel about me, I take my coffee mug and go back into the cabin. Pouring another cup, I amble back to the bathroom to dry my hair and get ready for the day. Dressed in jean shorts, t-shirt and light-weight hiking boots, I grab a sweatshirt jacket and long jeans, stuffing them into a small backpack and head for the kitchen to pack a picnic lunch. Cheese, sliced deli meats, really good sourdough bread, a small bag of chips, some paper napkins and bottled water all go into a convenient basket I keep here for just this reason. Looking at the clock I realize that it's almost noon and a touch of excitement begins to build low in my body. At the sound of a vehicle driving up to the front of the cabin, I cross to the front window and see an old Ford pickup stop. As the driver jumps out, I recognize Russ in faded jeans, green and brown shirt and boots. He pulls a pack out of the front seat and tosses it into the back. My heart skips a beat at the sight. I open the front door and step out onto the porch. Russ looks up and stops. From where I stand I can see his eyes wander over me. I watch as his mouth curls into a smile, then widens into a huge grin. "Good morning, Gina" he shouts, "you look ready for the day!" Smiling, I think to myself, boy am I ready. Out loud I say, "Want a cup of coffee before we head out?" "No I'm okay. I'd like to use the bathroom and then just head out if you don't mind. There is a great path I want to show you and it's just a little drive from here." "Okay, come in and I'll grab my pack and the lunch basket and load it in the truck." We drive down a tree lined country road; the light playing glimmer games through the windows of the truck, we talk and the radio plays softly. A short drive finds us at a dirt turn off. After about 15 minutes we pull up and stop in an open glade off the side. Russ turns and says, "Well, now we walk." Turning he jumps out of the truck and as I push open my door, he grabs both packs and the basket. Coming around to my side, he helps me into my pack and I return the favor. Russ takes the basket and my hand and we head off down a dim trail into the trees. The sunlight plays across the path, first light then shadow. The air is cool and pleasant and the path though narrow, is solid and fairly level under our feet. The walking is easy and the company good. After 30 minutes of pleasurable hiking, the path widens to a small sunlit glade canopied by giant trees. Emerging from the dim pathway into the soft filtered light, we are greeted by the kiss of a cool breeze. Turning to me, Russ quietly asks, "Well, Gina, will this place do for our picnic?" "Oh, Russ, this is the most beautiful place I have ever seen." Russ takes my hand and leads me slowly to the edge of the glade. "Quiet...and watch" he whispers. Dropping my hand, gently setting down the basket, he turns to the center of the glade and claps his hands. At the sudden sound, the earth moves, literally moves as thousands of butterflies ascend from the ground and fill the sky with brilliant colors. Squealing with laughter, I step forward into a magnificent kaleidoscope. "Just like a scene from a movie" I giggle. "Russ, this is just wonderful!" Grinning, he shucks off his backpack and drops it to the ground. Unzipping it, he reaches in and extracts a blanket, flicks it open, and spreads it on the ground. Pulling me to him, his lips find mine and his hands slip off my pack dropping it to the ground. Holding our kiss, we both drop to our knees, hands roaming up and down our bodies. Breaking the kiss, sitting back, we look into each other eyes and laugh. I reach over and draw the basket to me, pulling out two bottles of water and tossing him one. "Hungry, Russ?" I ask smiling. The Cabin Ch. 02 Chapter 2: Sherry's Story This is Part 2 of the Cabin story. You will not need to read Part 1 to follow this story line but it might fill you in on the rest of the story, so to speak, if you do. * My husband, Greg, and I had come up to our lakefront cottage in Northern Ontario. It was near the end of the summer and the boys didn't want to come along and that was just fine with me. I needed some space and some down time. I was so tired of being "Boss, Mom, Go-to Girl for the world." I just needed to unwind. I thought a relaxing weekend at the lake would do just the trick – little did I know how much. We left Guelph at noon on Friday. My husband, a family practice physician, seemed abnormally anxious to get out of town. I usually had to drag him from the office. I had a helpful assistant who would make certain I was gone when I needed to be. No so for him and his nurses. Sometimes I think they delighted in keeping him in office. Not that I thought anything was going on between him and any of them. I just couldn't see him getting up the guts to pursue one of them. This Friday, he was waiting for me at the hospital, where I am the business manager, before I came out. I don't know what was up with him. I think he needed to get out of town as much as I did. The 2 hour trip to Bancroft was full of the usual chit chat about kids, hospital gossip, and things we need to do around the house that the time passed quickly. We stopped for some groceries along the way. We always grill at the lake. We trade duties up there – he cooks, I clean up. I wanted to catch some sun so I immediately went to change into my bathing suit. When I had finished changing, Greg was still unloading groceries and opening up the cottage, even though we had been up here only last weekend with the boys. I had bought a new lavender suit that showed a little more cleavage and rode a little higher on my hips than usual. If Greg noticed, he sure didn't let on. I don't know what had him all fired up to get up here but it sure wasn't me. His buddies that he usually hangs with up here weren't supposed to be coming this weekend, according to him. So who knew. I walked out the patio doors that lead onto the deck and down to the lake. Picking my way through the vegetation, I finally reached the dock, grabbed a lawn chair out of the deck hanger, and stretched out into the warm August air. Maybe later, Greg would come down and we would take a quick boat ride around the lake. Without realizing it, I had fallen asleep. Greg was shaking me to get me wake up. He was afraid I was going to burn, even if I did have a pretty decent tan, it being late in the year. As I woke, he mentioned that the suit looked good on me. I looked into his eyes to see what he meant by that. I couldn't read a thing. I asked him if he want to take a ride. He said no, maybe tomorrow but he had just put the grill on and the coals would be ready in about 30 minutes so dinner was an hour away. I lingered at the dock for a little while. I was frustrated. I didn't know what I was going to have to do to get my husband's attention. Our sex life, well, it was just boring. I had needs that just didn't get met. Oh, it wasn't like we never did it. We did. It was just routine – on both our parts. Same positions. Same activities. You could script it without nary a thought. I was starting to get older and I wanted some pizzazz before sex was impossible. I was still a decent looking woman, I thought. My breasts were full. Yeah, they had sagged a little but people with 40DD's often did even before they were 45. My tummy wasn't flat but I had had 2 children and was desk bound most of the day. I tried to get a little exercise and I wasn't ashamed of my body. Maybe I could work a little harder at it – maybe that would rev things up a bit. In the end, I thought, it would probably require me taking control and making it happen like I did everything else. I just didn't want to do that. I wanted Greg to make it happen – to want it as much as I did, to want me as much as I still wanted him. Oh well, time to grab a shower before dinner. Dinner was good – not great but good. As I got up from the table to start to clear the dishes, Greg looked at me and said, "We are going out tonight. Go get dressed and put on something sexy." I glanced back at him as if to say, what's gotten into you but he shook his head as if don't ask and told me to GO. He said it with such authority that any thought of questioning him further evaporated. Where did he get this sudden determination from? I wondered. I went into our bedroom and sat down at my clothes cupboard. "Shit," I muttered aloud, "what did I bring up that really qualified as sexy, except for the new swimsuit I had just worn and been basically ignored in." Looking in my drawers, I found a yellow sweater that was just a tad too small, a flowered cotton skirt that was pretty flouncy, just in case we were going to a dance that I didn't know about. Now for the underwear. He may not see it but it affects how I think. I wanted to wear something hot to make me hot but I really hadn't planned for that. Maybe now, I knew why our sex life was so routine. Note to self, buy sexier undergarments. I finally found a navy blue lacy bra and panty set. It was the best I had and was going to have to do. I searched in the closet and did find a pair of high heeled sandals. At 6'3", Greg was 7 inches taller than I was. Bancroft periodically had dances so I brought these sandals up here so I could reach his chin. At four inches, I always felt like they were issuing a invitation for sex – but then, wasn't that what I wanted and what he implied I was going to get? When I emerged from the bedroom dressed as sexy I could get in a cottage in northern Ontario with no pre-warning, Greg looked up and down my body appreciatively. I didn't get the idea that he was burning holes through my clothes but he was definitely checking me out and appeared to approve. We walked to the car without any words between us. There was a tension in the air. It didn't feel like sexual tension, yet, but it was tense. We headed for town and having asked if we were going dancing and told no, I couldn't figure out where we were headed. When we got into the middle of town, Greg asked me to put a blindfold on. I was confused at this new attitude in my husband but getting no answers that would explain it, decided to cooperate anyway and placed the blindfold over my eyes. A little while later after he had driven around in circles several times, he headed down a gravel road. It didn't seem familiar so I had no idea where we were. All of a sudden, I felt his hand against the outside of my sweater. He tweaked my nipple, which is extremely sensitive. "Ooh" I responded. A few moments later, his right hand was caressing my breast continuously. When he stopped the car, I thought I was going to get to take the blindfold off. Instead he gently helped out of the car, along a gravel path and into a building. I couldn't see a thing but it seemed darker than before. He sat me on a chesterfield. I started to reach up and take off the blindfold but he barked at me and told me to keep it on. I didn't understand where this new found command was coming from but I obeyed and dropped my hand back into my lap. I felt vulnerable. It was an interesting feeling – almost sexy in its own way. He guided me up and then walked me forward. Eventually, he helped me up a little bit onto a firm surface. I didn't understand where we were or what I was sitting on. I heard some rustling, saw some light through the blindfold, heard the door shut, and then the blindfold came off. I was sitting in a doctor's examining room. I was on an ob/gyn table. I could tell by the stirrups at the end. In front of me stood Dr. Greg wearing a white lab coat that nearly covered his shorts. There was a small stool like all doctors' offices have and set of drawers that all females over the age of 15 know have all types of cold metal instruments. Greg and I had occasionally fantasized about making it in a doctor's office but our reputations meant more to us than the risk of getting caught. He must have found a way. "So what brings you to the doctor's today?" He asked in his best doctor tone. Playing along and suddenly getting very interested in this little game of his, I immediately responded, "I have an itch and I think you need to look at it." "Well, I know that it has been awhile since you have been in, so I let them book this appointment, but all my nurses have gone home. Is that okay?" I nodded, with interest building in my eyes, as well as other places. He had me undress from the waist up, as he watched. The setting made it very uncomfortable even though I had dressed and undressed in front of this man for 24 years. He laid me back on the table before he caressed my breasts and tweaked my nipples which were growing rapidly. Declaring them fine, he made me finish undressing. This time, I put a little swing into my hips and watched his eyes as they heated up at the sight my blue lace panties. Shoving them down my legs as erotically as possible, I wondered how hot and bothered he was by all of this. He was showing no signs of emotion. He placed my feet in the stirrups and snapped a rubber glove on one hand. I felt him enter me with one of his large fingers. It wasn't as good as his cock, but it felt wonderful. I am sure I moaned with pleasure and writhed some. The next thing I know he was telling me that if I didn't stop moving, he would have to restrain me. He had to complete his exam before he could find the source of my itch, he told me. Not really believing him, I settled down just to play along. I heard him reach for something and the next thing I knew that largest finger was lubed and plunged into my ass. I yelled as the pain turned to pleasure. His other hand took over my pussy and as his thumb hit my clit, I was going like a bucking bronco. The next thing I knew, he was grabbing restraints. Sure enough, he meant it. I guess I had wondered what it would feel like, so now was as good a time as any to try it. I kissed his arm as it came over me to restrain my midriff. Next my feet secured to the stirrups and then he pulled my arms above my head and locked them so I couldn't move. My juices were flowing so hot right now I was amazed the plastic on the table didn't melt. I hadn't been this turned on in years. It wasn't the way he touched me – that was normal. It was the location, the being bound, his dominance, his authority over me that made me so hot I was already on the edge. Next he started eating me out. Now Greg is not opposed to this but it isn't in our normal repertoire. Now I was really hot. I can't move and my pussy is on fire. I want a cock in there now – his preferably but you could have probably served me King Kong's and I would have taken it without complaint. In the next second I am over the edge from his nibbling, shuttering with an orgasm. "Please put it in me, I can't take anymore" I yelled. He withdrew his mouth, substituted his finger and I came again in great big gushing tremors that were all the larger from the restraints that had me bucking in place. "Please put it in me." I cried. Playing with me, he smiled and asked, "What? What is it that you want so much? Have we found the itch you were talking about?" "Yes, yes, you've found it. You are a son of a bitch. I need it now. Put it in? "What, my finger?" He pushed fingers into my hot, juicy pussy. "NO, you asshole, your cock! Your Dong! Your Penis! Or whatever you want to call it, just get that hot, thick piece of manhood in me now." The next thing I knew his shorts were off, his lab coat still on, and his cock jutting straight out from under his short lab coat. His 8" was harder and stronger than I had seen in a number of years. All of sudden, he punched a few buttons on a remote control and the exam table moved and whirred and I was half standing, half laying with my legs wide open, right at the height for him to enter me without straining. He put his hands on my knees and began thrusting in and out like a kid pumping a well handle. After a few minutes of grunting and stroking, he slowed, pulled my legs together and gave it two or three deep thrusts, balls to ass and then I could feel his hot cum spraying against my pussy walls. He was hotter than I was! He collapsed over me and gently nuzzled my breasts. When I could get my breath back, I told him I love him and loved what we had just done. He asked me if I minded being restrained and I told him no, I had actually enjoyed it. He looked up at me from between my full tits and smiled. In a few more minutes he got up, took his lab coat off, hung it on the back of the door, slid off his shirt and shoes and left the room. When he returned he had a pan full of warm soapy water and he proceeded to wash me up, leaving me fully restrained. There was a warm returning to those regions as he carefully spread my labia and wash me, playing particular attention to my clit. The roughness of the washcloth almost had me going again. But then he stopped. I glanced down at him and he was starting to get some life back into his manhood. I smiled, thinking, this night is not over next. What is after this? When he asked me to wear the blindfold again but not to get dressed, I was confused but I now trusted him to believe that I would enjoy it. So I donned the blindfold and then I felt him remove the restraints. When he got to my arms, he left f the soft cuffs wrapped and secured to one of my wrists. I just couldn't figure out what was up. He used the remote again to lay the table flat and then gently pulled me to my feet. His mouth met mine and we stood for a few moments deeply kissing, his tongue playing over mine like it used to when we were courting. His hands played along my back and sides with his thumbs seeking out my nipples, which were once again becoming hard. My nipples get to be very large, about the size of dimes. I believe it was all the nursing I did. I didn't wean my boys until they were nearly three. Greg believed that the mother's milk was essential to healthy babies. He said foreign countries nursed until the child was 6 or so. I had to wean my oldest when my youngest needed more milk than I could produce feeding a 6 month old and an almost three year old. I nursed continually for almost 6 years. My nipples had become very large and very sensitive because of this. Greg was using this to his advantage now. Pulling away, he guided me out of the room and across a floor. He stopped me and then told me to kneel carefully. I felt something that felt like a mattress under my knees. He urged me on so I crawled upright a little further until he told me to hold up. I heard a door close and then I heard a lock snap shut. I wondered why he felt the need to lock the door. At this point, he took my blindfold off. I looked around. The room was fairly large. The size of a second bedroom in a house, about 10' by 10'; but the floor was covered by mattress, which was covered in tyvex to be waterproof. I wondered where someone bought their supply of these giant mattress covers. The mattress went right up to the wall. The only part not covered was inset for the door. There were cabinets hung on the wall at the four foot level or so. Clearly places where one would not bang their head. I noticed a completely mirror ceiling, a television mounted on the wall, and intimidating eyebolts mounted every few feet along the entire wall. Pillows were thrown everywhere and were of every shape imaginable. In one corner laid a pile of covers, neatly folded. "Where are we, sweetheart?" I asked. "We are in a bedroom for lovers." he responded. "Well obviously," I answered. "But where is this in Bancroft? We didn't go that far away." Greg just smiled at me. There were no windows in this room to help me get my bearing and the only lamps were sconces on the walls above the cabinets. I stood up and headed for the door. Greg just laid there in this Adonis looking pose, leaning against a pillow with his hands behind his head. God, I didn't realize how good looking he still was. Blond hair, with just a touch of grey at the temples, broad shoulders, and a waist that wasn't as slim as it was 20 years ago but was still damn good looking. His tanned and muscled legs were stretched out comfortably while his cock and balls rested on his thighs. His cock was stretched out too, not yet hard but definitely interested in continuing to play. Me too, but I was still curious about where I was. This mattress was not easy to walk on. I finally reached the door. I tried to open it but I could not find the lock that I heard Greg click. Then I heard Greg chuckle as he held up a remote. "You might as well just crawl on down here and play because you aren't getting out until I say so." Now the spirit of competition was setting in and sex was taking backseat to proving my dominance once again over my husband. I dropped to my knees and crawled towards him hurriedly. "I knew I would have you crawling on your knees to me," he laughed mercilessly. I tried to change my movements but I realized that my large tits were swinging down seductively as I crawled on all fours toward the man in front of me. With my just fucked look on my face, I knew that I was looking more like a slut looking for action than a woman on a mission. When I reached him, I pulled at the arm that had the remote in it. He didn't release the remote but he did show it to me. It was a coded number remote. He had locked the door remotely and could only unlock it by tapping in a code. In fact all of the functions on the remote needed a code to use. He could let me play with it all I wanted and I probably couldn't get it to do a thing. "So what if I need to use the facilities." I demanded. "Oh, we have help." He replied, reaching up into a cabinet and withdrawing a medical bed pan. "AH, your doctor friends. Which doctor have you made friends with in Bancroft that keeps such a little sex pad in his office for his trysts." He just smiled and shook his head, telling me that he was not saying. He stretched back out on the pillows he had propped into position and patted the area between his spread legs. "It is time you returned the previous favor, don't you believe?" I started to scoot over to him but he said no, he wanted me to crawl down his leg and up and again so he could enjoy the view. I am sure he did as his cock must have grown another inch in the time it took me to crawl into his crotch. I took him in my mouth and he instantly started to harden and continued to grow. I was amazed. We haven't done it twice in one night for several years. I swirled my tongue and pistoned my mouth to generate friction. He placed his hands on my head and moved me rhythmically up and down. As I glanced up at his face, his eyes were intently watching my boobs as they bobbed up and down against the mattress. After a few minutes, he reached down and pulled me up off of him. Grabbing my boobs, he urged me up his body where he hugged me and just held me for a few minutes. He rolled me off of him and onto the mattress below. He stretched my arms up high and I knew what was coming next. Being restrained was still new to me and a little panic went through me but I remembered how good it felt before so I forced myself to relax. Greg placed the edge of the soft cuff that I had been wearing through the eyebolt and then around again. He snugged up the strap good and tight and then grasp my other wrist and secured it as well. I was now captured in this monster bed of a bedroom. I felt tingly all over. Greg gently probed my mouth with his tongue and toyed with my breasts. Running one hand down to my pussy, he slipped his fingers into me and caressed first with one finger and then with two. Dragging his hands out my box, he spread my juices up my belly. He went in for more and this time he pulled away from my mouth and feed me his fingers covered in my juices. I don't know where he had gotten this idea but I was incredible turned on by it all. The Cabin Ch. 02 He slung one leg over my abdomen and stood on his knees putting his cock right at my tits. He paused and grabbed some lubricate from a cabinet he could reach. Slathering that on his cock, he pushed my tits together and began to plunge in and out between the hot folds of my boobs. "Open your mouth." He told me. I did and he pushed his cock from within my tits so I could taste the pre-cum oozing from the tip. I watched the scene from the mirrored ceiling above us. He continued for a few minutes and then seemingly bored with that, he slid off of me, reached for his remote, punched in a couple of codes and the next thing you know, we are watching a XXX rated video on the TV which is right in front me. Normally, I would argue with him about the vulgarity of XXX videos, but tonight, I am game for just about anything. He lays his head on my stomach and we watch some hot, sexy video. Some of it was a beautiful blonde giving a guy a blowjob on a lifeguard stand and then there were two girls going at it in the guard tower. Next the guy was diddling the clit of second girl and the first had disappeared. At this point Greg started diddling mine as well. We watched what seemed like half of the video and I was getting hotter and hotter. "Honey, I can't stand too much more stimulation without relief." I whined. "I thought girls liked foreplay forever." He teased back. "Maybe sometimes, but this is getting to be too much. We have been at this for hours." "Are you counting?" "No, I love it! But I am so horny I think I could spontaneously combust." "How are the restraints?" "They are fine?" "You don't mind them." "No, they add to the heat, actually. I didn't think I would ever like being tied up but I love it." "Good, cause there is a lot more where this came from. We are going to spice up our sex lives or die trying." "Well, we are off to a good start." "At which one, the spice or the dying?" "Maybe both if I don't get some relief here!" "Would you like to sleep in here tonight?" "Can we? Won't we get caught tomorrow?" "I have this place for the weekend." "Fine, let's play on then. But please hurry for right now." All this time, Greg had been playing with one nipple and slowly moving his finger in and out of my pussy and up and in between my pussy lips. I was still hot as fire. He had cooled down some. He dimmed the lights to nearly dark and then, he crawled over me, reached for a pillow, propped up my head and fed me his cock. While it only made me hotter, it got him raring to go again. When he finally pulled back, his cock was jutting at attention and oozing pre-cum. He was very ready to dip his pen in the ink well. He pulled the pillows from behind my head and placed it under my hips. It gave him just the angle he was looking for. He slung my legs over his shoulders and sank his cock balls deep into my waiting pussy. Keeping a steady pace, he continued to thrust as he ran his hands down my body and back again. He pinched my nipple so hard, I yelped. That caused him to pick up speed and then he thrust hard against my pelvic bone and came in two or three final thrusts. He released me and lay down beside me, kissed me hard and long. I could tell he was spent. Yet, before he drifted off to sleep, he remembered to remove my restraints and handed me the bedpan to use in case I needed it. It was obvious that he was not going to let me out of this room for the night. With that, he was out like a light. I woke up a few hours later. I was sore in places I had forgotten. I was still horny or horny again, I didn't know. Greg was passed out on his back, arms spread, taking full advantage of the size of bed, so to speak. He looked delicious and I decided I need to fulfill my appetite. I twisted over towards him and lay across his leg and took him in my mouth again. I started to suck but must have drifted back to sleep, because I awoke later with his eyes looking down at me, he was stroking my hair, and his cock was growing inside my mouth. I think he had awoken a monster inside of both of us. Where would it go from here? What would daylight bring? * Stay tuned for more adventures in the cabin with Greg and Sherry and other couples who have the right to play. The Cabin Ch. 02 As the sun came out of the clouds and streamed through cabin fourteen's bedroom window, Jack Powell rolled over and cracked open an eye. His head instantly began to spin from the two bottles of wine the night before. With a shaky hand he reached over to his left and found that the other side of the bed was completely vacant. He cautiously sat up and peered around, taking in the room before him. The walnut paneled walls were chipped and peeling, little holes were appearing through the seams and joints allowing sunlight to stream through. Paintings of surreal mountain scapes and lazy lakes adorned the walls each one signed by the cabin owner or his deceased wife Eudora. Jack's shoulders shrugged together as he braced his hands behind him. His eyes, desperately searching the surrounding room. But, for what? A hot white pain coursed through his stiff shoulder and he instinctively reached up, his fingers gingerly touching the welted and bruised skin near his neck. A bite mark? His brow furrowed as he searched the memories of last evening. He ran his tongue along his bottom lip and felt the sharp sting from the split skin on the inside. She'd bit his lip hard as well. She? Who was she? He cocked a brow in concentration for only a brief moment. Layla. Her name was Layla and she was a force of nature. He slowly swung his feet off the bed and to the floor, rising on still quivering thighs. His stomach lurched and his head reeled. He dropped back down to the bed until it stopped. She stepped into the bedroom on graceful feet, her long tanned legs barely concealed by the light blue dress shirt she'd pilfered from his closet. Fastened by only the bottom three buttons, he had a full view of her exposed breasts when she bent forward to hand him a cup of coffee. The rising steam filled his nostrils and soothed him almost instantly. Jack gave a grateful nod and kept his bleary gaze locked upon the graceful vision before him. He blew across the rim and moaned to himself as the first sips passed his lips. She smiled sweetly awaiting his approval. His lips curled up into a satisfied smile, though his eyes were but bloodshot slits. "Thank you," he croaked as he tried to form those first words. Her lips curled into a charming smile and she bounced excitedly on the balls of her feet. Oh dear God, she's a morning person...He thought to himself. She turned on her heel and made her way back out toward the kitchen. The hot creamy scent of butter mixed with the thick-spiced grease of sausage wafted into the room, his stomach alternated between the rumbling growl of hunger and the distorted knot that came with a hangover. He took another sip of the black brew from the navy blue ceramic mug. Less than fifteen minutes later, Jack found himself sitting at the dinette table staring at a plate of scrambled eggs and sausage. His mind whirled in replay as the previous night's events played over and over again. She'd felt so good in his arms. There was no denying that. But, the guilt started to set in just the same. Never before had he been involved in a one-night stand. Sex had always been a sacred thing to him. It was something to be shared when you loved someone, not something to be treated like a casual sport. But there he sat, a tainted man left to examine his beliefs. Just as he was about to open his mouth and speak, she gazed across the table with those gorgeous eyes. They were eyes that spoke of being one of the oldest souls on the planet. "So, about last night," she started softly as she reached across the table with a gentle smile. "That was just my way of saying thank you for being so kind and going out of your way in letting me have a roof over my head for the night." She caressed his hand lightly with her slender thumb. Jack's lips curled into a small smile and he shrugged. "It was the least I could do, that storm was pretty nasty." He drew in a deep breath and hunched his shoulders as he picked at the eggs on his plate. "You know," he started between bites, stalling mid sentence as he swallowed. "I've still got the place until Monday." He glanced up into her eyes once more. "You're more than welcome to stay." Layla cocked her head aside in thought as she speared a sausage link and brought it to her rosy lips. She bit off third of it and smiled lightly. "Actually, I think it's time I moved on," she said. She pinched both lips between her teeth for a brief moment and her eyes turned to look somewhere far off through the wall over his shoulder. "It's gonna be a long road up to New York. But, thank you Jack. I do appreciate the offer." Jack's face fell along with his hopes and he lowered his eyes back to his plate, rolling a sausage link lazily around the plate with his fork. Her shimmering gaze suddenly lightened and shined with mirth again. "I'll tell you what slick," she chuckled as she patted the top of his hand. "I'll stick around for the day. We'll just play it by ear." She scrunched her nose as the playful grin took over. "I noticed there was a big beautiful lake down the road from here. I think I'd like to go check that out." Jack's smile widened with glee and he dug into the food on his plate with renewed interest. A couple of hours later, they'd both showered and gotten dressed for the hike down to the lake. Jack slung his backpack over his shoulder and locked up the cabin door behind him. He turned and grinned at her. His eyes following her lean legs from her ankles on up to the edge of her denim cut-offs. Layla stood before him with a whimsical smile and her thumbs hooked into the belt loops. Her stance was off axis enough to give a tempestuous curve and kick to her hip. He started to pass her by and she reached out, hooking her wrist around his elbow, trailing it down his forearm until she could interweave her fingers with his. He gave her a sidelong glance and she smiled dreamily at him. Jack felt the heat fill his cheeks and suddenly hoped he could blame it on the mid morning sun. They both remained silent for the first fifteen minutes of the walk, with Layla glancing around into the trees with great interest and Jack watching where he was walking with little interest. "So, I've got to ask," he said, breaking the silence. "Why are you heading for the Big Apple? What's up there for you?" She smiled indifferently as she thought of the possible answers. "I want to become a dancer," She said finally. "And my sister has a place lined up for me. She wants me to move up closer to the family again." Jack nodded his head in agreement. "Okay, so then where are you coming up from?" He continued. "I'd rather not talk about it," Layla said flatly. She stopped dead in her tracks and Jack began looking around apprehensively for the source. Layla smiled broadly and lifted both arms, taking Jack's hand with her. "Hey, we're here." Jack relaxed and looked around at the big lake before him. Its gray surface was smooth as glass and mirrored the surrounding trees. He lowered his backpack to the grass and crouched down to take out the blanket he'd packed up in it. Layla leaned to smooth a couple of corners and Jack's eyes were drawn to the tanned cleavage behind the neckline of her black tank top. He sat down on the blanket and kicked his sneakers off, trying to focus his attention on the water in front of him. She sat down beside him, hip to hip and placed her hand on his bare knee stroking languidly. Across the water, on the other shore they could see the multi-textural outlines of competitors for the fishing tournament. Jack remembered his Dad, always telling him that the better fishing was on this side of the lake, where it was less crowded. Not that Jack really cared. He didn't like the taste of fish and he'd only gone fishing with his old man so long ago because he wanted to feel close to his father. The traditional father and son bonding experience. Jack smiled to himself as the floodgate of memory opened wide on him. He didn't know for how long he'd taken that stroll down memory lane, but when he came back to reality he was abruptly aware that Layla was no where to be found. He leaned back on his arms and scanned the area with creased brow. He strained his ears for any snippet of sound and found nothing but loud, drunk and singing fishermen on the light breeze. "Layla?" He called out. Jack rose and stood on the balls of his feet, as he looked back to the woods behind him. "Layla?" He called again, louder this time. His chest rose and fell frantically as his breathing deepened with concern. He took a step toward the lush woods and heard an unexpected giggle and splash. He nearly gave himself whiplash as he turned and looked to the water. His eyes were drawn to the slowing ripples near the shoreline. As Jack reached the waters edge he noticed a pile of clothing on one of the larger rocks. Ten yards out, Layla's head and shoulders broke the water's surface. She flicked the dripping tendrils back out of her eyes and smiled mischievously. She bobbed for a moment and then rose up onto the tips of her toes. The swell of her naked breasts broke the surface, nipples like pink stones from the coolness of the early autumn waters. Jack's face flushed and he quickly looked around fearfully. "Jesus Christ, Layla," He croaked and then adjusted his voice to a commanding whisper. "It's the middle of the day, there are people everywhere!" "And your point is?" She smirked wickedly. She raked her fingers through her tangled tresses as she inched her way toward him, arms stretched high, teasing his senses with her taut nipples and tanned, toned flesh. Jack's shorts tightened instantly. As she approached the bank, her waist still beneath the distorted surface, Jack crouched and offered his hand. Layla took his hand and gripping his wrist, yanked him into the water. Jack sputtered and wiped at his eyes, a deep scowl on his face. Layla stood staring at him with her big brown eyes, drawing her bottom lip between her teeth. The urge to laugh became harder to suppress, the look on her face was just too precious. Without warning he yanked her into his arms, surrounding her fully within them. His lips crashed into hers as he kissed her with the deep, burning passion he'd been confronting all morning, his tongue wrestling hers into submission. Layla curled her fingers under the hem of his dark green tee shirt and slowly brought it up his chest. Breaking the kiss only when the need to breathe became overriding, she drew it over his shoulder and tossed it to the shore, where it landed with a wet slap against the big rock. Her slender fingers trailed a meandering path down the center of his chest toward the button of his jean shorts. His breath caught in his chest. His body aflame with a blending of desire and self-consciousness as she slowly lowered the zipper. She placed kisses along his neck and chest, soft as the feet of a butterfly. His flesh burned for her. His desire to feel his body against hers, to feel his cock filling her once again, tossed away all inhibitions. She lowered herself and helped him step out of the last of his clothing. Tossing them lazily toward the shore as well. She lifted her right leg to his hip and wrapped the calf around his thigh. Reaching beneath the water, she took his rigid shaft in hand and eased him into her yearning core. Wrapping her other thigh around him and locking her ankles at the small of his back. Jack arched his hips forward slowly, filling her completely. She closed her eyes and buried her face in the crook of his neck, a soft, satisfied moan floated from her lips. Jack sunk into the water until only their head and shoulders were visible. Her arms tightened around his neck as she held on greedily. Rising and falling on his length, grinding lewdly every time their pelvises met. Jack's hand curled around her neck, holding her steadily against him, murmuring softly. Kissing her neck and shoulder, tongue darting every few strokes, simply to taste her flesh. Her warmth and affection penetrated through the chill of the water and straight into him. A gasp of lustful elation came through gritted teeth as they dared each other to fall into the abyss of passion. As the sound rang through her ears, Layla clenched around his throbbing shaft and held him deep within her. Though she fought against it, she cried out as the first waves of the killing climax enshrouded her in dark light. Jack began thrusting harder, the sensations driving him straight into madness, taking no shortcuts along the way. Layla pulled her head back and locked her eyes with his, commanding him to cum with her. To cum for her. Though his eyes pleaded in tortured desperation, he obeyed. Within three more thrusts his cock twitched, his hips locked and they anchored themselves to each other dependently. Gasps, moans and cries filled the air around them as they floated just off the shore. Her face alight with greedy satisfaction, heaving chests pressed to each other as they held on for dear life ...for sanctuary. He let out a laugh, the joy and repletion making his skin quiver, confused synapses racing about his body seeking refuge. Again, they buried their faces in each other's shoulders. A few hours later, they found themselves sitting at a table in one of the town's two diners. Ravenous, they awaited the waitress's return with their plates. Layla snuggled in tight against his side, locking herself around his arm and resting her head on his shoulder. Jack tilted his face and kissed the top of her head, burying his nose in her hair, he sighed contentedly. "Miami," she murmured beneath her breath "I'm sorry? What about Miami?" He asked, brow furrowing in confusion. "You asked where I was coming from. I'm from Miami," she said softly, a hint of mourning in her voice. Jack smiled gently and reached up to caress her cheek. Layla turned her face and kissed his fingers lightly. The waitress set two plates on the table and smiled enviously at them. The smell of the burgers and fries assaulted them violently, making their stomachs growl and their mouths water. "Honeymoon?" The waitress inquired. Jack's eyes widened as looked up at the woman. Layla grinned around a French fry. "Just met yesterday, actually," Jack found himself replying. "Well you two sure look happy. Is there anything else I can get you folks?" She asked. "I'll take a refill if you don't mind," Jack said. Layla, mouthful of burger, signaled the same by tapping the rim of her glass. The waitress smiled gently and nodded. Jack lifted the burger from his plate and took a large bite. Well over twenty years now and he still felt that this place made the best burgers in the world. He groaned with unadulterated pleasure. For hours they wandered the streets, arm in arm and hand in hand as they browsed through the little shops of the town square. They talked and laughed thoroughly enjoying the day and each other's company. Gazes into each other's eyes grew longer and longer. A low rumble filtered through the streets and they both looked up at the darkening sky. "Right on time," Jack chuckled. "You can set your clock by the weather in this state." Layla smiled and held tight to his arm, tucking herself into him. They picked up their pace as they approached the grouping of rustic cabins. Her hand slid down his arm and she grabbed his hand, holding him still in place. She turned her face to the sky as the first drops came down, splashing on her cheeks. Jack tugged anxiously at her, urging her to follow him into the shelter of the cabin. Her grip tightened, begging him to stay. Jack bit into his lip and conceded to her whim. She wrapped herself around his waist and pressed her cheek to his chest, listening to his heartbeat. After a brief moment of hesitation, he found himself surrounding her in his arms as the rain fell upon them. She raised her smiling lips to his and kissed him robustly. He fell into the kiss and they became the only two people in the universe. They ambled back into cabin fourteen and Jack emptied the soaked items from his backpack, draping blankets and clothing over the dinette chairs. Moving into the bathroom, he turned on the faucet in the shower and adjusted the temperature. He'd barely had time to soap his chest, when Layla stepped into the shower with him. She took the soapy cloth from him and started to wash him. Lathering him gently she pressed her hips to his, the heat of the water soothing them both into a dreamy state of being. Jack pushed himself tight to her and ensnared her in his strong arms. Mashing his lips to hers in a hungry kiss. Her body conformed to his covetously. The ache within her growing heated as they fell against the shower wall. He grabbed her wrists and raised them above her head, pinning them to the tiles. She arched against him and moaned in delight as he pinched the skin of her neck with his teeth. She managed to wriggle free of his grip, her eyes darkened with lust and she ran the tip of her tongue across her lips in contemplation. She turned around in his grasp and ground her ass against his hardening member. Jack clawed his nails across her ribcage and gripped his fists around her breasts, pinching her tightening nipples between his fingertips. Layla let out a gasp as intense pain turned into pleasure. She reached down between her thighs and gripped his cock fiercely, before sliding him between her slick folds. Thunder boomed and echoed through the hills outside. Their hearts pounded against their chests, breaths became ragged as he took her from behind, claiming her entirely. She gave herself to him completely. With every wild thrust, he proved that he now owned her body. They enjoyed each other in every part of the cabin as the storm raged on through the night. They made love gently and they fucked wildly until the storm abated and the sun rose once again. They collapsed in an entangled heap on the bed, holding and caressing each other, properly sated and thoroughly exhausted. Just shortly before noon, there came an insistent pounding at the cabin door... © Jay Phantym 2008 The Cabin Ch. 02 In order to understand the context of this chapter I encourage you to read Chapter 1 of this series. Chapter 1 tells the story of the first day of Katie and Ken's getaway weekend. Chapter two picks up the story on Saturday as the roles reverse. I hope you enjoy the read and would love to hear your comments and feedback both good and bad. Ken awoke early the next morning excited, yet in turmoil. He had just experienced one of the most exciting and eye-opening days of his life, serving as the sub to his new wife Katie. They had agreed, prior to spending this weekend at a cabin where they had first met to try something new. Katie had approached her husband asking him if he'd be willing to try something different with respect to their sex play. He liked her idea and they agreed to each take turns serving as the others sub. Yesterday she had dominated him but today it was she who would serve him. As he lay in bed his mind began to plan the day that would be. He had brought several props to be used during his day in charge but now wondered if he would need them since it seemed that after last night everything changed. He didn't know what to do. He had been looking forward to his domination of her and the chance to have his way, but now he wasn't quite so certain as to how he'd pull it all off. He had seen a different side of her but more significantly, he had seen a different side of him. Their evening last night was fantastic; one he'd most likely never forget. As he laid thinking and planning, he decided to use but one of the items he had brought, made a few changes in his plans, and then rested quietly behind her, knowing that this was going to be one incredible day for the two of them. He dozed off and on, waiting for her to stir. Her naked body was the epitome of beauty in his eyes. He was constantly amazed at the splendor of this woman with whom he had fallen in love. He was snuggled up behind her petite frame, one arm under her neck and the other wrapped around her body. His hand gently clutching her perfectly shaped breasts. He inhaled the aroma of her perfume as he buried his face into her blonde hair. Her presence surrounded and engulfed him. She was his and he was indeed hers. At some point she awoke, grasping the hand that held her, "You feel so good right here," she mumbled. Instinctively his cock hardened and Katie smiled as she felt it stiffen between her legs. She knew the power that she held over him and knew too that he loved her body but even more so, loved her. His love for her was without question and Katie was so thankful that they had each found their soul mate, even if it had taken so many years to do so. "Are you ready to start your day girl?" Ken asked, pulling her tight against him. "I am if you are. Why did you let me sleep in so late, it's almost eleven?" "I thought you needed your rest after last night's activities." "You loved it all, didn't you? She said teasingly, ignoring his comment. "Yes I did. You were wonderful but today it's my turn." With that Ken got up and walked to Katie's side of the bed. "Suck my cock," he demanded. Still trying to get him to admit to how much he enjoyed last night, she pressed the issue, "but you must admit, you loved all that I made you do for me last night didn't you?" She repositioned herself on her stomach facing his now hardened shaft and began to enjoy toying with him and his emotions. "It's my day to be treated; so stop with the questions and make this cock feel good. Please?" "Whatever you say, Master. I know you loved it, no matter what you say." Ken stood, looking down at her tongue as she began the slow and wonderful process of bringing him to an orgasm. She teased the head of his cock while he played with her hair, soaking in the feelings of pleasure she was causing to wash over his body. She circled the head of his cock at first and then lapped at it playfully. After getting it good and wet, she puckered her lips and slid them along the full length of his rod until it glistened with her saliva. She loved the sensation of its hardness when she pressed her lips against it. It felt strong and she loved that feeling of strength in him. She loved the tone of his body and the strength of his arms when he held her. She felt safe with him and knew he could overpower her at will. Yet she was in power now. The simple touch of her tongue on his cock reduced him to nothing. She owned this time and she intended to take full advantage of the liberty that he now granted her. His cock was hers to use. He was hers to use and manipulate. Its size fascinated her and he happened to be endowed with one that met all her desires. She loved the shape and feel of it, telling him often just how much she loved giving him head. Moving up and down its full length she began her lip and tongue stroking that she knew he loved so much. She squeezed the base of his cock firmly, using her hand as an extension of her mouth. Ken twitched in response to her hand pressure just as she expected him to do. She played with his emotions like a pro, knowing where to lick and how to squeeze and tease. She made him gasp and jerk almost at will. She knew what his pleasure spots were and used them to her advantage to manipulate his emotions while slowly seducing him. Her desire was to satisfy her husband exactly as she thought he'd want, even though she was enjoying this as much, if not more than he. This blowjob was as much for her as it was for him and she was fully aware that Ken knew exactly how she felt about her love of sucking cock. Yes, he loved what she did to him, but she loved even more having the power and control to use him; to make him cum if and when she decided. Ken began to twitch more frequently and Katie responded by taking him deeper into her mouth. The way she was positioned only allowed her to take about half of his cock, and although she used her hands to stroke the remainder of his shaft so that he could feel his entire dick being pleasured, she wanted more of him. After tiring of this play she stopped bobbing on him and just held her mouth open. Soon he did what she knew he would; what he always did. He began to fuck her mouth slowly at first, moving in and out of her while she remained motionless, letting him use her as he wanted. She released the grip on his cock and began to play with his shaved balls as he fucked her mouth. Katie had asked him to do that some time ago. She wanted to feel the soft skin of his scrotal sac without the distraction of his pubic hair and he willingly complied, keeping them clean shaven with each shower he took. He had also kept his shaft free of any hair, liking the look as it made his seven inches look even larger. She wanted all of him shaven, but she didn't press the issue yet. She knew in time he would yield, but for now she was plenty content with his compliance to her requests and enjoyed him now as she continued to suck, lick and stroke him. He began to moan to the feel of her hands playing with his balls and her wet tongue wrapping itself around the base of his shaft each time he entered her. He could feel her gently pulling and pushing on his thighs as she guided his actions. He let her dictate the pace with which he fucked her. She loved watching him move in and out knowing that he loved what she was doing to him. She let him use her as he wished and closed her eyes to focus on the feel of his hard shaft and soft head entering and leaving her mouth as she clung onto him with her lips. He seemed to reach a plateau emotionally Katie wanted more and she wanted him to cum. "Let me make this nicer for you," she said suddenly sitting up on the bed. She grabbed his arm with one hand and a pillow with the other and led him into the kitchen. She too was becoming sexually aroused and wanted more of his cock. She climbed on the long empty kitchen counter; lay on her back with the pillow positioned under her shoulders for comfort and let her head extend back off the edge. "Come here and fuck my mouth Master. I want to take all of you." Without a word Ken moved his shaft to her. Her head was at exactly the right height. He entered her mouth and gently moved his hips ever so slightly back and forth as he enjoyed the feeling of his sub-wife's tongue wrap around his head as he slid subtly in and out of her. Katie moaned with delight each time he entered. She reached overhead, grabbed his waist and pulled him to her. His cock slid in completely, only stopping when his body hit her face. She held him there for what seemed like several seconds before pushing him out and gasped for air. "Mmmm," was all he heard before he felt her pull on him again. She took him fully once more, moaning each time she released him to breathe. Again and again she let her throat serve as the orifice to which he pleasured himself. Her mouth and esophageal muscles enveloped his cock perfectly making this blow job feel almost as good as when he entered her pussy. Katie was able to suppress her gag reflex in this position and taking him like this was pure enjoyment for the two of them. Ken let her dictate the pace upon which he entered and withdrew. He, in turn felt the ever building waves of pleasure wash over him. The feeling of being inside her, the erotic position that she put herself in to take him, and the beauty of her naked body stretched out before him progressively heightened his longing to cum. She sensed his desire and purposely moved her body before him as it lay stretched out in plain view. The sight of her erotic movements heightened the passion within them both. She too was becoming seduced by the very act that she had created, and her pussy began to weep in response to the sexual excitement that she was feeling. Faster and faster she pulled on his hips. Although she couldn't see is face, she could feel the tension in his body as it progressively tightened. She could feel the moisture beginning to form on his skin and hear the moaning as he came closer and closer to his peak. She could also feel his passion as he squeezed her breasts with more force and moved his hands with more emotion over her body. "Let me taste you," she gasped as she momentarily pushed his cock out of her mouth. Not waiting for his answer she pulled him in once again. Her lips sucked harder on his shaft and her tongue pressed more firmly against him as she now deliberately sought to make him cum. Ken moaned loudly as a final gush of passion filled him. He pressed his cock deep in her and came. Katie instinctively pushed him back as she felt the first spurt of warmth squirt deep in her throat. She wanted him to cum, but she wanted to taste him as well. When he pushed again, her hands prevented his full entry, keeping his cock in her mouth as he came again. Each successive surge of cum spilled into her mouth as he ejaculated. Katie pushed him away when he finally finished, she rolled over facing him. She let some of his seed purposely drool out of her mouth for him to see while she savored the salty taste, her eyes never leaving his. She sat up and just stared as her master, extending her cum covered tongue so he could see how much she enjoyed what he had given her. He watched her, mesmerized by her beauty and love for him, he held her gaze. She was so sexy and acted now like such a slut obviously enjoying the thick cream that filled her mouth. Finally she swallowed. "Thank you Master. I hope your sub has pleased you satisfactorily." A teasing glint could be seen in her eyes. She ran her a finger up her chin to scoop the line of semen that had leaked from her mouth. Offering it to him, he turned and walked away. She laughed quietly and enjoyed it for herself. By the time Katie returned to the bedroom, Ken was already in the shower. She tried to enter but the door was locked. She stretched out on the bed and waited patiently for him to finish. He returned several minutes later clean, shaven and dressed in jeans and a button down white shirt. Katie loved this look on Ken. His shirt tail out and sleeves rolled up just below the elbows. "Katie, get yourself cleaned up and looking nice. I want to take you out and have a fun day together." He left the room before she could turn to see him leave. She stretched and did as she was told. In another thirty minutes he walked into the kitchen where she found him eating. He eyed her from head to toe approvingly. She was dressed as she always was in a nice pair of jeans and an attractive top. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a pony-tail today, her nails were painted and her makeup was tastefully done. She had on his favorite perfume of which he could smell soon after she entered the room. "You look great Katie." She remained where she was and waited. He crossed the room and they embraced and then kissed. "I hope this is as nice a day for you as it will be for me," he whispered as they broke their embrace. "I'm sure it will. It sure is starting off that way," she said laughing. "So where are we going?" "We are going to go out for the afternoon. Maybe go shopping and then to dinner and then spend an evening back here enjoying one another. I want to take you to a quaint little town that I've heard is a really nice place. I've never been there but I think we'll like it." -------------------- They arrived in the small town of Chelsey, a picturesque and touristy village about an hours' drive from the cabin. It was vineyard country and the wineries attracted many folk throughout the year. Ken pulled the car into a relatively quiet parking area off a side street and parked. He reached into the back seat and pulled out a package. "I want you to put this top on. It's warm today and you'll be cooler in this than in the button up top you have on now. Change into it now for me." Katie opened the bag and retrieved a cute white cotton top. It was sleeveless with delicate white embroidery. She slipped the button up off and pulled the new one over her head. It fit tight to her body, revealing her near perfect shape. "Now take your bra off. I want those breasts of yours to stay cool as well," he said mockingly." Katie hesitated, and shook her head in defiance. She never went out without a bra. It was not who she was, especially wearing a top such as she had on now. Her breasts were too revealing to leave unsupported. "Katie?" He said again as she made no move to do what he had asked. "I don't want to. People will stare. The fabric is too thin." "Katie, I won't embarrass you. I promise. Its summertime and lots of people will be dressed like this. Now please take off your bra and hand it to me. You can put it back on later." "Don't make me regret this Ken." "I won't. I promise." "I'm holding you to it." With that, Katie slipped her bra off from under her top and handed it to her master. He stuffed the bra into her purse and closed it. He felt her breasts through her top. "I like the look sub. You look inviting indeed." Her breasts hung free and moved easily when she moved. She looked so sexy. Her body was indeed fabulous and he loved the look of the two of them matching; now both dressed in white tops and blue jeans. As they walked into town, her cleavage revealed her ample breasts and their shape and size were evident to all. Ken loved the look. "Now let's go walk around and just enjoy the afternoon here." The two of them walked from shop to shop, not looking for anything particular. They strolled along the busy streets filled with tourists wanting to enjoy a day out in the country. Katie became more at ease with her appearance even though her nipples could be easily seen through the thin cotton fabric. People sometimes stared, not particularly at her breasts but at her beauty. She was indeed stunning for a woman in her 50's. At 5'4" and 120 pounds, her body was that of a 30 year old. Her breasts were beautifully formed, her hips slender, her hair blonde and her countenance just stunning. Her smile would light up the room and she was indeed enjoying herself out with her husband/master. Katie's eye caught the sign of The Sub Shop across the road and pointed it out to him. "Master," she said half mockingly, "does that store appeal to you? I don't think it's an Italian deli, if you know what I mean." "Let's check it out," he said not noticing the demeaning way she addressed him, "maybe we can find you something nice to wear for this evening." Katie frowned at his remark knowing that she would never be comfortable in anything found in a BDSM store with him as her master. They waited for the traffic to pass and walked into the store hand-in-hand. Inside was an entirely different world. Black was the color of choice and leather and steel seemed to be the primary fabrics used to construct the costumes, outfits, and toys on display. The store was filled with bondage gear, mistress and master clothing as well as items for their respective subs. Ken wandered aimlessly with his sub up and down each isle. They enjoyed their time browsing, commenting on the various items they saw that attracted their eye. The sexy mistress outfits really caught both of their attention with the thigh-high leather boots and sexy leather tops. Ken suggested that maybe she should wear an outfit such as one of those to dinner. Katie smiled mischievously, but declined to answer. They indeed did catch her eye and she half wanted him to pursue his desire, but played her role as his sub and remained silent, letting him lead as he wished. They moseyed though the entire store and left without purchasing anything. As they walked down the street, Katie spoke up, "Master, do you mind if I run back and pick up something? It's just something small and personal, nothing big." "Sure, I'll wait here. Take your time." Katie went back inside, found what she was looking for and slipped it into her purse. As she checked out she started up a conversation with the woman behind the register and talked at length. Eventually she left and found her husband where she had left him. "You were in there for quite some time. Did you get what you wanted?" "Yes I did. I just picked up something small and spent some time talking to one of the girls in there. That is quite the place. It's like no other store that I've ever been to." "Well, maybe we'll have to go back there sometime and get you something." "Maybe we will. Maybe we will," she said to herself. "C'mon, let's see if we can find you something nice to wear for dinner that isn't made out of leather. I have reservations for us at a restaurant that is supposed to be a great place to eat. It's within walking distance but is on the edge of town, over that way, I think." He pointed over to the encroaching mountain that seemed to butt up against the busy town off to the west. "Sounds like fun to me. You know there were some pretty dresses in that shop across the street. Maybe we should look there." The two of them shopped for some time until they found a sexy dress that Katie just loved. It was a sleeveless black dress, short and form fitting and looked stunning on his wife. She picked out a pair of black, four-inch heels to complete her outfit. Ken pulled her black lace bra out of her purse and gave it back to her to wear. She thanked him then walked into the dressing room again to put it on. When she returned they headed to the edge of town in time for their dinner reservation. The Iris Inn was but a ten minute walk down a side street. It was a quaint restaurant that was situated at the bottom of a forest glen with a beautiful view of the Upper Falls just a short distance away. The décor was elegant, with indirect lights and candles at each table. Tables were spaced far enough apart that you felt like you could carry on a conversation without everyone listening in and the food was first class according to the reviews that he had read online. The Cabin Ch. 02 The hostess seated the two of them and a bottle of wine was ordered. Katie was about to excuse herself to the women's room when Ken handed her something. "While you are tending to your necessaries my lady, make sure you put this inside that sweet pussy of yours. Don't worry; it's large enough that it won't slip out." Katie looked shocked as she knew exactly what he was giving her. But before she could speak her mind, Ken whispered, "I told you earlier that you could trust me and I will not break that trust. Now go do as I have asked. Please?" "Yes, Master," was all she said as she slipped the lavender color egg into her purse and left. A few minutes later she returned. As Katie neared the table she could feel a subtle vibration from the egg that she had inside her. The sensation was pleasurable and heightened as she drew closer to her master and seated herself. "This does feel nice Master." "I told you it would." "Where did you get it?" "At the local toy store on the edge of town, the one on High Street." "Mmmm. This is feeling really nice." Katie started to squirm just a bit in her chair as the vibration stimulated her G-spot. "You want more? All you need to do is ask." "You're the Master. I am under your control," Katie teased. Yes you are," and with that comment, Ken turned the vibration up to a higher level. He grinned as he watched his beautiful wife bite her tongue and inhale deeply as the egg worked its magic. Knowing how hard it was for her to concentrate on anything but the sensation of the egg inside her he asked, "What will you be ordering tonight my sub?" Katie smiled as she struggled to focus on the various menu items to choose from. He continued to slowly raise and lower the intensity of the egg making it nearly impossible for her to sit still. As he played with the controls he watched the look on her face slowly change from one who was composed to that of a woman that wanted nothing more than to be fucked each time he intensified the stimulation within. By the time the waiter had arrived she was on the verge of an orgasm. As he told them about the menu specialties and wines Ken turned the intensity up to its highest level. Katie let out a little shriek and stiffened trying to compose herself. The waiter asked if she was ok, and she just nodded. "I think I just need more water, can you get that for me after we place our order with you?" "Yes ma'am. I will do that for you. Are you sure you are ok?" He asked once more. "She'll be fine," Ken interrupted, "she just gets excited and out of control at times. Isn't that right Katie?" "Yes Master," she said without thinking. The waiter just starred at the two of them not knowing how to respond. Their eyes met his before he awkwardly left for the kitchen with their order in hand. Ken broke out laughing but Katie was in no mood to laugh. She was about to cum and began pleading with him to turn the intensity down. "You are going to make me cum in just a minute if you don't turn that off," she hissed Ken just looked at her with a blank stare, but Katie snapped back, "Turn that damn thing down now!" Surprised at her response he handed her the control and Katie shut the egg off. She sighed in relief and then apologized for her outburst, trying to justify it by the urgency of her oncoming orgasm. Ken felt ashamed and apologized for not being sensitive to her in such a public setting. "Here, you can play with my pussy from across the table," Katie said as she handed him the controls. "You know how much I like you making me feel good in this way but I need you to be more careful as to how close you bring me to an orgasm. Remember, you promised that you wouldn't embarrass me." "Yes Mist.... yes Katie," Ken stuttered. "I'll be more careful." "What did you call me?" "I called you Katie. Why?" "OK, I must have misheard you." For the remainder of their dinner Ken raised and lowered the intensity of the vibration, but never brought her quite as close as he did earlier. Throughout the dinner he leaned across the table to watch her expression change as he played with the intensity. She did her best to meet his stare each time but as the egg worked its magic she but would eventually succumb to the waves of pleasure it brought to her and begin to pant with pleasure. She felt like such a slut each time he brought her close and it seemed with each successive wave her desire for sex intensified. Oh how she wished they were alone so he could fuck her senseless. He was making her so horny and he seemed to know just how much she could take before her posture and appearance attracted the attention of others. But the two of them enjoyed their time at the Inn, chatting and playing for almost two hours. The wine and food was every bit as good as the reviews indicated and the bottle of White Zin relaxed them both. By the time they were ready to leave, they were both feeling the buzz of the alcohol. Katie's seat was soaking wet too. As they walked out the door and said goodbye to the hostess, she was ready for more. "Let's walk over to the falls, the water sounds so beautiful," Katie said as the started back toward the car. "It's dark girl, we won't be able to see anything." "That's ok. We can just sit on a bench and listen to the water. They looked beautiful from the table. Can we?" "Of course we can, but you should have mentioned you wanted to do this and we could have left earlier and gotten here while it was still light." They made their way over to the base of the forty foot falls and sat on a bench close to the rivers' edge. The roar of the falls became deafening as they neared and the mist it created felt cool on in the warm evening air. Ken turned the vibration of the egg up to a moderate setting as Katie snuggled in next to him. "Mmmm. This feels so nice. You sure know how to treat a woman." "I thought it was me that was the one being treated?" "Well you are, but I'm enjoying it too. Is that ok with you?" "Yes it is. In fact I think it's time for you to get what you've been wanting for the past few hours." "Whatever you want." she said pulling him tight to her. Inside she wanted him to let her cum but she refused to ask just hoping he would. "You know I'm yours today." "Yes you are," and with that he pulled her in close and began to passionately kiss her as he raised the intensity one more level. Katie moaned with delight as the egg stimulated her sensitive G-spot and heightened the erotic woman from within. As she neared her orgasm, Ken reduced the intensity. As her frustration level increased, he raised it once more and she responded by kissing and pawing at him ravenously. He did this several more times before shutting the egg off all together. "What are you doing Ken? Please don't do this. Let me cum. I'm begging you. I need to cum. Oh my god; please don't leave me feeling this way, please?" He ignored her pleas for release and held out his hand, "the egg." "Please master. Don't do this." "Give me the egg," he whispered once more. Katie apprehensively obliged, reaching up inside her panties and fished the egg out from her pussy. "I hate you for doing this to me," she said seriously. Ignoring her remark he held out his hand, "Your panties now." "What?" "Take them off. I want them. Take them off now." Katie shifted her hips from side to side and slipped out of them, handing them to him. He put them in her purse and stood. "Now let's walk back to the car." Katie stood, pouting but obeying as they walked down the sidewalk away from the falls. But she was pissed and her body language was one of defiance. She walked stiffly and refused to make eye contact or hold his hand and Ken could tell she was not pleased with his action. She couldn't believe that he left her wanting, unable to cum. She had expected him to let the egg finally bring her the release that she wanted to desperately and couldn't believe he'd act so cruelly, denying her the pleasure she deserved. As they walked in silence, the path descended several steps as the bank between them and the river retreated. Walking almost parallel to the level the water level, Ken noticed a small footpath that back-tracked along the water's edge. C'mon, let's see where this goes," he said spontaneously grabbing her hand. She rolled her eyes at his suggestion but complied. They stepped off the concrete walk and moved down along the dirt and rocky path. The rocks were slippery and Katie had to negotiate them in heels that were not suited for where he was taking her. After several near spills she slipped her heels off and walked more comfortably barefoot behind him. The path wound its way along the water tat flowed to their left. The river bank rose steeply to their right and as they neared the falls, the bank rose high above them. They were alone in the darkness and as they approached the falls, the mist soaked them. Katie loved the feel of the water and the sound of water's power is it plunged into the river. She soon forgot about everything and absorbed herself in the mist and spray that soon soaked her body. They were just a few feet from the thunder of the falls when Ken noticed the flat rock that jutted out between the falling water and the cliff wall behind. "Look, let's get back there," he said pointing to the narrow flat spot before them. Katie, now completely drenched, followed him. Once behind the thundering water, he stood behind her and held her body tight against his. This was so cool. They were standing on a four foot flat rock ledge with the water before them and the cliff wall behind. And she felt wonderful in his arms. She turned and kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down to her waiting lips. "I'm sorry I snapped at you again Ken. Being here makes up for all that you did." Her shoes and purse fell from her hands onto the rocky slab as she kissed him softly. He responded to her attention as he always did. Soon their hands were all over one another as their passion for one another intensified. The two of them were invisible to the world in the darkness that surrounded them. Although they were outside they both felt very much alone and secure. Katie started to unbutton her master's shirt as she shouted above the roar of the falls behind her, "Fuck me! Fuck me now!" If others were nearby they probably would have heard her yelling but she didn't care. All she wanted was to make love with her master, her husband, her sub. She undid the last button on his shirt and began tugging at his belt as he pulled his shirt off, tossing it next to her heels and purse. She knelt and helped him out of his jeans and shoes and then took his cock in his mouth. The warmth of her mouth contrasted the cold mist that hit his body. She felt wonderful there and he instinctively grabbed her head keeping her close as she sucked him. Ken pulled her to her feet, unzipped her dress and pulled it down off her shoulders. She pulled it off her hips and let it fall to the ground. Jumping into his arms she wrapped her legs around him holding him tight. He grabbed her ass supporting her and then with one hand moved his cock to the entrance to her pussy. Katie felt him and moved her pussy so that it slid in easily. She rocked her hips on his warm cock until it seated itself completely inside. The sight was one only thought of in stories. A man and a woman, naked behind the roar of a beautiful waterfall; bodies shimmering in the dim light of the moon; hair soaked, muscles tensed; both lost in the moment feeling nothing but their love – their lust - for one another. Katie held on to the muscular arms of her master and squeezed her legs tight around his waist. He held her body allowing her to relax her arms around his neck although she kept hold of his shoulders. She leaned back to look at him. His expression was one of want. She felt so good. This was so erotic. The whole scene was totally unexpected yet, it was what he had hoped, had dreamed. Yet never in his wildest expectation did he ever think that he would stumble on to this perfect place with Katie. It just happened. "Don't stop, you feel so good," she said as her relished in his every movement. Katie lost herself in his passion for her. She loved feeling his strength as he held her. His hard shaft pumped in and out of her pussy as he rocked her hips. His muscled body shone in the glimmer of light that penetrated the falls. This was perfect; the water, the wetness, the solitude, the seclusion, the sex. Her eyes never left his. She loved watching him when he got like this – totally uninhibited and wanting nothing more than to cum inside her. "I won't girl," he said in response to her request to continue, "You feel so good." "So do you." "You love this don't you?" He grunted as he spun her around pinning her against the smooth rock wall of the cliff. "Hmm, hmm. I do." She looked beyond him at the dark shimmer of the water just a few feet from her cascading down to the river before them. It was their curtain, their door to seclusion from the outside world. Katie's moans intensified and she closed her eyes and pulled herself tight against his chest. He pushed her tight against the rock wall. Her legs released their grip on him and she stood pinned between the rock and him. He pulled her arms overhead stretching her body taut as he kept fucking her. This was her favorite of all positions, and to be pinned like this in the rain of the falls was beyond compare. It was everything she could ever imagine – so erotic in her mind. "Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me," she kept saying as he buried his cock in her repeatedly. He leaned in against her and she sucked on his neck as assaulted her body. "Make me cum. Don't stop. Cum with me!" She ordered. "I'm ... about to .... , Katie," he grunted as his thrusts became more forceful. The two of them squeezed each other as tight as they could as they climaxed together; she crying out in ecstasy, he grunting as he exploded within her. He released his grip on her arms and they immediately intertwined their bodies; remaining motionless for the moment, just holding one another in the dark wetness of the rock room. "I love you, Katie." "I know you do. I love you Ken," she said reaching up and kissing him once again. Her kisses were tender now; not kisses of craze, but kisses of love and commitment and affection for the man that held her close. She began to shiver even though he held her tight, not realizing how cold she really was. "C'mon, let's get out of her and get back to the car and get you warm," he said holding her tight. He grabbed all of their belongings and took her hand. Naked they walked out from behind the falls and onto the riverside path. They were still hidden from others that might be above but now needed to be quiet as their voices could be more easily heard. The two of them tip-toed away from the falls and when out of the majority of the mist, stopped, rung the water out of their clothes and put them on. They were soaking wet as they walked along the dark path emerging from the river bank and made their way back to the sidewalk. Their hair was a mess and they were both still shivering. Walking arm in arm, trying to stay warm, they headed back to the car passing now through mostly quiet walks and side streets. Katie's dress dried quickly in the night air although Ken's jeans and shirts remained soaked. Once at the car Ken embraced his beautiful wife and pinned her against the passenger side door. Her eyes caught him and held his returning stare once more. Her eyes conveyed that same thought that he saw not an hour ago at the waterfall. He knew that look and seemed unable to not do what everything in his body wanted. He smiled and kissed her as his hand moved instinctively down her body to her pussy. "You are indeed beautiful and you make me want you so much, Katie." "Mmm, Mmm." He knelt before her, lifted her dress and began to eat his subs' pussy. Katie let her head fall back against the car and focus on his warm tongue lapping at her cool pussy. She spread her legs wider giving him better access to her cunt and breathed a sigh of joy. For the next several minutes he licked and sucked on her swollen clit, pressing his face firmly into her cunt making sure she could feel the closeness of him between her legs. He continued to tend to her as her muscles slowly tightened and her breathing deepened. He felt her hands dig uncaringly into his hair, pulling him deeper into her as she came and uttered a loud sigh of relief. As her orgasm subsided, he continued to lick her more gently now, knowing her clit and labia were sensitive to his tongue. Gradually he stopped licking and just kissed her pussy softly. Katie's grip on his hair eased and eventually she crossed her hands over her breasts and relaxed. Ken stood before her, wiping his face of her juices and kissed her tender lips once again. As he helped her in the car, he said, "You are such a good sub Katie. You never cease to amaze me." "Is that so?" "Yes it is. You are incredible." "Yes I am, aren't I?" He closed the door as she seated herself and walked around to the other side. Before getting in, he stripped out of his wet clothing and sat naked next to her. They began the long drive home to the cabin. Katie tended to his cock periodically, stroking it, caressing his balls and leaning over to suck him every now and then. She didn't try to make him cum but just enjoyed his cock and let him know how happy she was to serve as his sub. They arrived home late but both still very much aroused. Ken fixed the two of them another glass of wine as they made their way back to the bedroom. They showered, dried themselves and sipped wine as their minds and body's relaxed from a fantastic day of sex and spending time together. They sat in the living room snuggled up on the sofa. The music played softly in the distance and nothing but the dim light of a candle lit the room. They held one another closely, not saying much but thinking lots. They both reflected on the day that was and as the time got late they made their way to the bedroom to rest. They kissed for a while before Katie turned away from him as she always did each night. Ken snuggled in behind her, one arm under her head, and the other wrapping around her body and gently clutching her breasts. It was their unspoken routine and every morning they would awake in that same position cuddled one against the other. Ken began to drift off to sleep but was awakened to his wife talking. "Ken, can I ask you a question?" he heard almost in his dreams. "Yes Katie, what is it?" He mumbled slowly realizing it was her speaking to him. "Did you really enjoy your day and evening with me?" "Katie!" he said quite shocked at her question, "do you even have to ask? You know I did. Absolutely. It was a perfect day." "Are you sure?" "Yes. I'm sure. Why do you ask?" "Because I think you made this a day to please me rather than you. Is that true?" Ken paused for a moment and pulled her tight to himself. "We did things that I liked, Katie." "But did you do things that you would have chosen or were you thinking about my likes the entire time?" "I did things that I liked." "Like what?" she pressed. "Like the egg." "But you know how much I love my pussy stimulated. I think you gave me that egg because you knew that didn't you?" "No, I did it because I wanted to have fun with you. And yes, I knew that you'd love it too." "What else?" "Like your outfit." "You mean my dress? You let me pick that out and it was perfect. I loved it." "No, not the dress - the white top and going braless." The Cabin Ch. 02 "OK, I agree. I wasn't a big fan of that, but the wall at the falls. You know how much I love it when you fuck me like that. You did that for me didn't you," she said rolling over to face him. "It just happened, Katie", he said defending himself. "But you did it too, because you know that I love it, didn't you?" "Maybe I did, but it was nice for me too, you know." "And the waterfalls. You know how much I love to have sex in the rain. You had this all planned didn't you?" "Honestly Katie, I didn't. I've never been there before and when we walked down that path, I happened to see the footpath next to the river." "Yes, that's my point," she pressed. "When you saw that path, you knew where it would lead. We were only 100 yards or so from the falls and that path was only going to one place." "True, but I didn't know it would go all the way to the falls." Katie wanted him to admit his underlying desire and kept at it, "but you knew that when we walked down there, you wanted to make love to me as close to the waterfall as you could. Didn't you?" "Yes I did. I wanted to fix what I broke by not letting you cum when I asked for the egg back." "So you did that to please me then, didn't you" "Yes." "I knew it." "And that was bad, Katie? You mean you didn't like it?" "No, not at all. I loved it. It was the best. But I knew when we stepped off that sidewalk what your intentions were." "Well, then you knew it before I did then." "Really? I think you wanted to make love to me as soon as you noticed how pissed I was." He started to speak, but then said nothing. "See. You know I'm right about this." "Yes you are. I don't like you pissed at me. I hate it in fact. But I did things that I wanted to do too." "So this day was about me then wasn't it? You admit to doing all of this to please me and make me happy. And when you failed you went out of your way to try to repair the damage didn't you?" "Yes," he said almost in a whisper. "Let's not end this night with an argument. You're getting me stressed." "I don't want to get you stressed. I'm just asking because I want to know what's going on inside your head." She paused and put her hand on his cheek. "So answer me this one question and be honest. OK? .... So am I right when I say that you spent most of the day pleasing me, even if it was your day to be the Master?" "Maybe." "I thought so." "Was that ok?" Katie beamed a smile that was hidden from him in the darkness. "Yes Ken that was ok. It was really nice in fact." "Good. I'm glad you approved." "Is that what you were seeking, my approval?" She said surprised at his response. "I think I even heard you start to call me 'Mistress' too didn't you?" Ken remained silent for a long time. Katie reached back and flipped the night light on so she could see him and then looked penetratingly into his eyes. Ken couldn't hold her stare and looked away, kissing her on the forehead. She rephrased her thought, "You were you seeking my approval all day weren't you?" "Hmm hmm," he answered bashfully. "And you did call me mistress didn't you?" "Hmm hmm." "So this day was all about me, wasn't it?" "Yes it was. Isn't that ok?" "Of course it is. I just didn't realize at first that this was your intention. You could have had anything you wanted today but you chose to please me instead. Why?" "Because it makes me happy when I do. I don't know why. It just does." She could hear the puzzlement in his voice as he spoke. "Maybe it's because of what we did on Friday. Maybe you learned something about yourself that you are still coming to grips with." "I don't know. Maybe. Maybe not." "Ken, I love you. Don't be ashamed of what you did or why you did it. Today was perfect," she paused. "It was perfect for me and it was perfect for you. This whole weekend has been perfect," she said smiling coyly. "Let's talk more about this tomorrow. I'm tired." She turned the light off and turned away again not concerned if he wanted to talk more about this or not. She reached back and pulled his arm around her. They both lay still for what seemed like a long time. Ken was glad she wanted to sleep. He didn't want to talk anymore. He felt like she opened a door inside him he didn't want her to open, a door that he wasn't really sure even existed inside. The talk was awkward. He didn't want to go where she was going but in a way he was glad she did. He held her tight, clutching her breasts in his hand. Finally she broke the silence and said, "I'm really glad you were honest with me tonight." "I was." "I could tell." "And I'm glad you really wanted to please me. It makes me feel so good inside." "Thank you. It makes me feel good inside too." "You know, this is good. This is really good. We make a great team – just you and me. I love you." "I love you too Katie." They lay there silently again; their eyes open but each not knowing whether the other was awake or asleep. She kept her hand on his holding him tight. "Kenny," she spoke, breaking the silence" "Yes." "Would you lick my pussy?" "Sure, if that's what you want, Katie." "That's what I want. I want you to lick it nice and slow though. You know, just every now and then and really, really gently. Like lick it but try to let me fall asleep to your licking." "I know what you mean. I'd love to do that for you." "Thank you. I knew you would." "Lie on your back and spread your legs. I'll crawl down there and make you feel real good." He started to move but she held his arm when he tried to pull away. "No, I want to stay right here tonight." I want you to crawl down between my legs while I lay here. Put your head right where my pillow is between my legs. You'll feel so nice." "You mean in a 69?" "No, like in a reverse 69. Would you do that for me? It will make me so happy, and your body will be snuggled right behind me where I want you." "Yes, I will do that for you mistress." Without a word Ken repositioned himself as Katie has asked and found his place between her legs. He just lay there quietly for some time and inhaled the scent of her pussy. Then he did what he was told; gently kissing and licking her. This was different however. She had never asked him to eat her from this position. And now he was pinned and unable to move due to her legs clamping him in place. Katie cooed a few times and touched his head affectionately as she began to dose. Ken continued to lick her, his nose tight against her clit. Her juices seeped quietly onto his waiting lips. He smiled inside knowing that his attention pleased her. After several minutes he could hear her breathing deepen and feel her body slowly relax. He didn't want to wake her so he just closed his eyes as well and fell asleep where he lay. Katie awoke a few hours later when as his tongue tickled her clit. She knew he was asleep as she could hear him breathing deeply. His touch had awakened her for the moment. She started to lift her leg off of him but then thought better. She liked him here. "I love you my sub," she whispered to herself. "You are mine," she said satisfied. "You are all mine." Touching his head softly she drifted off to sleep again. The Cabin Ch. 02 Sleep overtook her and she drifted off, watching the firelight dancing on the ceiling. In the other room he lay as if poll-axed, snoring gently almost in tune with the wind in the trees outside. Bang! She was jolted awake by a noise, which penetrated the mists of her slumber. Bang! The wall next to her shuddered, and one of her grandfather's books fell to the floor. It was a scraping noise against the roof that frightened her, until she reasoned that a branch must have come down from the old blue gum behind the cabin. She got up and pulled aside the curtain, walking quickly across the main room past the sleeping form on the rug before the fire, which had burnt down to a pile of embers in the grate. Beside the front door there was always a pair of dusty rubber boots. She climbed into them, and pulled the old overcoat around her shoulders before opening the door and stepping out into the night. As soon as she was on the verandah, wind gripped her with strong fingers and whipped her hair around her face. There were particles of ice in the air and they quickly gathered on her eyelashes and melted on her cheeks. Buffeted, she retrieved a flashlight from a pocket of the coat and switched it on. The beam of light caught the tiny flecks of snow on the wind, and she stepped carefully down the broad stairs to the ground. The wind tugged at her coat, sending icy tendrils around her legs and raising goosebumps on her arms. She found the branch that had woken her, tangled in the guttering of the roof and scratching against the weatherboards outside her bedroom. She pulled on the branch, but it was stuck fast. Another heave, and the branch came down with part of the guttering attached. Shit! That was another job to be done when the weather cleared. Muttering, she made her way back to the front of the house, climbed the slippery stairs and lets herself in. Once inside everything seemed quieter. She shrugged out of the coat and slipped her feet free of the heavy boots. The room was dark and cool, and she tiptoed past the man on the floor and made her way towards her bed. She was about to climb in, when a noise stopped her. The man on the floor moaned in his sleep. She moved closer to him, and realised he was shaking with cold under the thin blanket. She felt unable to return to a warm bed and leave them there, but what could she do? The man was a stranger. But, he had seemed so nice and had not intruded upon her privacy thus far. She felt they were perhaps connected in some manner - two people alone and isolated in the storm. Before she could think more on the matter, she bent down and gently shook his shoulder. He stirred and moaned again. She shook a little harder and he turned his head. Dark eyes searched her face. 'You're freezing here' she said, 'I can't sleep knowing that'. He looked at her questioningly but said nothing. 'Come through' she said, 'There's room for us both under the covers. I realise I hardly know you, but I can't leave you here'. 'If you say so,' he mumbled, still half asleep. At her insistence he climbed to his feet, pulling the blanket around his shoulders, and allowed himself to be led through the curtain. She climbed into the large bed and moved over to the side against the wall, pulling back the cover and smoothing the sheet where he would lie. The bed creaked as he lowered himself on to it, and lay down. She drew the cover up to his chin, and lay back herself. She was very conscious of his presence, the closeness of his body and the sound of his breathing. When he moved the mattress shifted beneath her and they almost rolled together in the middle. 'Well goodnight then' she said, and turned away towards the wall, heart racing and every part of the body as wide awake as it could be. 'Sweet dreams' he said softly, and seemed to drift away into the night as his breathing became deep and even. Who knows how long she lay there listening to the wind outside, and her heart pounding in her ears. She could smell his body and his hair - a pleasant earthy smell of sweat and dust. And something more. Musky and dark. The covers quickly warmed them, but the mattress had seen better days, and gravity - or was it something else - seemed to be pulling her towards the energy she could feel emanating from his body. He seemed to be deep in sleep. She rolled over and turned to face him, although the room was dark and she could barely make the outline of his shoulder. As if of its own volition, her hand crept across the sheet until her fingers touched his skin. She felt the hairs on his arm underneath her fingertips, and below the skin his muscles and sinews. Her hand shook as she gently felt her way along his forearm, gliding over the surface of his body, fluttering as she reached the round hard muscle of his shoulder. She told herself that was enough, and she should pull back before he woke, but her heart throbbed in her chest and her head was light and dizzy. Almost in a dream, her fingertips moved across his collarbone and down onto the plane of his chest. Here, his hair grew thicker towards the centre above his singlet, and her fingers traced the hem around towards the other shoulder, before encountering his arm, which laid bent so that his palm rested against his cheek. The voice inside her head said, 'Stop, enough', but still her hand moved, downward across his hard muscled stomach. 'No' said the voice, but as if drawn by a magnet her fingers dipped below his belly and spread across his hip. Suddenly, he moved, shuddered through the length of his body and a breath escaped his lips with a sigh. She jerked her hand away, blushing furiously in the dark and feeling like a little girl caught with a hand in the cookie jar. She giggled at the image, briefly remembering her grandfather scolding her for just that situation. 'You're a terror little Miss,' he chided her one day after finding her in the larder, 'if you can't resist temptation, one day you'll find yourself in a pickle'. 'How true' she thought wryly, 'I don't know this man - he could be an axe murderer on the way back from burying his victims!' But it seemed unlikely - he was so warm and there was gentleness in his eyes. She decided to roll over and try to sleep, but as she moved he moaned softly, stretched out his arm and laid it over her hip. She held her breath - she'd spent so much time looking, thinking about and now touching him but it seemed shocking that he would actually touch her. She laid very still, half expecting, half hoping, half fearing his next move. But his hand remained resting on her thigh, and his breathing returned to its low rhythm - he even began to snore little! She couldn't decide whether to be indignant or relieved, but she enjoyed the warm weight of his arm on her body. Time drifted on. The wind still rattled the timbers of the cabin and the temperature continued to drop. He seemed deeply asleep, but she felt restless, hot and flustered. She could feel the warmth from his body radiating across the space between them, and finally decided to push her luck. More boldly than before, she reached across the dark warm space between them, her fingers quickly encountering his chest and sliding across his stomach. She found the gap between his shorts and singlet by the strong curly hairs that escaped from it. She gently pushed her fingers through the tangled forest, and smiled when she encountered the small dried clumps of his earlier eruption. 'I won't go any further, I won't', she muttered to himself, but suddenly her questing hand encountered a solid lump pushing up the material of his bed shorts. 'Oh my...,' she almost moaned as an animal instinct urged her to run her fingers along a surprisingly hard and well proportioned shaft which lay against his belly and jerked in time with his heart beat. The man remained still, his breathing deep and even as her naughty fingers tickled the shape of his manhood through the cloth. She could feel her own arousal building again - a tightness across her breasts and the fullness in her vulva. She realised she was panting like a cat seeing the bird almost between its claws. Her blood thundered in her ears, as her fingertips encountered a moist patch at the tip of his rod. 'Oh my God! look at you, feeling up a complete stranger in the middle of the night in grandpa's old bed - who would have thunk it?' It seemed no one else was having second thoughts - the man still appeared to sleep, but his manhood was obviously pleased with the attention it was getting and wide awake. 'In for a penny...' She sighed and gave in to her desire. Her hand found the opening in his shorts, snaked its way inside and encountered a jungle of coiled hair and body heat. She circled his rod with her fingers, and with some assistance from the other hand, freed it from his clothing. It throbbed rampant against her fingers, and wept slippery tears of desire. She could barely wrap her fist around the column of warm flesh, as it jutted across the mattress towards her. With one hand she stroked his hard cock, with the other she tickled the lips of her vagina through her knickers. In her mind, what little of it was not absorbed by the heat of the organs at her fingertips, she replayed the vision of his penis spraying its creamy salute earlier that evening, and imagined it doing the same inside her own hot tunnel. The sensations, the heat, the visions melded into one. She was slick with juice, both hands coated with a warm fluid of arousal. As she stroked his fleshy organ; the man - still seemingly asleep - began to undulate his hips towards her, his breathing becoming sharper, more urgent. Unconsciously, he was thrusting his shaft between her fingers, pushing through her tight fist as if penetrating another of her bodily orifices. Her own sex was blossoming and dripping like an orchid in a tropical forest, her fingers spreading its petals and stroking its stamen until she wanted to scream. She turned her head and sank her teeth into the pillow, a guttural moan surging in her throat and sweat beading on her brow. Surely he must be awake. How could he be asleep when every nerve in her body was dancing with a wicked heat? Surely he must want her - she felt her mind becoming unhinged, overwhelmed with hot sensations, hot juices and a burning desire for something more. The Cabin Ch. 02 I want to thank Kirk2004 for his invaluable editing. Thank you, Kirk! ~*~*~ Arriving at the cabin, the confrontation continues They were nearly to the cabin and he thought Kit probably wasn't going to find the weekend as enlightening as he would because, before it was over, he was going to find out why she'd been acting so differently the last few months. If isolation and insistence didn't get her to tell him what was wrong, he would do something he had seen Evan or Jack do to Julie or Marcy. If that didn't work, he'd resort to more drastic measures. He saw a lot during the years he used to come to the cabin; something would come to mind. They reached the cabin only moments later. Michael pulled up as close to the front door as possible and stopped the car. He carried in all of the bags before he released the belts from his struggling wife. He carried her to the couch, took off her coat, and wrapped her with the warm down-filled comforter. "Kit, it's only 50 degrees in this cabin. If you try to move off the couch or struggle and the quilt falls off, it stays off and I'll strip you. While it will only take a little while to heat the room after I turn up the thermostat and start a fire, during that time you'll get very cold. I would think twice about trying anything." He went to the door and locked the deadbolt. She wouldn't be able to get out without the key giving him enough time to restraint her if she 'misbehaved'. Michael turned up the thermostat, got wood, and started a fire, and then lit several candles. He put away the groceries and put their bags in the master bedroom. Within the hour the cabin started to warm up and Michael knelt beside Kit. "I'm very proud of you, Kitten. Now I'm going to take off your restraints and pull out that nasty gag. If you continue to be a good girl, you won't have to have them put back on. If you scream no one will hear you, and I'll do nothing until it annoys me and then the gag goes back on. If you try to run, there's no place to go, but if I have to chase you, I'll restrained you again. If I have to restrain you, it won't be comfortable like now. You won't like it. I'm going to take the gag off now. The first thing I want to hear is 'I understand, sir'." Michael took the gag off. He watched Katherine struggled with thoughts of screaming, cussing, and telling him just what she thought of him and with merely saying yes sir. Wise woman that she was and knowing he had the advantage until she was unrestrained; she lost the battle raging within and said, "I understand, sir". Michael smiled knowing it cost her to answer as ordered. He would have to keep an eye on her. He released her ankles and wrists rubbing each to ease the soreness then asked, "Are you hungry, pet." Again she fought the battle and then answered with mock meekness, "Yes, sir." "Come then. We'll warm up the spaghetti and bread I got from Pasqualie's and make a salad. I got some of that wine you like." All during food preparation and eating, Michael could hardly restrain a chuckle watching Kit plot and plan and struggle to maintain a meek, sub attitude. "You've done well Kit. I didn't expect you to last this long. It was a joy to get through a meal and not have you act like a shrew." Of course this brought a scowl to Kit's face, but she stopped herself just in time from unleashing a bevy of profanities. "Let's clear the table. The dishes can wait until tomorrow." It only took a few minutes to accomplish the task. Michael took Kit's hand and led her to the couch where he sat down pulling her down beside him. Then immediately deciding that wasn't good enough, Michael easily lifted her to his lap and turned her into him. "Ah, this is better. It's been forever since we've snuggled this way. I didn't realize how much I missed it, Kitten. Now don't spoil the moment by telling me not to call you Kitten. Since I'm in such a good mood you can ask me any questions you have, and I'm sure you have questions, before I start grilling you. I reserve the right not to answer the ones I deem inappropriate. Okay, Kit, here's your chance. Ask away. It may be the only time I give you this opportunity. Use it wisely." Michael could feel Katherine's continuing indecision and the raging battle to fight, but she fought her rage and found enough control to ask questions. "Where are we?" "The Cabin, mom use to call it. I inherited this cabin along with my brother from our father. When Evan died I became sole owner." "But where are we?" "Sorry Kit, I'm not ready to tell you precisely where this cabin is located. Let it be enough to know that we are still in California." "How come you never told me about this place?" "I didn't think I would ever come here again after Evan died and have been thinking about selling it for a long time." "It's...it's.... Why sell it?" Maybe it was the wine that mellowed her and temporary dulled the humiliation she suffered at being tied up. Whatever it was, she had calmed down. "It's what, Kit?" "It's beautiful." Michael looked around. He had forgotten how beautiful it was. He was going to sell it because of its history. "Yes, it is, isn't it? I had forgotten how beautiful it is up here." "Why sell it?" "It has some good memories, but it has some bad ones too. My mother hates the place. I think my father use to. . . . Well, anyway. My brother was killed on his way here only a few miles down the road. Mom says it was the evil that was done here that caused his death." "Evil? What kind of evil?" "Later in the weekend I'll tell you more about that, next question." She thought about how he had brought her here and after a slight hesitation Kit continued, "How long are you going to keep me here?" "As long as it takes." "What do you mean by that?" The seditious Kit was back. "Exactly what I said. As long as it takes." "Takes for what?" she hissed. "Until you tell me what's wrong, and why you've been acting so strangely, so differently for months." "I haven't been acting like anything. You're—" Before she could finish, Michael grabbed her wrists and pushed her far enough away from his chest to look directly into her eyes. "You know exactly what I'm talking about. If we have to stay here for a month of Sundays, we'll stay. I'm not leaving here without answers. What the hell is going on Kit? We haven't sat like this cuddled up in front of a fireplace in forever. We used to do it all the time. You almost never let me touch you. We could hardly keep our hands off one another until a few months ago. What happened? What changed?" "I don't know what you're talking about," Katherine huffed out trying to pull her wrists from his hands. "Goddamn it, you do too! What happened?" "I don't—" Michael didn't let her finish. His mouth covered hers in an angry kiss. When she started to fight him, he pinned her down and tore her blouse open, pushed her bra over her breast and took her nipple in his mouth. He fought her clothes until they were a shredded heap on the floor. Screaming she tried to stop him as he pushed down his own pants and plunged into her when he felt how wet she was. "Stop. Don't." Even Katherine's sobs didn't faze him, at first, but the tears on her cheeks brought him back under control, and he became a bit gentler as he slowly rocked against her. He cupped her face and whispered to her. "Tell me Katherine. Tell me goddamn it." He didn't know who was more surprised when she started responding to him. Her arms pulled him down into a kiss. Her hands stopped pushing and started kneading his back. When he felt her climax, he let himself go. When he could, he moved them so they were side-by-side and pulled the comforter around them and pulled her tighter into his arms. "Tell me, Katherine." She only cried. After a while they fell asleep not making it to the bedroom. In the middle of the night Michael woke to the discomfort of something wrapped around his legs and a roughness across his hips and pressing into his groin. Then he remembered he had taken Katherine so quickly that he hadn't taken his pants completely off and now they were trying to strangle him. Kit was still pressed securely against his chest. She was exhausted. He gently eased himself away from her and managed to get off the couch without waking her. Holding his pants up he walked into the master bedroom and turned on the electric blanket to take the chill out of the sheets. Then he took off his pants and made use of the bathroom. After checking to make sure that all the candles were extinguished, he closed the fireplace doors, pulled down the covers on the bed and walked back to his sleeping beauty. It had been months, Michael thought, since he had gazed at Kit this way. Her beautiful auburn hair cascaded around her face and shoulders. Her pouty mouth slightly swollen from his kisses was relaxed in sleep. For the first time in months, she looked almost peaceful. He wrapped the comforter around her and ever so gently picked her up. Her head snuggled in the curve of his shoulder. He turned and headed towards the bedroom. About half way there, Kit, in a groggy sleep, put her arm around his neck, lifted her head slightly, kissed him and whispered 'I love you'. The act surprised Michael so much he completely stopped and stood still for minute. Then he realized she was still asleep. He eased her into bed and crawled in behind her turning off the blanket as he pulled the covers over them. He snuggled Kit against him again and fell back to sleep. ~*~*~ Kit woke to the smell of coffee. A shaft of light was just beginning to filter through the French doors. The sun, a bright red haze, was just starting its climb over the mountains. Michael watched her try to remember where she was and how she got there when she suddenly stiffened. He quickly slid his arm over her naked body and pressed her on her back, sliding between her legs so fast she didn't have time to react. "No you don't, love. Last night was fun but much too fast." Michael started to rock against her pelvis. His hands found her breasts and started playing with her nipples. His mouth covered hers. She tried to push him away but only succeeded in turning her head. He just went for her neck. "Stop it. Stop it! Don't. I don't want to." She tried to struggle but this just increased the pressure on her hips. "I want to," he whispered as he ignored both her cries to stop and the struggles to unseat him. Slowly and gently he continued caressing her. As he hoped, she began to respond to him. He slipped his left hand under her right leg, pulling it up enough to cause his cock to press harder against her clitoris. He brought her to her first orgasm just by the continued rocking of his groin against hers and his fingers and mouth on her breasts. She barely recovered from the first orgasm, when he franticly kissed down her body and took her with his mouth. In his need to bring her to multiple orgasms, he barely noticed the ugly S scar in her pubic hair. When she orgasmed for the second time, he slid back up her body and thrust into her. He covered her mouth with his and both could taste her on his lips. Their moans were muffled in each other's mouth. "Let go, Kitten," Michael whispered. When she climaxed the third time, his control shattered and he climaxed too. When he could breathe evenly again, he threw back the covers and plucked Kit off the bed and headed to bathroom. "Damnit, stop. Let me down. What are you doing?" Her words and struggles fell on deaf ears. He held her wrist while dropping her to her feet so he could turn on the shower. Michael smiled when he saw Kit trying to look around and still maintain the act of trying to get away. "Do you need to go the toilet? I don't think you've been since we got here." He lifted the lid up and pushed her down. He did give her a tad bit more privacy this time by turning away and getting out a couple of big towels and two washcloths. As soon as he heard her wipe, he turned and grabbed her wrist and shoved her into the huge shower. The shower was big, really big, at least five by five with black shiny tile on the walls. A duller black tile with a little rougher texture was on the floor. Michael smiled when he remembered Evan showing him the shower for the first time. 'You don't want to fall and take a chance of hurting a sub or worse yourself. Safety first, my boy!' Yes that was Evan, safety first. Michael had to smile at the memory. On the corner opposite the three showerheads were two very well anchored grab bars, the kind hospitals used to ensure the safety of the patients. They were placed about one and a half foot from the corner on the walls at right angles and about four foot from the floor. Under the bars was a triangle seat. Placed at very interesting intervals were hooks and eyebolts. A sub could be tied in very fascinating ways in that shower. "What are you doing? Get out! Stop. What are you doing?" "I'm getting shampoo for your hair," Michael said as he pushed her under one of the showerheads and lathered her up. He hardly finished with her hair when she felt his hands all over her body coating her with her favorite body soap. "Stop it. I can wash myself." "I know you can, love, but I want to do it. I want my hands all over your body, my body I should say. You and your body belong to me. Mine." "What? I don't belong to you." "Oh, yes you do, my pet. You gave yourself to me three years ago. You wore that lovely white dress and pretty little veil. You looked like a goddess or an angel, my angel. You were so beautiful, so perfect. Remember? And I belong to you. That's the way it works. Something's happened to that, and I want to know what, and you're going to tell me." He turned her around, cupped her sex, and then slowly pulled his hand up until his finger could trace the scar. Katherine went perfectly still. Fear filled her eyes. After a pause Michael continued in the same light voice he had been using but now tempered with a steel undertone. "I assume that this has something to do with the change in you these last couple of months. It looks like it's a couple months old. How did you get it Kit?" "Don't." Katherine tried to push his hand away. It didn't budge. "How'd you get it, Kit?" "It's none of your business." "Everything on your body is my business. It belongs to me, remember." Michael gripped her upper arm and calmly took the detachable nozzle from its holder and sprayed the soap off himself and then off Katherine and pulled her out of the shower. He handed her a towel and took one himself. While she was still shaking from Michael's discovery of the scar, he finished drying, walked to the bedroom, and pulled on a pair of sweatpants and T-shirt. Katherine walked out of the bathroom into the master bedroom and looked around for the suitcase Michael packed for her and started towards it. "Here," Michael said handing her a black gauzy-silk robe. "I'm not wearing that," Katherine hissed at him and turned again to the suitcase. "It's this or nothing at all." Michael grabbed her, pulled her to him, and turned her around to face the French doors. "See that snow. We got four more inches last night. On top of what was already here we have about a foot. It's 18 degrees out. The wind chill makes it about 4 degrees. If it continues to snow each day like it has, I'll have to call the plowing service in town to get us out when we're ready to go home. So put on the robe or nothing. You can't go out in this weather without a death wish. You'll freeze before you find another person. We're secluded here, Kitten. You're at my beck and call. I'm going to make breakfast. If you come out in anything but that robe, I'll tear it off of you and it will end up in shreds like your clothes last night. By the time we're ready to leave you won't have anything to wear and will have to go home naked." With those last comments, Michael turned and headed to the kitchen. Katherine stood in a stupor for at least a minute. She turned and looked out the window. The wind was blowing. The snow glistened and the pine trees swayed. She finally picked up her cosmetic bag, went back to the bathroom, dried her hair and brushed her teeth. She put on no make-up but rubbed on some face cream and body lotion all in a trance-like state. Returning to the bedroom, she looked down at the discarded robe on the floor. She remembered the last time, the only time, she worn the robe. Michael had called her from work saying that he would be late and to eat supper without him. He would be eating with Jamie and one of their clients. She had picked a few things at the mall earlier that day, and saw the robe in one of the little intimate apparel shops nestled between two larger department stores. She bought it. That night when Michael got home, the house was nearly dark. She had taken rose petals and made a trail from the door to the candle-lit bedroom, and, as she knew he would, he followed the fragrant path. When he reached the bedroom, he leaned against the door frame and said 'nice robe'. She was on the bed in a sexy pose and a sexier smile and answered 'I'm glad you like it. I bought it for you'. After pushing off the wall he undressed keeping his eyes focused on her and then slowly peeled the robe off. They used to do things like that all the time, spontaneous things. He brought this robe to remind her of what they use to have. With the memory still lingering in her mind, she picked up the robe and put it on as if under a spell and walked to the dinning area. Unshed tears glistened in her eyes and in a whisper soft voice she spoke. "I'll get cold with only this on." "Come and finish the eggs and I'll start a fire in both the living room and bedroom." Without looking to see if Katherine would follow his orders, Michael picked up an armful of split wood and carried it to the fireplace. A roaring fire followed. He returned and got another load of wood and walked to the bedroom. When he returned, Katherine had everything on the table. "Good girl. It looks delicious. Can you feel the heat? It's getting warmer in here already." They sat down and Michael filled his plate and chattered about nothing in particular, and then commented on her near empty plate. "You need to eat, Kitten. You're going to need your strength if you intend to continue fighting with me, and I want that weight put back on. You're at an unhealthy low right now. Eat." At least she had stopped telling him not to call her Kitten. He scooped up a spoonful of eggs and put two strips of bacon on her plate. As she took a bite, an unwanted tear slid down her cheek. He reached over and brushed it away with his thumb. Finally, in silence she ate what he put on her plate. ~*~*~ Coming soon: Michael tells Katherine about the Cabin The Cabin Ch. 02 Lucia grinned shyly up at Angelo as she licked his cock clean of the residue of his fluids. With a fatherly pat on her cheek, he guided her up out of his lap, and began to redress himself. He took one last lustfully satisfied look at Lucia's naked body as she re-wrapped herself in her blanket, and smiled contentedly as he recalled the earth-shattering orgasm she has just brought him to. "And now that we have had our pleasure, bella, I must attend to business." Angelo announced with a wry grin of disappointment. "I wish that I could spend eternity with you and your luxurious body, but alas, work beckons." Lucia stood in the centre of the room, unsure of what she should do, or where she should go. She wondered if in his mentally addled state, he would leave her alone, giving her the chance to escape. Despite her enjoyment of sucking him off, she was under no false impressions about the likely end this night, and had no intention of going willingly into an early grave. To her disappointment, Angelo went to the door and beckoned, calling for Giovanni. When his lackey arrived, Lucia overheard Angelo giving him quiet instructions. "Gio, lock her up in the bathroom... separate from the boy... be gentle." The last part she caught had a severe finality in his voice. Gio nodded and strode towards Lucia confidently. "Get into the bathroom." he said, his voice a low rumble. Lucia meekly led the way, holding her blanket tightly around her body. She shivered in the slightly chill air, and hoped that she would find a way to escape the bathroom once she was left alone. When she entered the bathroom, she paused at the sink and leaned over, cupping her hands under the water flow to take a drink. She rinsed her mouth, trying to remove at least some of the acrid and salty aftertaste of Angelo's cum from her mouth. Gio looked on with a mocking grin. "I'll bet the old man's cum is pretty potent." he mused. "The old guy probably hasn't cum since 1985! HA!" he guffawed at his own joke. Lucia sincerely doubted that was true, but his cum had been very potent; something she had noticed in a few older men she had sucked over the years; as if their cum became more concentrated over time. She spat one last mouthful of water into the sink, and then moved to sit on the toilet, perching on top of the seat. "That's a good girl, now hold still." Gio commanded, producing several zip ties. With a surprising speed and dexterity, Gio fashioned two sets of shackles, one for her ankles and the other for her wrists, and zipped them into place. So much for escape, Lucia thought to herself. "Fuck, Ang doesn't have bad taste though." Gio said as he manhandled her body in to position to be tied. Lucia quickly realized where this line of thinking was headed, and shot Gio a dagger-like stare. "And if you know what's good for you, you'll keep your hands to yourself. I'm Angelo's property." Lucia announced, hoping to nip his ill intentions in the bud. "Is that so?" Gio demanded. "Oh, well then, I guess I better be careful huh?" With a mocking laugh, Gio suddenly reached out and pulled down the front of her blanket where it covered her chest. "Nice tits hunny." He said with a grin. "Hands. Off!" Lucia exclaimed, near tears. "Listen bitch, you're going to shut your fucking mouth, or I'll stick my fist in it and claim you were trying to escape. Angelo is busy with work, and you're going to do what I fucking tell you." Gio emphasized his statement with a sharp slap across her face, not hard enough to leave more than a pink cheek, but enough to mentally alert her to his violent temper. He began to knead Lucia's large breasts with his hands, as tears rolled down her cheeks in reaction to his slap. She found herself growing hot in the face, dismayed and ashamed at the way she was forced to let him treat her. "That's better." Gio said, standing up in front of her. "Now lets see what Angelo was so weak-kneed about when he came to the door." Without further elaboration, Gio unzipped his pants, and pulled his cock out. Lucia held in a smirk as she saw his slightly less than average size, knowing that angering him at this point wouldn't be wise. He must have caught a glimmer of the thought on her face though, for he suddenly grabbed a handful of her hair at the back of her head, and used it as leverage to pull her head towards his musky member. Lucia gagged slightly at his scent as his hard cock pressed into her face on her left cheek. He had the distinctive odour of testicles that had been sitting in a car and driving all day. Lucia resisted slightly as he tried to guide himself into her mouth, and in response Gio reached down to cup her chin with his other hand. "Open your fucking mouth slut." Gio ordered. Sensing his violence near the surface again, Lucia complied, and found it filled instantly with his short cock. With a pent up aggression that surprised her, Gio immediately began to fuck her face, with gusto. Though he wasn't long enough to gag her, Lucia found it hard to breathe as Gio buried himself to the hilt, her nose plugged by his stomach, and mouth filled with his cock. She opened her mouth and gasped for air as he pummelled her, and the sounds of wet, sloppy, mouth fucking filled the room as a result. "Yeah... take it you fucking bitch. Eat my cock. Big enough to choke your slut throat, eh bitch?" Gio asked rhetorically. Lucia was uncomfortable, but it was far from being the most brutal face-fucking of her life, so she took it all in stride, knowing he wouldn't last long. She knew his type, all anger and swearing, but without the staying power of your truly dominant sexual male. Gio's lack of self confidence was to blame for his behaviour, rather than an honest fetish for control and dominance. Proving her right, he stopped taunting as his breathing became more ragged and desperate. "I'm gonna paint your face, whore." Gio managed to gasp between breaths. Knowing that to protest would be useless, Lucia merely sat still while Gio pulled his cock out of her mouth, still holding her head in place with a grip on her chin. He tilted her face upwards and stroked his cock with his other hand, groaning with finality. At the last second, Lucia closed her eyes as she felt several jets of cum begin to spurt onto her face in distinct strands. The first rope landed from her forehead to her chin by way of her left eye, the next splattered into her hair and forehead. Four more bursts liberally basted her face, landing to cover her nose and right eye as well. She felt the viscous liquid begin to run down her cheeks and onto her shoulders and breasts as Gio gasps and rubbed the head of his cock onto her lips. "Taste it." He commanded. Lucia snaked out her tongue to taste his cock. She was surprised to find that it was much thinner than Angelo's and actually quite sweet. She licked her lips. "Good slut. Clean it all up." Gio ordered, as he began to use his fingers to scoop the cum on her face towards her mouth. Lucia gagged slightly as she swallowed several more mouthfuls, as the cooling consistency of the semen became less palatable. She sat still while Giovanni used a towel to wipe the rest of her face clear, intent more on covering up the evidence of his transgression more than out of sympathy, she didn't doubt. "Thanks." he muttered as he zipped up and left the bathroom, closing the door behind him, and leaving Lucia alone in the dark. To be continued... The Cabin Ch. 03 A new day of adventure for the vacationing Gina. The ride back to the cabin was quiet and content. Snuggled up against Russ, I rested my head against his shoulder as the sun slipped silently lower in the sky. Sighing softly I murmured into his shoulder, "Russ, the day was wonderful, you are amazing and I am content." I felt more than heard his soft chuckle as he answered, "Indeed you are, Gina, I can almost hear you purring like a cat! I'll get you back to the cabin for a long hot bath." "Oh, what wonderful images I visualize in my mind. You and I submerged in bubbles and hot steamy water. I can think of some fun water games to play!" I laughed. Russ laughed long and loud as those same images filtered through his mind. "You are a naughty girl, Gina," he said as he turned off the dusty road onto the long drive to the cabin. Pulling the truck up to the front of the cabin, he flicked off the key, turned in the seat, reaching his arm around my shoulders and pulling me across into his lap. "You are amazing, Gina. I've never met anyone quite like you." Kissing my lips gently, he pulled my lower lip into his mouth and sucked it. "Mmmmm," I hummed as I pulled back slightly and my lips caressed his. Our hands roamed gently as we kissed. Lips pressed together, our tongues danced in and out of our mouths. Breathlessly breaking the kiss, I could only whisper, "Will you come in?" "I can't now, baby. I have to meet my partner and discuss some business arrangements. I may be a couple of hours. I'd like to come by later if it's all right with you?" "Hmmm, business. Well, I guess we can't all be on vacation! I'd love for you to come back later. Maybe you could bring some wine for us?" I asked as I looked into his beautiful grey eyes. "I'll bring the wine and perhaps another surprise for you," Russ laughingly responded as he pushed me off his lap and turned to open the door. "What kind of surprise?" I wanted to know as I slid across the seat behind him. He lifted me to the ground holding me tightly before releasing me. "You'll see when I get back." Russ smiled while he grabbed the basket and my pack from the bed of the truck. Taking my hand we walked to the front door. "I'll be back as soon as I can." Russ kissed me hard and turned back to the truck. I opened the door and watched while he jumped into the truck, started it and pulled down the drive. After I slipped into the quiet house and dropped my pack beside the table, I crossed the open space to the kitchen. Placing the basket on the table, I moved across to the sink. I filled the coffee pot and basket and then flicked the switch on to begin the brew. As the coffee brewed, I wandered into the bedroom, dropping my clothes as I went. Within minutes I was wrapped only in a lightweight robe and I had hot water filling the tub. While thinking of the pleasures of the afternoon, I added some bubble bath and the scent filled the warmed air. I inhaled the soothing scent of lilac and couldn't help the smile that kissed my lips. Padding barefoot to the kitchen I filled my cup and with the steaming coffee in hand, returned to the bath. Setting the cup down on the bathtub ledge, I turned and pulled a towel from the shelf. Glancing into the mirror, I was surprised by the look of contentment that was reflected there. Knowing the reason for that "Cheshire cat" look made my smile grow into a grin. I giggled at my obvious pleasure and opened my robe to reveal rock hard nipples. Dropping the robe to the floor, my hands caressed my breasts, kneading them and then gently squeezing the nipples. Sighing, I slid those soft hands down along my tummy and out over my hips. I could feel the tightening start low in my pussy. Slipping one hand between my legs, I found that my memories of our afternoon hike had supplemented the deposit left by Russ. "I can't believe how turned on I get thinking about Russ," I thought. Stepping into the tub, I immersed myself in hot, bubble-filled water. With a huge sigh, I slid down until only my head bobbed above the froth. The warmth of the water soothed and relaxed me, my mind wandering back to the erotic afternoon with Russ. As I replayed the events, my pussy began a constant throbbing and my fingers found their way, slipping in and out rhythmically. Before long my hips were moving in that oh-so-wonderful dance, following the lead of my fingers. My breathing became erratic and quick as I neared my solo climax. With fingers plunging in and out and hips matching each thrust, waves of pleasure begin to roll over my super-heated body. Thoughts of Russ's rock hard cock sliding in and out of my slick pussy triggered a climax sending shudders from head to curled toes. "Oh, my god, that was intense!" my words echoed in the steamy bathroom. Caressing my body with soapy hands, I washed my contented body. When I stood up, the water and suds cascaded back into the tub. I leaned over and started to pull the stopper. Suddenly a wicked little thought filtered through my mind; I realized that there was something that I could do to surprise Russ later. Opening the mirrored cabinet door, I reached for my razor and trimming sissors. Sitting and straddling the side of the tub, I took my washcloth and soaped it up. I propped one leg up on the side and then rubbed my tingling pussy until it was frothed with suds. With the razor in hand I swiped at that special place, shaving smooth and close. Taking most of it off, I left only a thin strip in the center, pointing straight to the soft lips. I ran my free hand over the area looking for any clue of hair not removed. Satisfied with the butter-smooth skin, I smiled as I slipped a finger in to feel the wet slick juices. I had become excited again. Swinging both legs back into the tub, I rinsed the bubbles and pulled the stopper. When I stepped out of the tub onto warmed tiles and grabbed the towel to pat myself dry, the mirror once again reflected my contented state. Turning and leaning my ass against the sink vanity, I spent more minutes trimming the thin little strip into an arrow that truly pointed to my heavenly spot. I left no doubt as to where it would lead. Lastly I reached into the cabinet and picked up a bottle of baby oil. I dribbled just a few drops on my palm, rubbed my hands together and then I slicked them over my smooth and mostly bare mound. Wrapped loosely in a big fluffy towel, I headed for the bedroom to look for something to wear for the evening. Once again looking at the clothes I brought for a week of singular vacationing, I realized that not much was intended for seduction. Searching through my choices, I chose peach colored satin lounge pants with such wide legs that it looked like a skirt. Picking a white tiny strap tee I slipped into it. No bra - no panties, I just giggled. I'll have my own surprise for Russ! Wandering into the living room I paused to lay some wood in the fireplace. Memories of that first night on the floor, in front of a raging fire, flooded my mind and sent waves of excitement straight south. Hmmmm, I wondered if Russ will be in the mood to replay some of those exquisite moments, I thought, as the match caught, igniting the kindling. Smiling, I moved across the open floor to the front door, opened it and stepped out to get an armload of wood. The crisp night air sent shivers through my lightweight clothes and my nipples hardened instantly. Just as I turned to step back inside, lights flashed on the drive as a familiar truck made its way towards the house. Waiting for him to stop, I realized that Russ was not alone in the truck. "What's going on?" I commented to the night sky. Stopping and switching off the lights, Russ opened the door and smiled as he stepped out wearing tight jeans and a light sweater that fit him like his skin. "Damn, you look good, Russ," I called out. Russ stepped away from the truck and as he walked up to the front porch, I could clearly see that indeed there was another person getting out of the truck. A man, tall and lean like Russ, came around and stepped into the light from the door. His shoulder length dark hair rippled like waves of gleaming darkness. Black jeans and gray shirt fit like they were poured over his fit and muscular body. He stood outlined in the moonlight. Meeting me at the door, Russ took the firewood from me and kissed me gently, saying, "Gina, this is Eric, my business partner. I hope you don't mind that I brought him along. We just finished working on a big deal and now we want to celebrate our success." I turned as Eric approached and extended a hand, saying, "It is a pleasure to meet you, Eric. Please come in and make yourself comfortable." Eric took my hand and, grasping it and pulling it to his lips, placed a kiss on the back. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Gina. Russ has spoken of nothing but you this entire evening. It was hard to get any work done listening to his descriptions of this incredible woman that he had met. I can now see for myself that he did not exaggerate at all." Blushing, I smiled and I turned to bend over to pick up more firewood. "Please allow me," Eric said and extended his arms for me to pile on a load of wood. Gathering enough wood for several fires, we all entered the great room and the men took their loads of wood to the hearth. As I closed the front door, I heard Eric say to Russ, "My friend, she is everything you described and more!" Grinning to myself, I passed the stereo and flicked on a piece of music from Bob Seeger. To the strains of "Night Moves," I slowly made my way across the room and into close proximity with two very hot men. "Gentlemen," I asked, "May I offer you some coffee? Or did you remember to bring some wine, Russ?" "Oh, I left it in the truck. I'll run out and get it. Don't get too involved, you two, while I'm gone." Russ chuckled. Eric just smiled. As I turned to go to the kitchen, I said, "Eric, please be comfortable while I get the wine glasses. Maybe you would like to look at the music selection?" In the kitchen, I gathered three glasses from the cabinet, some sliced cheese from the refrigerator and crackers from the pantry. Placing it all on a tray, I returned to the great room just as Russ entered through the front door. When I set the glasses and tray on the coffee table, Russ pulled me into an embrace and kissed me hard. A soft moan escaped my throat and we heard a quick intake of breath from Eric. I could only turn to Eric and smile. "I hope you will pardon Russ, he is so, ahhh, impulsive." Stepping up to stand in front of Russ and me, Eric looked boldly into our faces and said in a quiet but steady voice, "Watching you two excites me. Please do not feel inhibited by my presence. I would love to be part of something, if you would allow me." Russ blushed and turned, "Gina, I have a confession to make. I brought Eric tonight because I thought that perhaps you would enjoy the pleasure of two men. I hope that I wasn't wrong. If you will let us, we both want to make love to you and give you an incredible night." Surprised, I looked to Russ and then to Eric and then stepped back, taking one each of their hands in mine. Pulling them up to my face, I licked Russ' palm and gently kissed Eric's knuckles. Stepping in close once again, toe to toe, my breasts grazing the strong arms of both men, I dropped their hands. I let my hands slip down along the front of their jeans. In seconds they were both hard and pressing tight against their zippers. While I caressed them both, I watched as both began to breathe shallow and quick. Eyes closed and mouths slightly open, the sounds of twin moans echoed through the room, followed by the very loud sound of two zippers descending. Flicking open first one button then the other, it took only seconds for two pairs of jeans to open and reveal incredibly hard cocks. Stepping back slightly, I gently caressed them both through briefs with growing wet spots. I touched their arms to get their attention and their eyes opened. Both men smiled as they realized that I had them practically undressed. "Finish getting out of those clothes, will you please, guys? I'll pour us some wine while you settle a bit. Don't want you to get too excited. Not yet anyway." Smiling, I stepped back, leaned against the sofa arm and watched as they both dropped jeans to their ankles and stepped out of them. While I poured each a glass of wine I saw hard cocks stretch their briefs to the point of tearing. They pulled shirts off over their heads and the shirts joined the jeans in a pile on the floor. Being familiar with Russ's cock, I focused my attention on Eric's. Although he was not as long as Russ, Eric was much thicker. Both were pulsing and pushing hard against the confines of tight briefs. Both men stood, hands down at their sides, awaiting my instruction. I took one glass of wine and handed it to Russ. As he took the glass from me, I grasped his briefs and pulled them out and down fast, causing his big hard cock to pop out. Eric moaned as he saw his friend's cock jump in reaction. While Russ stepped out of his briefs, I approached Eric. Holding his glass, I licked my lips and said, "Eric, pull them down slow; expose that big cock a little at a time. I want to see it come out fat and thick. Show me what you have." Smiling, Eric slowly slid his fingertips into the waistband of his briefs. Inching them out and along his waist, they slid out to his hips and down. As the backs of his hands caught the material, it stretched out pulling tighter as he moved his hands down slowly. In the front, the tip of his cock peeked over the top of the band. Red and pulsing, it pushed its way up as the briefs slid down, revealing more and more. The sounds heard then were the quickening of my breath and a soft growl from Russ. "Eric, your cock is huge." I whispered. Russ stepped up behind me and gently caressed my hardening nipples pushing out through my tight shirt. As I leaned back against his muscular chest, he began to nibble at my right ear. Eric reached out with his hand, gliding it smoothly over the front of my satin pants, slipping inside and down to stroke my tummy. I responded by caressing his hard cock. Eric leaned toward me, placing his lips at my left ear. With my head back against Russ' chest, both men caressed and nibbled. Their hands continued to roam over my flushed body. I stretched to press my lips to Eric's lips forcing me to lean hard against his chest. His cock got satin rubbed as Russ pressed into my back. Three simultaneous moans sounded loud in the quiet as we were surrounded with the energy that only lust can create. "Gina," Eric whispers, "does this excite you for two men to touch and lick and kiss you?" "Yesssss," was my response. "You have me very excited." Eric reached down and lifted the hem of my shirt, pushing it up slowly while his hands caressed my soft skin. His fingers circled the hard nipples as Russ took over the shirt removal, pulling it over my head and tossing it to the floor. Eric leaned down and took the right nipple into his mouth as Russ traced his lips along my neck and down my back. Russ slipped his fingertips into the waist of my satin pants and began a slow descent. He kissed down my back as he slid my pants to my knees. His lips paused to cover every inch of my tight ass cheeks and his hands pushed the slick material to my ankles. He inhaled my warm scent and ran his hands up and under me. I moved, slightly opening my legs as Russ slipped his finger into my hot, wet pussy. Eric shifted to my left breast and began to lavish it with his hot mouth. Sucking in as much as he could, he suckled me like a baby while kneading the other. I began to tremble as waves of pleasure flooded my body. The sensations were overwhelming as they built. Russ continued to slip his finger in and out as Eric fondled and sucked my tits. Russ suddenly straightened up and pulled me tight to his chest. He folded himself to the floor laying back, pulling me down on top. I lay spread wide with my back to his chest. Eric knelt in front of us, took Russ' cock in his hand, pumped him once, twice and then centered him on my dripping pussy and pushed me on to him hard. Russ penetrated me in one fast thrust. "Oh, god," I screamed. Russ held me fast to him, as Eric leaned in and licked my exposed clit. Eric's tongue flicked back and forth over my engorged clit and along Russ' hard cock as he plunged in and out. Russ was fucking me faster as he began to loose control. I was beyond any control as I was fucked and sucked at the same time. Eric was holding me down with his hands on my thighs, lashing my pussy and Russ' cock with his tongue and lips. "Oh, my god, I'm going to cum. I can't hold back…..take me now," I growled as I tried to thrust my pussy harder into Eric's face. "Ahhhhhh, yessssssssssssss, cumminggggggggg," I cried out as my body began to buck and convulse. "Fuck, I'm cumming, Gina," yelled Russ as he shot deep inside; my contracting muscles milking his cock. His cum was churned by his continued pumping and began to push out and back over his slick cock. Eric lapped at all the flowing juices, drinking my sweet nectar and Russ' salty cum. "Oh, god, you two taste so good. The combination of your cum is delicious. I could drink this all night," Eric said as he rolled off the top of me and curled up beside us. The flickering firelight bounced off three glistening bodies. The room was filled with the smell of raw sex, and three naked bodies lay entwined on a rug, catching our collective breath. Side by side, our breath gradually returning to normal, we lay basking in the flickering light. Russ rolled over and, getting to his knees, reached for a log and placed it in the embers. I rose up and propped on my elbows, feeling very disheveled. Eric remained flat on his back…his fat cock standing straight and very hard. Russ handed both Eric and me a glass of wine and reached for another for himself. With my free hand I gently caressed Eric, keeping him hard as we all relaxed, recuperating. "Russ, you didn't tell me that Gina's pussy was bald and beautiful." Eric commented as he rolled to his side, leaned in and began to gently clean my pussy lapping up the cum deposited by Russ. I smiled as Russ turned and leaned down, brushing lips across my smooth mound. His tongue traced along the thin red arrow. "It's a surprise!" I giggled as Russ and Eric both lick and tickle. Their hands roamed over my warm bare skin and their lips tasted and nibbled. Wiggling, I turned between two very hard male bodies. My back was pressed to Eric and breasts pressed against Russ. Tangled in body parts, Eric's hands dipped down into the warm depths of my wet pussy while Russ tugged at my hardening nipples. Three very naked bodies rolled over onto the rug in front of the fire. The flames flickered, casting soft light and shadows, highlighting the light sheen of sex that covered us. Rolling me over onto my back, Russ and Eric lay on each side, rubbing their rock hard cocks along my hips and my legs. I began to writhe, rotating between them rubbing my mound against Eric's cock as Russ slipped up behind me and fondled the cheeks of my ass. Trapped between them, I tensed as Eric centered his stiff pole at the wet opening of my pussy. Russ' fingers were stroking and soothing along my ass, slipping under and into my pussy. Russ found that center point in my fleshy valley with one hand; then he ran three fingers into my pussy, slipping in and out with ease. He pulled them out covered with my slick juice and slipped one finger into my ass. I moaned. Pushing in all the way, he pulled out and slid in a second finger. I shuddered as he quickly pulled it out and then I couldn't help but cry out as he pushed all three wet fingers in as far as they would go. With his palm cupping my cheeks he easily slipped them in and out, again and again, stretching and lubricating. The Cabin Ch. 03 Jack's eyes flew open in a panic by the third thunderous knock at cabin fourteen's thick door. Layla pulled the sheets up over her bare breasts, as he crawled over her and got tangled in the comforter. He lurched forward as the pounding continued, his hands hitting the floor for balance. His mind was racing. Cops. Only cops pound on doors like that. He shook himself free of the thick burgundy material and scrambled for the door. Only to remember at the last moment that he was still quite naked himself. He dodged back into the bedroom and grabbed a pair of jeans from the pile of clothes on the floor. He frantically pulled them up his aching thighs and made a path for the front door of the cabin. He grabbed the handle and swung the door open with a bleary smile, squinting as the bright midday sun bounced off of the windshield of the Range Rover in the drive and directly into his eyes. "Jack?" Bill the cabin's owner, leaned in and tried to peek over Jack's broad shoulder. "There were a couple of fellas up here this mornin' looking for that lady friend of yours from the other day. They looked to be Feds. I think that young lady's in trouble. She isn't still hangin' about is she?" "What?" Jack stammered. "Oh. No, she left... yesterday morning. Took off right after breakfast" He was lying through his teeth of course, but he didn't know quite why. He didn't even really know the girl. He knew most of her delicate curves. He knew what she smelled like when she was excited. What she tasted like, felt like. But what did he actually know about her? Not a whole hell of a lot. He thanked Ol' Bill for the news flash and blocking his view inside, hastily shut the door on him. He stumbled his way into the kitchen and started the coffee maker. His eyebrows colliding as his mind bounced through his skull looking for conclusions. He knew that Layla had secrets that she was keeping to herself. Hell, who didn't? Jack had a few of his own that he wasn't about to divulge. All this time he just figured that maybe she was on the run from an abusive ex or some shit like that. He was also now fully aware that he was falling for her like a sack of bricks off a river overpass. Layla stifled a yawn from behind her hand, while she stepped through the bedroom door into the main room. Her long locks were stubbornly going off in every direction. She had one of the bed sheets wrapped around her stunning frame, holding the edges bunched together just below her shoulders. "Jack? What's going on?" She murmured sleepily. Jack turned and leaned back against the sink, steadying himself on his elbows. Biting his bottom lip and running his tongue along the healing flesh of the bite mark, as he thought long and hard about how to launch into the burning questions. As well as how much information he was willing to give her. "Well, it seems the Feds were in to see Ol' Bill today. They were asking about you," he said after a long pause and a deep breath. "Anything you feel the need to tell me?" He drummed his fingers rhythmically against the counter's edge. She lowered her nervous eyes to the floor and shook her head slowly, as she fought the urge to open the floodgates. There was plenty that she needed to tell him, things that would make his skin crawl and send him away for good. But she couldn't bring any of it to the surface. Over the last forty-eight hours, her attraction to him had skipped right over infatuation and planted her firmly in love with the guy. He was so sweet and caring. He was a fantastic lover, attentive, forceful when the situation called for it. He fed her needs so skillfully, body and soul. Oh God, she could still feel his hands all over her, making her skin burn with desire. She could still feel his convulsing manhood deep inside of her as it shot stream after glorious stream into her, stoking the flames of her core even further. Just the rushed memory of a few hours ago, had her wet all over again. The drumming of Jack's fingers grew louder and faster as his agitation surfaced further. The long tense moment stretched out for an eternity, until the coffee maker signaled to all that it's task was complete. He poured a cup and blew across the rim, the steam drifted off and dissipated into the void between them. He sipped at the dark brew and glared at her over the cup, never taking his eyes off of her. Layla crossed her arms at her chest and tried to shake off the glacial chill of his penetrating stare. Her lips quivering with the tight pout, while she fought the urge to tell him everything. That urge to surrender all her dark secrets about what brought her into his path. He swirled the last inch of coffee in his ceramic mug, tipped his head back and let it fly down his throat. He held back a frustrated growl and stepped swiftly over to her. When she still refused to look up, he turned and stormed off into the bedroom, through the door and into the bathroom. The door didn't slam, but the silence of it's closing was deafening. She leaned against the frame and rubbed her shoulder, trying to brush away the nervous tension that made her skin tingle. Lifted her delicate hand to knock on the door, but her will couldn't bring it closer than an inch before it stalled. She cursed under her breath, steadied herself and reached for the knob instead. Gathering a deep breath into her lungs, she twisted the knob and slipped inside. The air was filled with steam so thick that she thought she might drown if she breathed too deep. Jack had his head braced on his forearm as the pulsating streams beat down on his tensed and aching shoulders. How had things turned so dark so quickly? His muscular body ached for her, yearning to feel her touch again. Even if it were only one last time. Startled, he winced for a moment as her arms wrapped around his waist from behind. She kissed him between the shoulder blades and brought her cheek to rest against his wet skin. "I'm so sorry, Jack," she whispered against him. "So... so sorry." He thumped his head against the tiles three times before he turned in her arms and cupped her face in his hands. He locked his eyes into hers, they screamed of both acceptance and desire. He mashed his lips to hers in a kiss that was filled with affection, frustration and dark passion. Her full breasts crushed against his chest as she tightened her grip around him. Her smooth body melted into him and screamed with lustful yearning. His erection pressed tight and throbbed against her belly. She arched away from him, lifting her left thigh above his hip and wrapped her leg around him, took his thickness in her hand and guided him into the slick, starved and agonized depths of her sweltering core. He thrust deep once and held her there, feeling her contract around his throbbing cock. Leaving it to linger, allowing her to build up the anticipation of a deep, hard fucking. His pubic bone pressed tight against her rigid clitoris, as he ground his hips against her. His thighs quivering as she brought her other leg up and locked her ankles, forcing him to support her weight. He drew back and thrust again, sending electrical charges shooting straight through her and numbing her brain to everything but the imminent climax that would come all too soon and yet, not soon enough. Her skin hummed with greedy pleasure, flushing with animalistic craving. When his hard length claimed her once again, she cried out and shuddered against him, tremors quaking her entire being. He growled deep in his throat, with satisfaction as her sounds tickled his ears like a summer breeze. Instinctively, she bit into his shoulder and his knees almost gave out as he shrugged into her. Forcing himself to relax his posture as the pain turned into purest pleasure, his invasions gave up all sense of pacing. He slammed into her with feral satisfaction, souls colliding as they both went teetering over the cliffs of madness that came with intense orgasm. His body tightened and shook, as she clenched herself around him. His head fell back against the white tiles and he allowed a grateful moan to escape his lips, his eyes rolling back behind tightly pinched eyelids. Layla's body trembled as her own climax overtook her. Her pussy sucking greedily as she drained him of every last drop, she squeezed selfishly at his throbbing cock, not wanting him to ever take away the fullness she now felt. She cried against his hot skin, burying her face in his neck, as she realized how inevitable it was. Dammit, this was going to be so fucking hard. Being the last day, Jack started gathering up and sorting their belongings. His mind reeled to find some way of convincing her to stay with him. Less than three days together and he was painfully aware of how much he needed her now. How incomplete he felt at the thought of being without her. Layla had become his grounding. His universe. From the way she held onto him in the shower, he knew for a fact that she felt the same. He bent low and pulled her cut-offs from atop a pair of his jeans. And then he saw it. His blood stalled and turned to an icy slush in his veins. He suddenly knew why Layla had been so distant all this time. He knew now, the secret she'd been keeping from him. She was on the job. At his feet he saw her open wallet. Special Agent. Layla Parsons. F.B.I... He knew instantly, that he was busted. "I'm so... so sorry, Jack, " she said with quivering lips, as she raised the 9mm and pointed it at his chest. "I'm going to have to ask you to get to your knees and place your hands behind your head." He had to give her credit. She fought damned hard to keep the tears from falling down her beautiful cheeks. Without a single word, without a single protest, he sank to his knees and turned himself over. He gave up without a fight. Layla hid her mouth behind her hand as she watched Jack get loaded into the back of the black Ford Bronco. His eyes were filled with regret and it shot her in the chest at point blank range and she flinched, turned her head away and stared at the door to the cabin. Over at Jack's truck, an agent was lifting a heavy duffel bag out of the wheel well that was supposed to house the spare tire. The Fifty thousand dollars that he'd embezzled from his company, less than a week ago. David Jenkins, her friend and mentor, placed his hand on her shoulder and squeezed reassuringly. "You, gonna be okay, slick?" He asked with deep concern. She just nodded silently, not looking him in the eyes. He gave her one last gentle look and thankfully, turned away to go speak to the other agent. Layla stepped back inside the cabin, took one last look around and let the tears finally fall. Outside, the sun was shining cloudlessly, for the first time in days. The Cabin Ch. 03 Chapter 3: Ken agrees to be Katie's sub -- The adventure begins This story picks up on Sunday, the last day of a three day weekend getaway for Ken and Katie. To understand the context, really the psychological changes that take place in both Ken and Katie, one needs to read chapters 1 and 2 and highlight their first two days in the mountain cabin where they each agree to serve as the sub for the other. I hope you enjoy the read. And as a personal note, this writing is really a desire that the author has with his lover. We are on a journey together and although much of the story is fictional (time, place, events), so much of the story is true. I hope you enjoy the read and would love to hear your thoughts and comments. * * * * * * * * * * * * * Katie stretched as the sun shone brightly through the window. She turned to move and realized her husband was still between her legs. Smiling she spread them wide and pushed his head out. They had slept over eight hours in that position, and he had remained there as she asked. She had rested so peacefully after enjoying a wonderful day with him as her guide -- her master. Ken moved. His head was still under the sheets behind her. As she woke he kissed her ass affectionately and came up to join her. "Rest ok?" She asked "Yep," he said smiling. "Men only dream of having a night with a pussy within the reach of their tongue for hours on end. Did you sleep ok?" "Never better," she said getting up and walking into the bathroom to shower. She turned the water on and bathed when she heard speak above the noise of the running water. "You know this is it, we need to go home today. What a bummer." "Yea, I know. But let's take our time. We have this place all day. We can get home late if we want." "I was thinking the same thing Katie." "Good. I'll be done in a sec. You want me to just leave the water on for you?" "Sure." Ken showered quickly while his wife dried her hair and dressed. He packed their belongings cleaned the cabin and carried what little they had brought out to the car. When he returned he found her standing at the top of the basement steps. He turned the corner an looked up surprise an pleased when he heard her speak. "You want this don't you?" She said looking down at him. "Yes I do. I always do." She was standing wearing only a bra and top. Her jeans and panties were off. "Then come and tend to me." Ken smiled. Kneeling on the top step he waited. She moved to his mouth spreading her legs as she held on to either side of the doorway. He lapped at her already wet pussy as she watched him as her clit became more sensitive. Grabbing his head she fucked his mouth as her hips bucked back and forth. He opened wide letting her use him as she did two nights ago. Her motions became more intense and she pulled on his hair while humping his face. "You are mine aren't you?" she said rhetorically. "You are mine, and you love it." He didn't need to answer. There was no need to answer. They both knew the answer. She continued to face-fuck him until she came. She held him there gently undulating her hips over his mouth as her body settled from its frenzied state. She released her hold on his head, walking away without saying a word. She finished dressing and tending to her hair and makeup and walked into the living room. She found him sitting on the sofa with his head between his hands. Katie leaned down and kissed him on the forehead. Sitting next to him she laid back and pulled his head onto her breasts, touching his hair softly while they rested. "What's wrong Ken?" "I don't know. Nothing I guess." "Did you not like me telling you to eat me?" "No. I loved it in fact. I always love it." "So what's the problem then?" He kissed her breasts through her top. "It's not that anything is a problem. I've just been thinking about our discussion last night. I kissed your pussy thinking about what you said for at least an hour after you fell asleep thinking about our conversation." He looked up at her pretty blue eyes and just stared. Tears of emotion began to well up in his eyes. "Nothing is wrong Katie. I think it's just that I really love taking care of you sexually that's all." Katie squeezed him tight and held him. "You know, I love it too when you take care of me. It's like somehow you complete me. Do you ever feel that way too?" "I do. I don't know what I'd do without you." "No, but I mean, do you ever feel like I complete you sexually by the way that we interact?" "Yes I do. And that's what is so odd. I always thought of myself as the man, the leader, the provider, the strong one. But now...." Katie interrupted, "Ken, you are the man, the provider, the strong one. I just think that maybe you found, as I did this weekend, that you like me leading." "I think you might be right." He looked up into her soft loving eyes. "Does that make me a wimp?" He said smiling. "No, not at all. Wimps aren't strong. I've never said you weren't strong Ken." "So what am I then?" She deflected his question for the time being, "You know, there is a big difference between giving up control that could be yours and being afraid to take control. I think in our case, these past two days, you chose to give up control to please me. Wouldn't you agree?" He thought for a moment, his chin resting between her breasts as he looked into her eyes, "Yes, that is what I did. I thought about doing what I wanted but chose instead to make you happy. But you know, I was happy all the same. So what am I then if I'm not a wimp?" "I think you are my sub," she said without hesitation. "You know you are. Don't you?" He just stared into her eyes not saying a thing. "Are you my sub Ken? Is that who you are? It's ok to say so if you really feel that way." His heart began to pound as she pressed him for an answer. He knew what he wanted to say, but just couldn't bring himself to verbalize it. "Ken, who are you?" She asked almost whispering. "I'm your husband." "Yes you are and I would have no other. And you are my best friend as well. But are you my sub too? Are you the man that has made the choice to serve me and meet my needs?" "I don't know what a sub is Katie. I think I don't know how to answer your question if I am not." She kissed him deeply when he spoke his mind. She knew he was finally getting it. She just needed to help him see what it was that he was staring at so plainly. Ken responded to her kisses and crept up to kiss her. But she kept him there, making him extend his neck back as she reached down to kiss him. "It's good for you to stay there and kiss me. It's what a sub would do for his mistress." "What do you mean?" "I mean he would not try to be her equal without asking first." "I don't understand." "Don't you see what happened today, what happened yesterday and on Friday? Today you waited for me to shower and then followed. You packed our belongings so that I wouldn't have to. You knelt before me and let me face-fuck you and now you let me hold you while we discuss this issue with you below me. You did all these things instinctively. You acted like a sub and we never even spoke about it." "I know." Katie continued, "Yes on Friday I made you my sub and I was your mistress. But on Saturday you chose to act like a master but you never assumed the role of a master. Not really. You asked me repeatedly throughout the day if I would do this or do that. Masters don't use the word 'please' and you did lots. You were attracted to the mistress clothing in 'The Sub Shop' and although you acted like my master once when you pushed me psychologically with the egg almost to an orgasm, you relinquished your control when I snapped at you. Instead, you apologized for your actions rather than standing your ground. You let me tell you to fuck me at the water falls; you let me pull you into the kitchen to suck you and I was the one, not you, that decided how I would suck you or when I'd let you fuck my throat. And when you did cum you let me determine how deep I'd let you'd go. Don't you see? You acted like the perfect sub Ken. And what's so cool about all this is that I loved it -- and more importantly -- so did you." Ken sat with his head down, not wanting to look her in the eye. "I did do all that, didn't I?" "Yes you did, so let me ask you once again. Are you my sub Ken?" "I am your sub Katie." "You mean Mistress," she said correcting him. "Say it properly." "Before I do, I need to know one thing." "What is that?" "I need to know what is expected of me before I agree to this." "Don't you trust me Ken?" "Yes." "Well, then nothing else matters then does it?" "I guess not." "Then who are you?" "I am your sub Mistress Katie." Katie beamed with delight with his response. "Who would have thought? Now if that is who you are then how about you take off my jeans and panties an talk to me while you lick my pussy." She waited for him to move and he did as he was told. She sat slouched on the sofa so he could lick her more easily. "Eat me. You can stop to answer my questions. Focus on tongue fucking me. I want to feel you inside me." She gave him time to settle in and think about what they had just said before continuing. She loved having her pussy eaten and he seemed to have an insatiable appetite for her. "So, let me be clear, by saying this, by agreeing to this, you are agreeing to put me first, ahead of yourself?" "Don't I already do that?" "You do for the most part. But if you are my sub you will always. Will you? "I guess so." "That is not enough," she pushed his head off her mound so she could talk to him directly. "If you want me to be your mistress then you need to obey me always. I can't have you vacillating depending on how you feel. Male subs honor their mistresses without regard for themselves. Will you do that for me?" "I will." "You will what? "I will serve your needs as long as I am your sub." "Is that so? " "Yes it is," he said as she pulled his head back down. "Good. Lick me then until I tell you to stop." She lifted her right leg over the armrest of the sofa opening her pink lips wide to his waiting tongue. He licked them with the flat of his tongue in a rhythm that soon had her moaning and panting. "Make me cum Kenny. Make me cum now!" She cried out. He never wavered but kept with the rhythm that she now enjoyed. He was like a machine lapping again an again from bottom to top along the wet pink skin of her inner labia. He felt her body tense. She pulled at his hair, driving his face into her as she came gasping at the intensity of the orgasm. "Mmmmm. You are good." She let him go and just lay there. He waited. Not sure what to do. "Ken, go get undressed and stand in the tub." "What?" "Don't question me. Just do it." She waited for him to move. He looked at her with puzzled by her command but did as she asked, as she ordered. "OK, now what?" He shouted from the bathroom. She didn't answer. "Mistress. Now what?" She remained silent. "It all starts here," she thought to herself. "I sure hope I do this right." She flipped on the TV, not really interested in what was on but knowing that she needed to establish herself and he needed to learn his place. She watched the end of some show she couldn't care less about and then went out to the car. Ken stood waiting patiently. His body was naked; his cock limp. He stood staring at the shower fixtures. Finally Katie appeared and turned on the water. Handing him a bar of soap and a razor, she said, "Shave your cock. I want all of the hair above your cock off. I'll tell you when you are shaved to my liking." "Katie!" "What did you say?" "Mistress, please!" "Don't you trust me?" "Yes but others will see when I shower after a ball game or after working out." "It's a small price to pay for what I have to offer you. The question here is not about shaving. It's really about whether or not you are serious about being my sub or not." Without speaking, Ken knelt in the tub before the running water, lathered his cock and began to shave. Katie stood there, one foot on the floor, the other on the tub watching. He continued to shave until his genitals were as bare as an eight year old boy. His cock and balls were baby-skin smooth and there was no sign of pubic hair to be found. "Good. This is how I want you. Every time you shower, you shave. Understood?" She felt the soft skin of his balls and ran her hand over cleanly shaved skin where his hair was just removed. "Yes." "What?" "Yes Mistress." "Good. Now get dressed. We need to go for a drive today." "Where are we going?" "Back to Chelsea" "We were just there. Why do we need to go back?" "Just because we do." Ken drove them into town and they parked the car on Main Street, finding vacant spot about a block from the Sub Shop. "What are we getting in here?" he asked as they entered the shop. "Something for each of us. Don't worry, I will be quite pleased and that's what really matters now isn't it?" "Yes Mistress." "You are getting the hang of this, Ken. I like you addressing me this way. Now come. Behind me," she said motioning with her finger where he wanted him to walk. The two of them walked the short distance to the store. Once inside, Katie waited until a store hand was available and spoke to her alone. "Hi, my name is Mistress Jenny. How can I help you today?" Jenny was a woman in her early thirties, tall, thin, and busty. She was dressed in a revealing black leather halter dress with a keyhole front that hugged her body. The dress was short, barely covering her ass and her cleavage could be seen through the large keyhole cutout in the leather that clung to her like glue. She was wearing knee-high black leather boots with four-inch heels that gave stature to her naturally tall 5'9" frame. Her dirty blonde hair was cut short and styled in a way that fit the style of the shop in which she worked. She carried herself with confidence and it was evident that although still a young woman she possessed the allure to dominate another, whether it be male or female. Katie was immediately taken back by her presence but Jenny put her at ease quickly. "Is this your first time in here ma'am?" "Yes it is." "I thought so. You seem a little on edge." "Is this your sub?" she said pointing to Ken standing quietly. He looked at her when she mentioned his name. "Yes it is but to tell you the truth, I am new at this." "May I call you mistress then, ma'am?" Katie hesitated, and then smiled, "I would prefer you did." "Well, mistress, may I give you a piece of advice then as a woman who has been one for several years?" "OK," she said tentatively. Pulling her out of earshot of Ken she spoke in a low commanding voice, "If this is your sub then he needs to learn respect when around you and other mistresses. When I mentioned his name his eyes raised to meet mine. I didn't care to look at him and would prefer that he didn't look at me, that is, unless you or I permit him to do so." "I am sorry. I had asked that he walk behind me when we arrived but did not tell him to keep his eyes down." "You shouldn't have to tell him, he should know this. This is something he must learn and learn now. May I address him?" She said not really waiting for an answer. "Yes you may." Jenny walked over to him while Katie tagged along behind. In her heels she was as tall as his 6'1" frame. She said nothing but stared intently; his eyes meeting hers. For several seconds she stood just a few inches from him, still and staring. He could almost feel her breath. She was in his personal space and he felt uncomfortable. Finally he looked down, intimidated and uncomfortable with her presence so close to him. Grabbing his hair, she pulled his chin to his neck. "You should have done that as soon as you saw me walk to you, sub. You need to know your place when with me; when with her." nodding toward Katie. "Don't you ever look at me, your mistress, or any other mistress, unless we tell you. Do you understand sub?" "Yes." "Do you understand sub! She spoke loudly now." "Yes Mistress," he replied hesitantly. He was visibly shaken by her command and demeaning tone. It unnerved him as her voice brought attention to their discussion to everyone shopping, but he felt compelled to obey rather than resist. "You are to call me Mistress Jenny. Do you understand?" "Yes Mistress Jenny, I understand you perfectly." Jenny pulled Katie aside, leaving him standing with his head remaining down. Jenny turned to look at him. "See how easy this is.? He needs to learn that position. It's what makes you who you are. If you can't control his mind, and make him understand that you are the one whom he serves then you will lose him." "I know." "I hope you do. He is an easy one. He wants to serve. It's written all over him. He was so easy to manipulate. He responds to a woman's presence when she exhibits power. Can't you see?" "I think so." "Look. Go over there and tell him to do something. I don't care what it is. The important lesson here is that he remembers who he is when with you and how he acts while you address him. This is a lesson about obedience Mistress and he needs to learn it now." Jenny stepped back to watch while Katie walked back to him. She was so much smaller than her, standing almost eight inches shorter. "Go get my jacket out of the car. I am feeling chilly," she commanded. Ken kept his eyes down, took the keys from her hand. He turned to leave but she grabbed his arm. "And don't you forget about what she said. Do you understand?" "Yes Mistress. I understand." "Good, now go." "He is a quick learner," Jenny remarked. "I think he just needs time and proper instruction. You may want to think about the two of you attending a dominatrix week. There are instructional sessions designed just for couples like you. You might find it quite helpful." She handed Katie some literature from behind the counter that Katie glanced through before tucking it away in her purse. "Now how can I help you?" "I was in here yesterday and purchased one of these," she said handing a harness to Jenny. Can you fit this to him? I was told if I ever returned someone would." "May I ask why you want to harness him?" "I think I'll like the look and I want something around his balls to keep him thinking about me while he is away at work. I thought this was just the thing that would keep his mind where I want him." The two of them walked down to the far end of the store where Jenny took the time to show the various harnesses that they had in stock. Ken returned with Katie's jacket in hand and waited just inside the door. He could hear them laughing and talking but refused to look or walk in their direction. Referring to the harness that Katie had purchased, "Well it will do that, but to be frank, if you chose this three-ring harness instead," handing her the metal ring contraption, "you can substitute various size cock rings through this clip so that should he ever get an erection it will cause is cock to become quite painful. He will definitely remember who he should and should not be getting hard for." Jenny handed the harness to Katie to examine. It was a three ring design. One larger ring surrounded the cock and balls, the other smaller one slid on the cock as far as possible and connected to the larger ring from above by a clip. The third ring slipped over the balls where it could be clipped on to the two rings above or left to hang separately. She showed her how the inch, inch and a half and two inch ring that slipped over the cock gave her the freedom to control just how much restriction, or pain, she wanted him to feel should he become erect. The Cabin Ch. 03 "I like this," Katie giggled. "He does have wandering eyes and this might be a nice deterrent when I am not there to supervise." "Hopefully, for your sake, his eyes will stop wandering. Again, I'd suggest you consider what I gave you," she said, pointing to Katie's purse. "There are very effective means to break any habit that you will learn. It will be money well spent." "Shall I fit him now?" "Please," Katie said, feeling more comfortable around her now. "Come sub," Jenny called. "You are needed by us." Ken hurried quickly in their direction as they walked to a rear entrance. He met them and opened the door for the two of them without making eye contact. Jenny and Katie smiled and walked into the workroom but paid no attention to him when he opened the door for them. He followed them in tow. The room was of average size with wood flooring and walls that were painted black. There was an overstuffed chair at the far end, a table in the middle of the room and a chest of drawers to one side. A door indicating a restroom was off to the far side opposite the drawers. "May I?" She asked Katie politely, pointing to his pants. "Yes. You do whatever you need to do mistress. And you just do what she tells you," she said firmly to her sub. Jenny asked Katie to relax in the overstuffed chair and then instructed Ken to strip from the waist down. He stood before this mistress feeling naked and embarrassed while she stroked his cock. "Nice cock," she said turning to Katie with a complimentary tone in her voice. It hardened almost as soon as she began her stroking. "Yes it is." "Can you fit him with that if he is hard?" "That won't be a problem. He only needs to be limp if you want to use the small restrictor ring as it won't fit on him when he's like this." She continued to fondle his balls while moving the head of his cock up against the leather of her skirt. "If he had that ring on now, he'd be doubled over in pain and quickly learn how to keep his wants under control." Jenny knelt and fitted the larger of the two cock rings over his is penis and around his balls, forcing them through the ring one at a time. She tried three different sizes until she found the one that fit him properly. "This one can be barely squeezed on so this is the size for him. It fits great in fact," she said pleasingly. She slipped the smaller cock rock ring on over his erection and secured the two together with a clamp. They locked themselves in place with a snap. She played with various size ball rings until she found one that he could only get on with some discomfort. Once on, it couldn't fall off as it was the size of an individual testicle. She added a spreader bar that separated each ball giving him the look of one whose genitals were securely bound and then clipped the ball ring in place under the two cock rings. "Do you like this look Mistress?" Jenny asked. "I could harness him without the spreader bar between his balls but I thought you might like the look if I separated them individually. Most of our mistresses like their subs separated in this way because when they squeeze them the balls are pinched between the steel bar. It can be quite painful and is another easy way to make your point when they get stubborn." Katie stood and walked over to him feeling the steel that now held his cock and balls. "I love the look and like. Very nice," she said smiling at him. "So how does this work? Can he get in and out of this?" "Actually, you are the only one that can undress him. Each of these pieces fit into one another but in order to remove them you need to use this key. It has a unique end and when fitted into each clasp, releases the ring attached to it. Only you will be able to take it off, that is, unless you give your sub the key." Katie smiled. "Perfect." She watched Jenny play with his new harness, the two of them caring nothing about his cock or balls as they were of no interest to them at this time. Jenny removed the harness and then had Katie reapply it, instructing her how to secure it properly. "Now if you want, you can do something really cool. Want to see Mistress?" "Yes please show me." "Well, you can choose to lock the ball ring to his cock, or leave it unlocked to hang separately by just not clipping it in to the other rings. But here's where this can be fun. See this little hook?" She said pointing to a small eye in the middle of the spreader bar. "You can clip weights on this to stretch his balls should you need to discipline him. His balls are some of his most sensitive areas and hanging a weight can be quite painful over time. Want to see?" "Yes, I do Jenny. And you stand still while she shows me," she said speaking to Ken. "Let's have some fun then and do this right We can turn this into a little cock and ball torture scene while we play," Jenny gleamed. She lowered a rope that had been hanging above them and bound his hands securely. The rope was attached to a pulley overhead and ran to a bracket on the wall. "Would you like to do the honors Mistress?" She said offering the rope to Katie. Katie pulled it tight stretching his arms overhead and anchored it over the bracket along the wall. Meanwhile, Jenny kicked his feet apart another foot or so stretching him even more. "Don't move," Jenny commanded. Ken obeyed, not daring to move as the two women knelt before his still erect cock. Jenny disconnected the ball ring from the cock rings. "Now here are the weights," Jenny explained showing her a box filled with various size steel spheres. They come in assorted sizes anywhere from an ounce to several pounds. I'd recommend an eight-ounce weight for this." She handed it to Katie who hooked it on the spreader bar eye of the ball harness. When she let go, the weighted ball yanked his testicles hard toward the floor causing him to stiffen as the discomfort set in. "Ugh!" he grunted as he bore the full weight of the ball. "Shut up!" Jenny snapped. "I don't care if it hurts or not and don't care to hear you complaining." She pulled on the weight hard making him grimace in pain. "So, do you like this Mistress Katie? Isn't it great? Look at the control you can have over him." "How nice. I do like it and I like the look even more. I'll purchase this set." "Excellent. And I would agree, he does have a nice set of balls along with that cock of his. You are a lucky woman Mistress," she said as she slapped at the weight that now dangled between his legs. Ken winched as she did but kept his eyes focused away from their faces and his mouth shut. The pain shot up into his lower abdomen. Jenny pulled on the weight twice more as the two of them talked not really carrying what she was doing to him. His cock started to go limp as he focused more on the pain and less on the beauty of the two women before him. "Yes I am," Katie continued. "He and I are both learning this way of life so it will be interesting to see where our path leads in the future." "Well, you are starting off well," Jenny added. "Many mistresses wait a long time before finding a store such as ours. You have excellent intuition and your desire to bind his balls will serve an excellent reminder that he is yours. I think imprisoning them like this makes them look sexy anyway. Too bad all men aren't harnessed like your man." Katie disconnected the weight while Jenny removed the rope that bound him. Let me change the cock ring now for you while he is limp so I can show you how it works. It's not the smallest one but it will work just fine for the effect I want. Now when he gets hard this ring will keep him hard and that's how I want him for the next hour or so. She replaced the large ring with a smaller one that she forced on his soft cock, clipping it in place. She spit on her hand and lathered his cock with her saliva making him erect once again. "They are putty in our hands Mistress. See how they just do what we want without even asking? Their cock is the key to control. Control it and you control them. Let it run free and you'll lose him." Katie watched her use her sub. She knew exactly how to handle him in every situation. She established control immediately soon after they had entered the store. She ignored him when he opened the door, humiliated him by making him undress before her, bound him in irons that he couldn't remove, produced pain that didn't touch her personally and now toyed with his cock just to show him that he couldn't resist her no matter how impersonal she acted toward him. Katie didn't say anything but she was taking this all in. She envied this woman's confidence and control that she displayed and hoped that she too could learn the subtleties of controlling a man expertly. Jenny left him alone to address her client now that her sub had been properly harnessed. "So, did you want to look for an outfit for yourself?" "I would. What do you suggest?" "Well, regardless of what you decide on, I'd recommend that you send him out to pick outfits for you with his cock free for others to see. He can learn humility and you and I can talk about the look and fit of each one as he is out fetching what we need. You need to find something that fits the personality and look that you want. Are you thinking leather or latex?" "I think leather." "Dress or separates." "I was thinking separates, but I love what you are wearing, so maybe I'll look at the dresses while I'm here." "Mistress Katie, you have a great build, fantastic breasts and a slim body. You might want to consider showing off that flat stomach of yours. Maybe a leather halter and mini skirt might be what you are seeking." "I don't know, I am wondering now if a black leather dress might make me look taller. You know, give the appearance of height if the line of the outfit is continuous and not broken by a top and bottom." "Let's try on both and see what you like. Sub, go find us a few outfits in a sizes 2 and 4," Jenny ordered. He left dressed only in the white shirt with cuffed sleeves that his mistress liked him in whenever they went out. His cock stood fully erect and trapped in the harness that Jenny had so expertly fit on him. The rings bound him securely. There were several other couples in the store when he left the back room. They stared at him but he paid them no attention. He could feel the heat of his embarrassment as be started to sweat but kept his eyes down and focused on the task ahead. He walked to where the mistress outfits were hanging. Another couple was browsing and it was evident that she was the Dom as he wore a steel collar that was welded shut Excuse me ma'am," Ken asked as he tried to pass them in the narrow isle. "Sub, how dare you ask me to move for you," the woman snapped. "I will not excuse you to pass." Her comments could be heard throughout the shop and others paused to watch her exert her command over this situation and this rude sub "I am sorry mistress. Please forgive me. I will wait until you are finished looking." "Yes you will," she said squeezing his balls hard. The pressure of the balls against the spreader bar shot a wave of pain in his groin. "You are a sub and I am a mistress. And you are fortunate that you are not my sub or I would have you on your knees eating my pussy in front of all here. "Yes mistress. I am so sorry." She squeezed him again until he verbally cried out in pain, and then left him. He waited several more minutes until she and her sub moved on. Finally he selected several shorts, mini-skirts and a few leather tops for his mistress to try. "What took you so long?" Jenny demanded, when he returned. He explained what happened. Jenny just shook her head in disgust. "You should have gotten on your knees and offered your mouth to her pussy when she threatened you. You are a sub. Don't you get it? If she is out there again, you get on your knees near her and let her decide if she wants your service or not. Understood?" Ken didn't know what to say. He glanced over to his mistress but dared not look her in the face. "Do you understand?" She repeated. "Yes, he understands," Katie interjected. "He understands perfectly." Jenny had him undress and redress his mistress into each of the outfits and various combinations that she modeled. The mini dress and halter top looked fantastic on her but she wasn't sure it was the outfit she really wanted. "Go get me some dresses to try on Ken," Katie ordered. He left and walked back toward the same isle he was in before. As he was walking he noticed the Dom still shopping with her sub in another part of the store. He turned and walked toward her, keeping his eyes to the ground. Stopping but ten feet from her, he kneeled and waited. She saw his position of humility and approached him. She lifted his chin slightly so that he could see her crotch then lifted her skirt revealing a red thong panty. Her pussy was shaved. She drew closer, his mouth just an inch from her pussy. He let him smell her scent as he held his position. For more than a minute she and he remained motionless. Suddenly she grabbed him by the back of the head and pulled him hard into her cunt rubbing his face over her shaved mound. "Now be gone," she said pushing him away. "At least you are learning," she said mockingly. He stood, never meeting her gaze, never saying a word, and went to fetch the dresses his mistress sent him to find. He returned with several and laid them on the table, displaying each to the two women he was now serving. He helped her in and out of every dress she chose to try on, but never once speaking or raising his gaze as the two women discussed her look. They never once asked him his thoughts nor did they care to know. Eventually Katie selected a black leather dress that barely covered her ass. It was sleeveless with snaps that ran up the center of the torso and pulled the dress tight against the body. Katie loved the dress. It fit her body perfectly and Jenny especially loved it because she was unable to fasten the top three snaps due to the size of her D cupped breasts. The leather lay open, revealing her beautiful cleavage and just barely covering her nipples. "You look so hot Mistress. You have a body that men would kill to serve. But I think we need to add some finishing touches to this outfit to make it truly spectacular. The dress looks fabulous on you. I think your blonde hair and blue eyes contrast well against the black leather, Don't you?" Katie nodded in agreement as she ran her hands down her torso and over the fronts of her thighs while admiring herself in the full length mirror.. "But you want those that see you think of you as tall, am I not correct?" Jenny continued. "How about if we go out front and see if we can find some boots and accessories to accent this outfit?" Katie noticed that her sub had begun to lose his hardness. She thought about kneeling and sucking him but thought it not appropriate in front of Jenny. Jenny instinctively read her mind, "If that's what you want to do, then do it." You shouldn't be ashamed Mistress. "He is here for your pleasure. It's not that his body is of no value to you. It is, of great value in fact. You chose him as yours and he has yielded his will to you. His cock is beautiful and if you want to kneel and suck it then do so." "How did you know I was thinking that?" Katie asked "Because it is what I would have done." Katie knelt and sucked her husband's cock while Jenny stood and watched. She made him look at his mistress below as she told him how lucky he was to have a one that cared so much for his body. Katie could have stayed there and sucked him until he came but decided to stop for now. He was rock hard again and that was enough. Standing, she grabbed him by his cock and led him into the store that was now filling with shoppers. The two of them followed Jenny as she led the way. "Stand over there sub while we shop," Jenny ordered. He moved over next to a chair on the wall. "No sub. Don't stand next to it. Stand on it so others can see my handiwork." He did as he was told. Jenny was enjoying the public humiliation of this guy that was as much hers now as Katie's. He stood, not moving while others, both men and women walked by and fondled his rock hard cock and baby-soft balls secured in his new harness. He felt humiliated. Katie watched him out of the corner of her eye. She could tell that he was pushed about as far as he could be pushed. Jenny on the other hand, seemed to care less how he felt. Her focus was on her client and she intended to tend to her to the best of her ability. Eventually they selected a pair of black leather boots with 4-inch heels that extended up above her knee. They were tight fitting but flexible at the knee and silky soft to the touch. Jenny completed her outfit tying a black leather strand to hold her hair in a pony tail and gave her a pair of black leather arm bands that extended from the wrist to just shy of her elbow. Katie called Ken down from the chair, much to his relief, and had him lace her armbands. Jenny suggested she add a posture collar to add visual height to her stature and handed it to her sub to secure to her neck by the buckles that remained hidden behind her hair. "I I like the look Mistress. You know, you may want to get a similar collar for him. We sell collars for subs that can be padlocked. There's even a ring on the front to leash him. Can I get you one for him?" Katie agreed and let Jenny fasten one tightly around his neck. It forced his head tall and made it more difficult for him to look down. "See how nice this collar works on him. He'll get to practice keeping his eyes lowered now since he can't bend his neck as easily." She handed Katie the key. "He's yours to use as you want. Oh how I love to turn a proud man into a strong submissive. They are the best to own. Look at him Mistress. She turned him completely around displaying him to his mistress. "He's muscled, erect, bound, collared, helpless, and completely yours. Aren't you glad you are a woman that found him? "Yes I am," Katie said proudly. "You can tell he has strength but he also has the strength to give up strength -- to trust," Jenny continued. "He trusts you and is now yours to use and enjoy as you desire. Mistress Katie, there is nothing like being physically weaker than a man but knowing that his strength is unable to hurt you. He does not intimidate me in the least and he should not intimidate you either. True strength is not in muscle but in the mind and though I don't like to say this, it takes just as much strength for him to serve you as it does for you to lead him. Poor subs are wimpy. Good ones are strong and proud. They just seem to know how to contain that pride within and channel it in serving the mistress that owns him. If I am reading him correctly I think he will be that kind of sub for you although he needs much more training, but for that you should be thankful." She didn't wait for Katie to answer but just stood admiring the two of them, looking from one to the other. They both looked so much different than the couple that walked through the door not more than a few hours ago. She was beginning to display the mistress qualities that were hidden behind her quiet petite body and he was definitely showing quality sub traits that Jenny was beginning to admire even though she kept her thoughts to herself. By the time she was through outfitting Katie, she looked and felt the part of the mistress she was becoming and he was definitely feeling like he was a man whose only identity was his mistress wife. Jenny was working her magic on one more couple; something she did daily. "Go take a walk and enjoy the outfit. Feel free to walk along the road if you want. I know you won't walk off without paying. Besides, I have what you really need anyway," she said giggling as she grabbed her subs' cock. The Cabin Ch. 03 "I think I will, but you remember Mistress Jenny, that is my sub." Ken cracked a smile as he kept his gaze down knowing she was looking out for him. "I won't abuse him too much while you're gone. Now go enjoy the feel of being a dom." "Sub," Jenny ordered before Katie turned to leave. "Kneel down and take her panties off discretely." Katie looked puzzled but Jenny interrupted. "I have one more treat for you when you return. Now hurry off and enjoy yourself." Katie strolled through the store, her body looking fabulous. She looked tall, slender and incredibly sexy. Her cleavage attracted the eye of all that passed and she walked tall and confident. Folk everywhere stopped and stared but Katie cared little for their thoughts. She was spending nearly $500 today and was pleased with every penny she spent. She returned not seeing Jenny or Ken. Walking to the back room she found them. Jenny was seated, her dress up and her legs spread, with him kneeling before her pussy; not touching it but remaining just a fraction of an inch away. "I told you I wouldn't abuse him. I was just having some fun while you were gone. You should be glad Mistress; he's ready for you now. Just look at his eyes, can't you see the lust in them. He's been kneeling here like this for almost a half hour. I can't believe he's kept that tongue in his mouth. Look at me; I am just dripping like a faucet. He can see and smell me and I've even smeared my juices on his face but he refuses to eat me. It's been a long time since I've had a sub resist this temptation. And as a woman talking to another woman, you must admit, my pussy does look deliciously inviting. Wouldn't you agree Mistress Katie?" Katie ignored her question but could see that her pussy was indeed dripping. Her labial folds were swollen as one that was in heat and she did look tempting. "Good. I am glad to hear that you minded your manners," concerned with what Jenny might have done while she was gone. Changing the subject Jenny asked, "How did it feel to walk outside and have every one gawking at you? Pretty nice isn't it?" "It is." "Yes it is. And those that mock you are really envious that they don't have bodies like you and I to show off to the world, or have a man at home that will do anything for them. I can't stand those women. They repulse me, in fact," Jenny said mockingly. She turned her attention to Ken and commanded him, "Now go do what I told you to do." He went to his mistress, slipped her black lace panties back on and stood behind her. "I had one of my co-workers cut out the crotch for you. If I am thinking as you are now, I believe you are in the mood to be tended to by your sub." "I am ready for some attention. In fact I am feeling so horny that I think I could fuck him right here and now," Katie said. Well, I'll let you decide on that if you wish but it is tradition here that after a mistress and sub are properly fitted that the sub attend to his mistress. If that means fucking him then so be it, but our tradition always starts with a sub on his knees where he belongs." Jenny paused and walked over next to him. Digging her hands into his one shoulder she pushed him down. "Kneel." Ken instinctively obeyed as the power of her voice controlled him. Although he could have overpowered her at any time, he obeyed her without question. He knelt while she dug the heel of her boot into the back of his calf causing him to cry out in pain. "Now don't move." She attached a leash to the ring on his neck collar letting it fall to the ground. Ignoring him for now, she moved to stand in front of Katie, leaving him on his knees to admire her ass. She put her arms around her waist looking at her intently. "Mistress," she said beaming proudly, "you look beautiful. Too bad you don't want to be owned yourself. I think I might even enjoy your attention. I saw how you looked at my pussy. You wanted it didn't you?" Katie held her stare. "I'm not for sale, Mistress Jenny. You'll have to find another to tend to you." "Too bad," she said still holding her and pulling her hips toward hers, "I think you'd enjoy me. Just think you could have had this on your mouth just like I had it on his," she said grinding their pussy's together. Katie's stare narrowed, "I hope you are joking, Mistress Jenny, and just to reiterate, "I'm not for sale." "I guess you aren't, and yes I was just teasing. Just know that you have an open invitation to be my sub at anytime; even if it is for just a day or two." She laughed as she released her grip and thoughts of making Katie her sub, "So what shall it be: Front or back?" Katie wasn't sure what she was asking but said, "Back." "Good choice. It's my favorite position as well. Now stay where you are" She retrieved a black plush blanket and soft dark pillow from the chest of drawers and spread them over the table. She guided Katie over to the table and had her bend forward. "Rest mistress. I am going to have him tend to your ass and pussy while you do. Go ahead, lay your head down and rest." Katie did as she was told. Jenny touched her back and then gently nudged her legs wider apart. "Sub," she said grabbing his leash and pulling it taut. He stiffened but still kept his gaze down, "Take her from behind as she desires." Jenny knelt, grabbed his chin and brought his eye to hers. Speaking to him with the authority of a woman that had been down this road many times she said, "You are to eat her like you have never eaten her before. You are to drive her crazy because today is like no other. Today you have formally become her sub. You are to treat her as such. She is not your equal. You are not to eat her for your pleasure but for hers. Your mind is to focus on her needs; her body; her pussy; her feelings of eroticism. Not yours. Do you understand?" "Yes Mistress Jenny. I understand you." "Good, and remember, you stay on your knees and keep your mouth shut. You are not to stand unless she instructs you. "Now go to her." She pulled him by the leash as he crawled behind her. She positioned him with his face at her ass. Lifting her tight leather dress she revealed the crotchless panties. Katie was wet already. She was ready for him. "Now you just recline and enjoy. Spread your legs wider and enjoy being the mistress that you are. And don't be in a hurry. It will be good for him to learn that if you want to spend an hour or two enjoying his tongue that he learns to find the energy to eat you till you are fully satisfied." Katie relaxed and she felt her husband's breath behind her. She hadn't given him permission to lick her but he was so close and his breath made her ass wiggle in expectation for what was to come. "Would you mind if I watch mistress or would you like me to leave?" "How would a mistress answer Jenny? This is all new to me." "Well, if you wanted complete privacy then you'd ask me to leave but if you wanted to show the skills and obedience of your sub off to others then you'd allow me to stay. Personally I would hope that I do as I love to watch a sub tend to his lady. It's what a man is designed to do." "Stay then. He needs to learn is place should I want to be sexually tended to in public. He did well so far parading his bound cock around your store in front of others so I am sure he won't mind doing this in front of you. And besides, he is so gifted orally." "I will watch although I will be fingering myself too if you don't mind." "Not at all. I would be offended if you didn't. I want you to enjoy this as well." Jenny sat spread legged in the chair behind Katie. "Sub, eat her now," Jenny snapped now that she too was comfortable. Ken began to lick her ass while Jenny slipped her leather mini dress up over her hips and began to finger herself as she watched. Katie closed her eyes and relaxed, enjoying the feel of her husband's wet tongue caressing the crease of her ass. She allowed her body and mind to settle quietly even though she was in a foreign place with a near stranger sitting behind her watching. Yet she didn't care. All she wanted was to enjoy the lapping and stroking of her newly admitted sub on her ass. "Tongue fuck me." She said after tiring of his lapping at her crack. Ken responded as she wished, spreading her ass open wide with his hands he found her pucker with his tongue. It was tightly closed but he worked at it, slowly entering it again and again. In time, it too relaxed and he could fuck her as she ordered, extending the full length of his tongue in and out of her ass. She cooed with delight at the sensation of his tongue moving in and out of her ass. It was a feeling she absolutely loved. Jenny happened to be one that loved watching a man lick a woman from behind as well. Her view along with the sounds of Katie moaning and him lapping at her ass heightened her desire to cum. Jenny fingered her clit as her orgasm neared. She lifted her ass toward the ceiling, jerking her hips upward as she came loudly. Sweat beaded on her body as she cried out in delight. Katie smiled, when she heard Jenny cum knowing that her sub was pleasing not one, but two women now, yet he wasn't Jenny's. He as all hers Katie loved the attention he was giving her and Ken continued to respond as her body spoke to him. He worked on her ass and then played with her pussy with one hand, not fingering her, but just gently running his fingers over the soft outer lips of her labia, letting her know he would soon be giving them the attention they deserved. Her hips began to move to the duel stimulation of both her ass and cunt. His attention excited her. She responded by arching her back hard inviting him to feast on her pussy. He bent lower as she arched to meet him but he couldn't quite get to where he wanted to be. Her clit was out of reach. He lapped at her ass and lower part of her pussy but after becoming frustrated he turned his body completely around so that he faced away. He grabbed her legs with both hands and arched his head back as far as he could to lick the pussy that ached for his tongue. He stretched his body back exposing it fully to Jenny's view. He was kneeling, his ass resting on his heels, his knees spread wide, and his hips and back arching toward Jenny but focusing entirely on his mistress. His cock stood erect, bound in its harness, rock hard and jutting upward toward her face virtually begging for her attention. Katie, however, sensed his new position and responded to the pleasure that his tongue now was able to give. She moaned, her hips now moving to fuck his face. She moved her clit over his lips and open mouth and ground it down on him masturbating on his mouth. A small orgasm washed over her causing her to shutter. She rested for the moment and let him lap at her wetness, to drink of the juices that now flowed freely from her. She was soaking wet and passionately erotic. He brought her quickly to a second orgasm in which she screamed with delight. Jenny watched the two of them but especially him. She found his body position erotic. He was arched toward her, helpless, bound, but needing attention. Jenny wanted him. She had played with him all day but now she wanted him. She was tempted to sit on his cock but refrained - at least for now. His muscles glistened as sweat formed on his skin from the effort it took to maintain the awkward position he was in. Although he faced her and she was just a few feet away, he was unable to see her lust for him. Jenny could take it no longer. She kneeled in front of his bulging reddened cock that was pressing hard against the confines of the restrictor ring that she had put around it. She lathered her hand with saliva and stroked his shaft causing him to jump from the unexpected attention. He didn't know what to do. She had told him to keep his mouth shut but she was taking advantage of the situation. She sucked him deeply caring not about what he or his mistress thought. She wanted him and she was going to have him. Ken continued to eat Katie's pussy but it became increasingly hard to focus as Jenny sucked on him like an expert. Her mouth felt fantastic. She stroked his cock and massaged his balls. She skillfully stroked him while massaging the area of his prostate making the urge to cum impossible to stop. He tensed every muscle in his body, grunting into Katie's pussy and arching violently as he came forcefully into her mouth. She took his full load and swallowed. She was satisfied. She got what she wanted and when she wanted it. Pleased, she sat back on her heels while he continued to eat his mistress from below. She stroked his cock bringing him back to hardness once more. She knew what he was thinking but didn't care. He didn't matter to her. The thoughts of a sub never mattered to her. Yes, she knew that he had made a pledge to serve the Katie but he was also ordered by her to keep his mouth shut while he tended to his mistress. Jenny knew that. She knew she was forcing him to obey, not one, but two mistresses in a way he'd never think he'd have to obey. "This is good for him to wrestle with," Jenny thought, "very good. A sub needs to know his place when around other mistresses." Ken felt violated. He was violated. Or was he? "Has everything changed now, that I have pledged myself to be a sub?" He thought. This feeling of being used and being powerless to defend because of his pledge to Katie confused him. Right now, he didn't know what he was supposed to do. He loved Katie and hated Jenny, but both were mistresses and he had made a promise in the morning to serve. But his promise was to Katie not Jenny. Yet Katie told him to listen and obey Jenny soon after they walked into this room to be fitted for his harness. Was he to serve anyone, everyone now? He thought back over the past few hours. He had let Jenny have full access to his body and order him to do things he would have never of even thought of doing a day ago. He had knelt before a woman he never had seen and publically let her rub her pussy over his face in front of others. And now he had just let Jenny suck him to completion. He had so many thoughts as he stared into the ass of his mistress and licked her soft delicate pussy. He forced himself to put all this behind him, at least for now, and moaned once more as he thought of the woman he was serving. He tongue fucked her in a way he knew that she loved and heard her moan with pleasure as well. Jenny watched but the two of them as she stroked his cock. She was not done with him just yet. Finding one of the heavier metal balls she attached it to his ball harness and released the lock that held the ball-ring to his cock. A surge of pain shot through him as the weight pulled the ring tight against his sensitive testicles. They were still sore from being squeezed earlier. He gasped as the wave of pain surged in his loins. She pulled harder on the weight, caring nothing for his emotions. Her pull stretched him agonizingly so. The pain was almost unbearable each time Jenny tugged on the metal ball. She maintained her hold knowing that for him to reach back and eat Katie's pussy he'd have to deal with her pain. She sat waiting to see what choice he'd make. He pulled away from her as he ate Katie, letting the pain intensify in his balls. Tears ran down his face as he ate his mistress. He was hurting so badly but he could tell just how nice his attention to Katie was making her feel. Somehow he pushed the pain of Jenny's pull out of his mind and ate her as if nothing was wrong. Satisfied with the torment she had caused, and pleased with his response to the choices she presented him, she released the ball to swing freely between his knees. She stroked his cock as she watched him lick the pussy of his mistress. Tired of playing with him, she retreated to the chair and watched the scene continue to unfold before her hoping Katie would want more than just oral attention. Katie's hips moved harder and harder on his face as she came yet again, this time screaming as this orgasm brought her to an erotic height she had never been before. She could resist no longer and turned around to face him, and Jenny, taking his head and pulling it violently into her pussy. "Fuck me sub!" She hissed as she pulled on his face with both hands. "Fuck me like you know I want you to," she said fucking his face while he remained arched and hanging onto her legs for dear life. She fucked him as if he was nothing, yet as if he was the only one that could ever satisfy her sexual and emotional wants and longings. Jenny watched now as the two mistresses faced one another. Jenny caressed her body and spread her legs wider for Katie to see. She spread apart the folds of her labia revealing the soft pink inner lining of her labia. Jenny sunk her finger deep into her pussy and fucked herself while she kept her cunt wide open to Katie's view. Katie watched, mesmerized by Jenny's seductive movements and the feel of her cunt as she ground it into the face of Ken below her. Katie watched Jenny fuck herself a moment longer. She looked delicious but she wanted him. Pulling her sub to a standing position, she turned him around and grabbed his cock. Her pull caused the weight to lurch forward and shoot a pain through his balls. "Fuck me! She said more forcefully. I want you to fuck me!" She grabbed his cock and brought it to her entrance as Ken slammed it hard into her. She gasped as he entered. He cried out in a muffled whimper as the weight lurched forward again pulling on his sensitive nuts. She grabbed his hips and made him pump her wildly. She arched back over the table while holding onto his hips as he pumped her. Every thrust of his cock into her felt both erotic and painful. He had never seen her quite like this, so wanting of his him, and he had never felt so much pain during sex. Each thrust swung the weight painfully back and forth between his legs. He was hurting so badly yet he knew that he had to please her. It is what she wanted; what she needed; what he pledged to do. He could tell just how much she ached for an orgasm with him deep inside her. Little did she know what her sub was feeling from Jenny's mischievous ploy. Katie's breathing intensified. She bit her lip and pulled at his hair forcing his head back as he fucked her. She scratched his back with one, then both hands, as her orgasm reached its climax and came with a shriek. "Ohhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhh Ken. Aggggggghhh," she cried out again. She pulled him in tight one last time and gasped as wave after wave of her orgasm filled her mind. Ken came as well, releasing his warm cum inside her swollen pussy. She felt his load inside her as sweat covered his skin, Pushing him down by the shoulders without speaking she guided his face to her pussy to lick her clean. He knelt, holding her thigh with one hand, and the weight with the other as his cum found its way into his mouth. He swallowed the salty cream she had given back to him without resisting. His balls ached but he kept his pain to himself as he licked her to yet one more orgasm. Jenny finally stood and walked to them. Spreading her legs she pressed her cunt against the back of his head as he licked Katie quietly. Jenny ran her hand through Katie's hair. The two women were both sweating. Both had cum several times; and both were feeling quite erotic for the activities of the past several minutes. Jenny pulled the snaps apart to Katie's dress exposing her heavy breasts. She ran her hands over them, fondling them, groping them, squeezing them affectionately. She played with her nipples, pinching and pulling them until they were hard and erect. "Nice tits. You sure you don't want to be mine?" She released her halter strap, letting the dress fall to her waist. She grabbed Katie's hands and brought them to her own breasts running them over her voluptuous mounds. Katie's hands opened feeling the firm softness of them and Jenny let her fondle them knowing how beautiful her own body was and must feel to this woman now touching her. The Cabin Ch. 03 Thanks again to Kirk2004 for his most needed and patient editing. Thank you, Kirk! ~*~*~ Michael tells Katherine about the Cabin "You're going to have to tell me sooner or later, Kit. Why don't you just get it out so we can get past it and enjoy a couple of days here?" His voice was soft, caring, loving. "There's nothing to tell. Leave me alone. Damn you, I want to go home." "Sir," he reminded, demanded. "What?" Katherine's brow furrowed. "Damn you, I want to go home, SIR!" Michael had reached his limit. Nothing he had done, not the bondage the night before, not the sex this morning, changed the situation. Kit still wouldn't tell him what was wrong. With the discovery of the scar, Michael felt his frustration rise even more. What secret was she keeping and why? "Sir?" Michael pulled her out of her chair, pushed her to the living room, bent her backwards over the coffee table, and cuffed her wrists and ankles to each of the four corners. She struggled like a wildcat, kicking and screaming, but the outcome was the same. She was overpowered. She wasn't going anywhere. When he was finished, Michael sat on the edge of the couch leaning over her his anger abating. She was breathing so hard her breasts were like two beautiful islands in a storm tossed sea. With each gasp she took and each time she exhaled, they rose and fell. Her robe had come open during the struggle and hung loose down the sides of the table. She was open and vulnerable. Michael thought she looked like something out of a very erotic movie and totally scrumptious. He waited out her screams until she realized she was defeated and the screams weren't fazing him. "Because of last night and this morning, I thought maybe you'd be more willing to calmly discuss our marital problems, but I can see I was wrong. I've been way too easy on you, and that's going to change. "First of all every time you forget to call me sir, you will receive a whack on your ass with my belt. Do you understand?" Hatred replaced the fear in Katherine's vivid emerald eyes, pure unadulterated hatred. Michael didn't let the look bother him. He knew when he started this last ditch effort to find out what changed between them, there would be only two possible outcomes. They would work out the problem, or Katherine would divorce him. Either way, he would find out the truth. "Let me go." "Do you understand?" She hissed out a yes, but when he reached for the belt she quickly spat out, 'Yes, Sir'. "Better. Remember this lesson because I'm through giving second chances. Last night you asked me why I never told you about this cabin and why I was thinking about selling it. I told you I would tell you later. I think now is a good time. "You never met my brother Evan. He died before I met you. Evan was eleven years older than I. Although I'd never been up to the cabin, hell, I didn't even know much about it, except Evan went to 'the cabin' with dad once a month when I was still a kid. Dad said I that was 'too young for the man stuff'. "Anyway I inherited this cabin jointly with Evan with rights of survivorship when dad died, although I didn't know it at the time. I remember when I was young I would ask about it, because Evan got to come up here with dad, and mom would say something about 'that damn cabin' or 'that evil place'. It would always upset her so I quit asking. "My father died of cancer when I was almost fifteen. When I turned eighteen, Evan brought me here for the first time as my birthday present. On the way up he told me dad used this place as his Bondage and Domination hideaway for training, punishment, and, of course, pleasure. Mostly his pleasure, dad's that is. Towards the end of his life, dad got pretty violent. A girl was hospitalized after one incident. She almost died. I don't know for sure, but I think dad's involvement with bondage and domination, perhaps S/M, was what caused his and mom's divorce. I think it's possible dad practiced on mom here in the early years of his fascination with that life style. That would explain her calling this cabin an evil place. "Anyway, as I said, my first time up here was when Evan brought me. It was Evan, Evan's friend Jack, three girls, and me." "Julie's in training, Mike, my boy," Evan explained. "You're going to help." He turned his head slightly and said, "Present." Julie, sitting at Evan's feet, immediately stood and undressed. She moved to stand directly in front of Evan, put her hands behind her bowed head, and spread her legs. Evan asked her several questions. I was so surprised I couldn't focus on what he said, only how she answered, 'yes, sir' to each question. Evan chuckled at my shock, and then said, "Kneel." Julie again responded instantly, and knelt in front of Evan. This time her hands, palms up, rested on her thighs; she knees were widely spread, and her shaved mound quite visible. Evan reached forward, started fondling Julie's breasts, and then explained to her that it was my eighteenth birthday and she was to give me the best blowjob I ever had. Julie crawled over to me, and had my zipper down before I could even respond. Evan laughed out loud this time. "Relax, Mike, my boy. Enjoy." I was in such shock I couldn't push her away, and then she had her mouth around my semi-hard cock. In about two seconds flat I forgot all about my brother and Jack watching. My cock sprung to life. Michael smiled, as memories of his first visit here whirled around like little flashes of lightening. He leaned down, he kissed Katherine's brow, cupped her breast, and, almost absently, gently ran the pad of his thumb over her nipple. Katherine started pulling at her restraints and Michael 'shh'ed her and continued. "I have to tell you, Kit, I really got sucked in. This domination thing was exciting, and I kind of liked some of the bondage and even a bit of the discipline, too. Evan had a sub named Julie that I really fell for. And to have a woman at your beck and call and be able to take her whenever the mood hit was a real turn on for an eighteen year old boy with raging hormones. "At first I came every month or so. I was in my second year of college when I saw him really punish one of his 'slaves'. I saw Marcy, Julie, or one of the other ones get a little 'discipline' as Evan called it. Hell, I'd even used the whip or flogger on occasion. At first it was a real high, but then I saw this girl disciplined and brutally punished. Evan didn't do it. He had his friend Jack do it. Evan like his sex a little rough and enjoyed showing his dominate side, but his wasn't into torture; that wasn't his thing. After I saw Jack tear into that girl, I knew it would never be my thing either. "Later I found out that Jack was a kind of a sub/dom. He was submissive to Evan but dominated the females when Evan let him. Jack was kind of like Evan's first lieutenant. Jack did all the heavy discipline, but Evan was there to control him and stop him if things got out of hand. After watching him that night, I knew that if Evan hadn't been there, that girl would have ended up in the hospital like the girl dad had beaten up so badly. "That night the cabin became the 'evil place' mom talked about. Just because Evan didn't actually administer the punishment but instead allowed Jack to do it, didn't absolve him from responsibility. I didn't come back for about a year. I was afraid I would become my father or Jack, and who would stop me if things got out of hand? As I got older and wiser, I knew I'd never be like that, and occasionally I'd come back up here but never as often as I did during those first couple of years. "Five years ago Evan was in an auto accident that took his life and that of the girl with him. He was on his way up here when the accident happened. The girl with him was Julie. Both were killed instantly. Evan was only thirty-eight. "At the time he only had two subs, Julie and Marcy. He married Marcy, but Julie was still his sub too. Cheryl, the girl I saw brutalized, left Evan for another 'Master'. It seemed that she wanted to be beaten and Evan refused to do it anymore so she found someone who would. I have no idea where she is today. "Evan kicked Jack out before his death because he wanted to be more violent with Julie and Marcy than Evan would allow. Maybe Evan realized allowing Jack to punish and discipline the girls by inflicting pain or whatever was no different than doing it himself, and finally he couldn't justify it anymore. I don't know for sure, but that's what I think must have happened knowing Evan. I heard Jack died of a drug overdose a few years ago. "Marcy loved my brother. She lives quietly in the house she and Evan shared with Julie. I haven't seen her since Evan died but talk to her a couple of times a year. "So now, darling, you know the history of the cabin. Almost everything here was modified and can be used in domination games some way. The table you're on right now is of very heavy wood and can't be broken by someone with your strength. With the proper restraints attached to it like the ones you're wearing, you'll never be able to free yourself. Look around. All of the furniture is heavy like this table. I've seen women tied to almost every piece of furniture and in every conceivable way. There are eyebolts and/or rings in strange places but you just don't notice them at first because they're hidden or well camouflaged or part of the décor. See that cabinet over there? Beautiful isn't it." As Michael continued talking, he walked over to it. He knew Kit could see him open the cabinet door. "This cabinet holds all kinds of toys, cuffs and belts, ropes and chains, vibrators, butt plugs and clamps. Have you ever had nipple clamps on, Kitten? No? Well." Michael picked out a pair of rubber-coated clamps and walked back to Kit. "No," she screamed and struggled against her restraints. "You can't; I won't let you. No, don't." Her voice with laced with panic. "Now, baby, how are you going to stop me when I've already told you that you can't get loose? In your new slave status, you'll do what I say. These are really just beginner clamps kind of like training wheels on your first two-wheeler." He rubbed her nipple between his finger and thumb while talking and then put the first one on. Kit gasped but Michael knew that, although he had tightened it enough so it wouldn't fall off, the clamp wouldn't cause any real pain. A slight discomfort maybe, a constant reminder that they were there. "We'll work up to others as we go along," he said with a smile. Clip. The other clamp was on. "See how you feel it when I pull this chain. Some clamps are serrated and can cause a lot of pain. Don't make me use that kind, Kitten. Some clamps go other places." He reached down and ran his finger over her clitoris to make his point. "Oh, there are whips in the cabinet too. Cat-o-nine tale whips and flogger whips, which are my personal preference. There's one that has nice rubber strands that can have quite a sting and leave the slave with a pretty pink bottom. Oh, and there are several kinds of paddles, too. I think I'll just go over and pick one out." "No Michael. No. Please. Why are you doing this?" Michael got back up, went to the cabinet, and picked out a long-handled nipple/clit paddle he purchased at the adult store on the way up last week to replace what he knew he would be throwing out. He had to chuckle. Actually, he'd spend about $200.00 on toys he thought he might need this weekend. Toys that had never been used on another body and probably would never be used again after this weekend, but they would be well worth the expense if he got her to talk to him. By the time he returned to her, she was struggling and screaming again. He picked up the chain and gave it a gentle tug. She immediately stopped moving. "Good. You're learning, Kitten. Why am I doing this? You know why. I've told you what you wanted to know so now you're going to tell me what I want to know." He caressed her beautiful body that was completely open and uncovered. "Michael, don't. Please don't." "Ah, Kitten, we're just starting." He pulled the paddle up through her wet labia to her clit and lingered there. "See, baby, how easy I can hit this tender little spot? Evan taught me well. I haven't used the skill for a long time. I might get too rough like Jack use to, but your screams for mercy will only let me know you're okay. It's when you become unconscious that I have to worry." Kit's sobs were hard to ignore, but he knew he wouldn't hurt her and kept a blank face. He hadn't lost one bit of his 'skill,' and he knew he'd never hurt her like Jack not only could, but would just for the excitement he'd feel if he had a girl in the same position. He lightly touched the scar. "Now, Kitten, how did you get this?" "Please, Michael, don't." Light slap on her clitoris with the paddle. "No, Michael. Please." Another slap. Sobs. Another slap. Continued sobs. Another slap with a little more force. Michael leaned down again by Kit's head. He tenderly caressed her cheek. "Kit, I can hit much harder." He pulled his finger through her slit. "I guess that's what I'll have to do. It seems you like this too much. You've been holding out, love. Look how wet you are." He brought the paddle down again with a bit more force. Kit was nearly hysterical and was racking with sobs. Michael knew it wasn't from the pain of the paddle. He had hardly touched her. It was the battle to keep the secret of the scar. Michael bent down, brushed her hair away from her eyes, and kissed her tenderly on her forehead. "Kit, tell me. I'm going to find out. We won't go home until I do. You wouldn't believe the horror I can inflict with the equipment here. I don't want to. It's not me, but I will; and in the end you'll tell me. It can't be that bad. Something has happen. If divorce is what you want after this weekend, fine. I'll give you a divorce, but, I swear, I'll know the reason things changed between us. I'll know about this scar, and I'll know what you're not telling me." Michael continued to caress Kit's face, and her tears calmed to a manageable level. Her breaths came in gasps. Finally, she was able to control herself. "Tell me, Kit." Silence. He used the paddle again, adding a little more force. She continued to glare at him, but with the third more forceful tap her body involuntarily arched and a startled moan escaped her lips. Michael wasn't expecting that. He slipped two of his fingers into her and her inner muscles grabbed him, pulling him in farther. He was shocked; she was having an orgasm. Her breathing was thick and heavy, and then her body went limp. Before he could recover to say anything, she started crying, but not like before. Her body heaved in sobs. Finally, in between sobs she cried out that she would tell him the truth. "Please, Michael, let me up and I'll tell you. Then I won't have to ask for a divorce. You'll want one. Please let me up." "If this is a trick, Kitten, you'd better think things through again. I'll bend you over that table and use a paddle on you bottom. You won't sit down for a week. Understand?" Obliviously the pussy paddle had given her pleasure. What would the much larger more painful ass paddle do? Pleasure? He doubted it. "Yes...sir." Michael smiled and started removing the restraints. "I guess I'll have to take these off, too, and you look so pretty in them." Michael pulled gently on the chain attached to the nipple clamps. He was surprised that she had had an orgasm with really very little stimulation but never showed his surprise. He did hope, though, that they would get a chance to discuss it later. For right now he chalked it up to stress of telling her secret and fear of the unknown. "If this is a trick the next ones I put on won't be as sweet as these." "I know...sir." Michael was ready to hear what had changed their marriage from a storybook love to a living hell, but he had a moment of doubt too. The only thing he could think of that Katherine would keep from him was an affair. The thought of her sleeping with another man made him sick, but either way he had to know. He couldn't continue any longer in this marriage the way it was. ~*~*~ Coming -- Kit tells Michael the truth The Cabin Ch. 04 The sun shone brightly through the great room window, casting soft morning light onto three sleeping bodies and so began Day 4. I opened my eyes to soft morning light. Stretching I realized that I was sandwiched between two very warm, naked bodies. In the fireplace the embers smoldered, softly glowing. My stretching moved my body along Russ' chest, our skin rubbing. As I attempted to roll to my back, I found Eric snuggled behind me, his body wedged tightly. My movements awakened them both. Both sleepy-eyed, they reached out with warm hands to gently caress my breasts and tummy. Eric glanced over at the clock and cursed quietly. "Damm, Russ, we are going to be late for that meeting. We've got to get up and go... now." My sigh was unheard as they both rustled under the blanket to get off the floor. "Gina, can we get a quick shower?" Eric asked. "Of course, you can. Go, I'll make some coffee." I replied as I pulled the blanket over me and got off the floor. The guys quickly headed for the bathroom and soon I heard the water running. I gathered up their clothes and slipped into the bathroom as Russ showered and Eric brushed his teeth. It's a good thing I keep extra toiletries! Handing Eric a couple of towels, I received a quick but passionate kiss from Eric just as Russ stepped out of the tub. Eric tossed a towel to Russ and stepped into the tub for his quick shower. I watched as Russ dried his magnificent body. As he rubbed the towel over his abdomen, I could barely restrain from offering my assistance. Instead I gave him a quick kiss, a new toothbrush and headed for the kitchen and the promised coffee. From the kitchen, I heard the water turn off and quiet talking between the two. With the coffee brewing, I made my way to the least used room this trip, the bedroom. As I slipped on my robe, my mind wandered to chores that needed to be done this day. A trip into town is in order for groceries. The cabin needed to be opened up and aired out...the smell of sex was prevalent throughout. Smiling I heard the guys moving into the great room and, pulling my robe closed, I followed them into the room. As I entered they both turned and smiled. Looking very content and rested, they crossed the floor to me. Russ stepped up and his lips brushed mine as I felt his whisper, "We have a meeting; neither of us wants to go, but we need to finalize the big deal." I looked up into his beautiful gray eyes and smiled. "I know you have to go. I have to take care of some things as well. Would you like to come back tonight for dinner and maybe a hot tub?" I asked. "I will be here and bring the wine. Do you want to ask Eric to join us?" Russ whispered. "I would love for both of you to have dinner with me," was my answer. Turning to face Eric, I reached out with one hand to him. As he took my hand and slipped up close to me, I asked, "Will you join us for dinner tonight, Eric?" His smile lit his face from lips to eyes. "Oh, yes, I would love to!" Raising my hand to his lips, he kissed it then turned and said, "Russ, if we don't go now, you are not going to be able to get me out of here!" Glancing down, I saw that the front of his jeans has begun to lose its normal shape. Laughing I told them both, "Go on to your meeting, make the deal and I'll see you both tonight!" I called after them as they headed out the front door, "And bring some wine. I'll get steaks!" Quiet settled over the cabin, as I wandered back to the kitchen to refill my coffee. Cup in hand, I pulled open the sliding glass door and stepped out to the warmth of the sun-drenched deck. A gentle breeze kissed my cheek and ruffled my hair. Smiling I thought about preparations for the evening, as I relaxed and drank in the view of the valley beyond the deck. Finishing my coffee, I returned to the kitchen, washed and put away the cups and the plates from last night. In the living room, I paused to open the lower windows to let fresh air into the room. Giggling, I realized just how much the room smelled of sex. Three days and nights of raw sex does tend to leave its mark in the air. With a sigh, I straightened the pillows and then folded the blanket over the sofa. A quick dusting of tables and the wood floor and the great room shone in the sunlight. On the way to the shower, I stopped in the bedroom and giggled again that the bed hasn't been slept in for two days. I grabbed up jeans and a shirt and made my way to the bath. Still damp from their showers, I gathered up towels as I turned the faucet on to run my shower. As the water heated, I tossed the towels into the washer along with several items. I'll wait to run it after I finish my shower. Stepping into the tub, I immersed myself in the steady stream of hot water. It cascaded over my head to run down my body. Shampooing my hair, the aroma of soft lilac soothed and relaxed me. Thoughts of two new men in my life quickly filtered through my mind. Like a flash back I could feel their hands on my body. Almost instantly I feel myself tighten and begin a steady pulse. I can't believe how turned on I get just thinking about them, I think to myself. Even as that thought flits through my brain, I remembered the plans for the evening. I pushed down any thoughts of self-gratification, giggling at my excitement. Quickly I finished up my shower and dried my hair. Getting dressed for my supply run, I grabbed a t-shirt and jeans. The top was a bit tight but it fit so well and besides, I enjoy wearing it braless. My nipples show through the soft material and it makes for some rather interesting glances. After a light application of make up, I ran the brush through my hair, leaving it hanging loose and straight. As I gathered my purse and keys and the grocery list, a quick look around the cabin assured me that it was ready for tonight. The drive to the little nearby town was pleasant. As I approached the town, I remembered just how small and quaint it is. Turning off the main road and into an open area for parking, I pulled up close to the General Store. Everything that a person could possibly need can be gotten at this little Mom and Pop run store. With my list in hand, I opened the door to the tinkle of a little bell. Just inside I found a basket and started my way to the back counter. Mr. Turner who has to be nearing 70 years old greeted me with a wide grin. "Afternoon, Miss Gina. It's good to see you again. What's it been, about two years since you been up to the cabin?" "Hello, Mr. Turner, it's great to see you too! Yes, I was so busy with work last year I missed getting here. How is Mrs. Turner, by the way?" "She's as good as ever," he laughed. "She'll be back in a bit. She had to go out to see about a friend of hers. What can I get for you, Miss Gina?" "I need three nice steaks. I'm going to get some baking potatoes and stuff for salad too, so please take your time" I said. I turned to the produce section, a counter about the size of a kitchen table that held baskets of fresh lettuce, onions, potatoes, tomatoes and even some red cabbage. As I was making my selection, I heard the door bell tinkle. Curiosity made me look and I was surprised to see my friend and real estate agent, Mandy, as she walked in the door, smiling. "I thought that was you I saw drive up, Gina." Mandy called out as she crossed the small store. "How the heck are you, my friend?" I put down my basket and turned to embrace my long time friend. "You look wonderful, Gina. Life is treating you very well indeed!" I laughed and replied, "Not life so much as a couple of very wonderful days at the cabin! Thank you for getting everything ready for me again this year. I don't know what I'd do without you." "It's what I do, girlfriend" Mandy said. "I heard you met my brother, Russ. He had some excellent things to say about 'my friend' and how he really has enjoyed getting to know you." Smiling I answered, "Mandy, your brother is a wonderful man, who by the way is coming over for dinner tonight. Do you think maybe you could join us? His friend Eric will be there as well." "Oh, I'd love to, Gina. I'm finished for the day and if you don't have anything else planned I could help you finish your shopping. We can go by my place and I'll change into something more appropriate for dinner!" Mandy excitedly replied. "Mandy, that is an excellent idea. I'm almost done here. Why don't you go grab something to wear and you can change at the cabin. We can soak in the hot tub and then shower and dress for dinner. Meet me at the car when you get done?" "It'll take me maybe 10 minutes, Gina. Can I bring anything from my house? "Not a thing but yourself! Your brother and Eric are bringing wine. Go. I'll see you in ten!" I said as I picked up another potato and added additional salad fixings. As I turned back to the counter, Mr. Turner just smiled. "I'll get another steak, Miss Gina, don't you worry!" Laughing, I unloaded my basket on the checkout counter as he came from the back of the store with the steaks. As he approached he reached up for a bottle of wine. Puzzled, I looked my question at him. He just chuckled and said, "Well, you never know about young men these days. They mean well and try to remember but just in case, I'll donate this bottle to your dinner party." My laughter rang through the store again as I packed my own sack with supplies. "Thank you, Mr. Turner. You are the best. Please give my regards to your lovely wife." When he came around the counter to hand me the sack, I kissed him on his wrinkled cheek and was rewarded with a blush of crimson. "You, Miss Gina, are a breath of fresh air. It is always good to see you!" Smiling, I crossed to the door and out into the bright noon sun. Just as I reached the car, I heard a horn and saw Mandy pull up. In just a minute I had the groceries loaded into the back seat and I drove off with Mandy following right behind. The drive to the cabin was quick. As I parked by the front, Mandy pulled in and to the side of my car. When she got out of her car, I heard her exclaim, "Gina, I had forgotten just how beautiful it is here." Smiling my agreement, we gathered the grocery sacks and opened the front door. I tossed my keys and purse to the table and Mandy dropped her overnight bag to the floor. We crossed the great room to the kitchen, laughing and talking since we hadn't seen each other for over a year. Putting the groceries away went quickly and I asked Mandy to pour us sodas while I checked the hot tub for temperature. With a quick trip to the bathroom, I grabbed two big towels and headed for the deck. Sliding open the door, Mandy was right behind me. The afternoon sun was pleasant, not too hot and the soft breeze made it quite comfortable. As I opened the top on the tub, Mandy set the sodas down on the little side table. Then she lifted the hem of her tee shirt and pulled it up and over her head. As she tossed it to the deck, I thought how wonderful it was to see her again. It had been so long. She smiled as she saw me watching her and with a silly seductive wiggle she opened her jeans and slid both hands down her front, leaning forward so her tits hung and almost popped out of her bra. We both laughed remembering other strip tease moves that we had used to amuse each other in the past. Turning away I unzipped my jeans and slid them to my ankles, kicking them off. My panties were pushed up tight into the crack of my ass so I bent over and wiggled it at her. Her laughter made me look at her between my legs, and that set her off again. Soon we were both half naked sitting on the side of the tub with tears running down our faces. "Gina, I have missed you," Mandy said. "I've missed the fun we had together, Mandy" was my breathy answer. I reached and ran the back of my hand across the top of her breast. That movement caught her breath and I felt her tremble. I slid my hand inside her bra and cupped her, so soft and firm in my hand. My fingers gently trailed under and around until her nipple was centered in my palm. Her nipple went instantly hard and puckered. I slipped my hand out and leaned in with both hands around to the back and flicked the catch. Slowly I raised my hands to her shoulders and slid the straps down each arm. Tugging gently I pulled it all the way off and tossed it into the growing pile of clothes on the deck. I sat back and gazed at her perfect breasts. Her breasts were smaller than mine but so wonderfully firm, they reached out to offer themselves to my hands. Like a magnet my hands were drawn to them, to caress and then roll the nipples between my thumbs and fingers. Small sounds were coming from her throat so I bent forward and slipped a nipple into my mouth, raising the volume of the sounds to a moan. As I sucked, Mandy ran one hand through my hair and with the other pushed my tee shirt up and over my bra. Flicking it one-handed, she managed to release the clasp and pull it to the front. My large D-cup tits escaped the confines of my bra and her hand cupped and then squeezed. Now my moans joined hers in the quiet afternoon air. "Mandy," I whisper. "Gina," she answers. "Lets get naked and into the tub. I want to continue what we've started," was all I could manage to say. "I'm right behind you, Gina," she giggled. Standing, she shed her jeans and panties in no time. I stood and the bra just fell off, and before I could start, Mandy reached over and pulled my panties down past my knees. I let her slip them off my ankles before I could trip on them. "God, Gina, I'd almost forgotten how beautiful you are." I looked up into her eyes and could feel the blush as it crawled up my chest to my cheeks. Chuckling, Mandy took my hand and pulled me close. Our tits brushed...then mashed together as she pulled me tight to her body for a kiss. Our lips moved as one...we pressed in harder and our hands began to roam. Breaking that long kiss, we both gasped for air. I stepped back creating some space between us. I turned and stepped into the tub, ducking down to wet my heated body up to my neck. Standing I held out my hand to my friend. As our hands clasp, Mandy stepped into the tub and wet her body in the same way, then sat back on the side of the tub with just her legs in the water. I see my opening and smile. Leaning in, I opened her legs with my body as I kissed her lightly on the lips. My lips brushed her cheeks, across her forehead, both eyes then her nose until I found myself back at the beginning and then moved on to the hollow of her neck. Stretching out long she gave me complete access. My lips trailed long wet lines from the center out to the shoulder, back in from the arm and down to the top of the breast. Mandy's breath quickened. As my lips traveled wetly along the top line of her firm breast, I could feel her chest heaving. At the center, I pressed my face into her valley of flesh and my hands cupped the outsides of her; I buried my lips and pressed with my tongue and my reward was a moan. Sliding my hands down along her sides, I pulled her ass to the edge of the tub. My lips descended in a line from the center of her beautiful breasts down and around her belly button. As I circled it, Mandy wiggled. Dipping my tongue into its center, I plunged it in and out like a small dick. Mandy gasped and writhed. Slowly I slid my tongue out and down. Licking as I traveled to the top of her mound, I lapped at her firm soft tummy. I slid to the outside and along her hip; down and lapped at her thigh. Along that muscle to her knee then in and up; up until I reached that junction of leg and torso. I stopped to kiss and, looking up, I see Mandy's eyes smiling down at me. Quickly I moved in, dragging my tongue directly across her clit. Abrupt and deliberate, my move caused Mandy to jump, pressing her pussy into my face. I flicked out my tongue and licked. Running it down the outside of her lips, and then across the lower junction, I slid up the other side. "My god, Gina, you are making me crazy. Please suck me," she cried out. It was just what I intended to do. Sealing my lips around her pussy, my tongue lashing back and forth across her wet opening, I locked my lips tightly around her and sucked. Pulling her hot wet lips into my mouth, I lavished them with abandon. Soon she was bucking so hard, I had to hold her by the hips to keep from getting hurt. With no hesitation, I licked and sucked, pushing Mandy closer and closer to that wonderful edge. She cried out just as I felt her tighten. I surrounded her clit with my mouth and held it firmly. As her body began to shake, I felt her clit throb and spasm and I pulled it completely into my mouth; sucking and holding her until her orgasm subsided, slowly licking all the juices that escaped her wet pussy. "Mandy, you taste divine," I said, trying to catch my breath and straighten up. I slid up to brush my lips across hers. Kissing, we shared her taste, then I slipped down into the tub and lean back against the side of the tub. With my head thrown back, I savored her taste as my breathing returned to normal. "I have missed you!" "I have missed you as well, Gina!" Mandy softly whispered as her breathing slowed. She slipped over the edge of the tub and close to my side. Turning, we kissed again, our tongues dancing along each other's lips. I felt her hands caress along the sides of my breasts. With a huge sigh, I said, "As much as I would love to do this....we need to continue this later, girlfriend. We've got two extremely sexy men coming for dinner and we need to prepare!" I hit the button turning on the jets and let the hot water begin it's soothing of tense muscles. "Let's just relax for a minute before we have to get out and get ready. Your brother and Eric should be coming back soon." After 10 minutes of intense bubble therapy, I stood and let the water cascade off and back into the tub. Stepping out, I grabbed a towel, wrapping myself in soft terrycloth. Across the deck I went, calling over my shoulder, "First shower is mine and then I'll start dinner prep. Hang out until I finish then you can shower and get pretty for the boys!" The water in the shower was hot and steamy as I lathered and rinsed my hair and my body. Scented soap soothes my mind and relaxes me. Stepping out of the tub, drying my hair and wiping the mirror, I am startled to see Mandy standing in the doorway, smiling. "You are still the most beautiful woman I've ever met, Gina." "Oh, Mandy, you make me blush with words like that. Now get in here and get a shower while I get dressed and then you can help me get started on dinner." Mandy stepped into the tub as I gathered up hair brush and closed the door on my way out. In the bedroom, I found silk pajama pants and a small tee top. Brushing my hair to a lustrous copper shine, I slipped on black strappy sandals and headed for the kitchen. Preparations for dinner were simple: steaks ready for the grill, potatoes precooked in the microwave and ready for roasting. As I started preparing the salad, Mandy popped into the room dressed in an ankle length silk skirt trimmed in satin with a matching satin sash top. "Heavens, Mandy, you will drive the guys crazy wearing that!" I laughed as she filled a bucket with ice for the wine. "Like they won't have a second glance for you, Gina? That is one hot outfit you have on!" Mandy laughed as she got plates, salad bowls and silverware to set the table. Lights flashed from the front window. "I think Russ and Eric are here. Do you want me to go let them in?" "Please and see if your brother remembered the wine!" I called out as I stepped out to the deck to light the grill. As I returned to the kitchen, I was greeted by Russ grinning and holding a bottle of wine. "Do you want this in the ice now or for later? And by the way, you are beautiful!" The Cabin Ch. 04 This is a continuation of a series on Katie and Ken. Chapter four continues the story a year after chapter three ended. In chapters one and two, Ken asks Katie to serve as the Dominant partner in their relationship and she agrees to do so. Chapter three highlights a scene in which Katie both learns more about herself as a Domme and stretches her husband to submit just a bit more to her. Chapter four picks up a year later. I hope you enjoy the read. There is much dialog here and not just a story filled with one sex scene after another as I wanted the reader to understand the psyche of the characters and not just describe sex again and again. I would encourage you to read the earlier chapters to get a feel for where this couple is relationally. I welcome your comments. * Ken looked into the den where Katie sat staring intently at the laptop as he walked past and into the kitchen. "We need to talk," she said flatly. "In a minute, I'm going to wash my hands." "No! You and I need to talk now!" Her anger stirring. "What's wrong Katie?" "Just sit down. I am so pissed at you. I can't believe what you've been doing behind my back." Ken could feel the heat building inside him when he realized from the tone of her voice and what she was doing that he must not have shut the computer down last night. "She's going to kill me," he thought. He obeyed, sitting opposite her wondering just how much she knew. "What have you been doing on the web Ken?" "Nothing. Just checking emails and looking at the usual sports and news sites that I always keep a check on." "Don't lie to me! Tell me now what you've been doing on here when I have been out of the house?" "Katie?" He pleaded. Katie crossed the room to sit next to him. Opening the laptop she thrust it in front of him, letting him stare at his 'friends' on a website she had just learned he had been frequenting. Ken burned with embarrassment and guilt. He couldn't believe he forgot to log-off last evening before going to bed. "This! What the hell is this? Who are these women? Who is this Susan lady that you've been sending messages to?" Katie fired one question at him after another. She was furious and all she got in return was an expressionless stare from her husband. "I'm sorry Katie," he finally said. "I really am. I was just talking to these people." "You mean these women! All of whom are about your age, mind you." "Yes, they are all women, but it was just talk, nothing more." "Get out of here. Go sleep somewhere else tonight. I am so disappointed and hurt by what you've done. I can't believe it." "Katie?" He pleaded again. "Please, let's talk." She stood staring at him, furious, but considering his proposal. Shaking her head in disgust, she agreed to at least hear him out -- for now at least. "OK, we'll talk but you better answer every question that I have honestly or you are out of here tonight." Katie and Ken had married a few years ago, after leaving unhappy marriages. They were a middle-age couple in their 50's that had discovered love once more. Ironically, they met through this very same website, so they were both familiar with the potential that there was for things to develop into more than just online chatting with someone living a thousand miles away. That is what hurt Katie so badly. She felt betrayed. She was betrayed; if for nothing more than because he was on here without her knowledge. She felt a mixture of anger and hurt. Pacing back and forth she didn't know if she should smack him across the face or just cry. "Why? Why did you do this?" She pleaded, her eyes filling with tears. "I did it just because I wanted to have a little fun, that's all," he said sheepishly. "Fun?" She shouted. "What does that ring on your finger mean? Does that ring mean you can have fun with.... what are there, 35 friends, and do it without telling me? What's gotten into you?" "Nothing has gotten into me. I told you I've done nothing more than just write and you can read everything there." "Oh believe me, I will. I've read some of it already, and you know what? I don't like that you say 'love Ken' when you sign off to Susan. You didn't say it to the others that I've read. What is it about Susan?" "Katie, there's nothing. It's just that I've talked with her more than the others and felt comfortable enough flirting a bit with her. It didn't go anywhere. It isn't going anywhere." "No it's not. It's not going anywhere because if it is, you and I are through. So you need to make a choice right now." "What?" "Are you going to get off that site right now or not?" "I will. Give me the laptop and I'll delete my account." Katie handed him the computer and while he waited for the website to open and was about to close the account when she suddenly grabbed it back. "No. You don't get off that easy." She paused as she thought through her sudden impulse. "You know what? You aren't going to close this account yet. I'm going to write every one of those women first and then you can close it." "Why?" "Because they have a right to know the real you and I intend to tell them." She laid the computer out of his reach and continued to question him regarding his motives and the frequency in which he spent time on the web messaging. Because his job necessitated traveling often, Katie questioned him at length about his alone time away from home and whether or not these were women he was seeing while away. He reassured her that he hadn't ever friended anyone to set up a meeting and that there was indeed nothing more to these relationships then what she saw on the screen. He tried to put her mind at ease explaining that although he had corresponded with several women fairly frequently, he had no intention of ever meeting them. His only desire was to talk and make friends. "So when you are away, you don't lay in bed thinking about them and masturbate?" Katie!" He responded feeling attacked and insulted. "Answer my question. I've seen you jerk off in the bathroom before, so I know you do that. Do you lie in bed and masturbate thinking about Susan or one of the other women? "No." "Never?" "Never what?" "Never masturbate?" "Yes, I've jerked off while away, but if I ever thought of anyone, it was always you - never them. I told you, there is nothing going on here. You are making this whole thing bigger than what it is. They are just online acquaintances, nothing more." "Don't you remember how we met? Did you forget so quickly? We were just online acquaintances too," she said, making quotation marks with her hands as she said 'acquaintances'. "We started off just like you started off with those 35 women and that scares me." He just looked at her, trying to make sense of all of this but said nothing. "Ken, where did things go wrong?" She asked still fuming. "What do you mean? I still love you Katie just as much as I've ever loved you. Nothing has changed." "I think things have changed. Wasn't it a little more than a year ago when you professed your undivided allegiance to me? What happened since then?" "Katie, we've been married for over three years. I professed my love for you then and I still mean it. These were just friends. No different than any other friend that you or I have." "But they ARE different," she emphasized. "They are different because I didn't know about them; because you deliberately kept them hidden from me." She started to cry. She stared at him and he could see both sorrow and worry in her eyes. She let the emotional wave of sadness pass before continuing. "You professed your love to me on our wedding day, but you also professed your servitude to me at the cabin. That's what I'm talking about. Then it was 'Mistress Katie'. Then you became not only my loving husband but also the strong man that I love so much who wanted me to lead our relationship, and to whom you wanted to trust, by being my sub. Back then, you told me that you'd do anything for me." "And I still do. I'll eat your pussy right now if you want Katie." "Shut up! That's ridiculous. I do not want you anywhere near my pussy right now. I don't even know if I want you in this house." "Look", Ken interjected as he sensed her hurt escalading into anger once more, "why don't we take time to cool off and then we can talk about this tomorrow. It's getting late anyway." "I think that might be wise, "she reluctantly agreed, "or I'll end up saying or doing something that we will both regret." They spoke no more that evening. Ken showered and went to bed soon after, while Katie spent the rest of the night writing messages to his online friends telling them that they were to never contact him again. She explained how upset she was with her husband and told these women how he deceived both them and her by not being upfront and honest. She told them that he was a married man and explained that although each web-friend was most likely a wonderful woman that she was going to end their relationship because it was what was best for him as well as her marriage. In bed Ken waited for his wife but didn't dare ask her to come before she was good and ready. He had no idea that she was writing emails but he did know he had crossed the line with respect to honoring her and putting her first. But as he lay looking into the darkness, he really couldn't figure out why he had done this. It just kind of happened. It was innocent. He had gone back to the same site where he first met Katie and opened an account and started a profile. Soon after he casually looked for attractive women and friended them. Some responded. Some didn't. Those that did he messaged and develop a relationship. There was nothing more to it than that. He just wasn't sure if Katie believed him. In the morning when he awoke, Katie was gone. She had apparently come to bed after he had fallen asleep and risen before he woke. He showered and dressed and found a note on the kitchen table. "Gone for the day. Be back later. Write your girlfriends. Tell them you are sorry. Tell them you were wrong. Tell them you were married. Tell them you got caught. Then tell them GOODBYE! I'm going to check your writing when I get back. Make it good or you will be writing them again." Katie Ken sat at his computer and took a deep breath as he sipped his coffee and began his confession. Meanwhile, Katie went grocery shopping and then waited at one of her favorite restaurants for Beth, a longtime friend. The two of them had been meeting for lunch once or twice a month for years and Katie needed her counsel today. Beth was a psychologist by profession dealing mostly with juvenile issues. She had been in practice for many years and Katie considered her as both a friend as well as a woman with wisdom -- something she needed right now. She arrived a few minutes later, finding Katie seated outside under an umbrella and sipping on a glass of wine. It didn't take Beth long to realize that there was something going on with her. She could see how distracted she was with their lighthearted conversation. Finally she asked. "Is there something that you want to talk about?" Tears came to her eyes as her emotions got the best of her. Beth remained quiet knowing that she would talk when she was ready. Finally Katie poured her heart out, explaining what she had learned last night and how hurt and angry she was. "I just don't know what to do Beth. I mean we have, or I thought we had, a great relationship. I love him and I thought he loved me. I just don't know now." "I think you two need to keep talking. It's normal to be upset and angry. It's how we deal with hurt in our lives. I would expect you to get a little depressed in the days ahead as well. That's all normal stuff." "Beth, somehow something went wrong. I mean, he worshipped me at one point. There was no one else he'd rather please than me... and now this!" "What do you mean, he worshipped you? Are you referring to his love and affection for you after you were married?" "Well, yes, he did then, but more recently he professed his desire to do any and everything that I'd ever ask him to do, and do it without question. Our marriage went from good to fantastic for three or four months, and then it just fell back to the way it was." "I don't understand. What happened during those three months?" Katie leaned across the table and spoke in a quiet voice, "we had an understanding," she said bashfully. "I'm confused, what kind of understanding." Katie took a deep breath. "Do you promise to keep what I'm about to say between you and I only?" "Of course. I'm a therapist. That's what I do all the time. I am paid to give advice, but paid to keep secrets too," she said smiling. "Whatever you want to tell me, I will keep it here. I promise." Katie told her about their marriage and sex life and her desire to explore further with how they made love and played sexually. She told her about the proposition she gave Ken with regard to each taking a day while away on vacation to be the others' sub while the other partner became the dominant, and all that happened during that weekend. Specifically she talked about the conversations they had; how much he enjoyed having her take the lead in their relationship and how the two of them came to an understanding that she would serve as the dominant one in their relationship and he would take the role of the submissive. Beth sat listening intently. Katie could see that she was neither smiling nor frowning in judgment as her girlfriend explained the inner workings of her marriage with her husband. Even when Katie shared about their day at the bondage shop where Ken demonstrated his submissiveness to her and Jenny, the attendant that helped them, Beth just listened. She asked a few questions for clarity's sake but otherwise just allowed her to talk. "So, are you still his Mistress?" Beth inquired when Katie finally finished. "Of course I am. I mean he professed his submission to me last year, so yes, I am still his Mistress." "I don't think it works like that," Beth said surprisingly. Her comment caused Katie to look at her questioningly. "I don't understand what you are getting at." "Just because he agreed to submit to you doesn't mean that he is still your sub. It doesn't sound like he is submitting to your wishes now and it sure doesn't sound like he wants to put you first in his own mind." "No it doesn't," Katie agreed. "Well, let me tell you something from one mistress to another." "You are a mistress?" Katie gasped totally caught off guard by her statement. "Yes, I was a mistress for many years. I had a submissive that served me for almost 12 years before he finally asked if I would release him so he could go home to care for his parents who couldn't afford to be put into assisted living care. I granted him leave and I believe he is still there now caring for his mom. His dad passed a few years ago." "How come I never knew that?" "Because I kept our relationship quiet. He wasn't a live-in sub but he was my sub all the same. We saw one another a few times a week and that was all that I required of him. But he knew that I required that all other women be kept out of his life or I was going to release him and never interact with him again. He abided by my conditions and because he did, he and I had a fantastic relationship; one that I miss dearly, even now. But we aren't here to talk about me." "I had no idea Beth. I had no idea that you were that kind of a woman." "What do you mean, 'that kind of a woman'?" "I mean that you were a Domme." "Yes I was, but I wasn't a mean Domme. I was just one that knew my role in our relationship and allowed him to understand, and be constantly reminded of his relationship with respect to me. And that was going to be my comment to you." "What do you mean?" "I mean that just because he professed his desire to submit to you doesn't mean he always will. You have a responsibility both to yourself and to him. Being a Domme is not all about getting. It's about leading." "I know that Beth." "Do you? It doesn't sound like you do because if you did, I don't think you and I would be having this discussion now." "Well, if I want him to tend to me sexually he does. I've told him that I wanted his genital region shaved and he still does that for me. So yes, I think I'm in control of things at home." "So, are you telling me that you are his one and only love? Are you telling me that he lives to see you? Are you telling me that both in the bedroom as well as at work, away on business, out with his friends, when the two of you are out together, that his one desire is you? Is that what you are telling me because I don't think that is what's going on in your marriage?" "Some of that is going on at home but I don't know if most of that is." "That's right," Beth said flatly, "it's not. Trust me because if it was, he'd never have done this." "So what do I do? How do I get my Kenny back again?" Beth could tell that she wanted an answer but knew too that she couldn't give her specifics. Her counseling experience told her that she needed to point her into the right direction but leave the details of how she got there up to Katie. Redirecting her thoughts she asked, "Did you read that book Women are from Venus, Men are from Mars? "No, I never have. Why?" "It speaks of the differences between men and women. Katie, you love attention, and you love being adored. So do I. It's who we are as women. And Ken is great at what he does at work. He loves sports. He invests in the stock market, he is highly competitive. And it's because he is a man. It's who he is. Men are conquerors. We are nurturers. They want to get a job done and move on. We want a relationship but we also, like them enjoy control as well. We are both similar and yet so very different. I don't think you understand those differences to the degree that you must if you want to lead your relationship and have him submit to you in the way you desire." "So what do I do?" "Do you remember when you two first met?" "Yes," Katie smiled, "he was so cute." "I bet he was. I bet he wrote you often and called you most every night and told you all about his day and wanted to know all about you. I bet you'd even say he demonstrated lots of those submissive traits that you love and are missing now. You know, when he thought of you. Put you first, changed his schedule to please you; those kinds of character qualities." "He did." "I know he did because he, like many men, are submissive at heart.. And I bet that when you two were out he'd open the door for you and focus intently on all that you said. Do you know why?" "Because he liked me, I guess." "No, it was because he wanted you. Yes, he liked you but he also wanted you. And he did all of those nice and sweet things that we as women all love because you were the prize he was after. He wanted you. And if you got upset with him or didn't respond the way that he wanted, I bet, if you thought back on it, that he tried extra hard to make things right or figure out what he did or said that you didn't appreciate." "What are you getting at Beth?" "What I am saying is this: generally speaking, men go after things and do what they need to do to get what they want. They have both controlling AND submissive tendencies. But if you give him the impression that he has you, he will tend to move on in his brain and go after other challenges. I'm not saying that he will someday dump you, but I am saying that if you want to keep him close to you, if you want to cultivate his submissive side, then you need to let him know that you are still a he has to work to catch on a daily basis and not a catch that he's already bagged." "OK, so let me ask you this again, what should I do?" The Cabin Ch. 04 "I think you need to think about that and decide for yourself what you think would be best for you and he. I will say this however; the one thing that generally rules a guy's brain is his sex drive. Control that and you will control him. Control that and he will be that same man that wanted you to lead the two of you when he professed his desire to submit at the cabin. Trust me Katie," she emphasized, "if you do that, he will be that person he was a year ago. There is not a doubt in my mind. But before you do anything you need to take a step back and think about what makes him tick, what are his needs and wants and desires and use that information to help the two of you bond once more in the way that you want him to bond to you." Katie sat back and sighed. She was glad she had chatted with her friend but not sure how to make sense of it all. "You've said a lot and you've said nothing all the same. I know that you are purposely talking to me in generalities and I do appreciate it, but I wish too that I could just have the perfect pill, so to speak, that would get him to crawl back to me as he once did a year ago. That's what I want." "Then think back to that time and try to remember what you did that caused him to act and be the husband that you loved. And who wanted to serve you" The two women talked for over an hour while they ate. Beth gave her opinions as Katie asked. They eventually parted ways and Katie went home with lots to think on. She decided then and there that she was going to find a way to restore her marriage with him to the way it was a year ago when they were both deeply in love and content with one another. How that was going to happen she wasn't sure, but finding a way to get him to view her as his Mistress was something she intended to make happen. She knew if she did, his mind would once again only be filled with thoughts of her and none other. She found Ken home mowing the lawn, drenched in sweat. He had been cutting the grass in the summer heat, pushing the small Toro lawn mower for over an hour. The feelings of hurt and betrayal once again returned when she spotted him. When he saw her pull into the drive, he stopped what he was doing and hurried to meet her. "Hi Babe, how's your day been?" He asked, hoping to ease some of the tension from last evening. "OK, did some shopping and got lunch," she said, not making eye contact. Ken came over to give her a sweaty hug but she turned and walked toward the house as he neared. "Let me get those bags for you. You go on inside and I'll take care of this." "You do that." She walked into the den and sat before the computer as Ken carried the groceries. As soon as she heard him come in with the first load of food, she called out to him, "I hope you did what I told you." "I did. It's all there for you to read." "Good, and it better be good or you are going to write them again." "It's good. I told them everything. I didn't make it long but I did apologize for being the jerk that I was." "I hope so.....for your sake," she said mumbling under her breath. Katie read the email that he had sent. It was generic in tone but he did admit to not telling them he was married and did confess that he had been doing all of this without his wife knowing. He admitted his wrongdoing and wished them well before telling them goodbye. Katie said nothing more about the computer incident after reading his email message. She closed the account and said goodbye to this entire nightmare. She didn't know quite what to do and so decided to take Beth's advice and just think. She wanted her old marriage back. She wanted Ken back. She wanted him back to the man that she knew a year ago when things were going so well. After a night or two of trying to repair the tensions created by her confrontation of his exposed secrets life returned to normal. Ken went to work daily as did Katie and each evening they had dinner together, followed by a night at home in front of the TV or an evening out with friends at a local bar or restaurant. Although things seemed normal on the surface, in reality, they were far from so. Katie worked part-time and when she came home after lunch, she spent many hours on the web researching the issues of her marriage. Specifically she took Beth's advice regarding her comments about how a Domme was supposed to act. She spent extensive time researching and learning about the mind of the Dominant and submissive. Discovering several websites that advocated the female led relationship philosophy that she so dearly wanted, she absorbed all that she could with respect to the advice and tips they provided. Although the sites varied in format there seemed to be common themes, common threads, which kept showing up and coincided with what Beth had told her. One day after work Katie spent the afternoon at the local bookstore reading on the topic of the dominant woman. Again she found the authors of two books discussing the same topics: controlling the man's ability to cum, discipline, flirtation, and leadership. Of these she came to the conclusion that the most important area to address, at least immediately, was to control Ken's ability to cum. Again she researched various ideas but took to the thought of being his Keyholder as it seemed to be a fail-safe method of controlling him. Satisfied, she placed an online order and eagerly waited for her package to arrive. Meanwhile, Ken was relieved by Katie's seemingly easy going spirit and relaxed when she returned to the woman he had grown to love. He loved coming home to a hot meal and enjoyed her company thoroughly. The two of them relaxed several evenings each week at home and made love once or twice a week. Ken's favorite position was the missionary position. He loved the closeness, the control, the smell of her perfume as he buried his head into her hair. He loved the feeling of control and knew too that his beautiful wife enjoyed the sex as well. Often times they came together but at times, Ken would cum before her and was unable to sustain an erection to bring Katie to the same climax she loved so much. They awoke on Saturday with plans to work around the house during the day. Weekends, however, were their days to sleep in and they both enjoyed catching up on the rest they lost during the workweek. Katie woke just in time to see the UPS truck drive down the street. Checking the front door she noticed the small box on the step outside. Ken had just gotten into the shower. "It's finally here," she spoke to herself. "Today is the day where things begin to change." She climbed back in bed and waited for him to shower and shave. A few minutes later he kissed her on the forehead, wearing only a towel. Katie stirred, "Honey, can you check the front door. I thought I heard the UPS guy pull up while you were showering." "Sure. Are you expecting something?" "Maybe," she said nonchalantly. Ken returned with a small package addressed to his wife. "Here, it's for you." "You open it for me," she said rolling over to her side and sitting up to watch. Ken opened the box and found a small black canvas bag that was zipped shut. "What is this?" "Open it up. I got it for you and want you to try it on." A sly smile came to her face. His jaw dropped when he dumped the contents of a CB6000 spilled onto the bed. "What the fuck is this Katie?" "It's your punishment for what you did all those months on the web. Now put it on," she snapped. Ken shook his head no but Katie held her ground. "Don't even think about getting me started. You did the unthinkable by flirting with those women and I intend to keep my eye on you and this is how I am going to do it. Now put it on." "Katie," he said whining. She was up now and standing at the foot of the bed in front of him, "Get on your knees," she spoke firmly now and dumped the contents of the chastity device in front of his feet. "I said get on your knees!" Ken obeyed and knelt. "Thank you. Now read the directions and put that thing on. I'm getting a shower. Wait for me here -- on your knees - when you are done. I want to see what I paid $160 for." "How much was this?" "It was a small price to pay for peace of mind." She left him to shower. She decided instead to fix a bath and took her time knowing that his cock would be locked long before she was finished. Several minutes later she heard him call her from the bedroom while she was still relaxing in the warm bath water, "Are you almost done Katie?" "Not yet. Just stay where you are. I'll be out in a bit." Eventually she appeared in her terrycloth robe, clean and refreshed. What she saw filled her with pride. "So, what do we have here?" Ken's cock was enclosed in a clear plastic cage. The 'cock' was about three inches long and shaped like that of a flaccid penis. It was anchored to his body by a circular frame that fit tight around his cock and balls and secured with a brass Master lock. He would have to pull his balls through the circular ring in order to free himself and that wasn't ever going to happen. "Give me the keys," she demanded holding out her hand. "I want them both." Reluctantly he gave them to her. She fixed both onto a gold necklace that she secured to her neck knowing that she would hide them later. She stood in front of him and let her robe drop to the ground. Ken stared at her beautiful body. Her figure was near perfect -- thin, busty, a shaved pussy and beautiful. His cock strained within its cage but the cage held. She stood letting him admire her body. He responded as she knew he would. Blood rushed into his cock. She could tell that the feeling was not the 'usual' feeling that he was use to. "How does that feel to be locked up?" "It felt fine at first but it's uncomfortable now." "Why is that?" "Cause you are making me hard. That's why?" "Well then. Control yourself and you won't have to worry about getting sore now will you?" Ken smiled as she drew closer. She fondled his cage with her foot as he remained motionless. The cage was indeed secure. It held his cock in a relaxed, downwardly curved shape even though at the present time it was rock hard inside the polycarbonate encasement. She loved the look. Although small in size and virtually unnoticeable even when dressed, his cock truly was imprisoned. "Yes," she thought, "he is mine now." "Make sure you have the right size ring around your cock. From what I read if you have it a little too loose and your balls slip through the ring it hurts like hell." "Don't worry, I checked that and it's tight. My balls can't possibly fit through there." "Good. That's my boy. You are thinking like the old Kenny that I loved so much; thinking about me instead of just you." "What?" "Never you mind. Now come. Take care of me." She moved back to lean against the bedroom wall, just adjacent to the bathroom door. She motioned with her finger for him to come to her and watched him crawl. Katie smiled as her lover approached her pussy and began to lick. "Lick it good Kenny, and keep your hands behind your back. I just want to feel your mouth on me, not you groping at my legs. Lick me until I cum and make it a good one." She relaxed her body and closed her eyes as his tongue lapped softly against the soft outer lips of her cunt. She loved the feel of his moist flat tongue on her. Sighing with delight, he fed on her moans and addressed her pussy with loving care, slowly and tenderly licking and tongue-fucking her. He lapped at her until she was noticeably aroused and then kept her there for the next twenty minutes. "Now make me cum," she ordered. "I want you to take me over the edge now." Without a word he leaned in to her throne. His nose pressed against her clit and pubic bone. His tongue moved in rhythm -- up and down, up and down, up and down -- in a continuous methodical motion. His saliva along with her juices coated his face and ran down his neck. He ignored the urge to clean himself knowing that she was lost in the cadence of his rhythm. She responded in time, her legs stiffening, her pelvis now moving to hump his face, her fingers tightly squeezing his hair, her arms pulling his face into her sex. She used him as he obeyed her orders until she finally came. "Yeeessssss, mmmmmmm!" she cried again and again as several waves of pleasure filled her body. He lessened the pace of his lapping as she calmed. Finally he felt the nudge of her hand against his head as she pushed him away. "That was good. We will have to do that again soon." "Now get up. You have work to do." "I'm going to get dressed and go out this morning for a while. I want you to go make me breakfast and then get the things done around the house that we talked about." "OK, what do you want for breakfast?" "Surprise me." Ken started slipping on his clothes when Katie stopped him. "No! You fix me breakfast first. Then you can take care of yourself. Things are going to change around here. You are going to start learning that your mind is to be thinking about only one person -- me -- and no one else." He sighed deeply as he turned and left. Katie dressed and by the time she walked into the kitchen he had a bowl of fresh fruit on the table and eggs that was nearly ready. "Thank you dear. This is really nice." She kissed him on the lips as she felt his cage. His cock was limp now but she loved the feeling of knowing that both it and he was in her control." "I thought we were going to work together on the yard. Aren't you going to help?" "Don't you think you can get things done yourself by dinner?" "Well yes, but..." She interrupted, "that's what I thought, so I'm going to go out and shop with the girls. Do you have a problem with that?" "I guess not," he said sadly. "I didn't think you would. Now sit down and have breakfast with me. You need to eat." Katie returned home around 4pm and found the yard mowed, the flowerbeds weeded, and fresh mulch applied. Inside she found her husband wet from a recent shower and sitting at the kitchen table enjoying his third glass of ice tea. "The yard looks great. Did it take you long?" "Till about 3:30. It was hot out there. I would have enjoyed your help and company." "Well, you have my company now." She sat on his lap and hugged him. She could feel his 6000 under her ass. She kissed both of his eye lids then passionately kiss him on the lips. "Mmmmm, you smell good," she said, "but I think you need to shave again. You're scratchy." "I will later." "No. Go now. That way I'll know you didn't forget." She stood and took him by the hand, quietly guiding him along the way to the bath to attend to the task she had given him. That evening the two of them made a delicious chicken pasta salad and shared about their day and all that they each did and thought. Katie talked lots about what her girlfriends were up to and of the stories they shared with her while they were out having fun shopping. Ken listened quietly. His wife was so beautiful. He loved seeing her pretty smile and bright eyes when she stared at him approvingly. "Do you want to go out and see a movie tonight?" He said suddenly. "Kenny, I would love that, but I get to choose the movie." "If that's what you want, then sure." "That's what I want." She chose a romantic comedy, her favorite genre. The movie was ok. Not great, but regardless she loved the initiative that he took in thinking of doing something with her. Throughout the movie, she reminded him that she was there by holding his hand, kissing his cheek and telling him that she loved him. Ken responded in kind filling her emotional tank as well. At home that evening, she grabbed his hand and walked him up to the bedroom. Sitting in the chair she took a deep breath and relaxed. Ken sat on the bed and the two of them talked. "I like this. Don't you?" "Like what?" "This day. It was great." "What do you mean?" "You locked up; you eating my pussy; a day out with the girls while my sweet husband worked hard around the house, a movie..... " "Mmmmm," she sighed reflecting back on the events she described. "The day was perfect. Don't you think so?" "For you I guess. It was ok for me too. Just a bit lonelier than I thought it would be with you gone so long." Katie ignored his last comment. "And now I have you again and you are all mine." She smiled staring at his crotch, "get undressed and show me that beautiful body of yours. " Ken grinned but didn't move. "C'mon. Stand up and get undressed. Fold your clothes and model that body for me. I want to look at you." "OK, whatever you say Mistress." "What did you say?" His comment catching her pleasingly off guard. "I said whatever you say Mistress." "Ah, music to my ears once more. Yes that is what I am to you now. And you know what that makes you then?" She spoke as he pealed the last article of clothing off." "No, what does that make me?" "I don't even need to say. Turn around and show me your ass..... Now bend over. She stood and smacked him affectionately. This hair needs to go. Make sure you remove it tomorrow." "Yes ma'am." "Good boy. Now stand up." Katie embraced and kissed him. She ran her hands over his strong chest and abs. "Light a candle for me and then wait there. I'll be right back." She went to the bathroom and appeared a few minutes later naked. Pulling down the sheet she fluffed the pillows, turned off the light and climbed into bed, spreading her legs to him as an invitation to him. "Now take care of me. I need to cum again," she said with her eyes closed, knowing that he would do exactly as she requested. Without hesitation Ken obeyed his wife's call. Their time together was a time of tenderness and lovemaking. His cock hardened as he took her pussy into his mouth but shortly after, it softened as his attention focused on her need to feel loved and tended rather than his desire to make love with her. Eventually she came with a rush of emotions. After several more minutes of him licking her slowly, her body quieted. She had had enough. "Thank you Kenny. That was nice. Blow out the candle and hold me. We need to sleep." He cuddled up behind, wrapping an arm around her and pulling himself close against her. They lay quietly for some time. "Katie?" "Yes?" "Don't you want to make love tonight?" "No. I am satisfied and now I'm sleepy. Not tonight." "I really want to cum Katie. Why don't you unlock me? I'll make you feel wonderful all over again." "Not tonight Ken. Not tonight. I want to rest. Now go to sleep." Ken felt a lump in his throat when she rejected his request. She was kind with her words and he could tell she wasn't being an ass about it, but her denial of his request hurt. He wanted out and she had no intention of complying with him. The ache in his groin slowly subsided as he came to accept that she wasn't going to unlock him. They drifted off to sleep and woke the next morning in the same position. On Thursday, Katie and Beth met for lunch at Katie's request. Their conversation soon turned to Katie's marriage where she explained what she had learned on the internet as well as the application of the chastity device she had put Ken in. She spoke with excitement at how attentive he had become to her not only sexually but also in other ways. He seemed to be more cuddly, more affectionate, more interested in her in general. Katie explained about the expectations that she had put in place for him and commented on how well he had been doing so far. "What kind of rules?" "He knows that he is to wake me up to an oral each morning. Beth, it feels so good to be woken like that. It's so much nicer than an alarm. It's like a taste of heaven in fact." "Nice Katie. I'm proud of you. You are becoming a little more like a mistress. What else?" The Cabin Ch. 04 "I told him I want to begin and end my day with an orgasm. I don't even have to ask anymore. He just sets his alarm and wakes me up with one and when I go to bed, he waits for me and crawls between my legs and satisfies me until I tell him to stop. I just love it. He also knows that he is to fix me breakfast and I've given him charge of everything outside the house to care for. I still do lots with him but he is being more responsible around the home." "Has he asked you to unlock him?" Katie smiled. "Yes, like two or three times a day." "Have you let him out yet?" "No. I like him in there. It's not going to kill him to stay locked. What you told me about controlling his sexual urges is so true. He is a different man. He is into me. He actually made dinner for me yesterday. I can't remember the last time he did that. It was so sweet of him." "When are you going to let him out?" "I was thinking maybe tomorrow night. It will be his Friday reward for pleasing me all week." "Are you going to let him cum?" "What do you mean? I'm going to have sex with him." "Are you going to let him cum though?" "Sure. Why not?" "I was just wondering what you were thinking." "Well, I miss his cock inside me. I want him just as much as he wants me. I've been thinking about him inside me and can't wait till tomorrow myself. I just don't tell him that." "Katie, there is a nice range of days in which he can be kept from cumming but not feel totally rejected. Within that range is where he is will remain at a peak desire to please and serve you. He'll even beg you at times to cum. If you let him, just know that it will be a few days before the urges and desires to paw at you return and if you don't want to hear his plea to cum then just tell him you aren't interested in his need to ejaculate. On the other hand you need to make sure you don't push him too far but then again, there are ways of getting what you want, when you want it to keep yourself fully satisfied -- and even enjoy a great fuck from him without him cumming." "I don't understand." "What I am saying is that if you deny him ejaculation privileges he will respond just like every man. He will do whatever is necessary to please you in the hope that you will free him to cum. It's the power we have over them. But if you keep him in too long, you risk losing him. Just be careful how far you push him. But know too that waiting a week is not too long. Waiting a month probably is. Just work with him to make sure he is living the way that you want him to and doing what you need to be happy -- and still keep him wanting you -- loving you." "I will Beth." "I know you will. You are a good woman and you love him and that love will guide you better than any other one thing." The two women parted ways and made plans to have lunch again soon. Katie loved Beth as a friend and found her especially helpful now as she could gain insight both from her background as a psychologist as well as a Dominant woman with years of experience. That evening after Katie lay on her side with Ken cuddled behind her she squeezed her husband's hands that were clutched softly against her breasts. "I am going to take your 6000 off tomorrow night if you make my day special. Do you think you might like that?" Ken kissed her neck. "I've been dying to be free. Thank you Katie, I will do my best to find something that will please you." "Thank you. I know you will." At work on Friday morning, Katie was surprised when a beautiful bouquet of roses arrived at her office desk. Her female co-workers made comments of approval and mentioned more than once that they wished their husband was as thoughtful as hers. Upon arriving home after lunch, she found Ken waiting for her in the driveway. He had arranged for a full body massage, manicure, pedicure and facial at a nearby spa. He had given up his lunch hour to take her personally and told her he would pick her up when she was done. That evening they went out to dinner at one of her favorite restaurants. Katie looked fabulous in her outfit and she felt so loved. Ken had gone above and beyond in his efforts to make her feel special. More than spending money on her with the roses, meal and spa, he spent time thinking about how he was going to make her happy. His mind was on her and that was where she wanted it; only on her. But she wasn't sure she wanted to give him the release he so desperately wanted. Part of her wanted to give in, but another part wanted to find out what would happen if she persisted in denying him a little longer. "Come to me Kenny. Lick my pussy," she said as she lay in bed late that night, her pussy an open invitation to him as it had been all this week. "I thought you were going to unlock me tonight Mistress?" "I am but first things first. Remember, we have a routine and your evening starts with you tending to me. Tonight is like every other night. It begins with you between my legs licking me until I am satisfied. Remember, your focus is me. Not you. I sure do hope you thought about me all day as you made the effort to do these wonderful things." "I did." "I hope so. I'd be very upset if you did all this just so I would unlock you." Katie paused, waiting for a response but none came. "Is that what you did? Did you do this for selfish reasons rather than out of gratitude for me?" Her voice raised in intensity as she spoke. "No Katie. " "Did you think of that just a little?" "Well, of course I did." "That saddens me. But at least you were honest. Now lick me. I want your attention." For the next hour she made him eat her pussy. She came at least four times with each orgasm more powerful than the previous. Finally she told him to lie on his back. She took the key from around her neck and removed the CB6000. His cock sprung free and quickly grew to its full seven inch length. His cock was thick and hard as Katie stroked it and fondled his balls. She took it into her mouth. "Oh god Katie, that feels so good." "Mmmmm. Yes it does," she whispered as she came off him. She played with him. Licking the entire length of his shaft until it glistened. She took each ball into her mouth one at a time and played with each one with her tongue lathering them with her saliva. Every now and then she filled her mouth with his cock but mostly she just enjoyed playing with it. She loved it and wanted to bring him quickly to an orgasm but knew better. When she had her fill playing, she opened a condom and unrolled it onto his shaft. "Why are you using a condom?" "You'll last longer this way. It's specifically designed to make you last longer and I want to fuck you to make up for a week of abstinence." She mounted his hips and sank her pussy down on him, taking him in one thrust. Her cunt was soaking wet. She had waited a week for this and planned to enjoy him for a long, long time. She rose and fell on him time and again. She had planned that tonight the roles would be reversed. Rather than having him on top controlling her, she wanted the control and freedom to do as she pleased. She wanted him to know that their relationship had indeed changed. She was assuming her rightful position as his mistress -- a vow that he gave her a year ago but one that she had forsaken the responsibility of keeping. She reaped the disastrous consequences of her passive approach but learned a valuable lesson. She rocked her body on his rod for her pleasure although now and enjoyed each impalement of his cock in her as she pressed her pussy down hard against him as he lay stiff and still beneath her. After several minutes she turned around and rode him reverse cowgirl style letting his cock push against her G-spot. She quickly came to her first fuck-orgasm in a week. Ken however felt little even though he stayed rock hard. If for nothing else he was excited to just be free of the harness and he loved watching his beautiful brides' body as she rode him. His sensations were minimal though since Katie had put a condom on him that contained a topical anesthetic which dulled the sensations of her pussy squeezing and moving against his member. It was as if she gave him what he wanted but cruelly denied him the pleasure he associated with being this intimate with her. He knew within the first few minutes that his chances of cumming were not good. "Fuck me. Ken." She slid her pussy partly off his cock letting him rock his hips into her. She controlled how far and how hard he thrust. She was in control as she came yet again. "Mmmmm. Ohhh yesss!" she cried out as yet another wave of pleasure erupted from somewhere deep in her. Sweat dripped off of her body as she bounced up and down on him until she was just too tired to ride him further. Finally after yet one more climax, she fell off him breathless and satisfied. Kissing him deeply she relaxed. It was the perfect end to a perfect day. "I love you Kenny." "I love you too Katie." "Take your condom off. You won't need it anymore." After he had done so, she pulled him into her breasts. "Suck them. They need your attention." He shifted his body in position to accommodate her side lying posture and took her nipple into his mouth. He suckled on it like a child, not expecting any nourishment, but to provide her with the subtle pleasure she desired. Yet he was nourished. His focus on her took his mind off of his need to cum. He caressed her body as he drew her nipple in and out of his mouth as if seeking the milk it once contained. Her body felt firm, strong and smooth. But it was the psychological power she had shown during the past week that attracted him so much. He could feel her power and that new-found confidence created an attraction for her that was stronger than he had felt in many months. He loved her and loved to see her so self-assured and in control. He only wished that she would let him make love to her the way that they had for the past several months. He missed the closeness of being on top of her and ejaculating when he wanted. Tonight was so different. It was enjoyable in some ways yes, but in others so frustrating. He felt helpless to control any of their sexual play and that left him wanting. Ken sucked her until he heard her breathing deepen and realized that she had fallen asleep. It was now well after midnight and she had totally relaxed. He remained attached to her, not so much suckling as kissing. His physical connection to her whether suckling her breasts or lapping at the juices of her pussy, completed him. It was undeniable. Her sex was becoming his sustenance and he was feeling his dependence on her in an ever increasing way. He remained latched on to her nipple for another hour until she woke and rolled away. She went to the bathroom and relieved herself. A few minutes later, he felt her fondling his cock and quickly realized to his dismay that she was reattaching the chastity harness around his now flaccid penis. "Katie?" "Shhhh, just rest. I gave you the freedom you asked for just like I promised but now MY cock needs to go back in its secure home where it belongs. Relax Kenny. I love you. Let me do this for you. You just rest." She kissed each thigh near his groin when she had secured the lock once more and climbed in bed next to him where the two of them rested until late in the morning. Katie knew that his frustration was most likely at an all-time high but she didn't care. What she did care about was him understanding the significance of both what he had done on the web as well as the change in their relationship that was taking place. His frustration was now a secondary issue in her life. Getting him back to putting her first and having him occupy his mind with loving and pleasing thoughts was now her priority. She drifted off to sleep feeling wonderful and woke several hours later to the light of the sun and the feel of her husbands' tongue gently lapping at her sleepy pussy as the rays of sun penetrated the cracks between the drawn curtains. She let him lick her longer than she usually required of him since neither of them had to be at work. It was her first weekend morning-oral and she let him bring her to several orgasms. Ken loved being between her legs as there was just something nice about the feel of her pussy against his tongue and face. He wasn't sure if it was some type of control or power that he still wanted in order to manipulate and control her feelings of pleasure or if it was now a need of his to submit to her will and please her. Whatever reason, it was a place that was quickly becoming his home and a place that he frequented often. As he licked today however, his hard-on did not subside. It was such a disappointment to not cum last night. He didn't know why she had denied him but thought it was because he had confessed his selfish desire to please her so that she would allow him release. Although he had been honest with her, he also knew that he had done much of those special things only thinking of her. Maybe he didn't get that message across when she had questioned him. Now, his cock was bursting within the confines of the CB6000 and it remained engorged the entire hour or so that he lapped at her soaking wet pussy. His face was covered with her juices, as she had told him midweek that he was no longer allowed to wipe his face clean while he pleased her. When she finally told him he was done, a puddle of wetness had pooled on the sheet below her sex. "Thank you. You sure know how to make a girl feel good when you put your mind to it." "Thank you Miss Katie. I love pleasing you." "I'm glad you do. Now will you be so kind as to make me breakfast. I want cereal with a bowl of fresh fruit on the side" "Yes Katie." "Thank you. Make sure you make enough for yourself too. I'd like you to have what I am eating today. OK?" "Yes it is." He walked off wearing nothing but his chastity cage as Katie relaxed in bed. He knew it would be some time before she came down as she needed to shower and dress so he took his time in fixing her the meal she wanted. "Katie," he asked as she finished eating the last few blueberries in her fruit salad. "Can we talk about last night?" "Sure. Didn't you enjoy it?" "Yes I did. But then, no I didn't." "I don't understand. What didn't you enjoy?" "I had assumed that when you told me you would unlock me that you were going to let me cum." "I never told you that. Why the assumption?" "I don't know. I just figured that the two went together that's all." "Didn't you enjoy watching my body all that time while I fucked your cock?" "Yes I did." "I thought so. You stayed rock hard the entire time for me. I forgot to thank you for that. You felt so good inside me." "But that's what was so frustrating. I could hardly feel your pussy against me. I had very little feeling the entire time." "I know you didn't. I did that not to hurt you but because it had been over a week since I had sex and I wanted you to stay hard." "But why didn't you let me cum when you were satisfied? Why didn't you at least let me masturbate and cum." "Because I don't want you to masturbate anymore. It's a bad habit and one that I associate with you thinking about those other women. Masturbating is out of the question." "Really," he answered surprised at her response. "Yes. I was going to talk to you about this at some point so now is as good a time as any. If I catch you doing so or if you own up to what you did like a man, I'm going to punish you by putting you back in the cage again for a long time." "So are you telling me that you are going to let me out?" "I am on weekends only and only when the two of us are together. Is that fair?" "Yes!" He said, the excitement clearly heard in his voice. "I'm glad you are pleased but understand that if I catch you touching your cock you are going back in the 6000 for the next several weekends." "I can't touch it at all?" "You can touch it to pee and you can touch it if you have an itch. That's it. I want you to think of it as you would your back or your thigh. You don't need to touch your back or your thigh, so why make your cock any different? I see them as one and the same. Don't you?" Ken just shook his head as she spoke but had no answer that would justify him playing with himself. "Do we have an understanding Ken?" He could tell that Katie was dead serious about this so with a bit of sadness in his eyes he agreed to comply with her stipulations. "So when will you let me cum? Today?" "I don't know. Maybe. Maybe not." "Please Katie he begged." She said nothing so he knelt before her while she sat at the table. "Katie, please let me cum today. Please?" She couldn't believe what she was seeing and hearing. In just a week he had reduced himself to begging for release. It was a hope of hers that he'd eventually do this but she couldn't believe it happened so soon. "Why today? Why not in a few more days? Can't you wait any longer than this?" "I am sure that I could -- that I will - if you refuse me, but I sure would love to empty my balls. It would feel so good if you let me do this. Will you?" He grasped her hand and squeezed it. "Please?" "Ken you're begging. This is almost pitiful." "I know I am but just can't take this thing on me anymore." He squeezed her thigh and repeated his plea, "Please take this thing off me? Let me cum." She hid her real feelings but inside she was absolutely delighted with his attitude. "Please Katie?" He asked again. "I don't know. I just am not sure." "Why?" "Because you are so attentive to me when you are locked up. I love it. Just look at you." "But Katie, this is cruel. I need to cum. Really I do." "This is not cruelty. Don't give me that crap. It's just a bit of discipline that I'm imposing on you. But to answer your question....I don't know. Let me think about it. You get dressed and we'll talk later about this." "So you will at least think about it?" "Yes. I'll consider it. But don't ask me again. If I choose to let you, you'll be the first to know." "OK. Thank you." "Remember, don't ask me about this anymore." "I won't." "OK. Don't forget." The two of them spent the whole day together hanging out and shopping. Katie let him sweat it out the entire day knowing that he had but one hope in mind: that she would agree to talk further with him about this. Finally at dinner, she consented to letting him cum. "....... But we do this on my terms -- as we always do. This is not about you. It's never going to be just about you. This is about me darling. But while I am having fun with you I will let you cum at some point." "OK, have at me then Katie," he said smiling. "Do you want me to get your key so you can unlock me now?" "Nope. Remember, my terms. My way. My timeline, My decision. Do we have an understanding sub?" "Yes mistress I will do as you wish." "Good. That's how I want and expect it. And since you were acting like a sub I'm going to treat you like one tonight as well." "Haven't I been your sub for the past week?" "Yes and no. You've obeyed me, but tonight I want to have some fun with you and I'm going to treat you more as my toy than has my submissive husband. But don't you worry," she added, "I'm sure you will love every bit of it -- well maybe almost of it," she added with sarcastic tone in her voice. "OK. I'm sure I will as long as you let me cum." "I will. But, like I said, it will be on my terms." I big smile appeared on his face again as Katie asked, "Shall we begin?" "Absolutely." "OK. Get undressed and clean up the kitchen. I'll be back." Katie returned a few minutes later with lube and a butt plug. "Go use the toilet and put this in. I'll be waiting for you in the sunroom when you are through with the kitchen. The Cabin Ch. 04 Thanks again to Kirk2004 for his editing and his patience. Thank you, Kirk! ~*~*~ Kit tells Michael the truth Michael finished releasing Kit from the table and rubbed her wrists. He took a seat on the couch, pulled her to his lap, and hid a smile at her surprise when he did. He took the afghan off the back of the couch and wrapped her in it. "Okay, Kitten, I want the truth. Oh no, love, don't struggle. You have to stay right here. Now tell me what's going on." He paused and then added softly, "I'll know if you're lying." He gave her time to compose herself. Silent tears flowed from her beautiful green eyes, over her cheeks and down her face. She wiggled her hand up between their bodies and used the afghan to wipe her face. She started choking but, before Michael could do anything, she pulled herself together and gulped breaths. The inward battle was so intense and so obvious, Michael hurt for her. He kissed her brow. "Come on, baby. It can't be as bad as you think." "It is," she sobbed, paused and then continued. "About four months ago I...I took a dress and a pair of matching earrings from those I had purchased in Paris for Donavan. I don't know why I took them. It wasn't as if we couldn't afford it if I really wanted them, and they weren't even the ones that I really liked. It was as if I was compelled to take them. I hadn't even gotten them home when I knew I was no thief. I took the dress and the earrings back the next day, but Suzette found me with them. I tried to explain but she wouldn't listen. She had a picture of me putting the earrings in my purse. She was going to tell Donavan. Tell you. You'd divorce me she said laughing. It would be the excuse you needed. You were banging Jenny anyway. I—" "Banging Jenny? And you believed her?" Michael was perplexed at the story that was unfolding, but the idea that he was 'banging' Jenny was too incredulous for words. However, the realization that this wasn't about an affair was a relief, too. "At first I didn't believe her, but she was so insistent and then she said she wouldn't say anything if I did a couple of little things for her. The first month or so it was just sneak 'that pretty silk scarf' for her or those 'nice earrings' or the 'lovely bracelet'. I would ring them up later and pay for them myself, but it was never enough. On day she wanted something else, I don't remember what, and I said no more. She just laughed and showed me more pictures of me sneaking the things she wanted in a bag or in my purse. She must have been watching each time she wanted something. I was devastated. I didn't keep the receipts; I couldn't prove that I had paid for them. The pictures looked like I was stealing them. "Then she said she would tell Donavan and you and call the police. She had proof. She wanted me to...to...to bring her to—oh God, how can I tell you. She wanted me to go down on her...to make her orgasm with my fingers and my mouth," she whispered. "I said I wouldn't. She just lay down on the desk, spread her legs and looked at the pictures. I did what she wanted. "I'd never done anything like that before...it made me sick. She had a camcorder in the room pointed right at the table. I didn't know that until the next time when she wanted me to do it again. She showed me the film. She said she'd make me a ... a ... good little whore. I felt so dirty. It was after that, that I started to avoid you. I loved you so much, and she was making love so depraved. I'd never even kissed another girl that way. It made me nauseous; I threw up and she laughed. "Then about six weeks ago when you were on that week long business trip to New York, she found out you were going to be gone. I didn't tell anyone when you were out of town, but somehow she found out that time. Remember when you called that Wednesday evening, and I said I had the flu and didn't go to work and later when you came home I said I was really sick and didn't go to work the rest of the week. It's because I couldn't. I could hardly walk. "Suzette showed up at the house with a friend of hers the night before you called. Before I knew it, I was tied to the bed. After being used in ways I didn't know girls did to each other, she took your wire clippers and cut a piece of coat hanger and shaped it like an S. She held it over the shove. When she walked back into the bedroom, she was smiling and the coat hanger was glowing red-hot. They stuffed a sock in my mouth and Suzette held the S down on me. I felt a horrifying stab of pain. I tried to scream and I pulled on the ropes around my ankles and wrists. I remember thrashing my head back and forth. I tried to spit out the sock, but I think I must have passed out. The last thing I remember before things went black, was them standing of each side of the bed holding me down and laughing. "When I came around the other bitch was wearing one of your shirts and Suzette was going though my jewelry. She took the opals you gave me for our anniversary. She took the opals," she sobbed. "Before they left, she told me the S stood for Suzette, and now I would always remember the good times we had together. They have pictures and a video of that night." Kit told her story between sobs, punctuated with crying and fearful pauses. The fury and rage Michael felt was useless and too late, much too late, to stop the nightmare Katherine had experienced. It was staggering to think of the agony she had suffered. He knew Suzette had not only taken advantage of Katherine's innocence and naivety, but had also terrorized her. He was in shock. How had she endured the intimidation and threats these past months? He held her close, tenderly stroked her back, and encouraged her to finish the tale. "Every day she would ask me if you discovered her 'brand' yet and if you'd asked for a divorce. That's why I told you I didn't feel well for the longest time. You kept encouraging me to go to the doctor. I held you off as long as I could without really going. You would want to make love, and I'd put you off saying I didn't feel well or something. When I couldn't, I would only 'do it' when it was very dark." A weak smile crossed Kit's face. "Kit, why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you come to me immediately? Oh God, Kit, why? What she put you though!" Michael was all but shaking with anger; he could hardly think. "And then I tied you down and beat you. God, Kit, I'm so sorry. If I had known, I'd've never hit you with the paddle." Katherine reached for and found some composure even, perhaps, some peace. She finally told Michael the awful secret. It was out; the battle was over. Whatever he did now was out of her hands. "No, Michael, it's okay. You didn't beat me. You didn't hurt me. It was..." "It was what?" Michael smiled and she trembled slightly. "It was... I don't know why I... why I reacted like I did. Maybe it's been the stress of the last months. I thought that I would lose you. I was going to tell you. I just couldn't ever get myself to do it. I just kept getting deeper and deeper. Last week she hinted that she had something really special planned for me. I couldn't take it anymore. I thought of killing myself, but I couldn't do it." Michael's arms tightened around Katherine. He could have lost her. "I should have never let Suzette push me so far, but each time she had more and more stuff to hold over me. I just was sucked in farther. I'll understand if you hate me." "Katherine, do you love me?" He eased her back a little so he could see her tear stained face. He gently kissed her as he cupped her face with his hand. His thumb idly caressed her cheek. He looked in her eyes, the eyes he loved so much and repeated softly, "Do you love me, Kitten?" "Yes, but—" "Just yes, my love, no more buts." Michael cradled her head in the curve of his shoulder. He pressed his lips against her temple. Katherine fisted her hand in his shirt. They sat like that for a long time. "Do you want a divorce, Michael?" she finally asked. "No, baby, I wasn't kidding when I said I loved you. That will never change. Suzette—Kit, did you say you were compelled to take that dress the first time? "Yes, I couldn't understand the overwhelming need to take it and those earrings, but for some reason I just had too. I still don't understand it." "Kit, did anything unusual happen preceding your trip to Paris? Anything happen that had never happened before?" "I can't think," she paused. "Michael, I was having those headaches, and Suzette gave me some pills she said helped her get over her headaches. And the tape...She gave me a tape to listen to a couple times a day, a relaxation tape. It had the sounds of the ocean on it. I remember she said to listen to it on the plane over and coming back and several times a day while I was there because the trip would be hectic trying to figure out what to buy. She said I'd probably get more headaches. That's the only thing I can think of that was different from my normal routine, and I don't see how that could mean anything." "Where is the tape now?" "She wanted it back when I returned from Paris." "Subliminal suggestions. I'll be damned." When Katherine furrowed her brow, he continued. "They used subliminals in advertising until they were declared illegal. They'd make you do things that you probably wouldn't do otherwise. It's like hypnosis. Years ago you'd go to a movie and before the movie started a trailer played. During the trailer or previews, candy and popcorn would pop on the screen for a second. Your conscious mind wouldn't even notice them but your subconscious mind would. Soon you had an overwhelming desire for a bag of popcorn or a candy bar. They still make tapes with hidden messages, but they have to say that they have subliminal suggestions on them, like weight loss tapes, or, as Suzette said, relaxation tapes. "If you know someone who can make subliminal tapes, you could have anything put on them, I guess. Suzette did a real number on you, Kitten. I'm sure she must have had one of those tapes made, but why? Why would she want you to take a piece of jewelry or a scarf? Seems like a lot of work for not much of a pay-off, and as far as the sexual stuff, there's always someone that will fill that need. There must be a reason. "We'll use the rest of this weekend to come up with a plan to pay the bitch back, even if we don't figure out why she's doing this." "Oh, no," she cried out. "No, Michael, she'll use the pictures and the video and show everyone. I don't think I could stand that." "Shh, baby, it'll be okay. I promise." When she started to cry again, he pulled her away from his chest and smiled. "Only Jamie knows where we are, and I told him I didn't know when I'd be back in the office; I said I might take most of next week off. He can handle any new cases that come into the office, and I don't have any court appearances until the following week. You're covered, too, because I told Donavan that we might be gone all week. No more crying. You love me. I love you. We'll work this out." Michael held Katherine for a long time just rubbing her back or caressing her arms. After a while, she finally seemed to relax against him. His mind, though, was still trying to process everything she had told him. Why? There had to be an answer to the why? And what new torture did the witch plan for Kit; whatever it was, it wouldn't come to fruition now. When he finished with Suzette, she wouldn't be able to terrorize anyone, let alone Kit, again. "Are you hungry?" he asked after a while and started to untangled himself from her and the afghan. He stood and pulled her to her feet and smiled at the confused look on her face. "You really looked incredible tied up by the way." She blushed. He smiled and leaned down and tenderly kissed her. "I love you, Katherine. I always have and I always will." He started towards the kitchen, but stopped halfway there and turned back to her. He said very seriously, "We can have a cosmetic surgeon remove the scar as much as possible when this is over, Kit, if that's what you want?" Katherine's fingers moved to the scar and silent tears pooled in her eyes. Before she revealed the truth about the last few months, all she seemed to do was growl and yell. Now she couldn't seem to stop crying. "Maybe I should keep it to remind me how stupid I am. The S could stand for stupid." Michael walked back to Kit, and used the edge of his hand to lift her face so that she had to look at him. He cupped her face and ran his lips across her forehead. "You're not stupid, Kitten, maybe a little naïve, but not stupid. She used you and manipulated you. I wish you'd told me at the beginning, but I wouldn't be surprised when we find the tape she gave you that there are some hidden, subliminal messages telling you not to tell anyone." In a much lighter tone he continued. "If you want to keep the S it could stand for slave, my slave. I could tie you back up and use that little paddle on you. You seemed to like it," as he let his fingers slide between her legs and move up to her slit. She blushed, again. "I think it's time to eat," she coughed out. He laughed. God it had been so long since they laughed together. He pulled her into his arms again and kissed the top of her head. "I love you, Kitten. I never have or ever will have an affair with Jenny." He turned to go back to the kitchen, but changed his mind. He turned back to Kit and very gravely said. "I think we should have the scar removed. I hate what that malicious, fucking bitch did to you, how she terrorized and hurt you. I'll destroy her for what's she's done." Katherine's lower lip started to quiver. Michael pulled her into his arms for a second time and said it was okay. Suzette would never hurt her again, and there was to be no more crying which got a slight laugh from her. It was a start at least. He pulled away from her again and headed for the kitchen. "Katherine, why have you gotten so upset with me the last few months when I call you Kitten?" "You're the only one who calls me Kitten. It was your special name for me, an endearment. When everything started happening, I didn't feel like I deserved your love any more and, therefore, you shouldn't call me Kitten any more." "So it's okay to call you Kitten again?" He grinned. "Yes, sir." Michael smiled at the use of 'sir'. "Do you want to put some clothes on? I promise not to rip them off when I want you naked again," he said, his grin turning into a sexy smile. "Do you want me to put clothes on?" Kit returned with a tremulous smile as she followed him to the kitchen. He turned and pulled her in his embrace once again and kissed her brow. "No." He did pull the robe closed and tied the belt. The robe didn't really do much to hide anything it was so transparent. They both smiled. "It'd just be more clothes I'd have to take off later." Lunch was soup and sandwiches and after they ate, Michael swung Kit back into the living area and pulled her once again into his lap. "I wish I had adequate words to tell you, Kit, how wonderful it is to have you back. I was afraid after this weekend you would walk out and divorce me. It's time to start making plans—no don't go getting scared on me again. She's not getting away with this. She nearly ruined our marriage. She hurt you mentally, emotionally, and physically...sexually, too. She made you afraid to talk to me, to let me make love to you. No, Kit, I won't allow her to get away with this. As a lawyer, I'd go through the court system, but that would be too easy on her. I won't put you through that." With a smile, he added that he had a better idea and picked up his cell phone and pushed some buttons. In his profession it was sometimes necessary to employ a detective. He knew just the one he wanted for a background check and some surveillance work. "Hey, Brian, it's Mike here. Glad I caught you at your office. I've got a job that I want you to start on immediately. It must be strictly confidential. I want you to find out everything you can on a Suzette ..." Michael turned to Katherine and, although he could see the terror in her eyes, she gave him the last name. "Etienne. She works at Paris Originals on 10th Street. The boutique is owned by Donavan Kastis. She's a sales consultant and stylist." He paused listening to Brian. "Yeah, Katherine is a buyer there. It's the same place. Hold a minute." "Do you know where she lives, Kit?" Michael returned to the phone, told Brian Suzette's home address, and gave him a description of her. "She's a nasty bitch, Brian. I need you to find out as much as you can as fast as you can and then I'm going to ask you to do some off record stuff." Michael laughed. "Yeah, Brian, that kind of stuff and yeah, it has to do with Kit. Get back to me as soon as you can. You can call me on my cell phone. I'm working on a plan now. By the time you get back to me, I should have some ideas put together. Thanks, Brian. Yes, it's very important. I'll owe you for this one." ~*~*~ Coming — Fun on a table The Cabin Ch. 04 As I stopped in front of his magnificent body, he reached out and pulled me to him for a long deep kiss. Soft lips brushed over mine and his tongue pushed its way into my mouth. I leaned into his kiss as his arms surrounded me. We broke our kiss as we heard twin groans from across the room. With our faces cheek to cheek, we glanced over to the doorway and watched Eric pull Mandy to him...her back to his chest...and they smiled. "If you start that now, we'll never get to eat," Eric whispered, his eyes sparkling in the light. "And, Russ, I think we are going to need all the energy we can get tonight!" Turning I handed the steaks to Russ and he headed out the door. Mandy opened the wine and gathered glasses, while Eric and I set the table. In short order the meal was prepared and four friends gathered, laughed, ate and talked through a sumptuous dinner. As plates were gathered and then cleaned, I asked Russ to chill the second bottle of wine. Mandy and I slipped out to the bathroom for some girl talk, whispering and planning. "Mandy, my friend, I am horny as hell and I think the guys deserve something special for the big deal they closed on today. What do you think? Would you like to play with me? And then we could play with them? And then we could all play together?" "Gina, you always come up with the best ideas! I am hot for you and for Eric and I think that watching you and my brother will probably push me over several edges tonight! Gina, if you will go put some sexy music on the stereo, I'll get the guys and the wine and we'll meet in the great room." The lighting in the great room was soft as I knelt on the hearth to lay a fire. Eric, Russ and Gina were talking and laughing quietly, and had set wine and glasses on the low coffee table. Russ flicked on the stereo and music filled the room. As the kindling ignited, I lay on a log and turned to watch my friends talking and softly swaying to the music. Russ and Eric both watched as I move across the room; my hips swaying with the gentle beat. Both men smiled as I approached. Reaching Mandy, I pulled her out to the center of the room. We began to dance to the music. Seductively moving, hips gyrating. I watched as their eyes went wide; I reached out and brushed my hand across Mandy's breast. We heard her breath catch and a low moan escaped her throat. Turning her and placing her back to my chest, we move together as one body and we face the men. "Russ...Eric...would you both please sit on the sofa?" Mandy and I giggled as two asses hit the seat. "Now you can watch and enjoy....and wait for your turn!" Laughing, I cupped Mandy's tits. Then I reached down and lifted her shirt, so slowly up, exposing her belly inch by sexy inch. Turning us to face each other, my hands pushed the shirt higher and higher. As I reached the bottom of her wonderful breasts, my hands cupped and then exposed hard nipples. Lifting, I leaned down and licked her right nipple then trailed across to the left. Mandy arched her back and offered them to my wet mouth. Leaning closer, my mouth suckled first one then the other. Back and forth I went, sucking then moving off. Standing, I step back and let Mandy pull her shirt off over her head and toss it across to land at Eric's feet. "Gina, I think you should shed that top of yours as well," Mandy said. Laughing, I reached down and slid my fingertips under the hem. Pushing up slowly, I released my large tits and heard groans of lust from the sofa. My top came off over my head and landed on top of Mandy's. Both topless, we swung and swayed to the music, dancing around, touching and running our hands over our naked chests. Dancing side by side, we approached the sofa. Mandy reached out and pulled me to her. Our lips met and we went to our knees. While kissing deeply, our hands roamed over the soft flesh of the other. My hands cupped Mandy's firm breasts while her hands slipped down my hips, back and over my cheeks. We pressed together and she pushed me back onto the rug. As we rolled together, we caught a glimpse of two very hard cocks being freed from tight jeans. Eric slipped his jeans down past his hips and pushed them off to the floor. Russ struggled and finally stood and lowered jeans and briefs together and the clothing pile grew. I whispered to Mandy and she agreed. "Russ, would you please help me out of these pants? And Eric, I think Mandy needs your help as well!" "It would be my pleasure, Gina," Russ answered. Gently he slipped his hands into my waistband and tugged to slip them down my hips, lowering them past my knees and down the legs to get them off my ankles. Eric followed his lead and in moments both Mandy and I were naked in the soft firelight. I reached up and lifted Russ' shirt over his head and tossed it to the pile. "No sense in any of us being covered," I laughed. Eric's shirt followed. "Now you two may watch. Mandy and I are going to finish something we started earlier." Smiling, I crawled back to Mandy's side on my knees and straddled her as she lay back on the rug. My hands found her stomach and smoothed down, lower and lower, until I could run my fingers through her silky hair. Caressing, I slipped one finger into her very wet slit as her moan filled the room. I felt her reach up and grab my hips. As I slipped in a second finger, she pulled my pussy down and her hot breath sent a shiver through my body. Unable to resist, I lowered myself onto her mouth and my moans filled the room. I leaned over, my lips found the top of her slit and I pressed my tongue into the top and slid down. At the bottom I eased to one side and licked up and over and down the other side to the bottom. My tongue followed its own path, along her slick wet lips, up to an extended clit and down the center I licked. I found her very wet slit and plunged my tongue deep. As I tried to concentrate on the pleasure of her pussy, I felt her tongue lashing mine with equal abandon. We found a rhythm and matched thrust for thrust. Our breathing became ragged. The sounds of licking and slurping and moans of lust became mixed with groans from the floor to each side. Looking up from Mandy's dripping lips, I looked directly into Russ' eyes. He had almost totally glazed over at the sight of his sister's pussy being ravished by his lover. Glancing quickly to the side, Eric was in much the same state. Both men were stroking rock hard cocks. Pre-cum was dripping from both rigid members. The site of these two incredibly excited men pushed me to my edge and my pussy tightened and then exploded. The waves of sensation rolled over me as I cried out. Mandy vainly attempted to keep up with my juices and it took her to climax as quickly. We both came hard and I drank from her sweet fountain. As we both collapsed onto the floor, panting and savoring the sweet pleasure of an incredible orgasm, we took a moment to look at two very excited men. Mandy and I were laying side by side, breathing hard. I watched as Mandy struggled to sit, extending her hand to Eric. As he took her hand to steady her, they knelt facing each other. Leaning in, they kissed, their lips brushing gently. His rock hard cock tapped her tummy. As she arched her back, it forced her tits hard against his chest and his hands at her waist pulled her tightly against him. Russ reached out to me, pulling me to his chest. "I want you, Gina. I need you now. Watching the two of you was the most incredibly hot scene I have ever seen, much less been part of." Smiling, I ran my hands softly down his strong chest and out to firm hips. "I want you too, Russ. I need your cock in my pussy." Glancing over at Mandy and Eric, kissing and fondling, I said, "Hot tub I think is the best place for us to be right now, don't you all agree?" Three voices echoed, "Yessssss" and Eric and Russ helped Mandy and I to our feet. Hand in hand we made our way through the kitchen and out to the deck. At the edge of the tub, Mandy turned and reached out for me. Her hand brushed the tip of my breast and I shuddered. I caressed her face and stepped into her kiss. From behind, I felt Russ take my hips in his hands and press into my back. His hard cock nestled in the small of my back. I saw Eric mimic his actions and suddenly Mandy and I are sandwiched between two very hard and excited men. Both men gently bent us over the sides of the tub. Mandy and I could still fondle and kiss as Russ stepped up between my spread legs, took his cock in hand and swiped it along my very wet pussy. He centered himself and with one thrust, buried his cock in me. I cried out with the strength of him. He filled me completely and I began to undulate onto him. I watched as Eric impaled Mandy and, seeing the look on her face, knew that she was stretched and filled with Eric's large cock. I pulled her to me and we kissed deeply as the dance began. I watched my friend get a royal fucking as I experienced it. Mandy watched as her brother's cock plunged in and out of my well lubed pussy. I watched her eyes. They were riveted on his cock. Her brother's cock as it entered and then pulled almost out, long and hard, slick with my juices. I looked up to see Eric watching me get fucked by his partner and friend. He saw the pleasure that Russ was building in me. "Mandy" I whispered loud enough for all to hear, "they aren't going to last long and I am so very close again. I am going to cum and be filled with your brother's hot creamy cum. You are close, I can tell. You are going to be flooded by Eric and then I want to eat you out." Mandy cried out that she was cumming. Eric grunted and pushed hard as he began to fill her. Russ went over that edge and shot rope after rope into me, sending me to climax. Four simultaneous orgasms and the smell of sex was heavy, even in the outside air. As Eric pulled out of Mandy, he flipped her over and I lowered my mouth to her very full pussy. Savoring Eric's tasty cum; I licked and cleaned up every drop. While I worked her pussy, I felt lips sucking me and looked down to see Eric's face between my legs, lapping like a cat at his cream. Even more exciting was the site of Mandy sucking Russ's cock clean. "Well, my friends, day four has been one of the best days of my vacation so far," I said. I think you all need to stay the night and we will see what tomorrow will bring." My heartfelt thanks go to Techsan for his excellent editing. I couldn't have done it without you. You make me shine! The Cabin Ch. 05 Katie interrupted the silence of the room, "Go up stairs and fix my bath. Surprise me while you're there sweetheart and make the room look nice." Ken looked across the room at his beautiful wife who was watching TV. He had just sat down to the computer to catch up on the weekend college sports scores when she spoke. Without delay, he stopped what he was doing, kissed her on the forehead and went to do as she asked. He filled the tub, added an ample dosing of bubble bath, lit a few votive candles and inserted a soft-country CD selection. He tidied up the bath towels, pulled out her favorite terrycloth robe along with a clean plush towel and readied the room. Just before coming down to escort her, he stripped naked, the way she expected him to be while she bathed and neatly folded his clothes in his corner of the bedroom where his dresser was. He descended the stairs to find her watching TV in the den. He was naked but for the CB6000 that he now wore full-time. "Are you ready Katie? The water is nice and warm." Smiling, she hit the remote on the TV and reached for his hand. "Yes, I'm ready. Is the room all nice and pretty?" "Just the way you like it. You know me, always trying to please my mistress." "That's my man," she smiled, squeezing his hand as a gesture of appreciation as they walked into the master bedroom. Katie looked around. The few articles of clothing she had left lying around were folded and put away, the bed covers were turned down, the pillows had been fluffed, a Hershey's kiss lay on her pillow and the soft flicker from a lit candles danced on the walls of the bathroom. "Come in with me tonight. I want you to bathe and shave me before we get ready for bed." He held her hand as his attractive wife slipped into the deep water of the oversized tub and got comfortable. He entered after and sat facing her. Finding a washcloth, he gently washed her body while she relaxed. Music played quietly in the background and Katie closed her eyes and rested while she felt his gentle touch. It had been a busy week and Friday evening was a welcome time as it signified the start of her weekend, a needed reprieve before work began again Monday morning. After washing her, Ken cleaned himself, careful not to get his hair wet. The two of them talked for several minutes about their day and Katie told him about the plans she had made for them next weekend. She arched her hips, indicating to him that she wanted his legs underneath hers. Handing him the disposable razor, he began to shave the hair on and around her pussy. Normally he knelt outside the tub to shave her but on this occasion, she wanted company and this was her routine – to sit on his thighs allowing her pussy to remain above the waterline where he could lather it up and shave her smooth. Ken expertly trimmed her; taking care to be sure he didn't miss any hairs. When he was done she felt her skin making sure it was done to her satisfaction. "Nice. You are getting good at this now that you do it daily." "Yea, it's getting pretty easy. I think I got this part down." She lifted her hips up and Ken stood, extending his hand. She got out of the tub while he wrapped her in a towel and used another to dry her ass and legs. Finished, he stood to dry the rest of her before tossing her towel over his shoulder and helping her into her robe. Let's get this thing off you for awhile," she spoke as she took the key from the gold chain that remained around her neck and unlocked the 6000. Ken breathed deeply as he heard her insert the small key into the Master lock and click it open. It was nice to be free again but as always he knew it would only last an hour or two as it did every week. His cock was hers and she only wanted him in her every now and then. Leaving him in the bathroom, to attend to his own duties, she said, "I'll be in the bedroom. Come to me when you're prepared and bring the candles with you when you do." "Yes Katie. I'll be there in a sec." He removed the 6000 from around his cock and balls, applied shaving cream to his cock, balls and lower abdomen. Letting the moisturizing cream penetrate his skin and stubble, he shaved his face using his electric razor. Once his face was soft smooth, he took the disposable razor and carefully shaved his genitals from the stubble that had grown since last Friday. He brushed his teeth, rinsed with mouthwash and applied cologne to his body. He was ready. Carrying in the candles he put one on each nightstand. As the candlelight pushed the blackness of the room aside he could see his wife laying naked and waiting for him. Passing by her she reached for his cock. "Mmmmm, nice, I love the feel of a man with a shaven cock. Yours is especially nice and look how hard it is already. And we haven't even gotten started," she cooed. "I wonder why?" he said jokingly. He kissed her and climbed in beside her as she motioned for him. They laid intertwined kissing and holding one another in the dim light. Ken knew just how much she loved making out. His soft lips, the feel of his tongue in her mouth, the way he kissed her on her neck, his soft nuzzling of kisses on her earlobes, the sound of his breathing so close, all filled her with satisfaction. To her, they were all signs of his devotion to her as his Mistress. She loved the attention; loved the touch; loved being the focus of his life. "I love you Katie." "Mmmm, I can tell. I love you." "Your body feels so nice to hold. It's the way a woman's body is supposed to feel." "How is that?" she purred?" "Soft. Petite. Strong. Lean. It's perfect." "Thank you. I'm glad you feel that way." "I do. You know I do." "Thank you. Mmmm. I love you." She paused to kiss him deeply once more. "I think it's time now." Ken knew what that meant. He released his embrace and left the bed. Walking around to the foot, he climbed back in. Katie had rolled onto her back in preparation for him. Crawling up between her legs, he reached under her thighs with both hands, spreading her them apart and began his nightly duty; a routine that bonded them as husband and wife; as sub and Domme; as giver and receiver; for this was what Katie had mandated when she took back control of their relationship a few months ago. For her, it was both a time to relax and be pleasured. For him it was a time to obey and know that his place was beneath her, both literally and figuratively as her submissive. But regardless, it was a place that they now both called home; she as the Dominant and he as her submissive caregiver. "Ahh, you are making me feel so nice. Make this a nice slow one Ken. Don't make me cum for a long, long time. I just want to relax and feel you licking me for a while tonight." He didn't have to answer. He just did what he was told; something that he indeed loved. His tongue caressed the gentle folds of her labia lapping at them slowly and softly. Flicking her inner labia from side to side he quietly teased and aroused his wife until she started to shift her hips every now and then. It was 'there' that he was to keep her. Heightened in sexual energy but not so much that it spilled out in a rush of joy, pleasure, and lust when she orgasmed. Licking, lapping, tongue fucking, kissing, he expertly played with her pussy for almost an hour. He watched the time pass on the clock he could see on the nightstand as he ate her. Oh how he loved treating her this way. It was a task he would never tire of. A task that was so pleasurable to him that he too couldn't wait for her to tell him it was time for bed. For every night, this is what she expected and every night he treated her as if it was the last time he'd ever make love to her sweet pussy. After an hours' time he heard the words he knew would come eventually "Make me cum, but bring it on slowly" she whispered. She had had enough of the tease and delightful-torture he had been delivering. Now she wanted the goods. Now she wanted to feel that high that she never tired of feeling. His tongue entered and withdrew from her vagina, a spot that she was especially sensitive. He worked on pleasing her and slowly raising her ever so close to her boiling point. He felt her hands grasping and pawing at his hair as her emotions took control of her rationale. "Oh god. This is going to be a big one." He licked her more softly as he sensed she was about to cum. Letting her fall back just a bit, he started in again. "Mmmmm, mmmmm," he could see her biting her lip from his view below. He reached around her legs and fondled her breasts, and as he did, spread them further apart. Her breathing increased as did her moaning and pulling of his hair. As she neared her orgasm her body thrashed and writhed within the grasp of his arms that held her body tight. Ken licked and moved his face in tune with the thrusts and surges of her hips, keeping his tongue inside her cunt, where he could encircle and move it in and out. He brought her up to one last rise before she came. He had driven her crazy with lust. She now yanked and pulled hard on his hair, something she did whenever she was close. He could hear her grunting with passion and lust like that of a Domme ready to take her prize and use him. "Oh, Ken. Oh Ken. Let me cum. Let me cum. I can't take it anymore," she cried as she thrashed about. He complied, working her pussy as hard and aggressively as he could as he took her over the edge. "Oooooooohhhhhh, ooooohhhhhh, Awwwwwwww." She cried as she came violently. "Mmmmmm, Mmmmmmm. Come. I want you inside me," she ordered. Quickly wiping his mouth and face of her juices on the sheet he mounted her. She grabbed his throbbing cock and guided it to her hole thrusting her hips up into him and sinking it fully inside as they came together as one. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me but don't you dare cum." He did as he was told. Thrusting into her forcefully with each decent of his hips as she gasped and raked her fingers down his back like an animal. "Hmm, Hmmm. Mmmm." she moaned as he pounded her as hard and fast as he could, bringing her ever so close to yet one more climax, this one even more intense than the other. "Fuck me Ken. Fuck me like the sub you are," she gasped. Her orgasm neared and she responded like an animal. Her body shifted and thrust violently, her neck hyperextended, her legs stiffened, she scratched and pawed at him, pulling his face to hers and taking his tongue deep in her mouth where she held and sucked on it while he pounded away at her. "My God, My God, Aaahhhhhh......" she cried as she came this time screaming. Ken was almost at his climax too and was doing all that he could to not cum as well, but the emotion of the scene was making it nearly impossible. Fortunately he held his load and slowed his pace before falling on her to hold her close the way she liked it when they made love in this way. I love you Katie," he whispered in her ear. He kissed her softly along the full length of her neck. "Mmmm," was all she said but he didn't need more. He knew how she felt and was feeling now. He knew that she loved him like none other. He slowly moved his cock in and out of her after her orgasm had subsided and she was no longer quite so sensitive. She lay quietly letting him make love to her tenderly. It was as if he could read her mind now and knew precisely what she desired. He had come so far in the past several months since they had rekindled their Domme/sub relationship and Ken had grown by leaps and bounds in learning to focus his energies and thoughts on her. He had learned this time what it really meant to put her needs first, above his own. But even more, he had learned to think and anticipate her needs without her having to be asked or directed. Now was one of those times. She needed to feel his closeness. She needed to feel the thickness of his shaft inside her. But she needed to be made love to now, not fucked. She wanted tenderness and that was precisely what he was doing – loving her. Slowly and quietly they made love. Straightening his arms he lifted his chest off hers. His cock silently and slowly entered and left her as he lifted and lowered his hips to make love to her while she watched and touched him. Running her hands down his taut arms and over his chest their eyes remained fixed on one another. When he sensed that she was satisfied he withdrew his still rock-hard cock and lay next to her. Sometime later, she sat, grabbing his hand and directing him to stand before her. "Stand here," she said as she sat on the bedside. Taking his cock into her mouth she sucked on it while he stood facing her. "Touch me. Watch me. I'm going to suck you till you cum, I want this to feel really nice for you," she whispered as she licked his long thick shaft and fondled his balls. She had asked him to shave over a year ago when he first asked her to be his Domme. She had married before but never to a man that shaved his genitals. When Ken asked her to be his Mistress one of her first things she told him that she would now expect of him was that was that he keep his cock, balls and abdomen silky soft and free of hair. It was just one of those 'turn-on buttons' of hers and once she was given the power to demand it she didn't hesitate in making it happen. She loved seeing a man shaved and loved feeling the silky soft skin when she ran her hands over him. "Hmmm," she coed while bobbing on and off. Katie kept her husband securely locked all week but usually allowed him to ejaculate on Fridays – usually but not always. She had found that the simple task of encasing his cock in the plastic enclosure of the CB6000 was enough to draw his attention off of his needs and wants and focus them on hers. Additionally she learned that controlling when and if he came added extra incentive for him to be on his best behavior knowing that she determined when he would next be permitted to ejaculate. Last week she denied him, not because he disappointed her, but just because. She looked at it as a loving reminder that she was the Domme and it was her that reigned supreme in their home. But tonight she wanted to suck his cock to completion. As she took him deep within her throat, almost to the point where she gagged, she thought about how much she loved the feel of his warm hard shaft in her mouth to enjoy. She fondled his balls and toyed with his ass as she sucked him. She knew that his eyes never left hers and he felt the gentle touch of his hands on her head and across her cheek. Obedience was a quality in which he was becoming ever more competent, as he would now do whatever she asked without hesitation. He was indeed embracing her as the head of their home. Stroking his shaft with her hand and using it as an extension of her mouth and throat soon brought about the moaning that she had anticipated. Katie was fantastic at sucking cock and knew what types of attention stimulated him most. She could hear him grunting from above but he knew not to speak is it was an understanding between them when she sucked him he was not to tell her what to do. But his touches became more passionate, more sporadic conveying to her that his impending orgasm neared. Furthermore, Katie could now taste the thick pre-cum which oozed freely. She intentionally let the cum and saliva spill out of her mouth, down her chin and between her breasts. She pushed him back and knelt, still stroking him. Putting his cock between her ample breasts now soaked with her saliva, she looked up at him. "Fuck my breasts. Cum on me." Ken obeyed and pumped his hips as she asked. She watched him as he watched her. She kept mouthing to him "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," knowing the turn-on her talk provided in bringing him to a climax. "Pump it harder. Come on. You love this," the taunted. "Hmmm. Ughh. Hmmm" Was all he said as he worked himself to a frenzy. Katie massaged his prostate as he did and felt the muscles contracting. She arched her head exposing her neck as he came. "Ugghh, Ugggghhh. Ugghhh," He grunted again and again as he shot cum on her chin, neck and breasts. Releasing his cock he could see her body was now covered in the milky cream of his cum. Katie stroked him softly now, milking out the last drops of seaman letting and letting them fall onto her breasts. Ken watched and savored every moment of her attention. She had never let him cum on her before and loved seeing her beneath him coated with his juices. Lifting her cum coated fingers to him she told him, "Lick them clean. Then kneel down and clean me." "Yes Katie. As you wish." She reached over to the nightstand drawer for a spoon and gave it to him. "Scrape me clean and swallow what it all; and don't miss a drop." Stretching back onto the side of the bed, she stretched her arms on the mattress and watched him scrape the edge of the spoon against her breasts, neck, chest and abdomen, filling the spoon each time with the milky cum he had spewed on her. He looked into her eyes each time he swallowed and mouthed "I love you". Ken was a heavy cummer, especially since it had been two weeks since his last release. All in all, he swallowed several spoonfuls of cum before she was completely clean. Kissing him deeply, she probed her tongue into his cum-coated mouth tasting the savory salty juice. "Hmmm, that tastes good. Next time I might have to swallow it and not share it with you. You should be thankful I let you have this load." "I am Mistress. I am. Thank you." Without a word, he left her and returned with a warm wet washcloth and towel in hand. Kneeling before her, he wiped her neck and torso with the warm cloth and dried her. "Would you like to sleep now?" "Yes I'm getting tired and it's getting late." "OK. You climb in bed and I'll put the 6000 back on." "Thank you Kenny." "Thank you Mistress. This was so nice." He reattached the circular retraining harness around the base of his cock, slipping the securing pins in place and fitted the plastic cock over his own before sliding the lock in place. As was his tradition, he presented his cock to is Domme who clicked the lock secure. He snuggled up behind her as was their custom and soon fell fast asleep both having been fully satisfied by one another. .................................... The following day Ken left just after lunch to spend a day with two of his best friends. They were going to enjoy the day fishing and then cook a meal together before watching the game that evening. Around three Ken received a call from Katie informing him that she would be going to dinner with him at six at one of her favorite Italian restaurants. Without a pause or second thought he reassured her he'd be home in plenty of time to shower and dress for their dinner date. Thanking her for the invite, he told her how much he loved her. "Guys, I need to cut out early. Katie wants me home around five." "What? Again?" Jim snapped. "You did this to me two weeks ago when she called. What's going on with you two?" "Don't worry about it. It's ok." "No, it's not. She is always doing this to you and you let her. Man you got to get your home in order," he squawked. "Jim, it's really not what you think. We have a great relationship and I don't mind leaving to be with her." "I don't know what kind of relationship you have but in my house, I rule." "I'm glad that works for you but I love Katie and if she wants me home to do something with her then that's what I'm going to go." "Ken, you have issues. It shouldn't be that way. You're the one that should be telling her what to do." "You think so? Really?" "Yea I do. That's the way it should be. It's the way it is with me and most other men and its how it should be with you too." "Look I'm not going to argue with you about this but I can tell you this; I am not going to go against what she wants. I'm going to put her first, all the time. Period." The Cabin Ch. 05 Thanks again to Kirk2004 for all his help and editing expertise. ~*~*~ Fun on a table Michael pressed END on his cell phone, put it back on the side table, and rested his head on the back of the couch. Unconsciously he slipped one hand between the folds of Kit's robe and started to caress her silky skin while pulling her against him. "Michael, what do you plan to do?" "...plan to do, Sir." "Sir." "I plan on showing you what other uses that table has besides eating off of." "No, Michael. I mean what do you plan to do to Suzette?" Michael opened his eyes and lifted her chin so she was looking at him and then lifted one eyebrow. "What?" She frowned, clearly not understanding. "Kitten, you're having a hard time remembering your status and correct responses. I've been more than lenient so not only am I going to show you the table, you're going to get to experience its other uses first hand. Then maybe, just maybe, you'll remember not to talk unless given permission and to remember to address me as Sir." Before Kit could even react, Michael pulled his hand away from her breast, slid it under her knees, and got up. He lifted her as if she weighed no more than a child. Kit had forgotten how strong he was. He was beside the table before she knew it, and he put her down. He cupped her chin, lifted her face, and brought his down to within an inch of hers. "Don't move. Don't speak." His lips caressed hers. His midnight colored eyes twinkled; he smiled letting her know they were playing now. He turned and walked to a corner of the table and slid his hand to the underside. Immediately several of the strange, intricate pieces of the tabletop popped out revealing embedded eyebolts. Kit's mouth dropped open. Michael smiled in response, opened the drawer of the 'tool' cabinet, took a contoured mat out, and put it on the table. Then he simply looked at Kit, cocked his head, and pushed the robe off her shoulders. It pooled around her feet. He picked her up and deposited her on the mat arranging her just so. "Shh," he said when she tried to ask what he was going to do. "You're doing well, slave. Don't spoil it." His whole manner was amused. Kit's breathing became ragged, and he could see the questions in her eyes; but she could also see the laughing smile in his, and the curve of his lips. He took a cloth and laid it across her eyes, and whispered in her ear. "I don't want you to anticipate; I want you to just feel, Kit. Just relax, baby, I won't hurt you." He got several items from the cabinet and placed them between her spread legs. He tied her to the table with belts and cuffs, which he anchored to the eyebolts. The finished result left her wide-open and with just enough precious moving room to respond to him. Michael removed the cloth from Kit's eyes, leaned down, and kissed her forehead, eyelids, cheeks, and mouth. He could see a bit of fear and a lot of arousal. "You're doing very well, Kit. I'm proud of you." He chuckled reassuringly as he skimmed his fingers from her cheek to between her breasts. "Did you know, my pet, a well-trained slave can come on command from her master? The flip side is a slave is not allowed to come, no matter how much she is stimulated, until the master gives her permission. You see a master even controls his slave's orgasms. An obedient slave might be allowed to come many times. A disobedient slave might be stimulated manually or with a cock or mouth until she's ready to explode, but might not be allowed to come for days. Very frustrating I'm told." He leaned down and whispered in Kit's ear. "I don't expect us to ever get to that master/slave level, but what I thought might be fun would be to see how many times I can get you to come in the next hour or so. What do you think, Kit? Can I make you come three, four or five times? Can I take you so high you'll pass-out? Can I make you scream? Can I make you beg me to continue? Beg me to stop?" "Mi—" Michael laid a finger across her lips. "No speaking without permission, and I haven't given you permission. This isn't a punishment session. It's a control lesson, me showing you I have control over your body. What do you say, Kit? Want a make it a game? Say you try not to orgasm, and I try to make you come? A bet? If I can make you come in less than five minutes I get my way with you for one hour. If you can hold out for five minutes, I only get fifteen minutes. Want to play? You have permission to speak." Kit's jaw fell open, as she looked up at him, bewildered. She could see his laughing eyes, and the challenge they contained. She rolled her eyes and pulled on her restraints. Hell, five minutes was nothing. "Okay, sir, I accept your challenge." It was a big mistake on Kit's part as she was about to find out. He chuckled. "Let me add a little something to your lovely body and then we'll begin." He picked up a different set of nipple clamps and put them on her breasts. "You see how fair I am? I only caressed your nipples long enough to get them ready for the clamps, and I'm sure you would have to agree, they're hardly tight enough to feel. In fairness, though, I'll wait a few minutes to let you calm down from the slight stimulation. I wouldn't want you to accuse me of not playing fair." Michael walked into the kitchen and brought back an egg timer. He set it to five minutes, kissed her lightly on the lips, and whispered into her ear. "Tell me when you're ready, Kitten." Katherine closed her eyes and Michael could tell she was trying to put herself in a state of total self-control. He was sure she was doing one of her mental discipline exercises. Before Suzette had terrorized her, Kit had always been very responsive to his touch. He loved the way she responded to him. Even though he'd had her last night and again this morning, they had a glut of several months. She was primed for his games, and he knew just where she was the most sensitive. He gave her a few minutes and whispered again, "Are you ready, my love?" "Yes." Michael released the button on the timer and put it on the sideboard. He waited thirty seconds and then pressed the box controlling the vibrations on the nipple clamps. Kit's eyes flew open in surprise. Before she could respond to the sensation, Michael put his fingers between her thighs and made small circles before pushing a finger into her. He pulled out and pushed back adding another finger. She was wet and he smiled as he continued to gently finger fuck her. He picked up a vibrator, turned it on medium, placed it just above his thrusting fingers, and pulled it slowly up to her clit. They had been married for more than three years. He knew she was capable of multiple orgasms and how she liked to be touched, but they had never used a vibrator. He watched her face, her eyes, and saw her fighting for control. He had surprised her and she couldn't quite regain her mental balance. Fighting the orgasm would, in the end, make that orgasm sweeter, more powerful. He noticed the tiny beads of perspiration on her forehead and temples. Her hands, clenching and unclenching, were pulling at the restraints. He saw her stomach muscles tighten as he thrust his fingers into her a bit harder. He crooked one finger, found her g-spot, and then rotated the vibrator. He felt her vaginal muscle contract around his fingers and pull him in farther. She couldn't stop the movement of her lower body as her hips lifted up and met him thrust for thrust. She arched up one final time and inhaled a tiny gasp before letting out a strangled cry. "Ah, love, you lose and I have almost a minute to spare even." "Bastard." She was breathing heavily. "Kitten, is that anyway to talk to your master? Let's see how much you're able to say after an hour." He gave her the three minutes to settle down and then put the vibrator right back on that now hypersensitive pearl. He gave his free hand the enjoyable task of running up and down her sleek body. He caressed her cheek, tweaked her breasts, and kneaded her stomach before moving to massage that sensitive spot behind her knees. He used his mouth on her, tasted her, sucked strongly at her breasts, and then dipped his tongue in her navel before he nibbled on her clit. He watched as her hands fisted and splayed out repeatedly as she became more and more aroused. He watched as she struggled pulling on the belts, not to free herself but to lift up to the glorious pressure. He watched as her back arched off the mat, her head thrashed back and forth, and as her moan became more frantic; he brought her to orgasm again. He repeated the stimulation but backed off right as she neared another orgasm. He repeated this several times until he thought she would scream from frustration. "Michael, please, please." He wasn't sure if she wanted him to take her to completion or to stop. If her moans and struggles were any indication, she probably didn't know either. "Michael. Michael." "Now, Kitten," Michael said softly. She arched her head back and cried out. He was glad he had the foresight to remove his pants before the game began. He climbed up between her legs. This time when she climaxed, he didn't back off to give her breathing room or time to recover. He put one finger inside her stroking her gently, keeping her on edge, and drawing the climax out. Another finger joined the first and then another. Kit's next orgasm built on the last, driving her higher and higher. Watching her respond to him, taxed his own control. When she cried out, he slid his throbbing cock into her and thrust hard, once, twice and again. He knew he was going to ejaculate; he couldn't stop it, couldn't extend it. He exploded into her, filling her with his seed. He dropped to his forearms. The table wasn't like a soft mattress. The table had no give. He knew he would squash her if he lowered his entire weight on her. His breathing was very bit as labored as hers. He had had her on the table forty-eight minutes; it would take her longer to recover. He knew his Kitten; she would want to sleep. After a minute or two...or five, he thought he could move. So when he was able, he got off the table and released her, picked her up, and carried her to the bedroom. "Sleep, my love, you've earned your rest." Michael doubted that she heard him through her semi-conscious daze. He brushed the hair from her cheek, covered her, gave her a kiss, and returned to the table. ~*~*~ "Ah, Kitten, you're awake. Are you getting hungry? My, my, my, all we do is fuck and eat. Well you got a little nap in." She blushed. "Come, sit down Kit. You may speak," he said grinning. "Master/slave games are done for today...or, at least, for a while." Michael eyes traveled up from her lovely breasts, thank goodness the bitch hadn't marked them, to Kit's eyes. The dark circles under them didn't seem as pronounced, although she still seemed very fragile. Time and assurance that the terror was over would take care of that. "You're a bastard, you know?" She said it with a smile. He answered in kind. "What? I bring you to four or was it five orgasms, and you call me a bastard. I'm just trying to make up for lost time." Her lip quivered as she threw herself on his lap, and buried her head in the curve of his neck. "Kit, I'm just teasing. Don't cry. Please baby, don't cry." Shaken, this upset Michael as much as anything else that had happened in the last twenty-four hours. This was a different kind of crying. "Shh, honey. It's okay. Everything is okay." Michael held her until she calmed down, and then he cupped her face with his hands, and kissed her tenderly. "Kit, I love you more than life itself. Never, ever forget that again. Look, you scattered all my notes, and I have a plan worked out. Brian called while you were napping. It seems our little Miss Suzette has secrets of her own. I bet she didn't tell Donavan she has a record. She served time for...guess what...extortion. Tuesday or Wednesday Bri and I are going to pay a visit to her apartment. I hope she has the pictures and the tapes there. We need to get those before we can go any farther. I won't have her try and use them when the time comes for retribution." "Oh Michael, you'll get caught. You'll lose everything. I can't let you do it. Please Michael." "Shh. No one will catch me. Brian also found out about a friend of hers. She's probably the one who helped her that night. They met in prison. Isn't that interesting? Bri is going to have an operative follow Suzette 24/7 until this is over. We'll probably go in Wednesday and give his men Monday and Tuesday to get some idea of her routine. He wants to check and see if she has a safety deposit box, and, if so, at what bank. You know, I think she just might get her wallet pick-pocketed tomorrow or Monday. What I need to know from you is everything you can tell me about her routine and movements while she's at work. Let's start supper first; I'm starving." They moved to the kitchen and Katherine really looked around for the first time. It really was a beautiful place. The furniture indeed was very heavy, but it seemed to fit the ambiance of the room. The kitchen was fairly modern but with a rustic look. Michael took steaks out of the refrigerator that he had put in a bowl to marinate. Katherine took the potatoes Michael handed her, washed them, put them in the microwave. She took plates and set the table. Michael smiled as he watched her run her fingers over the wooden insets that hid the eyebolts. She turned back towards the kitchen when she heard the steaks sizzling and blushed when she caught Michael smiling at her. "Check your potatoes, Kit," Michael said laughing. "You really are a bastard, you know." "Yeah, and you loved it." "It sure was different than anything we've done before. I can't believe you've never told me about this place. You're not...you aren't still going to sell it, are you?" "I don't think I can now that I've seen you on that table you just so lovingly caressed." "Michael! God, you wore me out." They both laughed. They ate and after supper, he gave her the grand tour and explained the little idiosyncrasies throughout the cabin, sometimes giving her a personal demonstration. Michael couldn't seem to keep his hands off Kit. When he saw her shiver, and this time it wasn't from his touch, he got her a much warmer robe and some heavy socks. He added wood and stoked the fire. A robe instead of clothes, he said, because it was much easier to peel off. Later, though, it wasn't gags, cuffs, or whips that were used, but, with pillows and quilts covering the rug in front of the fireplace, they held each other tenderly. The candles on the hearth flickered; their glow had a quieting effect. They sipped wine and listened to the Faith Hill softly playing in the background. Michael wouldn't let her dwell on her fear that Suzette would do something that would ruin his career. Instead, they rejoiced in the love they almost lost. Katherine had forgotten how intoxicating his kisses were when she didn't have to concentrate on not letting him see the scar. He cast his magic spell on her now, and, at least for a while, she forgot the nightmare that consumed her life for the last few months. In the middle of the night like the night before, Michael carried Kit to the bedroom and put her to bed. She unconsciously curled up on her side. Michael slid in beside her and curled around her in a loving, protective cocoon. His hand circled her and covered her breast. The nipple automatically pebbled, and he couldn't help but give it a tiny pinch, which exacted a moan. Perhaps tomorrow he would give Kit another Master/slave lesson. Tomorrow would be a free day; Kit needed another day away from any thought of Suzette. Monday they would start home, and he would put his plan in action. ~*~*~ Coming soon – Fun in the shower Sorry it took so long to get this chapter up. I know the chapter is short, but next should be posted sooner. It and the last chapter are with Kirk, and as soon as he sends them back, I'll submit them. Thank you for taking the time to read my story. Thank you to all who have left feedback on previous chapters and to those who sent comments to me anonymously through direct e-mail. Please accept my appreciation. The Cabin Ch. 05 "But what about you? What about what you want?" "She is what I want. You don't get it, do you? I want to please her. I want to satisfy her. I want to make her happy, and if that means not spending a whole day with you guys then that's what I'm going to do." "Man, she's got you by the nuts. You got to break free of this control she's got on you." "I don't want to break free. I like it this way. I think it's great. I have a fantastic marriage. I love her and she loves me. I am married to a gorgeous woman and I'd do anything for her. And if that means putting her wants before mine then so be it." "So you're going to miss the game, for what, going shopping or hanging around at home? Man she's screwing you big time." "You know Jim, it's not like that. It doesn't matter what we do when I get there. The point is I get to be with her. I married her to be with her, not to run off and leave her alone. Didn't you marry Debbie to be with her?" Well yea, but..." "Well then. If Katie told me stay home every day to hang out with her then I'd do it without thinking twice about it. That's just the way I feel and nothing is going to change that. And besides, you guys get to have bigger steaks since you can eat mine." They laughed and the conversation slowly changed. That was the first time that Ken had to publicly take a stand regarding Katie being the dominant one in their relationship. He knew that it wasn't the last time this conversation would come up but he felt good about what he said. As he got into it with Jim, he realized that he really had no leg to stand on to refute his commitments about her. He loved her and his actions reflected that – by putting her needs ahead of his own. He realized as he went back to fishing that what he said was so very true and taking a stand on behalf of his wife's' request struck a chord with him that he hadn't really processed before to this degree. He realized that not only did he make a commitment to be her sub, but that in doing so he was doing the right thing for both her and their marriage. Standing firm in the face of his buddies took strength and as he cast his fly into the brook he felt proud that he stood up to them about her as his Domme. Although they didn't know the intimate details of their relationship he knew that he had stood firm in supporting her desire to be the dominant one in their relationship. Standing up to them did took courage and though he was Katie's sub, he knew that she would have been proud to have been able to see the strength of her husband as he supported her as her submissive with his friends. He left the guys an hour later as they were packing up to go home. That evening while enjoying a candlelight dinner complete with a white tablecloth and a bottle of red wine, Ken shared his conversation with her. Katie beamed with delight letting him know just how pleased she was with the way that he handled the situation. They talked for over an hour while sitting at the corner table by the light of a solitary candle. They laughed about lighthearted topics and spent time discussing more deeply issues at home and work that needed sharing. As their table was being cleared and they sat conversing over a final glass of wine, Katie shared with him. "I want you to do something for me tonight." "What's that?" "Before I tell you what it is... You will do it." "Of course I will. I trust you. You know that." "Good, cause I want you to get a woman to squeeze your cock while I watch." "What?!" He said surprised by her comment. "I want you to get a woman to squeeze your cock," she reiterated. Ken leaned in and whispered, "But I'm locked up Katie. Did you forget?" "No. I know you are and that's what's going to make this so much fun for me. I can't wait to see the look on her face when she squeezes it, only to find that she's grabbing onto a plastic one because I have yours locked inside." She started to giggle just thinking about the reaction on the woman's face when she finally did grab his crotch. "Why do you want me to do this?" Ken asked again, not getting into this at all the way Katie was. "Just because. I think it will be good for you. It will stretch you a little bit and it'll let me know that you are willing to risk embarrassment and pride on my behalf." "OK, I'll do it but only because you want me." "I know. That's what I expect you to say." He took a deep breath and sighed, not knowing how all this was going to turn out. "So what's your plan now?" "We're going to go to Jason's Bar and I'm going to pick out a woman that you are to go after. All I want you to do is to get into a conversation and tell her that I have you locked up because you are my sub. You can even point me out if you want. But you need to get her to grab you. I want her to know that you really are wearing a chastity harness." "If that's what you want." "It is." "So, can I flirt with her?" "No," she snapped, "I can't believe you even asked me." "Well how am I going to get a woman to grab me if I don't show her some charm to get her loosened up a bit." "You figure it out but no flirting. You flirt and I'll discipline you right there in the bar." "Ok, no flirting." "So, you ready to have some fun," she beamed while biting her lower lip. Ken knew whenever she did that she was excited with anticipation. "I'm ready. I can't believe I'm going to do this, but I'm ready" "OK, let's go." At the bar, Ken ordered two beers. They sat at an empty table talking. Katie scanned the crowd looking for a potential woman that he would approach. By nine, there was over a hundred people gathered, mostly younger single guys and women but there were several middle age couples milling around as well. Katie spotted an attractive, well-dressed couple in their early forties. She was about her height, petite, slim, shapely and with ample breasts. Her auburn hair accented her deep brown eyes and full lips. Her husband was a few inches taller with dark curly hair and built well. She watched them interact and noticed that he was the social one, spending time talking not only with his wife but with most of the other women standing nearby. There was something in the way that he interacted with the group of women that disturbed her. It was evident that his wife was easily the most beautiful one of the group, yet he seemed to pay her little attention though he engaged the others in conversation. Although they were attracted to him, at least from Katie's perspective, his wife seemed disconnected from the group and he made no effort to bring her into their conversation. "Her." Katie finally said, pointing to the brunette she had been watching. "Wow. You picked a beauty. I don't know if I have the charm to woo her away. Why did you pick her? "Just because. She's the one I want you to get. Do what you need to make it happen, but remember, no flirting, or else..." she said smiling and yet quite serious. Ken shook his head in disbelief over what he was about to do, kissed her goodbye and walked over to to see if he could get her away from her husband and the group of women gathered together. It wasn't more than a couple of minutes before he struck up a conversation with Steve and the other ladies. He interacted with them for some time before noticing that her beer was almost empty. Amber listened quietly while Steve peppered him with questions. Finding that he was here with his wife he seemed interested in learning where she was and Ken pointed out the attractive blonde across the way. Katie was sitting alone now and looking lonely not making eye contact with anyone at the moment. "Amber, can I buy you and Steve another beer? It's on me." "Sure," she replied. "Steve, you want one? You can finish that one off and I'll bring you another." "No, I'm good for now. Thanks." "C'mon up with me and I'll get us both a beer. You ever tried a Blue Moon?" he asked Amber who seemed more than willing to join him. "Be right back Steve," she said walking with Ken over to the bar. Steve nodded as they left and returned his attention to the four women. Amber thanked him for the offer and the two began talking. He ordered two drinks and they stood near the end of the bar chatting and getting to know one another. Amber noticed a short time later that Steve had left the girls and was now talking to Katie. She could see that the two were now laughing and engaged in lighthearted conversation. He had pulled his chair around the small table to sit closer while they watched others from their viewpoint in the corner. "You're husband is a real talker. You know that?" Ken said pointing out the obvious. "Yea, he loves to talk and I think he has eyes for too many women too." "Well, I'm sure you don't have anything to worry about. You are beautiful yourself and I'm sure he really only loves you." "I wonder about that sometimes. I really wonder about that. Look at him. He's over there working on softening up your wife now. It's like he's addicted to women. I just don't get it." "Don't worry about him with Katie. She doesn't take anything from anybody if she's not interested and I doubt she will be." "I hope so. Sometimes I think he's here just looking to see if he can line up a quickie for later." "I can't imagine. There aren't any women besides you and Katie that even compare to you two. Look around. There's no one here even close to being as attractive as you two. I'm sure he's not looking for anyone else." "Thanks for the compliment, but I don't know. I've suspected for some time that he's cheated on me but I'm just not certain." "Well, that's not ever going to be me. I'll never cheat on Katie." "She's beautiful," she said sipping her beer while watching her from afar. Ken had his back to Katie now although Amber could see that the two were holding hands. Katie appeared to be quite enamored by her new friend from Amber's perspective, often leaning in close whispering in his ear, or kissing him on the cheek. She couldn't quite tell but it was obvious that she was enjoying her husband. "Yes she is. I don't want anyone else. I've been married before but this one I'm not going to let get away." "I don't know. It looks like she's enjoying Steve." Without bothering to turn around he said, "well, if she is, then she is, but that's not for me to worry about. "Why not? She's your wife." "Yea she is but I don't interfere with what she does or doesn't do." "Why not?" Amber asked, not understanding why he wouldn't step in and keep other guys away from her. "Look at her; I think they're over there flirting with one another now. It pisses me off to see him like this." Ken turned around to see her with her hand cupping his forearm and clearly enjoying his company. "Wow, that does surprise me but as I said, I'm not going to worry about it." "Why not?" She asked again. "Cause I'm her sub," he responded casually. "You're her what?" "I'm her sub." "What's that mean?" Not answering her question, he asked her, "Who's in charge between the two of you?" "I don't know, Steve is most of the time but me sometimes." "And does that work for you guys?" "Most of the time. Why?" "Well, Katie and I have decided that she is going to be in charge. So that makes me not in charge. That's why I said I'm her sub." "And what does that mean exactly." "Well it means that she does whatever she wants and I do whatever she says," he said laughing. "Like she can go off with Steve and you'd let her if she did?" Amber asked sarcastically. "Well if she wanted to, then yes, but I can't imagine that she ever would." "Well, look at her now. Don't you think that she's getting a little friendly with Steve?" "I think Steve is getting a little friendly with Katie if you asked me. But I don't worry about that. I know that she loves me and that she will draw the line for Steve at some point and not let him get too frisky with her. The question is, are you ok with Steve's flirtation with Katie?" Amber watched him with his arm around her as the two now talked quietly. "No I'm not. I don't like seeing him this way but I can't stop him. I mean he'd do this if he came here alone and I know he does." "Well, do you see me flirting with you? I could if I wanted, you know," he said smiling. "No, you're being good. Thanks." "But do you know?" "Cause you love and respect your wife I guess." "I do love her, but I couldn't do anything with you even if you came on to me or took me up on an offer." "Like what?" She asked now smiling. "Like I couldn't sweep you off your feet and tell you to meet me in some secret or secluded place to have sex." "And why not? They're not paying attention to us," she said enjoying his sudden interest in her, "Don't you think I'm attractive enough for you?" "Oh, you're attractive alright but I can't have sex." "Do you have ED or something?" She said, laughing at the thought. "No. But I have a chastity harness on and she holds the key to it," he said motioning to Katie. "What do you have on?" She gasped, her voice now lowering to a whisper and her eyes narrowing; puzzled with his response. "What's a chastity harness?" "It's basically a plastic tube that goes over my cock. I take it you've never heard of one." "No! Why are you wearing it? Are you two into some kind of kinky sexual relationship?" Ken looked over at Katie and their eyes met. He held up his beer smiling as if toasting her and continued, "No we don't do kinky sex. But to answer your question, I'm wearing it because she insists that I do. It's what she expects me to do and I do whatever she tells me. It's just the way it is with us." "But why are you wearing it?" "You really want to hear why?" "I do. I think it's really odd but you have my attention. Tell me." "Awhile back, like maybe 18 months or so ago, Katie and I spent a weekend at a cabin where we had first met when we started dating. Before we left home for our weekend getaway, she asked me if I wanted to experiment sexually. She wanted each of us to take a day to be in charge of the sexual activities that we engaged in. I thought it sounded fun so we each picked a day. She took charge of the first day and I took charge of the second. But what really happened was, that she took charge of the first day and when it was my turn, I decided to do things I knew she would love more so than what I was into, so I really let her take charge of both days. Amber, something happened that first night when she dictated what we did, when we did it and how she wanted it, that I had never felt before. It was like 'wow, this is what I've always wanted'. I had read that there were dominant and submissive relationships out there but I never really gave it much thought. But that night, I couldn't get the possibility of us being that way out of my head. It was as if a light went on telling me this was the lifestyle best suited for me. I got up the guts to tell her exactly how I felt and she too seemed to be thinking the same thoughts from her perspective as a dominant. I told her that weekend that I wanted her to think about taking charge of 'us' as a couple because I felt I could best love her if I let her take the lead and become the head of our household." "So you asked her if you could be her sub then," Amber interjected. "Yes." "And she said yes to your proposal then didn't she?" "She did. And our relationship went from good to great. I mean the sex was fantastic but the rest of our marriage went from good to great as well. It was like we fell back in love all over again. It was really cool. But over time, she slowly stopped putting expectations on me to serve her and over time I just got lazy. We unknowingly slipped back into our old routine and although that was still really good, it wasn't how we had both agreed to live when we talked about this initially at the cabin." "So what happened to change all that? Something obviously changed." "Yea, I got caught talking to women online about a year later." "You fool!" "Yes, it almost ruined us. I thought for a day or so that she was going to tell me to leave but we were able to sort things out. What really happened was that she met with an old friend of hers that knew lots about dominant and submissive relationships. I think that she was a God-send. Their conversations got Katie thinking back to what we did have and what it was that she missed so much when things fell back to our 'old' ways. Katie told me later that she didn't want to lose me but did want me back as that guy that lived to love and serve her as I had earlier. I found out later that Katie spent a lot of time on the web researching dominant lifestyle topics and subject matter that professed the value of a female-led relationship. She learned lots of things; one being that one of the most effective ways to motivate a man's desire to serve a woman and not have wandering eyes or thoughts is to control a man's ability to orgasm." "You mean she doesn't let you cum when you want?" "Does it look like I can cum when I want?" He snickered. "I don't know. I don't know what that thing looks like or how it works." "You want to feel?" "What?" "Do you want to feel it? Go ahead, it's not like you're going to grab my cock cause it's encased in polycarbonate plastic." "There's people here Ken." "Do you see people looking at us, go ahead. I think you'll find that it does what it is intended to do." Amber looked around and then reached her hand down and over his crotch apprehensively feeling the plastic cock beneath his jeans. Wondering what he was wearing and realizing she couldn't feel his shaft she fondled more curiously finally grabbing it fully in her hand. "I can't believe this!" She exclaimed. "You mean men actually wear these?" Her hands moved to grab him more fully finally stumbling onto something that moved, "What is that?" "It's the Master lock that holds everything together and keeps me from ever taking it off." "Wow, you are in prison aren't you?" she said still holding him as the gravity of what she held in her hand began to penetrate her thoughts. "Yes I am," he replied as Amber continued to feel around, trying to understand how it remained secure on him. Grabbing his balls by accident she exclaimed, ""Ooops, sorry, I didn't mean to do that." "Ken laughed. Don't worry. No offense taken. That ring you felt around the base of my cock is what the Master Lock secures the cock to. That's what prevents the cock from slipping off. My balls won't fit through that small ring so can't ever be removed without Katie unlocking me." "Wow, this thing is amazing! And it doesn't hurt?" She asked now quite curious to how it felt and functioned. Katie had been watching the entire time and saw the reaction on Amber's face when she realized what she had done to Ken. She watched her holding his cock for almost a minute before bursting in laughter from afar. Steve remained unaware that she wasn't laughing at his comments but at his wife's reaction to her secret. "I can't believe this. And you wear this willingly?" "Do you want to hear the rest of our story?" "Go on," she said grabbing him once more and shaking her head in disbelief. She happened to look across the room where she spotted Katie watching her. She quickly withdrew her hand only to see her laugh and wave from afar. "She saw me grab you," she said embarrassed at being caught. "I know. Don't worry; she's probably just glad to know there is another woman out there that now knows what a wife can do to a husband that needs to be reigned in a bit." "I can't believe you are wearing this," she said again more to herself. "Tell me what happened after she talked with this woman-friend of hers" The Cabin Ch. 05 "Well one Saturday, a package showed up at our doorstep and Katie had me open it. To my surprise it was what I have on. She made me put it on and because I had almost ruined our marriage by my online activities I felt like I didn't have any choice but to do so. After I did she demanded the keys to the 6000, that's what it's called, and left me in it day and night for a week. I got so frustrated at not being able to touch myself, not that I wanted to jerk-off or anything but just the fact that I didn't even have a choice about it. But even worse was that I lost all the power within our relationship. She knew I wanted out. She knew I wanted to cum but with this on I had lost that control. She had the control now. She had me where she wanted me. In a sense, she forced me once again to be her sub but now the magnitude of submission was so much greater than it was before. She began to put stipulations on me as to what she expected, telling me that if I didn't live up to them she wasn't going to unlock me for release. "Like what? What changed? What kind of things did she demand?" "I think you'll have to talk to her about that." "I'm too embarrassed to." "You shouldn't be. She'd love to talk to you." "You want to talk to her now? I mean I might need to come to her rescue anyway before your hubby tries to take even more liberties with her than he already has." Amber paused, thought for a moment and then responded. "I think I might like that. Think you can let the two of us talk?" "Absolutely. I'll just let her know that's what you want. Then you can ask whatever you want about how we live and what she expects of me." With that, the two of them walked over and interrupted Steve and Katie much to his chagrin. The four of them talked for several minutes before Amber asked Katie if she would walk with her to the ladies room. The two left the guys alone to chat which they did for awhile, before Steve excused himself to talk to a friend he saw arrive. It wasn't long before he found another woman to flirt with in another part of the bar, leaving Ken alone. He sat patiently watching the crowd and listening to the rock music that blared from the nearby speakers. Katie returned with Amber in tow almost an hour later. "We're going home now and Amber is coming with us." "Is she OK? Anything wrong?" "No she's fine. I invited her, so she's off to tell Steve that we'll give her a ride home later tonight." "OK. I'm ready whenever you are." Ken kissed is wife's soft lips and stood with his arm around her while Amber let Steve know she'd be home later. He seemed fine with her leaving and quickly returned to talking with the brunette he was now seated with. "He's amazing," Amber said to Katie. "Just look at him. He could have cared less that I left." "Hey, you're with us now. Just relax and enjoy yourself." "I think I will. Thanks for the invite. I'm really glad you made me this offer." "What offer is that Katie?" Ken asked. "She's going to spend the evening with us." "Oh." It was getting late and he was a bit surprised that she invited someone over this late at night. "Whatever you want," he added knowing that had to abide by her decision. "That's what I want darling. And I'm going to treat you to some good ole fashion loving. Katie style." Ken beamed with joy at her comment. "Can't wait." On the way, Katie and Amber sat together in the back while Ken chauffeured the ladies home. Once inside Ken took their jackets and asked if they wanted a glass of wine. "That'll be nice Ken. Thank you." Katie invited her guest into the Den where they sat together and talked. Ken brought in the wine and sat across the room quietly listening to their conversation. They were still talking on the topic of female-led relationships when she paused and informed Ken that he wanted her to fix her bath. "As usual Katie?" "Yes, as usual." Ken left and headed upstairs leaving the girls alone to continue their conversation. He turned on the water and added bubble bath. Letting the tub fill he tidied up the bathroom, and got out fresh towels. He turned down the bed sheets and lit a candle in each room. When the tub was full, he stripped naked and folded his clothes as he did each night placing them on his dresser or in the clothes hamper. Taking a deep breath, he descended the steps. The lock of his 6000 knocked against his plastic cock as he walked down each step. Ken could see Amber stiffen as he rounded the corner and came into view. Not paying any attention to her, he extended his hand to his wife. "The bath is ready. You ready to come?" "In a second Ken." She turned her attention to Amber who sat virtually eye level with Ken's cock. "See, how this works?" Katie said lifting his balls and cock gently with her hand and pulling Amber in close next to her, "There is no way for him to escape unless I unlock him." Smirking, she looked up at her husband, "Getting excited now there aren't we?" Ken smiled but said nothing. "See, he's as hard as a rock with you here but you can hardly tell. The 6000 not only keeps him locked but also keeps his cock in a downward, limp posture. Even if he was in public, one would hardly notice that he was hard." The 6000 totally intrigued Amber but she was even more intrigued by the dynamics of their relationship. She couldn't believe that he had just fixed her a bath, stripped naked for her and now stood quietly while Katie explained how her chastity device worked; and that he did all of this without a hint of resistance or word of complaint; and that he did it all in front of a woman he barely knew. "Let's go upstairs, she said to Ken. "I want a bath but I invited Amber here because she just couldn't believe how you and I related. I extended this offer so she could watch how you and I related in our home as Domme and sub. Maybe she'll learn something that will help her in her own marriage." "Katie. I'm here to take care of you. You know that so I'll do whatever you want. I'm happy that Amber is here if you are," he said as they walked into the bedroom. "Thank you. I thought you'd understand and I know you will take care of me now won't you?" Her eyes sparkled and that familiar smile appeared on her face as they both knew exactly what she was thinking. Turning to Amber she said, "Now you just make yourself comfortable. You are more than welcome to come into the bathroom with us or you can just sit here and wait." "Thanks Katie," she said brushing away some lint that had found its way onto the front of her dress. Ken helped Katie into the tub and let her relax. He knelt on the bathroom rug and waited while his wife relaxed in the warm water with her eyes closed. He could see Amber's slim figure standing in the doorway out of the corner of his eye but paid her no attention. He remained motionless and silent as his wife enjoyed the soothing warm water. Several minutes later, Katie asked to be washed and Ken took the washcloth and bathed her body. When he was finished he wrapped a towel around her shoulders. She stood, still in the tub, with one leg on the side and facing her kneeling husband. Ken took a small amount of shaving cream and spread it over her pussy and began to shave. Katie smiled at Amber who shook her head in disbelief while he removed the stubble that had grown since yesterday's shaving. He wiped her with a moist cloth when done and helped her out. He dried her and wrapped her in her robe, before she left him alone. Ken emptied the tub, and cleaned up the room. He came to his wife who was now lying naked; her legs spread open in anticipation of his arrival. To his surprise Amber was laying on her side next to Katie, obviously having been invited to watch from a more intimate perspective. She too was a beautiful woman, having shapely C-cup breasts and a slim taut body. Without a word, Ken stood before his wife at the foot of the bed. "Come," she said quietly. "I want this one to be just like last night. Long and slow but when I tell you to make me cum you are to make me come until Amber tells you to stop. Do you understand?" "Yes Katie." Amber, looked surprised but pleased with Katie's invitation to participate at some level in the lovemaking she was about to watch. "That is, if it is ok with you," she added looking over at Amber lying next to her. "I would like that a lot. Thank you." Katie continued, "And I want you to look at her while you tend to me tonight. I want her to understand that although I give you certain freedoms that you are committed only to me. I want to make this evening nice for her as well so you will make eye contact often with her." "I understand Mistress." "Now come," she whispered. Quietly Ken assumed his position between her legs. His arms reached under either thigh and his hands rested on her inner groin, gently opening her sex to his mouth and tongue. He looked deeply into Amber's eyes as he softly kissed his Domme's pussy. Katie clasped Amber's hand as she closed her eyes and relaxed to the tender love of her husband's mouth softly caressing her. Ken's eyes never left that of Amber's and Amber's never left his. She had never been invited to view a couple being so intimate and couldn't believe the tenderness with which this sub was caring for his wife. She began to get wet and her hand found its way down to her sex where she started rubbing her pussy through her dress. Ken watched her but kept his focus on the pussy before him. Within ten minutes he could hear the soft moans of the woman he loved enjoying the stimulation of his tongue as he played with her clit and stroked the full length of her cunt. Amber rolled over and stood, slipping out of her dress panties and bra she returned to bed. "You have my permission to look Ken," Katie whispered before closing her eyes once more. And watch he did, as this woman he barely knew began to finger herself in full view just a foot or two away. The dark mound of hair hid the folds of her pussy but he could see by the look in her eye that she was fully enjoying being in their presence. When Amber returned she laid much closer Katie, lying on her side still intent on watching Ken lick her pussy. She touched Katie's forehead, gently moving a lock of hair off of her face. She took the liberty of delicately touching her supple breasts and nipple with a single finger tracing random patterns on her pale skin. Katie smiled, and then sighed, her eyes still closed but indicating her approval of the attention she was getting from the beautiful woman now very much interested in her. Ken watched the interaction of the two women, wondering how Katie felt about Amber's touch. He knew that she had expressed thoughts of being touched by another previously, and at one time they had even broached the subject but never acted upon her seeming interest. Seeing Katie's acceptance of her touch surprised him. He watched as Amber rested her head on her pillow and whispered into her ear. "You're such a beautiful woman," Amber said quietly. "Your body is so beautiful." "Thank you." "May I touch you?" "Hmm hmm," was all she replied. But it was enough. Amber kissed her on the cheek then caressed her breasts while snuggling in close. The picture of the three was one of love and tenderness. Amber, the invited friend feeling so comfortable and secure fondled Katie's large breasts. She seemed be doing so as an expression of thanks for allowing her to experience how a loving couple shared intimately. Ken lapped at her pussy silently; licking and loving her while lying symbolically in a position of submission to them both. As Katie became more aroused by the touches of the two lovers, Amber's other hand found its way to her own pussy. Lifting her upper leg and placing her foot around Katie's leg, she opened her sex to pleasure her cunt. Her brunette mound hid the delicate folds of her pussy but Ken could hear the subtle wet sounds of an aroused pussy as she moved two fingers in and out of her now sopping wet cunt. He could see the clock on the nightstand to his left and realized only a half hour had passed since he had begun. Knowing that a long slow lick usually meant a full hour before Katie would want him to bring her to an orgasm, he wondered now if she would wait that long, now that Amber had entered into their lovemaking. Amber had obviously become quite comfortable with Katie after being granted permission to touch, and moved her body ever so tight against hers. While she fingered herself with one hand, she used the other to touch Katie's body, and Ken's head. She kissed her cheek and ear and continued to tell her how beautiful and seductive she looked laying in the candlelight. Katie coed and smiled and often reached out a hand to touch Amber's soft skin as waves of pleasure fell on her. As time passed the two women began to moan in unison, Katie reached her arm under Amber's neck pulling her in closer. Amber didn't hesitate when she did and draped her upper leg on Ken's head and back, moving her pussy just inches from his face. He could smell her musky scent but refused to think about her needs or wants although it was readily apparent that he could have easily gained access to her should he have wanted. But that was not his place. She was not his. His mind rejected to even consider the possibilities he was now presented with knowing that she was here as a guest of Katie and all that she was doing now was only because Katie was allowing it. "Mmmmm, mmmmm," the two women moaned, continuously, now unaware of the outside world. Their minds focused on one another and on the pleasure each was deriving from the stimulation of their pussies. Katie began to thrust her hips harder up into Ken's mouth, a sign that she was getting closer. She pulled Amber's face toward her and the two kissed passionately for many seconds while muffled moans of desire and lust escaped from their now locked lips. Amber's hand moved from Ken's head where she had been running her fingers through his hair up to Katie's cheek. She stroked it as the two women's tongues danced within their mouths. Ken moved his attention to Katie's outer labia and slowed the rhythm of his tongue so as to prolong her time to orgasm. As he did, he could smell the blend of both of their sex while his tongue lapped slowly against her pussy and Amber's pussy now pressed itself against the side of his head. He watched from beneath as the two beauties kissed and then broke away only to kiss once more, enjoying the soft feminine tenderness of their bodies pressed tightly against one another. "Make me cum sub," he later heard Katie whisper when her lips separated momentarily from that of her new lover. "Yes Katie. I love you," he spoke softly in reply. He moved his mouth tightly against her and began probing his tongue in and out; circling and darting in random movements that he knew she loved. Letting the juices that she released drip down his face and onto the sheets he continued his attack on her. Katie's animal-like tendencies began to rise to the surface as she twisted her body to face and grope her lover. She pulled her in tight. Ken moved in unison with her, letting her reposition herself as she wanted but now found himself sandwiched between the two women. As he licked his Domme, he could feel Amber thrusting her hips against the back of his head at a constant cadence, simulating an aggressive fuck. As Katie neared her orgasm, she broke her kiss, "Kiss me! Touch me! Suck me!" She cried passionately. Amber attacked her neck, latching on to her with her mouth and groped her body. The two grunted and moaned as her own climax neared. Ken moved his head up against Amber's pussy, almost helpless now to resist the temptation to help each woman cum simultaneously, which they did a moment later. Cries of pleasure, passion, lust, hunger and gratification filled the air as they cried out in ecstasy. "Ohhhhh, Ohhhhh Ohhhhh my god, Oh my god...... Mmmmmmm," they screamed while clinging tightly to one another. As the rush of the orgasm passed, their eyes met. Smiling, they relished in the moment they had together, one with another; a first for both. "Keep going sub," he heard Amber say. "She needs more. Lots more, before I say enough is enough." Katie smiled approvingly as she fondled her firm shapely breasts. And with that, Amber pulled Katie in tight once again and the two began to kiss while Ken quickly brought her to another peak. Katie soon learned that Amber had a bit of a sadistic bent to her as she made Ken bring her to one orgasm after another. Each time she came, she told him to continue his lapping of her pussy. She seemed to love hearing the cries of delight and exhilaration each time he made her cum. Each time she neared her next climax she'd pull Amber's body in tight, taking her tongue deep into her mouth and keeping it there as she drew it in with her lips. Often Katie pressed her hands against Amber's hips encouraging her to thrust them against the back of her husbands' head. Although she did come to one intense orgasm, it was nothing like what she was being subjected to by Amber's command of her sub as he obeyed her time and again. "Ohhh, Ohhh, Amber, I can't take it. No more. Please no more," she cried as this last rush filled her. "Keep going Ken. Don't stop. Let her come down from this for a minute but you take her right back up for another one," she retorted, not listening to the plea of the Domme that had relinquished power to her guest. "Yes ma'am," he muffled as he lapped at her labia, now fully swollen from almost two hours of torturous pleasure. Amber rubbed her hand on Katie's pussy which was now dripping wet and smeared her juices over Ken's face. After toying with him, she pushed his head back into her sex, "Now take her up for one more." Ken obeyed as Katie came almost instantly, this one coming with the same intensity as the previous ones, if not stronger. "Amber, pleeeeaaassse, No more, no more, no more. Please. Tell him to stop. Pleeeeeeesssse," she said now writhing uncontrollably in her grasps of both Amber and Ken. "Keep licking," she cried out over the sound Katie's pleas. "Oh my god. I can't take this any longer. I can't. I can't I can't Pleeaaasse tell him to stop," she begged. "Keep licking sub." She then whispered into her ear, "Only if you let him lick me. Only if you let him take care of me the way he's doing you. Do we have a deal?" "Yes, yes, he's yours! Oh, just make him st-t-op!" She begged once again. "Your mine," she said, looking at him square in the eye. Now put that tongue of yours to god use. "I can't wait to feel what I've been watching all night long." Ken looked unsurely up at Katie, but she was in no position to respond. She was exhausted both emotionally and physically. "Katie?" He asked not knowing what to do. "Hey, you heard her. She just told me you were mine so get our face up against my pussy and start eating." As Katie lay panting, her pussy aching from the exhausting oral she had endured, Ken moved obediently between Amber's legs and lightly kissed her wetness. "I want it hard and I want to cum fast and often so get to it," she demanded. Keeping her hands on either side of his head she pulled him in while spreading her legs wide. Propping two pillows behind her, she watched him eat her for the first time, his nose resting on the crest of her pubis while his tongue mysteriously danced and lapped within her. It wasn't long before she began to moan with delight. Her clit and inner folds were larger than his wife's allowing him to draw each lip of her pussy into his mouth to suck on and play with individually. Amber groaned with delight as he did. "Mmmm, that feels good. Keep doing that," she instructed him. The Cabin Ch. 05 "Look at me while you lick. I like seeing you helpless before me," she added, mouthing kisses of approval. "...and keep my legs pulled wide open. I want your tongue as far inside me as you can get it." Glancing over at Katie she saw that she was just now regaining her composure. Her hair was a mess of tangles and sweat and she seemed to not care what was happening beside her. Amber rubbed her fingers over her clit making Katie shutter once more as her sensitive pussy sprung back to life. Katie let her rub and soon she was arching and sighing as Amber rekindled her lust for more. She looked hungrily into her eyes and it was evident that she loved the feel of her fingers sinking softly into her pussy. "Finger yourself Katie. I'm al—mossst ready to cuuummmmm!!!" She cried out as she arched her hips into his face, contracted the muscles in her legs tight, and came in a rush. "Uggghhhh" she cried, "Goddd you're good." Thrusting her hips again and again into his face she weathered the storm of her orgasm. "Roll over," she commanded, pushing his head off her. Ken obeyed; his hips barely resting on the foot of the bed. His cock rock hard but encased in the form of the plastic tube that bound him. His balls strained against the pull of his cock on the 6000 as it begged for release. They were red and swollen from the continual pressure of the circular ring that surrounded his cock and balls. The ring pressed uncomfortably against each testicle as his erection strained to be free. Amber mounted him, straddling his head with her thighs. Placing one of his arms under each thigh she squatted, pinning him in place and rendering him helpless to move. "Open your mouth for me sub!" She ordered. Ken opened wide, extending the flat of his tongue down over his lower teeth and against his chin. "Wider!" She demanded. Wider he opened. She looked at him helpless before him and smiled. "Now catch it." She let a long train of saliva drool outward from her mouth. It finally separated itself from her tongue and fell into his. She watched him swallow. Laughing, she lowered her pussy flush onto his face for him to feed on. "Lick me! Lick me!! Lick Me!!!" She commanded. All she could see was his eyes as his mouth and nose were buried beneath her cunt. She could feel his tongue probing at her clit. She bucked and rode him caring little for the fact that he was unable to breathe. Watching him intently she waited for his eyes to widen before she released her pressure allowing him to inhale once more. Again and again she repeated this, waiting each time until she thought he was about to panic before letting him gasp for air. But as he fed on her, he slowly brought her closer and closer to another climax. Finally she fucked his face forcefully as this last one neared. Each movement of her hips slammed against his face and nose but her movements allowed him to breathe. He lay there, unable to move under the weight of her body. Helpless he opened his mouth and extended his tongue for her to slide her delicate lips over as she used him. Katie had trained him well to obey, and now Amber was making the most of the freedom she had been given to use her obedient sub. Ken could feel Katie's hand resting on the top of his head gently fondling his hair but otherwise she seemed nonexistent. All he could see was the deep brown eyes of Amber staring lustfully down into his. Her body was beautiful. Slim like Katie's and both still very youthful, defying her true age. Amber held is gaze and in fact demanded it as she rode him. She loved the feeling of control over this man that his wife had given her and she intended to enjoy him for as long as she was permitted. "Hmmm. Hmmmm. Hmmmm. This is so ni-c-e," she grunted as she bucked her slender hips over him. Her breasts moved beautifully with each movement of her body until finally she pressed hard into him and cried again as she lost control of her body and orgasmed. "Ugggggghhhhh. Uggggghhhhh," She gasped while wave after wave of the most wonderful sensations ran through her cunt outward filling each and every pore of her body with lust. She raised her hips off him just a bit as the intensity of her rush subsided letting use the tip of his tongue to toy with her pussy. Seeing the vanity and mirror on the far side of the room beyond the foot of the bed she grabbed his plastic cock and pulled it. Ken cried out in anguish as the 6000 yanked on his balls painfully hard. Ignoring his cry, she pulled him over before her as she sat on the edge of the vanity placing one leg on the chair and letting the other rest on the floor. "Now lick me again. I want to watch you from a different position." "You want to join him? I'd love to have two of you down there" She asked Katie, who was now watching the action. Katie smiled and slowly rose, crossed the room and stood facing her. She touched and fondled Ken's hair as he ate her. Leaning her pussy against the back of his head she watched Amber intently who was now unable to calmly control her breathing. Touching her breasts and running her fingers through her hair affectionately she whispered, "This is your last orgasm so enjoy it. You're done after this one." "Thank you," she mouthed silently. Closing her eyes she rested against the mirror while Katie fondled her breasts and body. Amber lifted her chest into her as she did letting her know just how much she enjoyed her touches. As her breathing increased to that of gasps and moans, Katie spoke softly, "Take her up nice and slow Ken. I let her have you to use, so I might as well let her enjoy this last one." Ken squeezed Katie's calf in response, letting her know he understood what she wanted of him. Backing off in intensity, he eased her back from the edge before nudging her onward ever so slowly one last time. By the time she was ready to cum she too felt as Katie did earlier – filled with lust and passion. Pawing at his hair with both hands and reaching out to Katie to squeeze her breasts she sighed and gasped before finally cumming. She rammed his head into her while arching back and crying out as he forced her body to one last culminating orgasmic rush. She cried out again, yearning for more but Katie had given him to her long enough. "Time to stop sweetheart," she whispered while gently moving his head away from her pussy. He stopped on her command and stood. Turning him around she embraced and kissed him deeply. "Know that I love only you Kenny. Only you. Only you," she repeated. "I know, and I love only you as well. I know how you feel about me." Tears filled Katie's eyes as she spoke and looked deeply into his. Amber sat behind them regaining her composure while the two emotionally and spiritually bonded again once more. This night was about them. Yes Amber had joined them, but it really wasn't about her. It was about Katie's undying love for him and his submissive giving of himself in love to her. Although he had sexually pleased Amber, he had also obeyed his Domme and that was what she wanted to see. Obedience. He had obeyed her earlier, risking embarrassment and pride at the bar, and now he risked fidelity. It wasn't about being unfaithful in Katie's eyes, it was about him obeying her regardless of what she told him to do. For that she loved him all the more. They kissed for many minutes. Amber sat quietly, not feeling it was her place to move. She watched as they held one another and listened as Katie reiterated several times just how much she loved and adored him both as a husband and as her sub. Ken nodded, indicating his understanding of what she was telling him and reassured her that she alone was the love of his life. Finally Katie told him to shower downstairs and wait. When he left, the two women stood facing one another in the dim light of the room. Katie took Amber's hand and led her into the bathroom. Adjusting the temperature of the water and turning on the shower she stepped into the tub. She grasped Amber's hand indicating that she wanted her company. "Wash me." "Yes Katie." Amber washed her body with her hands. The warm water cascaded over the two women and refreshed them. They said little but stood watching one another. Both women were intensely beautiful; both slim; both busty; both lean; both physically stunning. To be with another similar in build felt so nice. They touched softly and shared emotionally, as only a only a woman can with another. When Amber was finished, Katie took the soap, knelt before her guest, and began to wash one leg then, the other. When she was finished she turned the water off and waited for Amber to exit the tub and fetch a towel for her, which she did. When they were dry and their hair wrapped in towels, Katie stood before her naked holding her by the waist. "I gave you him tonight but probably never again." "I hope you didn't regret it." "I don't regret being with you but it will be interesting to see how he responds, when I let him be in the company of other women as attractive as you." "Do you think he will act differently now?" "I don't know to be honest, but I hope the temptation of being with another started and ended tonight. He knows that I own him as my property but he is still a man and still has a will that is not fully broken." "I allowed him to be with you partly to see if he would obey, but also because he kept himself focused on me the entire time you were tempting him to eat your pussy instead of mine." Amber smiled softly, "he is an amazing man Katie." "He is and I hope that he understands that this was a gift that I gave him but one that I may never offer again." "Thank you for sharing him. He made me feel like I've never felt before. I've always been the passive type in bed. I've never taken control of a man the way that I did tonight. I honestly don't know what got into me but it felt so nice." "All I can say is that you can have with Steve what I have with Ken, but you will have to take the initiative to gain control of your husband. If you do, you will have the relationship that you've always dreamed of having. Steve is no different than Ken. They are both men. They both have the same hormones, the same needs, the same insecurities, and the same desire to please a woman. You can do this. I will help you if you need support but ultimately it must be you that institute the necessary changes in your home." "I would love to have what you guys have, but I just don't know if he will give up his current freedoms or those desires to be with women, even if it is mostly on a casual or flirtatious level. I just can't see him ever becoming to me the way Ken is to you." "He will, Amber. He will. Trust me. The power of orgasm control is far greater than you could ever imagine. If you lock him up, can't you see how that changes things? You take charge. You become the head of your home. You become his sole means of sexual freedom, and while he is locked, as Ken was tonight, you enjoy the pleasures of a man that will only want to be with the one woman that truly loves him. You just need to trust me on this. Read, research, and think before you take action. When you do, do not back down, ever." "I'll think about it." "I know you will. I know because I know how you feel. I've been where you are now. I don't know why I invited you here but I think I did because I saw just how poorly he was treating you and how easy it was for him to feel as if he could just come up to me or those other woman and do whatever he wanted. I'm sorry I let him go as far as he did with me, but he is a real charmer and to be honest I did enjoy the attention. Amber, you are a beautiful woman and you deserve his respect and love." "I do but I just can't imagine Steve ever becoming my sub. It just seems incomprehensible to me to even think of him as that to me." "Aren't you listening to what I just said? Think about tonight. Did you see how Ken treated you and me? He didn't even think about his own needs. His sole focus was on pleasing me and when I gave him permission, he devoted himself fully to your wants. Ken only thinks about giving, not getting, about providing, not taking. He is a changed man and it's that character trait that orgasm control brings out that is so beautiful to see in him and so satisfying to me. You can have all that too, and have it every day of the week – as much or as little as you want it and in any way you so desire. That's what I wanted you to see tonight; to see the possibilities that are yours for the taking." Amber," she said clasping her arms around her neck, "get your man back. Go get him. Don't live the rest of your life this way. Become Steve's Domme. Become his Mistress. Take what is rightfully yours." Tears welled up in her eyes as she listened to Katie's advice. Although she was a beautiful woman she did not have Steve's love and she knew it. Furthermore, she now saw firsthand what kind of love a respectful man could give. She loved tonight, even if Ken didn't love her. At least now she had gotten a taste of what true love from a man felt like. Tonight was wonderful beyond compare, even though Katie had cut her time with Ken short. Although she doubted that Steve could be changed to that of Ken, she couldn't deny anything that Katie said. She had seen how a sub could love in ways she had never dreamed. There was something that Katie had said that just now that peaked her intuitive senses; that maybe, just maybe she could have what Katie had. Katie had planted a seed by bringing her into her home; a seed of which she would now have to decide if she wanted to cultivate or continue to ignore, rendering it dormant. The choice was so obvious but she needed more time to think this through. Katie stood quietly with her arms around Amber's neck, letting her digest her words. Interrupting the silence she added, "you know, maybe if you teach Steve to submit to your authority as his wife, you two can come over for the evening. It might be fun." Amber giggled with excitement. She hugged and kissed her on the cheek. Katie released her embrace. "I promise to call if I ever do." "You do that. You have a standing invitation." Several minutes later, Amber appeared in the living room, dressed as she was earlier in the evening and ready to go. She found Ken waiting patiently on the sofa. "Katie told me to let you know you will be taking me home." "OK, tell me where to go and I'll get you there." He took her to the other side of town. It was raining now and the drive was slow. The two talked casually as if nothing between them had ever happened. Once at her home, he got out and opened an umbrella and helped her out of the car, walking her up the walk to the front door. At the door he waited until she had unlocked it and left. It was apparent that she had come home to an empty home as Steve was still out. Back home, he quietly undressed and climbed into bed. Katie was already fast asleep. He slipped an arm under her neck and another over her body, clutching gently on to both breasts and pulled himself in tight behind her. "Night Katie," he whispered. All he heard was the quiet breathing of his beautiful wife resting peacefully in the arms of her husband. "Night," he said once more and he too drifted off to sleep. The Cabin Ch. 06 Prelude: This is a continuation of a long-running story of a middle-aged couple. Although fictional, much of it is true. I'd recommend you reread the previous chapters to better understand the dynamics of Katie and Ken's relationship with one another and how it has evolved over the previous months. This is a story about erotic love but it is much more a story about a relationship between two people that are very much in love. Chapters 1-3 describe the events that took place some time back when Ken asked Katie to be the dominant one in their marriage. She agreed, not really knowing what all she was getting into but decided to play along, finding that she really did enjoy assuming this role. Chapters 4 and 5 take place about a year later. In those chapters Katie reasserts her dominance over her husband after letting their D/s relationship slip back into that vanilla pattern that previously existed prior to chapter 1. The story picks up some months after chapter 5. I hope you enjoy the read. It's a long one but I hope it's worth your time. Please comment. I value your input both positive and negative. The Cabin – chapter 6 Six months had passed since Katie had taken back her marriage. She had met with Beth, researched the subject of female-led-relationships after discovering Ken flirting with women on the web. She decided to reassert herself as the dominant one in her home, gaining leverage by locking him up in a CB6000 chastity device. When she did, things changed. He changed. He ceased to seek other women. He helped around the home now. He became more attentive to her and her wants and desires. He obeyed her. He once again became the sub he had pledged himself to be a few years ago. In some ways he became her toy, her slave, her property; yet she was still very much in love with him and he with her. Nightly he would stand at the foot of the bed waiting for her to get comfortable before crawling between her legs when she beckoned him to lick her pussy. He'd lick her as she instructed and for as long as she wanted, before cuddling up behind her and falling asleep. In the morning, he'd repeat this, waking her up to a soft oral that sometimes lasted only a few minutes while at other times maybe twenty before he would fix her shower and straighten the room before they both left for work. Katie was in heaven with him now at her side. She loved him. She loved playing with him. She loved the satisfaction of knowing that he was hers. Now when he traveled, she could relax knowing that he wouldn't be tempted to seek out other women since she held the key to his cocks' freedom. She needn't fear him masturbating while thinking of others, or while watching porn on TV. She needn't worry about him making advances on other women, knowing that even if he did, the polycarbonate cage which enclosed his cock was the ultimate deterrent against him even thinking about others. He was indeed hers both while at home and away. She owned him. Yet there was something inside that wasn't being fulfilled; something that was missing. Katie couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was, but she wanted more. There was something missing about their relationship that her female intuition could sense. ------------------------------------------------------- "Hey, you still need help putting up that dry wall in your basement? I'm free if you want an extra pair of hands," Ken offered. "Yea, I could use some help. Thanks for calling. How long are you free? Or should I ask your wife that question?" He said, half joking, half serious. "Ha, ha. I'm free for a while. You want some help or not?" "I do. Come on over whenever you can. I think with the two of us we can get this room dry-walled and a coat of mud on it by the end of the day." "Be right over." Jim lived only a few blocks from Ken and they were best friends. They often hung out together on weekends, watching ballgames, fishing, hunting, or helping one another on various house projects when they could. Ken had known him for many years, ever since their boys had been in scouts together. They hit it off pretty quickly as they had many common interests. Jim worked in a local hospital as a radiologist and enjoyed getting out on weekends. During the week, he could be found buried in the hospital basement closely evaluating images of CT scans, X-rays, MRI films and other imaging screens. As a physician, his job paid well but that was not what brought him the real joy in life. It was his free time that he cherished; time to travel, hunt, fish, and do as he pleased. With Jim lifting the dry wall in place and Ken running the power screwdriver, they made quick work of the room getting the walls and ceiling up by lunch. Ken had hung drywall many times before and had become quite proficient doing this type of work. "Jim, how about you get us some lunch and I'll keep working. I should be able to finish putting a coat of mud on here within the hour. We might be able to finish this whole thing by dinner if I do." "Sounds good to me. Subs ok?" "Yea, Italian for me. Lettuce, tomatoes, onions and hot peppers with oil and vinegar. No mayo!" "OK, whatever you say. Sure you don't want mayo?" Jim asked from the top of the stairs. "Italians don't have mayo in their homes," he yelled back. "If you put mayo on a sub, it's an insult to their whole country. And tell them no American cheese either. I want provolone." Jim laughed again. Ken went through this litany of items each and every time he offered to buy lunch at Gino's deli. He knew what he'd order before he even asked but loved hearing him spell-out exactly what he wanted on his hoagie. Ever since he had ordered him one without asking and mistakenly put mayonnaise on it, it was as if ye had made the ultimate mistake, ruining a perfectly good sandwich. By 12:45 Ken had the room taped and a coat of mud on. After cleaning his spackling blade he headed upstairs, his arms spotted with the white compound but pleased with what he had accomplished. In just an hour or two, that room would be ready to lightly sand before applying one, maybe two more coats of spackle. It might even be ready for a coat of primer by tomorrow if they worked all afternoon. Sitting in the den they watched the college ball game and enjoyed their sandwiches. They joked and laughed while sharing memories of a time when the two of them had gone over Tom's house only to see him using his power sander to smooth out the gobs of drywall compound he had smeared all over his walls and ceiling. Much to Tom's surprise, his masterful ploy to make quick work of the crappy job backfired after the first coat of paint. Only then did he realize the troths he had sanded in the ceiling that were revealed as the subtle shadows appeared when the ceiling paint dried. The guys laughed reminiscing how they still 'compliment' Tom on such a fine job when stopping over his place and seeing his ceiling. After a moment of silence, Jim turned the conversation to a different subject. "So how are things with you and Katie? Still as good as ever?" "Yea they are." "Really? I just don't get you guys. She seems to have you henpecked if you ask me." "Naw, not really. I love her Jim. Really I do." "I know you do, but there's something not right with the two of you. I don't know what it is but there's something screwy in your relationship." "What do you mean?" "I'm not sure, but there's something out of whack with you two." "I don't think so. We have a great relationship and the sex is....... Well, let's just say it's amazing." Ken could feel his cock hardening within the 6000 that was hidden beneath his jeans as he spoke. "What makes you say that, Jim?" "I've told you this before; I think she has you by the balls. How many times has she called you while we've been out doing something like we are today, telling you she wants you home? Five? Six? Seven times? It seems like she's got you by the nuts and you just let her have her way again and again." Ken didn't say anything as he knew well what Jim was referring. Yet he had promised Katie a few years back that he wanted her to lead their relationship. He even promised her that he wanted her to be his Domme – and he her sub! He confessed his need to her that he felt energized and complete as a man when she took control of him both sexually and psychologically. Katie agreed to her husband's request and proceeded to control all aspects of his life. More recently that came to include daily orals and Ken was eager to please. He loved eating pussy just as much as she loved him licking her. Ever since her discovery of his web antics, she enforced chastity by locking him up. She also took control of when and if he ejaculated. For the past several months she had strictly regulated that ability through the use of the CB6000. Typically he could count on a Friday night release but every few weeks she'd make him wait two, maybe three weeks. He had come to accept that part of his relationship and although it was extremely frustrating when she didn't unlock him, he knew that she only did so as a tangible reminder that she was the dominant figure in their home. "Hey, where are you?" Jim said. Ken had zoned out, thinking about his last comment. Although Jim had no idea that Ken was her sub, he had seen enough from afar to know that his relationship with her was much different than his relationship with Debbie. "I'm here. Just thinking about what you said, that's all." "You know I'm right about this," he reiterated. "I may be a radiologist but I understand people and I think I can see that you are not totally content, even if you make it seem like you are." "Jim. I love her like I've loved none other. She makes me so happy. I mean she's beautiful; she's fun; she is intelligent. She's ...." "And she runs your life," he interrupted. "Yes she does. But that's ok too." "You sure about that? That's not how couples relate. Relationships are about giving and taking; not about one person dictating to the other." "Yea, it's ok. I really don't mind it when she tells me she wants me to change my plans to suit hers if that's where you are going with this." "I'm not going anywhere with this. I'm just saying that you can't have long-term happiness if you don't have a give-and-take relationship. Even a parent needs to bend when dealing with their kids. Wouldn't you agree?" "I think so." "You think so? I'd hope that you'd know so." "OK, I know so. So, are you calling me a wimp or something?" "No, not at all," Jim chuckled, "I just want you to be happy. I want you both to be happy. You're one of my best friends and I don't want to see you left wanting. That's all." "I'll think about what you're saying. And to a point I agree with you. As much as I love Katie, there is a thing or two that I wish was different." "Then talk with her about what you're feeling." "I don't know if I can. " "Why not? Geez Ken, she's your wife. If you can't talk to her, then who can you talk to?" "Yea, yea, I hear you. It's just that some things are tough to talk about. I'm not a big conflict guy that's all." "So, you'd rather be unhappy than face her and share from your heart for once?" "I share from my heart all the time, but going 'there' is harder than you think." "And why is that?" "It just is." "Why?" "It's personal. It's between Katie and me. I just can't talk about that with others." "Can't or won't?" Both." "And right there is why she's got you by the nuts. Because you won't stand up to her and man up like you should. I think you like her running your life." "Hey....." "I'm just joking," Jim teased. But in reality, he was dead serious and he knew that he had struck a nerve in what he had said to his good friend. "I'll think about this. Really I will." "OK. And if you need someone to talk to, I'm here. I'm not a shrink, but I'll be your shrink if you need some amateur advice." "Thanks Jim." "No, thank you. Thanks for being man enough to talk about this. I know it's not easy to share your thoughts and feelings, especially with another guy." "No it's not. But thanks." "Let me leave you with one parting thought and you don't have to answer this. Were you ever completely happy in your marriage? If so, then that's where you need to get back to." Ken pondered this for a second in silence before Jim once again interrupted him, "You think that mud is dry yet," looking at his watch and realizing they had been talking and eating for over an hour. "I think it probably is. Let's go take a look." The two men worked off and on till almost dinner sanding and applying two more thin coats of mud to the rec-room Jim was redoing. Between sanding and spackling they hung out in the den flipping channels and drinking beer. Ken left for home knowing he had saved his friend a lot of time and effort but he also left with unsettled thoughts that he hadn't anticipated he'd have to face; thoughts that would remain heavy on his heart. ------------------------------------ "Come and lick my pussy," Katie cooed as she motioned for her husband to come. Ken had waited as he always did, standing in the candle lit room waiting for her to beckon him as she always did. Tonight she wanted a long slow lick and he proceeded to eat her for almost an hour. His cock strained unsuccessfully to free itself as it did each evening. No matter how horny he was, he knew that it was not his place to ask if she wanted to make love. She had done so the night before last and she wouldn't want him again until next Friday. Having him eat her pussy was what she wanted and this was what he gave her – mind-blowing oral satisfaction twice daily. As he licked her he listened to her soft moans of pleasure and felt her delicate fingers running through his hair. He loved eating her; loved hearing her verbalize her sexual appetite; loved feeling her control as he pleasured her using only his tongue and lips. Finally she told him to make her cum and he did again and again until she pushed his head away; silently letting him know she no longer needed more attention. Ken blew out the candle and cuddled up behind her as she turned away and the two fell asleep for the night. At 6:30, the sound of his alarm woke him all too soon. Clearing his mind of sleep, he quietly slipped out of bed to brush and gargle. Returning, he slipped his head under the covers and found his way between her legs as she turned her body to face him. Sleepily she spread her legs wide enough for him to lay his head on her lower leg before lowering the upper. Clamping him in place he once again licked her pussy. Morning orals were different from evening ones. Evenings were for sexual fulfillment; times when she could reach multiple orgasms. Each one released whatever stresses and tensions her body held, allowing her to sleep deeply and soundly. Morning orals were different. She had instructed Ken to eat her, not so much to reach an orgasm as to obey. She set up this pattern as part of his daily routine to remind him that she was to be the focus of his day. As he lay between her legs unable to move anything but his tongue on her clit and labia, he lapped at her sleepy pussy and inhaled the aroma of her scent. Katie slowly awoke, gently rocking her hips into his face as she did. He could hear muffled moans as she came to life once more. Today she wanted only a brief oral and lifted her leg after a bit, letting him know that she had had enough. Fixing her bath water, he left her alone to shower while he used the other bathroom down the hall. By the time she had dried her body, he had dressed, made the bed and was downstairs getting breakfast. The two ate in silence then hurried off to work. Ken drove his usual route, turning right here and left there but he was not thinking about the drive. It was his marriage that was on his mind and the conversation he had with Jim. He loved his wife. She was the best thing that had ever happened to him, especially after living for 25 years in a marriage that was mostly devoid of intimacy and sex. Katie was the polar opposite of his ex. She loved sex and seemed to have an insatiable appetite for it and for him. Outwardly she was indeed beautiful beyond compare. Others continually made comments as to how young she looked, how she seemed to hardly age from year to year and what a great couple the two of them made. But behind that quiet, shy demeanor was a woman that loved to dominate in the bedroom. She was far from quiet when in the heat of a passionate fuck. She often cried out in ecstasy when she came, whether it was from him serving her orally or while enjoying his long thick cock rhythmically sliding in and out of her pussy. Her need for touch and attention, as well as her desire for sexual intimacy on a near daily basis were major attractors when they first started dating. He loved the fact that she enjoyed being with him constantly. She was great company and they were best friends. The fact that she wanted him to walk arm-in-arm, to sit in a quiet corner of a restaurant holding hands and conversing or cuddled in tight while watching a movie filled both of their emotional tanks. In Katie he had found the perfect match for his love language, a woman who loved attention, adoration and touch, as well as having a profound desire to be intimate with a man daily. But in Katie he had also found his perfect lover; a woman that enjoyed being his dominant. "Were you ever completely happy? If so, that's where you need to go back to with her." He couldn't get that thought out of his head as he exited the highway and drove the final three miles to his office. He knew the answer to that question. He could envision that moment in his life as if it was yesterday. There was not a doubt in his mind when that time of life was, but to go there again, he just didn't know if that would, or could, ever happen once more. As he left his office and walked to the lecture hall for his eight o'clock class he pushed these thoughts aside for the moment and focused on what he was being paid to do. Throughout the day between grading papers, answering emails and taking phone calls he contemplated the significance of what Jim and he had discussed. He kept rehashing the same thoughts over and over: He was happy. He was in love. He loved being Katie's sub. He loved her being his Domme, but he wished he could talk with her about something that was on his heart. However, he didn't feel as if he had the right to bring it up given the dynamics of their relationship. After all, he had asked her to lead them. He wanted her to lead, and in agreeing to become her sub he voluntarily gave up control, agreeing to trust her guidance and abide by her decisions. That was what he wanted – to be her sub. Leading, deciding, dictating; that was now Katie's responsibility. She was now the responsible one. She was now the one that directed them. His role was to love, support and obey – three things he loved doing on her behalf. ------------------------------------ "Can I pour you another glass of wine, Katie?" "Sure, but I think this will be my last. I'm starting to feel a bit of a buzz." "Sure you don't want me to order another bottle? You're fun when you become 'under the influence'," he said smiling. "Nope, I'm good. Three is enough for me. Maybe I'll order another bottle and have you drink it all. Then I'll be the one having all the fun," she replied giggling. "You know how you get when you get too much alcohol in you." "If that's what you want." "No, I think we'll stop when the bottle is empty. You finish it up though." She toasted him and sipped her wine while he poured the remainder into his glass. They sat quiet, peaceful in one another's' company, soaking in the ambience of the restaurant, and enjoying the White Zinfandel still in their glasses. The Cabin Ch. 06 Once again I want to thank Kirk2004 for editing this story. Also I want to thank my readers. This chapter is a little slow, but answers some questions and leads into the final one. That chapter should be up in one or two day. Thanks. Maddie ~*~*~ Deep Throat Training "I remember coming up here once when Evan was training a girl to deep throat." Michael continued, "She was petite, blond, small built, tiny tits and not very pretty. She was very eager to learn how without gagging. It seems her mother was in favor of this, too, because she thought the girl could make big money as a porn star. I think that's when I decided this life wasn't for me, not that part anyway. "I was in college by this time studying for the bar, and I sure didn't think this kind of lifestyle fit in with a corporate lawyer image. I remember thinking she seemed very young, even though Evan said she was eighteen. Since Evan was very much into control, and he liked to play, tease, even torment at times, teaching her to deep throat was just up his alley. "You probably haven't seen or done a lot of cock sucking, have you?" Michael smiled when Kit shivered and blushed. "Only yours," she replied as the red crept up from the tips of her breasts to her cheeks. "And that's the way it's going to stay." He tapped her nose. "Anyway most men are about six, seven inches long when fully erect. Some may even be eight inches if really long, or if really, really, long nine inches, but the ten to twelve-inch cocks you read about in porn just don't exist. Oh, there may be a few, but they're few and far between. Hell, Kit, most men aren't 'Trigger the Wonder Horse' no matter what they might like you to believe. And it doesn't matter how big or small they are flaccid, erect they mostly fall in that seven inch range. "Now thickness is another matter. Some men are pretty thin. I remember thinking Jack had one of the thinnest dick's I'd ever seen and, believe me, boys in locker rooms check things like that out. I mean who wants to be the smallest dick around. Keep it covered if it's an embarrassment." This made Kit laugh, and Michael planted a kiss on her neck and whispered in her ear. "Now mine is probably pretty average, but it's all in how you use it," he said making her giggle again. It was mid morning and they had slept late. They were still in bed, and Michael was holding her in his arms. Kit asked about the times Michael came to the cabin with his brother. It fascinated her even though, at the same time, it amazed and horrified her. "Anyway, back to this deep throat training. The natural response to something stuck in your mouth is to gag. What you want to do is try to relax. Breathing is important. Get a rhythm. You need to relax your throat muscles too. That's what Evan told me anyway. I haven't sucked any cock and that's not all, I don't plan to. Now pussy, that's another matter." Michael slid his finger up between Kit's thighs making her blush again. God she was cute when she blushed. Kit had never taken him to the root. Maybe later he'd have a training lesson of his own. "I think her name was Janey or Jacey or something like that. Evan got her to relax by holding her in his lap, softly crooning to her, and caressing her breasts. I think he gave her a glass or two of wine, too. Then he had her kneel and put her hands on her thighs. If she couldn't keep them there, he told her that he would tie them behind her back. I remember thinking while the words were a command they came out soft and smooth almost like a whispered caress. "He had the girl in his trance. The thing is...he kept telling me what he was doing and why the whole time, but I don't think she ever heard him talking to me. She only heard the words he whispered to her. He told her to open her mouth and he put the head of his penis on her tongue. Then very slowly and very gently, he entered her mouth and then pulled out to the tip again. He whispered 'breathe' and he had his fore finger rubbing under her nose with his thumb kind of over the top and down the side. He did this, he said for two reasons. First, he could control her breathing that way and second, if her involuntary reaction at any time caused her to start to bite down, he could cut off her air causing her to open her mouth to breath. He had his other hand wrapped in her hair right at the base of her skull. He could pull her head back and forth or just hold her still. "When he started going in farther, I could see she was having problems keeping her hands on her thighs and was gagging more. Evan just nodded to Marcy, and Marcy knelt down behind her spreading her thighs so she was right up against the girl. Marcy locked her hands over Janey's hands and pulled them to her own thighs. She put her head right next to her ear and said, 'It's okay, honey. Relax, sweetie, you can do it. Don't gag, just relax. Tip your head more. That's right'. You know the kind of things to calm her. One time after Evan pushed in and out several times and she was gagging, she was able to pull back enough that he came completely out of her mouth. I thought he would get mad, but he just closed his fingers around her nose and said quietly, 'Open, little girl, open,' and she did. "Evan started this 'training' on a Friday evening. Every so often, he would have her back on the floor to 'practice'. On Saturday evening, he had her on the table on her back with her head hanging over the edge. By Sunday morning, she was able to suck cock down to his balls with almost no gagging, dry eyes, and little encouragement. By the time he was done with the weekend training, she took him in completely several times and could swallow without gagging. Tears were running down her face the first couple of times she took him all the way, but she smiled like she had just won a gold medal. I was totally impressed." "Did you help with the training?" "Yes." "You didn't say that when you were telling the story." "No, I guess I didn't." "Why?" Michael was thoughtful for a minute. "When I look back, that I'm not proud I was part of teaching that girl fellatio. Hell she was just a kid. I know that kids do 'it'. Hell, I had sex for the first time when I was fifteen," he finally said. "I think I understand what you're saying. You said she wanted to learn, and she seemed very pleased with her results that last night. Did it seem that she was being forced by her mother?" Kit asked after a thoughtful moment. "I don't know. What I do know is that she wanted to please. She wanted to please very much. I don't know if it was the thought of getting money, or if it was because Evan who, in a Master to slave sort of way, was really nice to her the entire weekend. She was a true submissive. He had me sleep with her and told me to fuck her all I wanted. He even said, 'Let her practice on you, my boy.' And I did. I remember she wasn't very cute, and I didn't want to kiss her but I had her 'practice' several times." Kit's eyes narrowed a bit. Michael knew she was in deep contemplation. After awhile she said, "You're not very much like your brother, are you?" "We favored each other, but that's because we both looked like mom with the dark hair and eyes. It's the Italian in us, but you're asking about our personality, I think. Evan had some of dad's features and a lot of his personality, without the meanness. I don't have any of his features, and there's a reason for that. "It was years after dad died when mom told me he was not my 'real' father. Their marriage was so bad that she had an affair and I was the result. My biological father died in an auto accident before I was born, and that's why mom didn't leave dad when she found out she was pregnant. She said the marriage didn't get any better and finally she couldn't take it any more and filed for divorce. But I had to give it to dad, if he knew, and mom said he did, he never threw it up to her or me. I don't think Evan knew. "And he did leave the cabin to both Evan and me. Maybe dad was just trying to do one good thing for all the hell he put Mom through. I don't know. I do know dad always paid support, and we lived in a nice home. "I did a little genealogy and found that my biological father was pretty much alone in the world, no near relatives. Mom was an abused wife. I think they just gravitated to each other. I don't blame mom. What's done is done, but it does explain why dad never paid much attention to me even before the divorce. I never had a chance to know my biological father; I will probably always think of Carl Buchanan as my dad. I do carry my biological father's first name." "I never knew that. Something else you didn't tell me," Kit commented. "I didn't want you to think less of mom," Michael replied. "You didn't want an obedient slave for a wife like Evan?" Kit looked up at Michael assessing him. "I do have an obedient slave," Michael countered. "Later, I think we'll find out just how obedient you can be." Laughing Michael pushed Kit so she was on her back and his leg pinned her there as he kissed her throat and played with her nipples. Within minutes, he spread her legs and slowly penetrated her. He continued talking. "Evan knew he was a dominant type person; he looked for someone who was a natural submissive. He happened to find two lovely women to fit the requirements. One he married. One he died with. The amazing thing as I look back is that he really loved them both, and they both loved him. Watching Julie and Marcy, I believe they loved each other, too. I can find no other reason except their submissive personalities that would allow them to love the same man and share him with each other. "I didn't choose that life style so I didn't look for a submissive type. I met and fell in love with you. If we play bondage games that's what it will be, a game. You'd always have a safe word for instance. I know you didn't have a safe word this weekend, Kit. I tried everything I knew to try to get you to talk to me. This cabin was my last resort." "I didn't tell you at first, and then Suzette had more and more 'evidence'. I was so afraid to tell you. I thought I'd lose you, and knowing you were still with me was all that kept me sane, I think. I'm glad you made me tell you. I finally feel whole again." Kit was having trouble thinking with this slow seduction. "Quit talking and kiss me," Kit whispered arching up to met Michael's slow thrust. Michael's hands slid to Kit's wrists and held them above her head. "Wrap your legs around me, obedient slave." His teeth gently clamped on the tendon in her neck as he thrust harder. One hand left her captured wrists, and not so gently teased her pebbled nipple. He kept her on the edge until he wanted release more than he wanted his next breath. When she climaxed, he followed. For quite a while Kit was silence, Michael thought she had fallen back asleep, but then she hesitatingly murmured, "I didn't know you had so many others before me?" "Actually there weren't that many because usually it was just Julie and Marcy and once in a while another girl, not always the same one, but not a lot of different ones. I'm no saint Kit; I did a few girls in college. When I was a teenage still in high school, I was on this constant high. I had this secret. I was getting pussy any time I wanted it. All I had to do was call Evan and say, 'Hey, let's go to the cabin'. When I think back, I can't believe Evan shared his wife with me even if he did share Julie. I'd never share you with anyone." He smiled down at her and tugged on her lower lip still a bit swollen from his kisses. "I wasn't coming up here as much after that young girl even though she wanted to learn and she was sure she'd become a famous porn start. Still I had trouble with it, and her mother's attitude. Remember me telling you about the punishment session with Cheryl when I had you tied to the coffee table yesterday?" When Kit nodded, he continued. "That's when I stopped coming altogether. When I was first out of college and after passing the bar, the things I had done and the things I had seen, mortified me. Then it just became a period in my past. I would never go back to fucking stray waifs. I don't swap wives or bring friends up here. But," he said laughing, "I might try out some of my old skills on you." Michael cupped Kit's chin and brought her eyes to his. "When I first saw you, I fell in love with you. I found out what love really was, Kit, when I met you. I'd never go back to that life. It was dad and Evan's life, but it'll never be mine. When I realized that you were the girl I wanted, I went to the health center and got an HIV test. I would have walked away, Kit, if I had any kind of sexually transmitted disease. I'd have walked away; I would have never pursued you." "You wouldn't have gotten very far." Michael's raised brow made Katherine smile. "I fell in love with you, too, the first time I saw you. I forgot that. I was so afraid you'd hate me. I forgot how much we loved each another. What are you going to do, Michael, about Suzette?" "I'm taking care of it. Let's enjoy the day. Here it is 10:00 a.m. and we haven't even had breakfast." "You keep feeding me like you have the last two days and I'll have that weight back on in no time." "Good. Let's go eat," he said dragging her out of bed into the shower. Fun in the shower He and Kit slept naked, a habit Michael was happy to have back again. One of the things Kit started doing a few months ago was sleeping in a gown. Now he had a name for the problem 'The Suzette Threat', and that threat soon would be a threat no more. He pushed her into the shower ahead of him. Lord, but she had a great body, a little on the skinny side right now but she was eating again so that would remedy itself soon. She turned and looked at him, and he cocked his head. "Sit down, Kit." She frowned and started to speak, but he didn't give her time. "Silence, slave." Her brows shot up and his whole face turned into a grin as he put his finger across his lips in the classic 'be quiet' sign. He turned to one of the cabinets, opened a secret door, and took out two cloth belts each with an O ring at each end. He stepped into the shower, closed the door, and knelt down in front of Kit. He put his hand on one knee and pushed it to the wall. Her lip quivered but she didn't say anything, although, Michael knew she wanted to. He looped one belt around her knee bringing the ends together. Her mouth dropped open. He then attached the rings to an eyebolt in the wall. He did the same thing to her other leg. When he finished, she couldn't close her legs even the smallest amount. She knew how vulnerable she was and how exposed. The blush this time went right up to her hairline. "Do you think, slave, you can keep your hands on the bars or do I need to tie them, too?" "What are you going to do, Michael?" "A slave only answers the question put before her. She doesn't ask one of her own, but I don't think I will punish you this time. Instead, I think I'll show you why there are eyebolts in this shower and why I've made sure you can't close your legs." The water had warmed to a comfortable level, and when Michael took one of the detachable shower heads down, he tested the spray on his wrist much like testing milk from a baby bottle. When he was satisfied with the temperature, he gave a twist to the showerhead changing it from a fine mist to a firm narrow spray. Michael went to his haunches and kissed Kit deeply. When she was fully occupied with the kiss, he used his free hand to part the plump folds between her legs and pressed the spray nozzle against her sensitive bundle of nerves. They had had sex several times since arriving at the cabin and she was a bit sore over sensitive. Kit's hands flew to her core and tried to push the showerhead away. He caught her hands and held them against her stomach. He continued to kiss her, keeping her head pressed in the corner. She finally was able to twist her head enough to scream. "Ohmigod, ohmigod. Please, Michael, please. Michael, please stop. Ohmigod." Then she peaked, and, one of the few times she had ever done it to this extent, she squirted covering his hand with a warm, milky liquid. Her head fell to Michael's shoulder. After a while, Michael asked how she liked the showerheads. She smacked him on the shoulder, which earned a roaring laugh. He removed the belts still chuckling. "Come on, Kit, let's finish our shower. I'm hungry." ~*~*~ "It really is beautiful up here." Standing at the French doors after finishing their shower, Kit was dressed in loose sweat pants, a long-sleeved sweatshirt, and warm socks. Standing behind her Michael in similar attired, had his arms around her waist. The snow covered mountains glistened and the yard sparkled in return. The pine branches were glimmering as the sun's rays bounced off them. Michael's footprints from Friday were completely covered. It was a virtual winter wonderland postcard. "Yes. I had forgotten how beautiful. The cabin for me had become something tied to bondage and domination. I couldn't get the memory of Cheryl's punishment out of my mind. I became like mom and thought of it as an evil place, but now, through your eyes, I can see it as the beautiful retreat that it is. Of course, if a little discipline is needed once in awhile..." "Michael!" "Yes, love?" After a thoughtful moment Katherine said, "Let's go eat. I'm hungry. I'm so happy to have an appetite again." Michael took her hand and they walked to the kitchen and started making breakfast. A few minutes later Kit asked, "Do I ever get to be the master?" "Nope." "That's not fair." "The master doesn't have to be fair to the sub, Kitten. It's just the way it is. Sorry. It's not my nature to be a submissive. I may not be a dominant like Evan or dad, but I know for damn sure I am not now or ever will be submissive." "Uhm." Laughing Kit kissed Michael in between breaking eggs. "It was just a thought. I don't think I'd like you being a submissive either." "Good, baby, because it's not going to happen. But..." "But what?" "I've might have an idea. Let me think about it awhile and then if I think it's a possibility we'll discuss it." Michael and Kit had a relatively quiet breakfast while the talk turned to other things. After eating, while they were doing dishes, Katherine turned to Michael. "You were thinking of Suzette, weren't you?" "Suzette? Thinking of her how?" "You know, when I wanted to be master, you said no, but... Remember?" "Yes, I remember. I was thinking you might get some payback. I have to think it through. How it would affect you? I don't give a tinker's damn about her, but I do about you. You'd have to live with it. I'd have to know you could. Do you understand?" "I don't want to, Michael. You're right. I don't think I could do it or live with it. I'd want to hurt her very badly and no matter what she's done to me, I don't think I could live with it afterwards." "Well, that's interesting, because that's just what I was thinking too. That's why I didn't want to bring it up as a possibility until I was sure. I was afraid you might do it for revenge before thinking how you'd live with it afterwards. I should have known you'd think it through before saying yes. I'm glad were back in sync, Kitten." "I know. I just forgot for a while. I promise you, it will never happen again. Let's go play in the snow." "Want to build a snowwoman?" "No, I want a snowman with a really big penis." Michael laughed as he wrapped her in his arms, buried his face in her hair, and thanked God she was his again. ~*~*~ "They look really cute, don't they?" "They look like they should be in a porn movie." Michael chuckled. "She's got the biggest tits I've ever seen, and he's got an elephant penis. They make a real pair. Have you warmed up, yet?" The Cabin Ch. 06 "I'm never going to be warm again?" As if to prove her point she shivered as they looked out the French doors at the snow people they made. "Oh, I think I know something that will warm you up." Michael turned Kit in his arms. Covering her mouth with his, he started peeling off her robe. "You're beautiful, Kit." "You're going to have to do better than that. I'm still cold." "Oh, yeah? Maybe I should put you back on the table?" "Oh, no you don't. We're not playing games today. Remember? Hold me, Michael, just hold me." He did warm her up. In fact, he got her down right hot, whispering the things he was going to do to her. Although she reminded him they weren't going to play any more bondage games today, she some how ended up with her hands tied to the headboard. He then proceeded to drive her crazy with his fingers and mouth. He brought her to the edge a half dozen times, before he finally took her over. She had been stupid but she hadn't lost him. As she lay in Michael's strong arms totally exhausted, she hoped he could pull off his scheme. If Suzette used any of her 'evidence' to harm Michael or his career, Kit decided she might be able to kill her after all. She snuggled tighter into Michael's embrace. Michael was right. It seemed like all she did since he brought her here was eat, sleep and have sex. Well, she certainly wasn't going to be the one to complain. Her last thought before falling into a deep sleep, was that she had been given a second chance. ~*~*~ Coming – Fun on the bed, retribution and conclusion The Cabin Ch. 06 "I love you," he whispered. "I love you," she replied. Leaning forward he asked, "Would you mind if I planned something for us next weekend?" "What do you have in mind?" "Can I keep it a secret? I want it to be a surprise." "OK, I think our calendar is free, so yes, plan away." "Good. I know how you love surprises so I thought I'd do something fun for you." Katie smiled, biting her lip and grinning. Giggling she wiggled her body in excitement before mouthing him a kiss. "Mmm, you do love me, don't you?" "You know I do." "This is cool. Thanks Kenny. Thanks for thinking of me. It must be that 6000 doing its magic again. Don't you think?" "I can't imagine." "I can. You know that thing changed your attitude toward me. It keeps you wanting me and horny for me too. A perfect combo any wife would enjoy." "Um hmm," he mumbled, "it changed things alright." "For the good?" She asked probing his response. "For the good," he assured her. "I thought we were putting the mistake of my past behind us." "We did, but it's always nice to hear that you are wearing that thing willingly; not that it would change anything," she added. "Katie, you know I'll do anything you ask me as long as I know your desire is what's best for us." "That's my job; to be the head of our home and to have you as my loving sub." "Thanks girlfriend. I love you," he said once more. With that they headed home. It was almost nine when they walked through the kitchen door that connected the garage to the house. Katie spun around and kissed him passionately as soon as he had closed the door behind them. "I am so excited about this weekend! This really makes me happy," she said embracing him tightly. "I can't wait for Saturday for get here." "You mean Friday." "Really?" She said surprised and very much pleased knowing they'd be gone for two nights instead of one. "Yep. I'll pick you up from work and we'll be on our way." "To where?" "Never you mind. Let me keep this as my secret. " "Ugh!!" She said still grinning ear to ear. "You know that I'm not good waiting and not knowing." "You're a big girl and it's only a few more days. And besides, you'll be pleased. That's all I can say now." "OK. I'll try my best to be patient." She paused and then inquired once more "So where are you taking me?" Ken grinned. "My lips are sealed." She squeezed him tight and kissed him once more. Running her hands over his chest and down his body, she inhaled deeply feeling very happy inside. Finally she squeezed his plastic cock. "Mmmm," she cooed. "Get undressed. I want to snuggle up to your sexy body and watch some TV." "Here?" "Right here." She stepped back and let him strip while she watched lustfully. His clothes fell to the ground piece by piece until he stood before her naked but locked. His cock was rock hard and his balls were darkening in color as the ring pressed hard against them. "Mmmm," she moaned again, "you are one delicious sub." Grabbing him by his cock, she led him into the den and motioned for him to sit. Cuddling up she flipped on the remote. They snuggled in one another's arms and watched whatever was on. "You ready to lick me?" She said as the program broke for a commercial. "Is that what you want?" "Um hmm." "Right here?" "Um hmm." "How do you want it?" "Any way you want. Your choice tonight," she said looking up into his bright blue eyes. "Wow! My choice? Now that's a first. How many times can I make you cum?" "As many as it takes for me to beg you to stop but don't expect me to let you run the show again. Just tonight." His cock became instantly hard when she told him what she wanted. It was what he loved doing. He seemed to never tire of laying beneath her, his mouth open, her body spread before him as the goddess she was; the goddess he loved to please and take care of. "Slip that little dress of yours up and let me at you," he said now kneeling between her legs and helping her out of her pink panties. Katie changed the channel to a music station just as Ken pulled her hips to the edge of the loveseat. He sunk his face into her waiting crotch and started her on a journey; one that would be wonderfully torturous and filled with one intense orgasm after another. He lapped at her labia which soon began swelling as her sexual excitement intensified. As her body soaked in the sensations of the tongue that was treating her from below, she closed her eyes and moaned with delight. She could feel him tongue-fucking her pussy and was enjoying every poke and probe he made against her sensitive vaginal tunnel. Bucking uncontrollably she whined and sighed with joy as she felt the intensifying stir from deep within. Her breathing became more sporadic. Ken was in heaven kneeling beneath this gorgeous babe, her pussy shaved smooth, her body so young looking, her face so beautiful. Watching her sultry form respond to every subtle touch and flick of his tongue invigorated him. He loved bringing her along this way; at times slowly and sensually, but now with her permission, fast and furious to what would be the first of many climaxes. Her breasts heaved, her hips arched, her breathing intensified, her teeth bit down on her lower lip until she finally came to the very edge. There she stiffened and grunted. "Oh, Ohh, Ohhh!!! Yes!!!!" She shrieked as this first orgasm spread over and through her body. Licking her voraciously, he continued until the full intensity of the rush passed. For a few seconds he lapped more slowly then started in again, taking her back to where she had just come, back to where she wanted to stay, back to where he would keep her until she begged him to stop. "Mmmm," she moaned again. She thrust and bucked her hips into his mouth. Unable to control her body movements now, she twitched and arched as she neared yet another. Slowly she lost her refined dignified appearance. Her hair became tangled and disheveled. Her dress now yanked up almost to her breasts, exposing her taut flat stomach. Her body now glistening with sweat and she was now anything but composed. "Oh god you're good," she said pawing at his head. "Mmmm. Fuck my pussy with your tongue. Mmmm. Oh go-d-d-d, yes! Just like that," she repeated again urging him on. Ken knew how to manipulate her psyche orally. He had literally spent hundreds of hours between her legs and new every crevice of her sweet sex. He knew what tongue movements, lip and mouth pressure, and cadence to stroke her as he lapped, probed and teased her to one orgasm after another. "Ohhhhhh Kennny. Mmmm. Mmmm Ohhhhh m-m-y god," she cried out as her body shuttered and spasmed once more. He softened his approach after she came, letting her recover 'just enough'. He knew from months spent refining how he ate her that if he let her cum and then lapped at her maybe fifteen or twenty times softly, he could keep her on the very edge and lead her to one repeated orgasm after another. It was something he learned the evening that Amber made him devour her like he had never done before. Amber was ruthless in her treatment of Katie's orgasms, making her cum again and again. By surprise he had discovered that night that by eating her in this way, it literally drove her mad and brought out a slutty side of her he had never seen. But she loved it. In fact, she sometimes craved it and he could tell tonight this was one of those times. Twenty minutes and many orgasms later she was no longer the beautiful Katie with whom he had shared a quiet meal. She was not the sweet composed woman that left the restaurant turning the heads of other husbands when they saw her stunning figure pass. Rather, she was loud and boisterous. She now moaned, and groaned. She was forceful as she thrust her hips into his mouth. She pawed and pulled at his hair smashing his face into her cunt. She was wet, her skin lathered in sweat, her hair a mess. She spoke and acted and wanted as only a slut would want. She was in the heat of passion, the kind of passion he only ever saw when he ate her like this or fucked her hard. She had changed gears from a sophisticated, intriguing, posh woman to one that wanted only physical gratification. She cared not how she got it, as long as this man beneath her kept at it, driving her deliciously mad. "Ohh, uggh, hmmm, Mmmm," she groaned and grunted unceasingly. Unable to focus on anything but the feelings of the next looming orgasm that she'd knew would be agonizingly wonderful she kept his face tight against her while she fucked him hard. "Gh- ohhh, Ugghh, Mmmm, I can't take this a-n-y .... Mor-r-e. Oh god, oh god, oh god, Kenny." She did all that she could to surpress what she had no control over. She grunted and shuttered. She pulled at him mercilessly trying desperately to make this last one the best yet. Finally she could contain herself no longer and came in a rush. "Ohhhhhhh, she screamed. Oh, my god. Oh Ken! Oh Ken! Mmmmmm. Her body shook violently as she came. "Come here," she commanded pulling him to her. Holding him tight, her legs wrapped around him she shook and cried letting wave after wave of joy crash over her body. He held her while whispering in her ear, "I love you Katie. I love you so much." Kissing her delicate earlobe he enveloped her with his naked body until she finally calmed. They remained, entangled in a lover's embrace, she not wanting to move; he reaching out as he always did as a sub wanting so much to please the woman to whom he was bonded. She fit perfectly beneath him. She was perfect. She was his Domme and he was honored to be here with her now holding her close in his arms. Katie and he headed to the master bedroom where they bathed and then fell fast asleep. It had been a wonderful start to their week. Shortly after dawn the next day, Ken began his morning ritual once again as she turned toward his waiting mouth, her legs gripped him softly, letting him lick her until she climaxed. The week passed quickly. Ken had confirmed the reservations he had made on Monday and had secretly packed his and Katie's bags on Thursday evening while she was out with her girlfriends. On Friday morning after teaching his three classes, he hurried off to the grocery store, loaded the cooler with items from his shopping list, concealed it all in the trunk and made his way across town to pick up his wife. He got there shortly before noon while the office area was still a bustle, just as he hoped. Finding her cubical with a bouquet of red roses in hand, he surprised her while several other women watched envious of both the flowers and attention her husband was showing her. He kissed her and she beamed, obviously pleased with his lovely surprise. She had expected him to wait for her in the visitor's area, so finding him here where he publically demonstrated his love and adoration in front of her co-workers was an extra special treat. Katie loved the public attention. Once in the car, she embraced him again and told him how much she loved what he had just done. "Did you see them all looking at you, Ken?" She said still very much excited with how he publically flauntd her. "Yes I did, why?" "Why?" She gasped, "Because the girls were so surprised. Guys don't just come in to the office and do what you just did..... and this is at least the second or third time you've done this in the past six or eight months." "I hope it was ok to do," he said leading her on. "Oh yea, she said joyfully. "It was the right thing to do alright. I loved it," she said admiring the flowers on her lap. "You know how to make me feel good, don't you?" "What do you mean?" He said baiting her to explain further. "Well, the roses ..... at my office ..... you know how much I love getting flowers at work." "Really?" He teased. Slapping his shoulder affectionately she replied, "Yes, you know that perfectly well! You had that all planned didn't you?" "Me?" "Yes you." "Naw, just a stroke of luck. It never entered my mind that your girlfriends would dote all over you when I walked in there to sweep you away for the weekend." "Kenny..... I love you," she said moving her body back and forth in excitement. "So where are we going?" "Right here." He handed her a map with a circle around a small town. "Ohh," she gasped, suddenly realizing where it was they were headed. "Really? The cabin? You're taking me to the cabin?" She exclaimed. "Uh-umm," he said trying to contain his smile. "Yes!!" She squealed. "Oh, yes!! I can't believe you thought of this. Oh, I am so excited. Ohh," she repeated, "this is sooo cool Kenny." Beaming with enthusiasm she said, "Let's go home so I can pack." "Already done. Everything is in the car." "It is? You packed my clothes?" "Yes ma'am." "My make-up? My make up mirror?" "I packed everything you'll need. Why do you think the car is riding so low," he teased. "So, are ready to go." "Oh, Ken. This is such a treat. Thank you." She pulled him to her and they kissed. Breaking her embrace she added, "you are such a sweet man. I am so lucky to have found you." "Yes you are" he agreed. "Yes you are. Now can we go?" "Yes. Yes! Let's go." They headed south along the interstate for about an hour before pulling off the road at a scenic rest area that he knew they would pass. She headed in to use the restroom while he unpacked the oak picnic basket from the trunk. When she returned she noticed he had spread a blanket some distance from the car and had wine, cheese and crackers spread for the two of them to enjoy. Once again, she felt so special knowing that he had thought of these little things that she loved so much. Like a teen, she ran over and fell on him where they kissed in the grass next to the picnic spread he had secretly spread out. Making out like she loved doing, they kissed and giggled as others walked to and from their cars. Getting back on the road they made the long picturesque drive into the rural mountainous countryside. Passing through the entry gate where the cabin was nestled, they drove up the windy single-lane road. It was beautiful to be back here. It had been a long time since they last were here, yet the memories, the feelings, the past, all seemed to return making it seem like it was just a few months previous. Ken could sense Katie's excitement growing ever since they exited the highway and made their way deeper into the country, away from the traffic, the people, the houses, the daily stresses of life. They rounded the final corner as Katie squealed with delight. "It's right over there," she said eager to see the familiar cabin. "I know. Here we are." "Ahh, this is such a cool house. I missed it. Thank you for thinking about this." "You're welcome. I missed it too. C'mon, let's get our things inside." "OK, you do that. I'm going to open some windows and let the place breathe once more." Grabbing a bag, she headed in while Ken carted the rest of the food, suitcases and other items upstairs. They settled in, unpacking the food and putting cold items in the fridge and clothes in the dressers. Katie went into the bedroom to freshen up while Ken started the grill, throwing on two thick steaks to cook. Chilling a bottle of wine in ice, he fixed a tossed salad complete with Romaine, sweet onion, tomato, cucumber, carrots, peppers, and his own homemade Italian dressing. "It looks like it's going to be a perfect night. Want to eat out on the deck?" He asked when she returned smelling wonderful and looking great. Her blonde hair framed her delicate face and crystal clear blue eyes. "Yes. Let's do." "There's a table cloth in that drawer if you want to throw it over the deck table. I'll get the candles and dishes if you'll do that." "No, you do that. I'm going to put some more lipstick on. Be right back." She left him to fix the meal as he usually did. He put the final touches on their meal. The steaks were about done, the salad looked delicious in the wooden bowl and the wine sat by two crystal glasses ready to be enjoyed. He waited for her return before pulling the steaks off the grill. Sitting her, he served the two of them the perfectly cooked filets and salad. They sat and chatted for almost two hours while they ate and enjoyed their wine. The sun slowly set behind the distant mountain, and as it did, the valley colors changed from green to silver, to gray and finally black, giving room for the stars to light the night sky. They talked lots about their last visit here, about Ken's asking Katie if she would let him be her sub. She admitted that she really had no idea what she was getting in to at the time but agreed to do so really because that was what he wanted. Only later did she realize how much she too loved being the dominant figure in their home. They reminisced about their trip into town and the day spent with Jenny, a time which really formalized their relationship to that which it was today. Jenny was a Domme through and through, and it was there, that Katie really caught her first glimpse of what a dominant woman could do to a man. It was there that she saw for the first time, her hidden dominant personality begin to surface. She talked about how long it had been since she wore that leather outfit that she left the shop wearing. "You know, I thought about that too so I packed it, just in case you got back in the mood to wear it again." "I might just do that. Maybe tomorrow. I can't wear that dress just anywhere but here, with you. Well that's different." "It's there if you want to put it on. You have the perfect body for it. Not many women can say that you know." "Thank you sub," she said teasingly but pleased with the compliment. Smiling, he addressed her properly, "You're welcome Mistress." His cock sprang back to life as she took on the role of his dominant, even if it was just in jest. But the 6000 that incarcerated his cock limited its growth only until it filled the interior of the small three-inch plastic cock that held him. He could feel the pull of it against his balls as his erection came, a feeling he felt often throughout the day. "So, do you still like being my sub?" "I do." "I sure love you being one. You can't imagine how nice I have it compared to all of my girlfriends." "Is that so?" "Yes, Karen and Diane and Lisa don't say much about their marriages and I'm sure they are basically happy, but all I have to do is visit them when their husband's are home. I see how hard they work and how much crap they all put up with. You and I are different. I mean, I don't have to put up with that at all because you don't ever complain. You know your place. It's so nice that we never have to worry about arguing. We have it good. " "I know, being your sub does alleviate all of the bickering and arguing that are a part of some relationships." "It does. And I like it like that. I mean, it's really nice. Don't you think so?" "I do. "I don't always like making the decisions but I will say that it does make you and I run more smoothly." "It does," he paused to look at her opposite himself at the table. She looked so beautiful. "...and I do trust you Katie. I mean, I really do trust you to lead us. You are a wise woman." "Thanks Ken. You aren't too shabby yourself," she said lightening the conversation a bit. "You know, he began, "it's hard to believe that I actually asked if I could be your sub." He shook his head in disbelief, "I mean it's just not who I am in every other aspect of my life." "What do you mean?" "Well at work I'm in charge. I teach what I want, set up tests when and how I want them to be constructed, work alone in my office with virtually no accountability from my boss, as a parent, I was the Dom, not the kids. But with you....." "But with me what?" she interrupted. The Cabin Ch. 06 "But with you it just seems different. I don't know, it's like with you I want to rest inside you. It's like I discovered that there was this different side of me just waiting to come out. Maybe that's why my other marriage fell apart. I don't know." "Do you really think so?" "No, we had other issues. Stuff I've told you a million times that I really don't want to talk about now. That life is no more." "That's right. I am your life now. Aren't I?" "You really are Katie. You really are." Ken pulled his chair over close to her as the two faced the dark valley beyond the deck railing. The smell of her perfume, bathed his senses. It was the smell of her, the smell of the one he loved. "So, can I ask you a question?" "Sure," she said. "Do you like being my Domme - I mean really?" "Yes I do. I wouldn't want us any other way. Why, do you want your freedom?" "No." "Good, cause you promised you'd be my sub. That's what that ring on your finger signifies – your servitude to me." "I don't want to take that ring off. I wear it proudly. I love being your sub. I hope I die an old man with this ring on." "Me too." He continued, "I guess what I meant to say was, are you completely happy as my Domme?" "Yes what are you getting at?" "I just wondered that's all. Is it wrong for me to ask if you're not one hundred percent content?" "No, and to be perfectly honest, there's been something gnawing at me that I just can't put my finger on." "What do you mean?" "I don't know what it is Ken. There's just this thing, this feeling I get every once in a while, that just makes me think there could be more with us than there is. Do you know what I mean?" "I do." "Explain," She asked curious that he responded as he did. "Well, I get those feelings too sometimes." "What kind of feelings?" "Feelings like I wish things would change somehow with us." Surprised at his answer she asked, "So you aren't happy with us as Domme and sub?" "No, it's not that." "Then what is it?" She said sitting up in her chair and facing him. "I don't know exactly." "Well, what do you know?" "Jim said something last weekend when I was over his place helping him hang drywall. He asked me something and I just can't get what he said out of my mind. It's been bugging me for some reason." "Did you tell him about our relationship and that you were my sub?" "No, none of that. I mean, he knows that you rule the roost with us and all, but he doesn't know any specifics." "You know you can tell him if you want. I really don't care if you do." "Ignoring her comment," he continued, "he asked me how my marriage was going and one thing led to another, and I eventually told him what I told you now – that I'm not always completely happy with us." "Go on." "Well, we talked and at the end of our conversation he asked me if I was ever completely happy with you and me." "And what did you say?" "I didn't answer him. It was more of a rhetorical question. He really didn't want an answer; he just wanted me to think about that. But then he suggested that if I was that I should go back 'there' in my relationship with you again– I guess to find that happiness once more." "And what was your answer?" "Here." "I'm not getting you," she said, puzzled at his response. "Here. The cabin. Right here; right where we are sitting now. This is where I was completely happy. And I guess for the month or so that followed that weekend." "So, is that why we are here now?" "It is. Katie, I love you. Don't make what I am saying bigger than what it is. It's not like I am unhappy, it's just that when he asked me to think about my past, my thoughts came to this place right away. I've never been happier then when I was with you here. The sex, the conversation, the waterfall, the bullet," he began to laugh thinking back to when he tormented her with the remote that evening, "They were incredible times. Even the day with Jenny was the best." "So what are you getting at?" "That's it. I don't know. I just know that that weekend and the month or so following were the best months of our marriage." "I think they were too." "Then what changed? Well, I guess I know that answer. It was both of our faults." "No, it was my fault," she interjected. "I'm the one that stopped leading us. I didn't know what to do. I mean, I liked being served but I didn't know how to lead. It wasn't until..." "I know, until I screwed up." "OK, if that's what you want to refer to it as. It wasn't until then that I really came to understand what being a Domme was all about. But to be honest Ken, I'm still learning. I mean, it's not even been a year since I changed the way we related." "I know. And those changes were mostly for the good, I know that." "They worked didn't they?" "They did. They made me rethink about who you were and who I was and who we are together. They made me think about how I had begun to take you for granted." "Whatever changed in your brain, it was all for the good." "You made me a sub once more, that's for certain." "I did." "But you know, I think you made me into a different kind of a sub this time." "And how's that?" "Well, I don't want to use the word slave but you moved me more in that direction." "Do you really think so?" "I do." "Oh, Kenny, you are not my slave. Why do you say that?" He could hear the sincerity in her voice when she realized that was how he thought she viewed him. A tear welled up in her eye as she said those words. "Katie, don't cry." "No, it's just that I would never want you to feel that you're my slave. I love you. I love you more than anyone or anything else. Why would you think that?" "Because of this," he said pointing to his crotch. "The 6000? How does that make you my slave? That's the very thing that saved our marriage." "It's not so much that it's this per se. I know why you had me wear it and to be honest, I think it was good that you did." "I'm not understanding you then." "Correct me if I'm wrong, but I think you had me wear this to refocus my mind and get it back on you." "That's correct." "Well it did." "OK. So...." "So then why is it still on me." "So that you stay that way. I don't want to ever lose you again. Never. Don't you understand?" "I do and I don't." "What do you mean?" "Well, I know what it did and that was good. But there was a lot more that happened besides you locking me up. You learned all that stuff on the web. You had conversations with Beth and learned lots more from her. You've had the gift of time and practice for almost a year now to learn even more about me, about us, about my behavior." "Yea, so what's all that have to do with the 6000?" "Katie, do you trust me?" He said totally changing the conversation. "I do. Of course I do." "Then unlock me?" "No. Why would I want to do that?" "Because you just said you trusted me." "Ken, we are lovers. We are best friends. You are my husband and I am your wife, but we are not completely equals. I am your Domme and you are forever my sub. You made me a promise and I intend to hold you to that." "I know I am, and I know you are. Does unlocking me change any of that?" "It gives you freedom once more." "Not really. I don't want to ever not be your sub. I've told you that a thousand times. I am here for you; only you, Katie." "I don't know. I don't know where you are going with all this," she said. He could here from the tone in her voice and see by the change in her body language that she was getting increasingly uncomfortable with the direction this discussion was going. "OK. Then let's talk about something else then and drop this discussion. It's OK. I didn't know if I should have brought any of this up anyway. I told you I wouldn't challenge your decisions and here I am doing exactly that. I'm sorry for stepping out of line." "No, its ok," she reassured him, "but you are making me feel uncomfortable. I keep thinking you are hinting at us going back to the way that they were before. I don't want that. 'Before' got us into a mess. 'Before' almost ruined us." "I know it did. So let's change the subject." They did and the rest of the night passed uneventfully. They chatted outside until nearly midnight, laughing once again and enjoying one another's' company and conversation. The night sky was absolutely breathtaking. Taurus, Cassiopeia, Cepheus, Pegasus, The Dippers, even Andromeda could be seen easily. They gazed upward, Ken's arms wrapped around his wife and standing behind her. Finally she yawned and told him she wanted to go to bed. They headed inside, and as was their nightly ritual, he waited at the foot of the king-sized bed for her to call him to lick her pussy. He ate her slowly, peacefully, tenderly tonight as it was what she was in the mood for. She came to but one orgasm, a soft one, just a small one but still she felt wonderful with the attention and affection that he showed her. Calling him up to her side, they snuggled in tight. Ken drifted off to sleep almost immediately but Katie pondered their earlier conversation before letting sleep finally take hold. The following morning they went for a walk down a nearby trail. It led to a rocky outcropping, and a dramatic overlook of the valley off to the east. They sat together, their backs against the granite wall, their feet stretched out; a drop of several hundred feet just a foot or two beyond their hiking boots. Quenching their thirst after the three-mile hike up the trail they rested, breathing heavily. "This is one beautiful spot, isn't it girl?" "It is," she said still puffing. "I don't think many people ever come here." "I know, the side trail is almost impossible to see. You really need to be paying attention to the trail map to find it." They sat silently, watching a hawk soar effortlessly overhead and listened to the constant chatter of a mockingbird perched on the top of a nearby boulder behind them. "I've been thinking about what you said last night," Katie said still catching her breath but thoroughly enjoying the view. "What about it?" "I want to hear what it is that you've been thinking – what's on your heart." "I don't know if I can tell you." "I'm telling you as your Domme to tell me. So you don't have a choice now, do you?" she said smiling. "OK boss," he replied laughing. "No really," she added. "I want to hear is on your mind. If I don't like it or agree with it, I'll tell you, but I want to hear what you've been thinking." "I don't know if I have it all figured out myself, Katie. Mostly it's just a feeling and some hunches." "That's ok. Just tell me whatever it is and be honest with me." Ken was quiet for quite awhile and Katie let him be. She closed her eyes and waited; listening to the breeze blowing down over the rock abutment they were resting against and continuing on into the valley below. The sun felt warm against her face as it rose into the blue sky. "Katie, did you like it when I surprised you in the office on Friday," he said, breaking the silence. "I did," she said smiling. Her eyes still closed. "Did you like it when I asked if I could surprise you by planning something for this weekend?" "Mmm, mmm. I did." "And did you like it when you walked out of the restroom and you saw that picnic lunch spread out for you in the grass yesterday?" "Yes I did," she said finally opening her pretty blue eyes. "Well, I wish I could do more of that with you." "I don't see why you can't even if we kept things the way we are." "But I had to ask you if I could plan a weekend event. I couldn't just do it on my own." "So, what are you getting at?" "I think we are missing spontaneity in our marriage. Everything is so planned, so regimented. Or," he grimaced as he said this, "so stifled." "Do you really think so?" "I think it is from my perspective. I mean, it's not that way all the time but sometimes, yea, I think my life is pretty much regimented." "For example?" She asked. Katie crossed her legs and stared out into the valley beyond as she listened to her husband share. "Well, every night and every morning, it's pretty regimented, you know, me licking you." "But I like you licking me." "I know you do. I'm not saying you will tell me to stop, but every night, it's exactly the same thing in the same order: You go to bed, I wait till you are settled, you tell me to eat you and I do. Then you tell me to stop and I cuddle up to you and we fall asleep. The only time it's different is on Friday nights but again, it's pretty planned out, so it's pretty predictable since we both know what we are going to do that night." "Well, not every Friday," she said a bit defensively. "I know, only when you unlock me and that's not every Friday." "No it's not. But I hear what you're saying. So what is your solution to this 'regimented' lifestyle of ours?" "Do you trust me? He asked once more." "Yes. I trust you. Of course I trust you. Why do you keep asking me that?" "Then I think you should consider unlocking me." "Why should I do that?" "Because it will let me show you just how much you can trust me. It'll take more effort on my part if you give me a choice then if you don't." "But you have the choice to disobey me too." "Yes I do. But I told you after I messed up that I wouldn't go there again. And you told me that you'd leave me if I ever messed with another woman again too. That's pretty strong motivation to keep my fidelity only with you, isn't it?" "But it opens a scary door where you could mess up again." "But it gives me the chance to make you proud of your sub too, knowing that I'm making choices of commitment and obedience for you - every day. Wouldn't that be a nice thing to see?" "Yes it would, but I don't know." Changing the subject he said, "Katie, wouldn't it be nice to make love more than just once a week." "Yes but I don't know if I want you cumming more than once a week. It's not cumming that keeps you wanting me. That's what everything I've read says and I think in your case, it's true as well." "Well then, don't let me cum. I can make love to you and not cum." Katie smiled. "You think so, do you? I don't know about that. I might be more than you could handle." "It might. Maybe," he said smiling in return. "And what if you slipped and came?" "Then you'd know how incredibly hot I think you are for not being able to control myself," he said snickering. "True and I could always lock you up for a while as a punishment," she said getting into the thought of dominating him for disobeying. "Yes you could. That's your right as my Domme." "So, what's your proposal then? Spell it out." "So you're considering this?" He said, surprised that she wanted to hear more. "I'm thinking about it. Tell me your suggestion." "Well, if I were going to change things, I'd take this thing off me sometimes." "Sometimes?" She asked. "So, are you saying you do want to wear it still?" "I do. I want to wear it if it will put your mind at ease." "And when would that be?" "How about I put it on every morning before work and keep it on until I'm home?" "I like that. There are too many college girls to tempt you. I see how they look at you when they come into your office." Ken smiled the offered, "How about this," he said rethinking his earlier comment? "What's that?" "What if I wore the 6000 anytime I'm not with you? Period." "So if you leave for some conference or go off for the weekend with your buddies, you'll leave it on 24/7?" "Yes, anytime I leave and you want me in it, it goes on and you'll have the key. No questions asked. How's that sound?" "I like that. And what else do you want to change?" "That's all. I think if that's off when I'm with you, other things will naturally change for the better, especially with regard to our sex life." "Like what?" "Like if you wanted to make love more often than Friday nights then you could." "And if you came when I told you not to, then I have the right to punish you don't I?" "If that's what you wanted." "Well, I'm telling you here and now that if you cum I'm going to lock you up for at least a week?" "That's fine. I'll abide by whatever you say. Or," he paused and pondered his choice of words, "if you wanted you could just not have sex with me and keep it off. I mean, if I'm locked we aren't going to make love but if it you decide to keep it off, we'll still only make love when you want, so what's the difference if it's on or not?" "It's more of a reminder to both of us that you're in there for a reason. Every time you get hard, you'll remember why." "I probably will." "But what if I leave you unlocked and you go off and masturbate without me knowing?" She shook her head, "I wouldn't want you going back to that lifestyle." "Katie, that's where trust enters our marriage; that's where I have to make a choice to not do that because I know it would disappoint you. And if I do masturbate I'd need to make a choice of coming clean with you and live with the consequences of my actions. But at least you'd see me making the choice to tell you what I did. Wouldn't that honesty bond us even if I messed up?" "So, if I did this, you wouldn't think of yourself as my slave?" She said, returning to the topic they had the day before. "No. Never. I probably used the wrong word when we were talking about that yesterday anyway." He took her hand and clasped it between the two of his, "I know I'm not your slave, but I do know that I'm your sub. I know that I promised to be here for you and take care of you and love you and honor and adore you. I know I am not your equal in all aspects of our relationship – and that's what I want just as much as you do." "And I love that you do." "Katie, it's not what you have me do that makes me feel like that at times, but it is how you go about doing things that gives me those bad feelings." "Like what? When?" She said still squeezing his hand. She was concerned about when she came across that way and he could see it in her eyes when she spoke that she wanted to hear more. "Remember when you put me on my knees and had me suck on that dildo before you fucked my ass?" "Uh, huh." "I felt like I was being used then. I felt really intimidated by you. I felt like you turned what I expected to be a fun time into one in which you just used me as if I didn't matter to you." "I probably did," she said seriously. "I did that because I wanted you to be absolutely certain that you knew that your role was different than it had been for the past year. I intentionally acted like the Domme that I thought you needed to see but I never stopped loving you. I never stopped caring for you. " "It sure felt like it," he said interrupting her. "I'm sorry if you did. Maybe I made the mistake of not making it clear but I intentionally wanted you to feel like you were my sub when I made you do those things. That was early on in our new arrangement and I wanted to make certain you knew without a doubt where your place was with me. I remember making you explain what a sub meant." "I remember that too." "I love you Ken." She stood and sat on his lap, her back to the valley below; her breasts nearly in his face. He held her as the two faced one another. She caressed his face and kissed his forehead softly. "You are my guy Ken. You need to know that. I'm sorry if you felt used. I didn't want that to be the lesson you took from that time. Rather I just wanted you to know you weren't my equal." "I know who I am with you," he said looking up into her eyes. "I mean that. See this ring," she said holding the intertwined knot ring he had given her. "This ring is you and me. We're tied together. We can't ever come apart." The Cabin Ch. 07 The Cabin - Chapter 7, part 1 One year after Katie and Ken venture back to the cabin where they first met and where their relationship dynamic changed a year after marrying, they spend yet one more weekend in that place that has been the location for many firsts in their marriage. Chapters 1-3 talk about that first erotic weekend where their relational dynamic changes. Chapter 4-5 highlights an event that brings the leadership and relational style under Katie's iron hand and shows the life of the dominant and submissive. Chapter 6 follows some months later and takes place back in that same cabin. Here they talk and find balance as well as explore their sexuality again. Now in Chapter 7 the story continues as a more mature Katie and Ken live as wife and husband. Katie texts Ken: 4:41 pmU on your way home? 4:44 pmFlight leaves in 30 4:45 pmGood. Got an idea :) 4:46 pmK 4: 47 pmGonna put my sub to work lol 4: 49 pmCan't wait! Hope it means licking u 4:51 pmTalk more later. Better hope I find you locked 4:53 pmYes. Never break ur trust. 4: 54 pmGood. 4: 55 pm Boarding. See you soon. Luv u Katie. 4: 56 pmxoxo Love u 2 ----------------------------------------- "Hey sweetheart," he said as he walked into the door late Sunday evening, finding his beautiful wife waiting for him in the kitchen. He took her in his arms where they embraced and kissed for quite some. Finally, Ken whispered, "I missed my Mistress." "I missed my sub even more." Smiling up into his pretty blue eyes she giggled, "I haven't done a thing with the house since you left last week. It's a mess but I'll let you wait til tomorrow to tidy it up." "Thanks Katie," he replied knowing she was quite serious, yet half teasing. "How was your flight?" Not bad. I had a window seat and read most of the way. An elderly woman sat next to me but I think she was hard of hearing so we didn't talk much." Ken brought his luggage into the den and sat with Katie on the sofa where they talked about his final day of the conference. After a few minutes he offered, "Can I get you a glass of wine?" "I'd like that." Kissing her on the lips he left to fetch the two of them a drink. It had only been five days but it felt more like two weeks since he had last seen his beautiful wife. He missed her and now realized why as the beauty of her presence settled in on his thoughts. She was one hot woman, defying her age by many years. "Here you go girl," he said handing her a glass of White Zin. She eyed him walking before her. A glint came to her eye as she took the glass. "Thanks Kenny. Take off your clothes and snuggle next to me. I want to feel your body. It's been too long." Without hesitating, he disrobed before her, removing first his white oxford button-down shirt, then his shoes, socks, jeans and finally his briefs. "Come here," she motioned with her finger. He did as she ordered. She grasped his balls and caressed the CB6000 that kept his cock caged. His cock immediately hardened as soon as she squeezed him but couldn't fully grow due to the tube she had him securely imprisoned. Kissing his balls, she inhaled the musky sent of his shaved genitals. "Mmmm, I missed this cock. You've been in here awhile." "You can always unlock me, Katie," he said hopefully. "I just might have to do that but not now." His hopes rose then fell but he could see the aroused look in her eyes. She had a high sex drive and it didn't take much to turn on her engine. She continued to stroke his balls reaching way back almost to his anus and running a lone fingernail along the length of his shaft until it encountered the plastic tube that entombed him. Grabbing it firmly in one hand, her wine glass in the other, she rose from her seat. "Let's go upstairs and get comfortable. We can talk about your trip later. I have other plans for you now." "Yummy," he replied teasingly. "I wonder what on earth you got on your mind." "You know exactly what I want. It's what I always want." "I hope I'm reading your mind correctly," he said darting his tongue out of his mouth in jest. "Oh, you are," she glanced back at him playfully. Once in the bedroom, Ken turned the bed sheets down, and helped Katie undress and get in. He turned the IPod radio on, lit a candle, and went in the closet to get The Ramp. "You read minds well. I am truly blessed to have a sub that knows my every thought." "I don't know them all, but I'm pretty good when it comes to taking care of reading your mind in the bedroom." He laid the wedge-shaped cushion on the bed and helped her lift her ass to the high edge of the pillow. Placing another pillow behind her head and neck, she inhaled deeply and relaxed. Although she was naked and her hips lifted upward so he could tend to her properly, she felt so comfortable. She was about to be treated wonderfully. Katie opened her legs inviting him in, her pussy now on display like a delicious platter ready for him to sample. Ken climbed up on bed and knelt between her legs. Her body sensuously lit by the yellow light of the candle burning silently on the nearby nightstand. Her full breasts jutted upward. She watched him settle below. She inhaled deeply once more knowing she was soon to feel the incredible touch of his tongue on her pussy. Kneeling before her, his butt resting on his heels, he stroked her thighs and tight abdomen gently. "I love you Katie. You are so beautiful." "Thank you." She looked lustfully at her husband. His slender yet muscular frame looked appealing. She loved his build. He had been a sprinter and hurdler in college and he still possessed that defined muscular tone even as a middle-aged man. She could see his defined pects and deltoids flex as he stroked her body, waiting for the invitation to go down on her smooth pussy. She was perfectly smooth, having had LASER hair-removal within the past year. Ken could feel his mouth begin to salivate. It was as if his glands were conditioned to do so when he found himself here. He maintained eye-contact with her but said nothing knowing that she was enjoying both his touch and presence. He felt as if she was silently reasserting herself as the dominant partner by making him. She relaxed, enjoying his touch. She knew what he wanted – what he always wanted – to go down on her velvety soft pussy. She could read his mind but wanted to dictate when it was that he would obey. It was important to her that he remembered his place and tonight was no exception. She was in charge of tonight's activities and intended to dictate when and how the evening would unfold. Watching him intently, she cooed and sighed softly as his skilled hands moved over her body. She could feel the controlled lust in those hands as they glided over her muscular calves and thighs. Finally, pleased with his patience and wanting to feel his oral love she spoke. "Lick me." Without saying a word, he prostrated himself before her; wrapping one arm under each of her legs he gently kissed her labia. She shuttered when he did. He tenderly kissed her again, and again she jumped, her senses highly aroused. He could see her pussy was wet. Her juices glistened in the dim light. Kissing her several more times, teasingly, he finally felt her hand grasp the hair on the back of his head and pull him to her. He obeyed, lapping gently between her folds. "Mmmm. I love the feel of your tongue," she whispered. Her eyes remaining closed and her breathing deepening as her body became more aroused. Ken didn't answer. He didn't need to. He knew she was just verbalizing her feelings and she was not one to talk during sex. She usually kept her eyes closed and focused silently on the sensations he provided. Licking rhythmically he became one with her; sensing where she wanted his tongue most, and concentrating on her two most erotic areas – her clit and vaginal opening. Taking time to sink still lower, he tongue-fucked her, pressing it against the lower edge of her vagina causing her to tighten and arch into his waiting mouth. He spent a few minutes twilling his tongue inside her, rubbing it against the inner surfaces of her pussy and concentrating his touch on those areas that drew the greatest response from her. Wanting to fill her with a plethora of sensations he moved upward using the flat of his tongue to lap against the full length of her baby-soft labia again. Moving up and down, down and up he brought her tortuously close to an orgasm. Holding her legs firmly in his grasp he maintained contact as she arched and bucked in ecstasy as a powerful orgasm overtook her, making her shutter and cry out. "Oh my god, Oh, Oh my god-d-d. Mmmm. Mmmm. M-mmmm." While it subsided, he focused his attention on the outer folds of her pussy, knowing that the heart of her sex was now overly sensitive. Kissing and sucking gently on her outer labia he let her calm a bit more. But feeling playful he pushed her legs overhead, bending her knees so they pressed close to her shoulders. Her hips rocked back when he flexed her legs, exposing her sweet pucker. Looking at her delicious ass, he went to her, tracing concentric circles around it, each time tightening the circle a bit more, like a marble spinning around a cupped disc that inevitably would find its way to the center. Eventually his tongue found its way there as well and he poked and darted it inside, gently prying her open. She cooed once more, acknowledging her approval. "You feel good. You are the best," she whispered. He continued to focus on probing her ass and alternating his probes with gentle licks and laps on the sensitive outer area. Enjoying his attention for some time she finally moved, stretching her legs back over his body and presenting her pussy – an invite to lick her once more. Kenny kissed her sexy inner thighs, tracing a path circuitously upward from mid thigh to labia. Tracing first on the left, then on the right he moved proximally to the focus of her sex where he dove in and licked her for many minutes as she came to several more orgasms. He loved being beneath her. It was as if this was the ultimate gift that she could give him. Her pussy was the best. She spent several hundred dollars having the hair removed, partly because she was tired of shaving but mostly because she knew he would enjoy the silky smooth skin – and because she now had a submissive husband that spent many hours each week where he was right now – between her legs pleasing her until she had her fill of orgasms. Finally after she climaxed once again and could take it no more she pushed him away. Sliding off the ramp, he tossed it off the bed and slid in next to her where he could hold her tight against him. The two laid intertwined, kissing and holding - re-bonding after almost a week apart. Feeling the plastic 6000 between her legs she ordered him to get a pair of scissors. Bringing them, he stood to the side of the bed, letting her cut the plastic tab that she had secured before he left; tabs that kept him caged yet allowed him to pass through airport security. Removing the 6000 his cock immediately sprang to life. "I missed this while you were gone," she said stroking it while it stood on end just inches from her face. "I'm glad you did. I'm glad you enjoy it." "I do. I love it. It's mine." She kissed the head and swallowed the small droplet of pre-cum that had found its way to his slit. "Yes it is. Do you want to enjoy it more now or would you rather have me get in bed again?" Not answering him, she took his cock into her mouth, filling it completely with his member. Fondling his balls, fingering his ass, stroking his shaft, she ran her hands over his shaved ass while sucking him. She loved knowing that he was hers just as much as he loved knowing that she owned him. He had professed his submission to her almost two years ago and during that time, their relationship went from good to great. Yes there were a few bumps in the road – one big one – soon after she became his Domme, but as they grew into their respective roles and as they discussed how each could fulfill the other's desire, their love grew. They were now more in love than ever. Ken's view of submission had matured from one that primarily dwelled on Katie dominating him sexually to realizing he wanted nothing more than to meet her physical and emotional needs. Initially he had asked her to become his Mistress, thinking she would be his Dominatrix and he her sex slave, but now she was just Katie, the woman of his dreams. Yes, she was still his Domme and yes she was the head of their home, and yes she could be that Dominatrix if she so desired, but in reality she was the same woman with whom he had fallen in love. What had changed since he had professed his submission was who he was. He was now a service-submissive and he loved it. He had come to realize that they could only role-play so often and he wanted more than infrequent 'scene-play'. What he really wanted was to love her throughout the day and so it was that his role that changed. He began helping her more, appreciating her more, loving her more, doing more things around the home to help her. He realized that as he did things to lighten her load and to intentionally express his love to her, it allowed her to express her dominance over him in ways that demonstrated her love to the submissive she loved so much. Katie especially loved the fact that they no longer argued because they both knew that she had the final say whenever they disagreed. It brought a peace and contentment to their relationship. Sexually she controlled his orgasms, and did so because she realized it cultivated a desire within him to love her. Teasing him proved to be frustrating, but it was a good frustration. She loved bringing him ever so close to an ejaculation and denying him that final release. She left him horny and wanting and she always relished in being on the recipient end of his passion. Ken knew that every time she withheld a climax, she was doing so as an expression of her love toward him. As he watched her suck his cock and feel those incredible sensations he mouthed her a kiss. She didn't notice what he did since her focus was on the rock-hard shaft that filled her mouth. She loved his cock. She loved the feel of his shaved cock and balls; she loved the contrasting feel of his hard cock against the softness of his ball sac. Unconsciously he began pumping his hips into her. She held her head still and let him enjoy her mouth; each thrust eventually ending with the backward movement of her head as he hit her throat. Katie loved it when his cock filled her mouth. She loved his aggressiveness, loved his passion, loved too that she controlled whether or not he'd cum. She could tell he was getting close. His rhythm was more purposeful and she could feel his thighs tightening, straining to bring his juices outward from his balls. Feeling his cock suddenly harden, she pulled her head back and his cock out of her mouth with a pop. "That's all for now," she said, his cock left twitching before her, ever so close to cumming. "Katie," he moaned. "Ahh," he groaned in frustration. But that was all he said. He knew better than to complain but he was feeling the effects of what she had just done – bringing him to the brink of his orgasm but leaving him wanting – and horny. It felt so incredible yet so frustrating. "I love you," she said looking up into his eyes. "You have a great body." He stood silently as the wave of a near-orgasm subsided and his cock stopped trembling. "I love you too. I even love your teasing but you know it drives me crazy all the same." Giggling with delight, she patted the bed, "C'mon back in and let me snuggle in to you. I want to tell you about my idea. I think you're going to like it." "I'm sure I will. What's on your mind?" She took a deep breath, kissed his nipple softly and stroked his still erect cock. "Do you love being my sub?" "Do I even need to answer that question? You know the answer." "I know you do. Don't you think that what we have is almost a gift from God?" "I do. I never dreamed we'd be so close." "Me neither and I've been thinking that I don't want to keep what we have a secret any longer." "Well I don't think it's a secret, Katie. Domme and sub stuff is all over the web and in every major bookstore. All you need to know is where to look." "Yes, exactly and for too many years, neither one of us knew anything about it what it is that we found. I think 99 percent of our society knows nothing about what true loving dominance and submission is all about. Even when we did find out about this way of life we had it all screwed up." Katie stroked his cock as she finished speaking and then added, "All you thought was me controlling this." "Yes I did, but that's still a big part of it." "Agreed, but there's so much more and that's the part we didn't know. That's the part that most don't realize." "You mean true submission?" "Yes. I mean about you serving me, me lovingly dominating you, and how incredible it feels to be served. It's every woman's dream." "You're right but you need to convince the men out there that they will want to do that." "No I don't, you do?" "What? I do not understand you, he said surprised by her comment." "I want you to do that. That's my thought." "Go on," he said turning toward her so he could see her better. She maintained her grip on his cock but no longer stroked it. Every once in a while she gave it a gentle squeeze or ran her finger around the sensitive underside just to keep it nice and hard. "I think that we need to let others know about what we have. I want to mentor another couple or two. Don't you think that would be really rewarding?" "Maybe," he said still trying to digest the ramifications of her words but wondering what all this had to do with him. "There's no maybe about this. Don't you think that Amber left that night with a new appreciation for what it meant for a man to love a woman?" "Yes she did, but I also think we got way carried away with her too. I mean, look at the liberty you gave her with me." "I know, and maybe I went too far with that but she was a woman that was living with a real jerk. She is a beautiful woman that deserves better. I bet there are hundreds of women out there within a short distance of us that are missing out on the best part of their husbands." "Probably." "Well, I want to change that. At least with one or two if I can. I know I can't change the world but if I can change the love-life of even a few, we can bring true happiness to other couples' lives in ways they could have never even imagined." "OK, I get your point so have you figured out how to do this? How to indoctrinate others into Katie-ology," he said jokingly. "I think I have." She kissed him on the lips, her face beaming with delight, now that she had her sub on board with her. "I think we need to do this in two parts but you have the harder of the jobs." "Why's that?" "Cause I want you to sell the value of submission to a guy. I'll sell the perks of being a domme to their wife." "But how am I going to do that? I just can't walk up to a couple and say, 'hey, you guys interested in becoming a Domme/sub couple'?" "That's exactly what I want to do but I think we need to go about it a bit more gently." "But how?" "So you really are curious about this aren't you?" She said changing the subject slightly. "I am. I think you're nuts but I love your idea. I just don't know how you are going to pull this one off. You amaze me girl." "I do sometimes, don't I?" "Yes you do and I love you for it. I love to see your confidence shine and right now it is shining brightly." "Really?" "Oh yea. It makes me horny.... And proud – seeing your inner strength come through." The Cabin Ch. 07 This is the final chapter of The Cabin. The story would not have been posted without Kirk2004's editing abilities. Once again, thank you, Kirk. ~*~*~ The Kitten is curious "Admit it, Kit. You're curious. You wonder what it would be like to be tied up and fucked." "I don't..." Kit's fingers went to the scar. Oh hell, Michael thought. She had been tied up...and terrorized. "It wouldn't be like that, baby," Michael murmured pulling Kit into his arms. "That was torture. I would bring you pleasure, Kitten, like on the table or in the shower, only more so. The anticipation, a bit of discomfort, and even a bit of pain can heighten the pleasure, Kit. The discomfort or slight pain will make you focus on your need. When I allow you your release, the climax will be more intense, because you'll be more aware of your body." ~*~*~ Maybe he had always wanted to take her like this; maybe in the back of his mind, he had wanted her tied and his. Maybe he wasn't that different from his brother after all. Maybe he did want her as his submissive...at least occasionally. She expressed fascination, curiosity, and a bit of horror when he told her the things he had done and seen. He suggested they try something new. She was on the bed; face down, her wrists were cuffed in soft padded leather and attached to her matching ankle cuffs. Her body was in a tight ball of submission with her knees curled under her, her face pressed against the sheets away from him, and her lovely heart-shaped ass was in the air. A medium-sized ball gag was in her mouth; its strap was buckled behind her head. He remembered the times he held her hands above her head with his leg across her thighs, spreading them while holding her down, and his mouth covering hers as he played with her, driving her crazy with want. His mouth, hands, and leg had been her bondage then. Now, he used the real thing. Katherine moaned, and Michael's mind went into a hundred different directions. What to do first. "Don't go anywhere, Kitten. I'll be right back." Michael ate up the distance between the bedroom and the 'tool' cabinet quickly, knowing exactly what he wanted. When he opened the cabinet door, it was still in its box. When he purchased it, he didn't know why. He certainly wouldn't use it, but it was so tempting and inexpensive, he thought 'Why not'. He reached for box and another item as the curve of his lips tilted upward. Why not, indeed, he thought as he retraced his foot steps. "I need to know what color you're at, Kit. Remember we talked about colors. Green means you're okay. Yellow you're a bit anxious, but okay. Red, you want me to stop right now and untie you. Think about it a moment, Kit. Remember, you know that I won't hurt you." Michael placed a little snapper in her hand. "One click means green, you're okay. Two clicks mean you know I won't hurt you. You're a bit anxious, but ready to find out what I intend to do. Or three clicks and I'll know you're at red; you want me to untie you. Think about it, Kit, and then let me know you're okay with what I'm going to do." He waited. Michael didn't really want to let her loose, but he would. After thirty long seconds, Kit clicked the snapper one time, and then once again. He waited...no third click. Michael exhaled. He wouldn't give her the opportunity to stop again. He took the snapper out of her fingers, and felt them tighten around the little bit of metal before he pulled it completely loose. "I'm going to blindfold you, Kitten. I want you to concentrate on how you feel, only on how you feel. I don't want you to think of anything else. Using the blindfold, the gag, and the rest has taken your other senses away; the only thing left is your sense of touch and sound. I'm not going to use earplugs, but forget about sounds around you. Focus on me touching you; focus on your body." As he spoke to her, he kissed the top of her head, slipped the black silky cloth over her eyes, and tied the ends behind her head. He opened both packages he had taken from the cabinet and prepared the one. He put it on the cloth between her spread legs. He wanted to touch her everywhere, so he did. One hand softly stroked her back from her neck to her sweetly displayed bottom; his other hand slipped under her to gently caress her breasts. He continued to play with her breasts as he moved his hand back and forth, gently touching her until he felt her relax. He pushed her hair aside, and laid soft kisses at the base of her neck. As she relaxed, secure in his soft caresses, he let his fingers slid down her back, and then farther to between the crack of her bottom cheeks to her slit, and farther still to her clitoris. His kisses also traveled down her back, as his fingers worked their magic. The little pearl hardened and was distended, pushing out from its protective hood. He teased it repeatedly until she was whimpering and rocking back against his hand. "That's the way, Kitten. Your moans of pleasure tell me you enjoy this." Her moans were becoming more frantic. She pushed harder against his fingers. "Not yet, Kit. Soon." He playfully pinched her nipples until they were hard and puckered. His fingers left her breasts, and moved to replace the ones on her clit. Without warning he brought his now freed hand down on her bottom. She jumped, but couldn't go anywhere tied as she was. Her groan was muffled behind the gag. He kissed the red spot he had created. "You've been a bad girl, Kitten, and a pink bottom will excite me while heightening your pleasure. So, I'm going to punish this lovely ass with a few well placed spanks." The words were hardly out of his mouth, when he brought his hand down on her bottom again. Again his hand made contact while he furiously worked her clit. He must have spanked her about a dozen times with enough force to nicely redden her lovely bottom. He worked his open mouth kisses across her sweet ass, and then he licked that forbidden rosebud. She jumped, again, in her surprise, but Michael was ready. He worked her clit hard. She never notice when his fingers left her warmed bottom. His free hand went to the tube he brought back from the cabinet, and squeezed a generous amount on his finger. He continued to work her clit as he ran his lubricated finger back and forth over the puckered star. When he slipped his finger in her to the first knuckle, Katherine's tight muscle closed around him. "Relax, baby. Push out. I'm not going into this tight little hole, but I'm going to slip a tiny bit of joy into you...then I'm going to fuck the daylights out of you. Push back, baby." He slipped the thumb of the hand working her clit into her soaking wet cunt, and thrust it back and forth. He worked both orifices until he knew all she could think about was how badly she needed to come. He picked up the tube of lube, squeezed some more on the second item he'd retrieved from the cabinet, and then squeezed a generous amount on her dark, forbidden hole. "Now, Kitten, come for me," he said as he pinched her clitoris. She came hard and he was ready. He picked up the butt plug and gently, but very firmly, pushed it into her. It was small, no longer then three inches and hardly bigger than his pinkie, but she never before had anything in this virgin ass. She was tight and there was a natural resistance, but he didn't stop and soon it was firmly lodged inside her. Her sphincter closed around the groove just below the flange. "Now you're going to come for me again, Kit, but this time I'm going to be in that hot tunnel. I'm going to fuck you hard, baby. See how full you feel with that extra bit of pressure." He moved behind her and slid his rod home. Heaven, it was a bit of heaven. He leaned forward, unbuckled the gag, and gently removed it from her mouth. "Tell me, Kitten, that you want me. Tell me you want me to fuck you ten ways to Sunday. Tell me you want it hard. Tell me, Kit, that you are mine." "Oh God. Ohmigod. I want you. I want you," Kit cried out. His hands moved to her hips; his thrusts were hard and fast. He could feel the plug, that bit of pressure, the extra fullness, the tightness. His last coherent thought was he needed to get a vibrating butt plug. ~*~*~ The break-in "We're in. She needs a better alarm system." "Yeah, maybe when this is over we'll suggest that," Brian laughed. "Well, since we got in so easily, let's hope she's got the pics and tapes here. My guess would be the bedroom. If they're not in there, we'll split up and search the rest of the rooms, but I'll lay odds they're in there if they're in the apartment." The apartment wasn't large even though it was an expensive two bedroom. It was obvious which one was Suzette's bedroom. "Nice toys. She's got quite a collection, and look here, a desk with a false back. Can you get in here, Bri, without busting it up?" "Probably. I'll work on it. You come over here and look at these. They look like journals. There are a couple of them." Michael and Brian switched places. In a matter of minutes, Michael knew the journals would have to go, too. There would be no way they would have another day. Each date that Suzette had forced Kit to steal something was documented including Suzette's lurid comments. The first time Suzette made Kit do cunnilingus, she wrote 'the stupid bitch never sucked pussy before, but with time and more experience I'll make her a good little pussy eating slut'. The Tuesday night she branded Kit was described in appalling detail. She commented on Kit's screams, and how she passed out when she put her 'mark' on her. One of the last entries was how she was planning to use her at parties and as a drug courier. 'That's where the big money is,' Suzette wrote. She went into detail on how she was about ready to start training Kit in depth, and how useful she'd be traveling overseas as a buyer for Donavan. If Kit balked, Suzette wrote that she would tell Katherine that the pictures she took would be posted on the Internet. Suzette was sure that would be all the inducement she would need to get Katherine to do anything she wanted her to do. The more Michael read, the more he saw red. The thought of what Kit could have gone though if he hadn't finally made her tell him the truth, made him sick. Michael said a silent prayer of thanks that he had not waited a day longer. Killing the slut would be too good, but Marcy came through. "This isn't the first time the bitch terrorized someone," Michael murmured. "Hey buddy, I'm in, and look what I've found." Michael turned to look over Brian's shoulder and saw a draw full of pictures. "I wonder where the tapes are," Michael said. "They're here. If the pictures are here, the rest is too. I'm going to go through the closet. They might be in there. Go through the pictures and see if you think that's all of them. I didn't look any farther than the ones on top. Mike, tell Katherine I never saw any of them if she asks. I'll never say any different." "Thanks, Bri, I know she didn't want anyone else ever to see them. In this journal, Suzette said she was going to post them on the Internet if Kit balked at doing what she wanted." Michael took Brian's place at the computer. "She has a nice system here and a scanner. I'm going to open it up while you hunt for the tapes. I'll be able to do a trace and see if I can find anything." Brian bagged up the pictures, journals, and back-up tapes, and then started going through the closet as Mike worked on the computer. Michael spent the better part of an hour going through files. As far as he could tell and he was not a computer whiz, no pictures were sent from her IP address. He did find an album file with scanned pictures though, but none were of Kit. Poor Suzette, her system was going to experience a meltdown and those nice little backup discs were going to disappear with the pictures and journals. "Hey, Mike. Come here. I shouldn't have spent so much time looking in boxes. She has a false wall here. It looks like it was put in professionally. There has to be a catch somewhere. Ah, here it is. It's nicely concealed in the door frame." The wall swung open revealing shelves of tapes all neatly labeled and dated. "Katherine 10-7-10 branding' and 'Katherine 9-3-10 first suck' were found half way down. Michael wondered who Kelly, Ginny, and Lisa were. "We'll need a couple more boxes to get all of this out of here," Michael commented. "Hey, what's this, a digital camera?" "Yes, and it's going with us, too. She probably has more pictures of Katherine on it. From the little I read in the journal, Kit is her latest mark and the one she thought would bring in the most money. There's a camcorder somewhere too. There it is on the bottom shelf. "She'll know someone's been here as soon as she notices the journals, the pictures, and tapes are gone or tries to boot the computer up. There's no need to be careful. We'll use pillowcases. It's all going with us when we leave. Everything!" "I saw a box in the kitchen that we can use. Guess she didn't think Kit would ever tell you. I can only imagine what's going through your mind right now, Mike. I'd kill anyone who put Sissy through this." Brian worked with Michael enough to know the look in his eyes now. When Michael told him what happened to Katherine and why this job had to be completely confidential, Brian knew he had heard the abbreviated revision. He filled in between the lines himself. After a glimpse of the pictures in the desk, he knew he was close to the truth. Brian was one of a handful of people who knew about the cabin. He had been a friend of Evan's, but like Michael, Brian was faithful to his wife Sissy after they married. He had children now. He and Sissy had been married for eleven years. "Are you going to take her to the cabin?" "No. I thought about it, but she's going to the Dungeon. Marcy contacted a friend of Evan's. Maybe you've heard of him? Master Lucifer? If his name means anything, I think Suzette is going to be one unhappy bitch after a few days. I'm hoping I can get the dyke too." "I think I've heard of him, but I didn't know much about Evan's other life, if you know what I mean. I only went with Evan to the cabin once. I'd already started dating Sissy. I knew immediately that she'd never do any of that shit, and she was already becoming pretty important to me. I wouldn't go again and take a chance she'd find out and quit dating me." Brian seemed thoughtful as he remembered that one time and chuckled. "Hell, Sissy would have my balls in a vice if I even thought about taking her there." Michael had to laugh. He'd met Sissy several times and knew Brian spoke the truth. She was a little Mexican spitfire. "Do you think this Suzette will come back on you?" Brian asked. "She won't know who took her. Besides, do you think she'll complain after all the shit she's done to others? I'll have the journals. That alone will silence the bitch unless she wants to go to jail. She knows that they would love her there. She's been there before, as you know. If nothing else, the tattoo should make her a hit in prison. Thanks again by the way for finding that extortion record." "Tattoo?" "A very nice tattoo, 'I'll do anybody; I'll do anything.' The cons will love that. The one that says 'fuck slave' across her ass is my favorite. The tattoos were Marcy's idea. She picked them out." Mike continued, "Marcy was a submissive, but only to Evan. He was her Master, but she believes it should never be against your will. I hadn't talked to Marcy in quite a while, but when I explained what happened to Kit, she was outraged. She suggested this Master Lucifer right away. Marcy said that Evan knew him, and she knew from some things she overheard that some other people who practiced M/s sent disobedient slaves there. 'Master Lucifer will abduct her. I don't even have to be apart of it. She'll be blindfolded the entire time. She'll be kept for one week. They'll take pictures and a video and send them to Marcy. Marcy is doing all the contacting. Nothing will be traced to us; Marcy insisted. Suzette will be given the opportunity to go back to her former life after her week, or stay as a slave and sold to a Master at auction. I believe she will be shown pictures and a video of her stay at the Dungeon. She'll have one hour to decide. The 'fuck slave' tattoo goes on when she gets to the Dungeon. The other two only go on if she decides to come back here. "I'd like for her to know who's responsible for her agony, but I won't take a chance that she might come back and try to hurt Kit. I figure if she stays fine. If she comes back she may realize that it's me who caused the week of torment, but there won't be any proof. Either way, she won't be working for Donavan. Are you about finished packing up everything?" "About. I'll put the bag by the door and get the box. We need to go through the rest of the apartment and make sure we've got everything." ~*~*~ Retribution Michael watched as the van pulled up. Even hidden across the street Michael could see the two men clearly as they silently opened the van door and scoped out their surroundings. He was surprised that they had chosen to stop nearly under the streetlight when only a few feet down they'd be in near total darkness, but in reality it only made him smile because this way he would be sure they got the right bitch. Even as these thoughts registered in his mind, one man reentered the van and moved it the eight or so yards putting it in the shadows of darkness. From the backdoor of the club, the van would not be seen. It seemed like an eternity when the door finally opened and there stood Suzette slightly swaying. The dyke was with her, another woman, and a man. As they came down the steps, one of the men from the van stepped out of the shadows and slipped a full hood over Suzette's head. The man who had come out of the club with Suzette turned his attention to the dyke who the other lady had distracted, and punched her full in the face knocking her out. In the blink of an eye, both women were hustled into the waiting van. Suzette was gagged but the dyke was out cold. "Is she the one?" a voice in the darkness whispered to Michael. Michael inhaled sharply and started to turn towards the voice. "No, my young friend, you cannot see my face. I knew you would be here somewhere. You would want to know we got the right one." "She's the right one." "I did not think we would make a mistake, but it is always best to be sure especially in light of what we are going to do to her. Don't be upset that I found you. I cannot see your face clearly, but I am sure you are Evan's brother. No?" "Yes." "It's okay. Marcy did not betray you. Since Evan's death, I have tried to get our fair lady back into our world, but she'll have none of it. Her world was Evan not M/s, at least not without Evan. When she called, I knew it had to be something very important. I had hoped to use it to bring her to me, but don't worry, my young friend. I will not force Marcy. Marcy was and is a lovely woman. At times I envied Evan her devotion, but I will not use this favor to cause her distress. The use of the bitch, as Marcy referred to her, and her friend will be plenty payment." "You understand that this must be kept totally confidential. Neither I nor my wife must ever be tied to this. And I want her...." "In great discomfort?" "Yes." After a deep, mysterious chuckle, the stranger said, "Oh, she will be. Marcy will be kept informed, and the requested tapes and pictures will be delivered to her. If you have any questions, tell Marcy. She will contact me." Michael stood in the darkness a while, and finally realized he was alone again. As he walked back to his car, he felt a bit empty and thought this had not been as satisfying as he thought it would be. He was glad, though, that Suzette would never be able to hurt Kit again. The Cabin Ch. 07 He and Brian found the names of two of the other woman Suzette used and blackmailed. They were contacted; one chose to receive her pictures and tapes, and one requested they be burnt. Michael was a bit surprised because this was done in secrecy and the woman had no way of knowing if he would really do it. The third woman committed suicide the year before. Michael found the entry in Suzette's journal. No regrets, just a comment that the girl was totally moronic, and she would have to find another sap to replace the lost income. The next mark was Kit, and again Michael's blood boiled. Maybe he should have taken Suzette to the cabin. No, he would have killed her and that would never do. Kit had actually fallen in love with the place. He wouldn't be able to go back again if he killed someone there. Hell, he'd never be able to live with himself if he killed someone. Monday morning after Kit pried from him more of his experiences from his past, he showed her just how it felt to be tied and helpless...well, at least, tie and helpless when she knew she wouldn't be hurt. He knew as he slipped the little butt plug into his duffle bag that wouldn't be their last visit to the cabin. He realized that slowly, very subtly their relationship was changing slightly. At the cabin, she would be his slave. He would train her in the arts of an obedient submissive; she had the aptitude for it, he discovered. He didn't let Kit go back to work, thinking it would be better if everyone thought they were still on vacation. This would protect Kit from Suzette until it was over. They stayed at the cabin until Monday afternoon, and, as they drove back to the city, he could see Kit getting more apprehensive. She was still frightened that Suzette might be able to hurt him. He smiled. Kit was less fearful for herself, and more for him each day. Even so, Michael was watching her closely to see if what had happened to her would continue to upset her. He decided if she needed counseling, they would go together, but she seemed to have put those months behind her. They decided to make an appointment to see about removing the scar as soon as possible. If the scar was still noticeable after treatment, together they decided to turn what was left into a tat, maybe something like a vine with flowers. Kit wanted somewhere near it in very small letters the words THE CABIN because that's where he saved her. ~*~*~ Epilogue -One year later "I think the doctor still wonders about the vine," Kit said holding Emily in her arms. "She's the most beautiful baby I've ever seen." Kit kissed the cheek of her three-month old baby daughter. "I love you, baby girl." Michael pulled Kit into the cradle of his arms, and gently touched his daughter's tiny fingers. "She's beautiful, just like her mother." He kissed Kit's neck and whispered, "Do you think it's the vine he wonders about or the tiny cabin beside it?" Kit laughed. "I don't know. I do know the first time I went in when I was sure I was pregnant, he seemed shocked by it. He's been my gynecologist for years; he knew it was a recent addition. I'm sure he thought I wasn't the tattoo type, especially there. You know we'll have to make some changes to the cabin, if we want to continue to go there. We can't take a child to a domination castle." "Oh, I don't know? Maybe a few changes, but most can just be locked up unless we're alone." Michael fingered the fine gold-link necklace around Kit's neck. The necklace had tiny cabin charm that fell between Kit's breasts. He had given it to her on Valentine's Day, as a reminder and symbol of her commitment to him as his submissive. She wore it when they were home. At the cabin, she wore a fine butter-soft leather collar. "I took out most of the obvious items even before I took you there the first time. Take, for instance, the dinning table. No one would know there are hidden eyebolts in it if they didn't all ready know. You were quiet surprised that first time when I popped them out." She blushed remembering some of their visits there this last year. "I'll put a lock on the release just in case, when the children are older. "Children?" "Well, you don't want Emily to be an only child do you?" "No, I guess not. Not really." She continued very thoughtfully, "What to you think happened to Suzette and that other bitch?" "You're going to have to start watching your language, Kitten. We have a child now," Michael said laughing. Kit smiled at him and then looked back down at Emily. "A year ago I thought you'd hate me. Now we have a miracle. I thank God every day, but some times I wonder what happened to them." "We both had a miracle, Kitten. I'm not sure about Suzette. Marcy just said she'd never bother us, or anyone, either of them, again. I think it's possible, but I'm not sure, that they may have been kept in submission, either voluntarily..." Michael shrugged. "I know this man they call Master Lucifer is capable of it, but I also know that they don't take people off the street. Someone has to want that kind of life, or, like Suzette, has done something to deserve it. I was able to find out that much. We got her out of our lives a year ago, Kit; it's time now to forget her all together, if we can. She's history. Emily is our future." "I love you Michael. Thank you for making me tell you. Thank you for Emily." "I didn't make her alone, Kitten." ~*~*~ My story was always about Michael and Katherine, and their relationship. I have no idea what happed to Suzette while she was at the Dungeon. Master Lucifer? Don't know anything about him, either. Maybe one my readers know and will write a story about Suzette. You're welcome to her. Thank you for reading, leaving a comment, and/or voting. I appreciate you feedback. Maddie The Cabin Ch. 07 Pt. 02 Shortly after Ken arrived home they sat in the sunroom reconnecting following his weekend away. Once the conversation came to an end Katie had him once again at the computer typing a follow-up email to see if there were indeed any guys interested in learning more about dominance and submission. "Katie, tell me if this is good enough to send. I wrote this one to Mark but can change the names to personalize the email for each guy." Katie read with interest and pride, the letter her husband had composed. Dear Mark, Thanks so much for taking the time to spend the weekend at the cabin. I don't know about you but I sure had a great time getting to know you and the other guys. I don't think I have ever cooked so much food over a two-day period! Man can we all eat. Someday we've got to have a reunion, maybe inviting Jeremy (my friend who owns the cabin) or a few new guys when the football playoffs begin later this year. Might be a fun time. Mark, the reason I'm really writing is to reiterate what it was I said about my relationship with Katie and how I have submitted to her authority. I'm writing you specifically because I think what I said struck a chord with you, or at least that was my perception based on some of our follow-up conversation. I want to make sure that you understand that my role as Katie's submissive husband is not a role of a wimp. Personally I think it is the opposite. It takes discipline, work, effort and guts to serve her as I do, knowing that the decision I made is not the norm. Telling the guys was a stretch for me, but once I opened my heart and began talking, my words and thoughts just came. For me, being a submissive, or sub, as I usually refer to myself, is a great place to be. I want to encourage you to talk to Jen. Tell her all about your time away. Tell her about the other guys, about the ball games, the food, the cabin, but also about my story if you feel comfortable doing so. See how she feels about this kind of relationship -- that is, if you too have a personal interest yourself. If Jen also shares your thoughts, drop me a line, Katie would love to connect and talk woman to woman with her privately. Mark, it was great to get to know you. I hope we can continue our friendship over the weeks and months to come. Ken "Ken, this is great. Send it out now and do the same with the other men you think might have an interest." "Thanks Katie, it'll only take a second. You want a glass of wine?" "I do, but I'll wait for you to send your emails." Ken copied and pasted the template he had written to Mark, sending out two other emails to Rick and then to Tim. When he had hit 'send' for the last time he closed the laptop and poured two glasses of red wine for Katie and himself. As the two lay in bed talking and wondering about the possibilities, Katie felt so proud of her husband. He had gone above and beyond all her expectations, not because he followed her orders but by the way that he had obeyed. The idea of sharing a March Madness weekend was brilliant. His sales pitch to all of the couples at the mall was sincere and well explained. The emails he composed were straightforward and came from his heart, reflecting his true personality. Any reader could easily see that he cared and wanted to make this weekend happen, while the letters to Mark, Tim and Rick were open and honest, encouraging them to share his story, as well as their own thoughts with their wives. In all he did, he did it out of love for her. "I want to let you cum tonight," Katie informed him as she lay with her head on his muscular chest. "Really?" He asked almost rhetorically. "I didn't think that was going to happen for another week or two." "I'm feeling especially generous," she replied, serious yet sarcastic. "I'll take what you give me." "Yes you will but first you will give before you get." "Katie, I'm not just giving when I lick you. I'm getting too." "You can look at it anyway you want as long as you look at it from between my legs," she said laughing at her own words. "Now get down there." "Yes Mistress," he said joking, a big grin appearing across his face. The two of them got comfortable, she with her hips resting on a soft pillow, allowing him better access to her sex, and he situated exactly where she wanted him. As he kissed her inner thighs and gently ran the tip of his tongue and then his nose circuitously up one thigh and around her sex and then down the other, she spoke one last time. "Take a long time with this one. All you get is to lick me to one orgasm so make it worth your while." "Don't worry; you'll get your money's worth out of me." He teased her for as long as he could draw out her orgasm but soon, even the most subtle touch was too much. He had played with her clit and labia for a long time. During the last several minutes, she found herself ever so close to climax. His senses seemed almost at one with hers as he knew exactly how much she could and couldn't take and where it was that he could stimulate her to make her feel incredible, yet so wanting for that last touch, that last lick that would put her over the edge. Finally he purposely finished her. She let out a scream as he did. Gasping, moaning, and sighing, her body spasmed and shook as the intensity of her climax gripped her, holding her in its grasp. "Come here," she ordered. He rose and lay tight against her, holding her in his arms, he let her body quiet. She remained motionless except for the soft kisses she kept planting on his chest. Eventually her hand found his cock and stroked it making it rock hard in seconds. Once she had him the way she liked him best she stopped her rubbing but periodically gave him a hard squeeze to let him know just how much she loved this beautiful part of his body that she now owned. Looking up into his eyes, she spoke directly, "I'm going to suck you, fuck you and make you cum. After you do, I'm going to straddle your face and watch you lick every drop that you put in me. Do you understand what I want?" "I do." "I don't know if that's what you want, but it's what I want." "Then it's what I want too, Katie." "I hope you enjoy it as much as I intend to." "I'm sure I will," he said feeling her hands still stroking him. He moaned without thinking. "That's the moan I want to hear. It's the telltale sign that I'm the one now fully in control of you." "You're making me feel really good." "I know I am," she said looking so seductive at the moment. "And you know how I love being the one in control." She took his cock in both hands and pulled it toward her waiting mouth. Lapping at his head she ran her tongue over the soft sensitive skin and round the rim. Enjoying the feel of it both in her hands and in her mouth, she sucked him erotically. Her hands became an extension of her mouth as she swallowed him repeatedly, pumping her face up and down on the warm shaft. Satisfied that she had him fully aroused and near the edge she straddled him and impaled herself fully on his appendage. Soon after, she began pumping her pussy on his pole. He yielded to her vaginal massage. His body tightened and he game with a grunt. She could feel his hot sperm filling her. Letting him finish, she squeezed her pussy tight and pulled herself off. Staring at him she grinned. "This is the part I like most," she whispered while moving over him. Once in position she looked down past her full breasts and into his dark eyes. "Open wide and enjoy your desert," she said proudly. He mouthed her a kiss and obeyed. His eyes breaking contact with hers and focusing intently on her swollen pussy. Within seconds a thick white liquid flowed out of her cunt and fell into his waiting mouth, dragging with it a long string of cum that stretched from her to him before disappearing into his mouth. Katie smiled when she saw him take is load willingly. "Keep your mouth open, there's more coming." He nodded in acknowledgement. Soon more followed. He could tell she was trying to squeeze and push out what remained inside. "Don't lick me," she ordered sensing his desire to clean her off. "There's more in there and I want to watch you eat it." Ken lay beneath his beautiful wife, his mouth open, his tongue and the back of his throat coated with his own cum, he waited patiently until Katie gave him the word. "Now you can lick me," she whispered after the last of the thick semen fell from her crease. "Clean me up but don't swallow until I tell you too," she said smiling. Katie's swollen pussy felt delicious. "Mmm, that's it. Clean my cunt for me," she whispered. "Make sure you get all of it." Moving to lay next to him she rested her head on his chest. Kissing his chin she watched him. A smirk formed on her face as she delighted in his predicament. His mouth was full and the fact that he couldn't swallow caused him to produce more and more saliva. "I love having power over you almost as much as I enjoy you serving me. You know what I mean?" Ken shrugged his shoulders. Katie knew he couldn't talk. "Sure you do," she continued. "It's times like these when I can tell you exactly what I want or what I am going to do and you have no choice but to follow my command." She kissed him again, this time on the cheek. Touching his lower lip with her index finger she pulled it down. "Open up and let me see what you have hidden in there." Katie pulled his mouth open making him gag has she did. She could see the creamy cum mixed with his saliva filling the back of his throat. Dipping her finger in, she touched his upper lip, just under his nose. "Doesn't that smell good?" "Mmm, mmm," he muffled his answer. "I think so too. Just tell me nice and clear that you want to swallow your cum. OK?" "Mmmm, mmm." "Now that's not too clear Kenny," she teased. "You need to speak clearly or I just may have to have some fun with you should any of the girls want to come over later this week for a heart-to-heart talk with me about the wonderful world of life as a Domme." "All Kay," he mumbled, trying to say the word OK. "Kenny, you disappoint me. Now just stay right where you are and ask me if you can swallow your cum. I'll give you one more chance, but you've got to say it clearly." Katie smiled triumphantly, planting a kiss on his nose. "I can't," he said with a gargled voice. "I'm sorry you can't, but I'll make you a deal. If you can keep that in there for another ten minutes without swallowing I'll let you off the hook. Otherwise I just might have to show the ladies first hand just how good and useful a sub you really are. Agreed." He shook his head in acceptance to her demand. Katie rested her hand lightly on his throat and checked the time on her phone. "Ten minutes starts right now. No swallowing sweetheart. I'm going to be able to tell if you do," she said gently squeezing his throat between her thumb and index finger. He knew he was going to lose this one. He was lying on his back, the sperm, combined with the ever increasing volume of saliva filled his mouth, making in almost impossible not to swallow. The urge to do so was instinctive and though he fought the desire his involuntary reflexes couldn't be suppressed any longer. "Hey! It's only been seven minutes. I just felt you swallow. Your time isn't up yet." Ken gulped once more, downing the remaining fluid he had been holding for so long. The thick cum texture still coated his mouth but the bulk of it was now gone. "That wasn't fair. You knew I couldn't keep from doing that," he finally said. "I gave you a second chance at redeeming yourself after you couldn't talk. I thought ten minutes was a fair time for you to save face." If you say so," he conceded. "So what does this mean for me now?" "What does it mean? Well I don't know sweetie, maybe nothing. I'll just have to see where my thoughts go but at least I know that you willingly volunteered your services should I need them." "You have my services whenever you want. You don't have to ask me permission." "No I don't but if that's true, why didn't you just swallow knowing I was going to have my way with you regardless." "I don't know. I guess I'm too competitive. I don't like to lose." "I like that side of you. It reminds me you've got some spunk. Too bad for you that you didn't have just a bit more competitiveness and last another three minutes. I didn't think you were a quitter?" she said smiling. "I'm not a quitter. It just happened," he said disgustedly. "Whatever you say, dear. All I know is that you made the choice to be available, not me. Don't forget you did cause I won't." "I'm sure you won't." Katie climbed on him and they kissed. She was once again feeling bubbly inside, so pleased with the man in her arms. "Give me a backrub to end our day. I want to fall asleep to the feel of those wonderful hands all over me. I've missed this for the past few days. I want a long one." Ken oiled her skin and began. The two talked on and off for quite some time before silence took over. His mind quieted as did hers. He rubbed her body softly and lovingly until the deeper quiet breathing that indicated she had finally drifted off became the norm. He remained motionless, his hands resting on her back for some time not wanting to wake her with his movements. When he was certain she was sound asleep, he crept in behind her, inhaled the aroma of her perfume, kissed her neck and fell asleep with his face buried in her hair. ______________________________ On Monday evening, the day after the guys had come home from the cabin, Katie had Ken send an email to the wives of Mark, Tim and Rick. Katie extended the women an open invitation to talk more about the Domme/sub lifestyle. She wanted to meet with them while their interest was hopefully peaked and questions still fresh in their mind. By Wednesday, two of the three had responded indicating their desire to have lunch at Katie's home. Katie's only request was for them to come with an open mind and be willing to consider the benefits of what it was she had to say. She slept in on Thursday morning, waking only after Ken had returned from the shopping she had asked him to do. He had taken the day off of work at his wife's request to make sure that this day would indeed be special. Waking her he warmed the bath water and left the bedroom to take care of his own errands in the kitchen while she showered and dressed. "Ken?" Katie called later that morning, "I want you to know that I expect you to be the perfect host for the girls when they arrive for lunch." "I will Katie. 12:30, right?" "Yes. Do you have everything I told you to get?" "Sure do and I'll make sure everything is just the way you want it. Don't worry." "I won't and I want you doting on me. You know how much I love it when you show me affection when others are around." "I know sweetheart," he said kissing her on the forehead. "I'm not asking you to do anything I wouldn't expect any other time we had guests over but I want these girls seeing just how good I have it with you." "Yes," he said reassuring her once more. He walked behind and kissed her on the side of the neck as she spoke. She arched her head back returning the gesture and he embraced her, pullin her in tight. His hands migrated up to her soft breasts and down her trim body. "I have another hour before they arrive," he said still holding her. "If you give me 30 minutes I think I can get everything prepared." "Good. Go finish what you need to do," she said reaching behind and squeezing his cock. After a moment of thought she added, "How about you put on the 6000 too. I think I want you locked while they are here." "Really?" "Yes. Really," she said, her voice suddenly becoming more serious. "Go put it on." "As you wish." He kissed her once more, squeezing her breasts again and sighing with pleasure as he felt their fullness. He left to head up upstairs to lock his cock in the plastic chastity harness. He secured himself, sprayed some cologne on his hair and chest and returned once more to the kitchen. Continuing with the preparations he spread a white linen tablecloth over the round table and set place-settings for three in the spacious sunroom. Placing a long-stem red rose across each plate without Katie noticing, he smiled knowing she'd love it when walked in the room next. She hadn't asked him to purchase flowers but he also knew just how much she loved them. Even a simple rose meant much, since it demonstrated his thoughtfulness to those things she enjoyed most. Today he knew she would appreciate it even more since it publically demonstrated his love to her in such a sweet way. The phone rang several minutes later just as he was putting the final touches on the food preparations. "Katie, it's for you," he called, finding her in the den. "It's Tracy." "Tracy?" Katie whispered as she approached. A curious look on her brow indicating she didn't recognize the name. Covering the earpiece with his hand he said, "It's Tim's wife -- from the cabin. She asked if she could talk with you." A few minutes later Katie found him in the laundry room folding clothes. "Looks like we have another guest!" She said excited to tell him the good news. "Really?" "Yes. She wasn't real sure if she should come, especially on such short notice but Tim really wanted her to hear what I had to say. I can't tell how interested she is. She is soft spoken and sounds a bit timid." "That's interesting. I quiet Domme. Hmm, nothing wrong with that. After all you're a quiet one yourself," he said smiling. "I may be but you know you better not ever cross me unless you want to find out what's good for you," she answered seriously, yet toying with him. "I never will. Never again. " "That's a smart move." "Hey, but you know what that phone call tells us. It tells us that someone is definitely interested in this Domme/sub stuff." "Who? Her husband?" "Yes. He must be. Why else would he push her so hard if he wasn't?" "I don't know but that's a good start. Maybe she's more interested than she sounded." "I hope so." Changing the subject he added, "I'll make sure everything is ready from my end. Don't you go getting nervous. You'll do fine with them. You always do great around others." "Thanks Ken but I am actually a little nervous right now." "Aww, don't be," he said kissing her softly on the lips. She looked spectacular. Her blonde hair, blue eyes and bright smile were stunning. She was beautiful always but now that she had dressed up a even more, she was especially attractive. "I love you," he said as he headed into the adjacent room with another set of flatware and china in hand. A little before 12:30 the doorbell rang. Ken greeted two very attractive women and welcomed them in. He took their jackets and escorted them into the den offering them each a seat. "Katie will be down shortly. She can't wait to meet you all." Ken reacquainted himself with Mark's wife, Jen, who he had met at the mall. She was a cute athletic blonde woman with deep blue eyes, hair pulled back into a pony tail and was well dressed. She wore a short dark skirt that revealed about half her thigh and a soft white blouse. She had a slender build but her chest supported a pair of generous firm breasts. Weighing no more than 120 pounds and in fantastic shape, she was beautiful and he could tell she knew it by the skimpy attire that accentuated her shapely athletic body and legs. Before Ken even heard her speak, words like vibrant, outgoing and uninhibited came to mind. Tracy was the older of the two by a few years although she looked like she was in her early mid twenties. She was breathtakingly gorgeous. Her blonde hair was a little darker than Jen's. Her face was perfect, her body magnificently put together and her shape flawless. Her big brown eyes, full lips and, high cheekbones were an eye-full. She appeared to be of Russian descent and her appearance was nothing less than stunning. Although she was indeed soft-spoken, she carried herself well and it was evident that she was both comfortable and confident in who she was as a woman. She was dressed in a nice pair of jeans and a yellow top. It was simple yet elegant and her near-perfect figure complimented it wonderfully. The Cabin Ch. 07 Pt. 02 As the three chatted in the den, Katie appeared from around the corner. Ken stood, greeting her with a hug and kiss, telling her how nice she looked. Katie welcomed Jen once more and was introduced to Tracy for the first time. The conversation quickly resumed. To an outsider it would have appeared they were all old friends. Ken remained for another minute before asking Katie if he could be excused to hang the jackets he had been holding. She bid him gone and returned to the budding conversation with her newfound friends. Debbie arrived about ten minutes later, apologizing profusely for being late. Ken put her at ease and invited her in. He introduced her to everyone then left to attend to his duties in the kitchen. Katie had just finished giving the girls a brief tour of their home when she announced that lunch was to be served. Ken had a bottle of wine on ice in the sunroom and sat each of the ladies as they entered. Pouring everyone a glass of wine he kissed Katie once more, telling her he loved her and left. During the next hour, the girls talked while enjoying the fresh salad and broiled salmon that Ken and prepared about common interests and got better acquainted. The conversation was lively and all were laughing, enjoying the food, wine and company. Soon the conversation turned to the topic of Ken and his conversation with the guys. Katie both listened and asked the women to explain the interest level of both their husbands as well as themselves to the dominant/submissive lifestyle. She gleaned that there was a definite interest in the men as well as the women. Ken as well as the three guys had done their jobs well. Katie breathed a sigh of relief knowing that the rest of the day wouldn't have to be a hard sell. She could hardly believe how much interest the men had conveyed to the women following the email Ken had sent them asking them to verbalize their thoughts with their wives. "I hope you know that I didn't invite you here to force our relational style on you," Katie added, "but it is like nothing I ever imagined I could experience." "What do you mean?" Tracy asked. "She means this great service," Debbie added, referring to Ken as he came to clear the table. "... and I wouldn't trade this for anything," Ken said smiling having overheard their conversation. He cleared the table as he spoke and left. "He did all of this for me," Katie said proudly. "You mean he made the lunch too?" "... and he came to me yesterday with the meal plan and asked me if I approved of the menu he drew up, then he went out and bought the food and set the table so beautifully. And do you know what?" She added, "He does this for me every day of the week." There was a moment of silence as the magnitude of that statement registered with the women. "And he wants to do this?" Jen asked. "Yes, and it's but a sampling of what he does now. It didn't happen right away. In fact it took us several months to get here but he was the one that eventually came asking if it would please me if he could take over the cooking and cleaning responsibilities before and after meals." "But why? It doesn't make sense?" "It does if you really understand the mind of the submissive and if you know just how much power I have by controlling his orgasm," Katie said now deadly serious. "What!" Debbie asked surprised by her comment. Tracy and Jen looked at one another, smiling deviously and obviously wanting to know more of what it was Katie was referring. And explain she did. She told the story of the beginnings of the power exchange that occurred while they were at the cabin and how that was just the start of their journey down this path. She shared how, over the following months, she had failed to maintain herself as the dominant within their marriage and the incident that occurred when she discovered he had been interacting with other women online. She also told them about the subsequent conversations she had with a dear friend who helped her sort through what to do to get her man back and become the dominant partner once more; a woman who happened to be a Domme herself although Katie hadn't known that prior to their conversations. She talked at length about the decision she made to regain control of her husband by enforcing chastity through the use of a harness and all of the changes that resulted even though most of what she did was a step of faith, not really knowing if it would work or not. The girls asked lots of questions and Katie did her best to answer them all. The idea of orgasm control was completely foreign to them. They had no idea what it was, nor did they understand the power that the woman held by being the key-holder of the chastity device. Katie assured them many times, telling story after story to help them understand just how much life changed once that lock was clicked in place. "Ken?" Katie called. "Yes?" he said walking into the room. "Massage my neck and back for me while we talk. It's getting tight." "Sure Katie." Katie continued to converse while Ken quietly rubbed her back, focusing his attention on the job she had given him to do. She had told him to do this so the ladies could better see just how much he was at her beckon; there for her and willing to do whatever it was that she asked. At some point Tracy asked about the harness wondering how noticeable it was when worn under slacks. "Ken's wearing it now," she said nonchalantly. "Stand over here so they can see," she directed him. He moved so the women could get a gander at his package through his Dockers. Katie grabbed the plastic cock through his pants and held it tight as she giggled. "This baby is all mine. Isn't it Kenny?" she said gazing up into his eyes. "Yes it is dear," he replied blushing. "Indeed it is." Katie paused for a moment and then asked. "Girls, do you want to see it?" "Now?" Jen asked. "I do," Tracy interrupted before Katie could answer. "Well then?" Katie said, motioning to her husband. Ken hesitated, looking down as she smiled back up at him, "Remember that bet you lost the other night because you couldn't wait ten minutes?" "Uh-huh," he murmured. "Now is pay up time," she replied half laughing. "So get undressed and let the girls inspect you." Ken slipped out of his shoes and socks and stood between Katie and Debbie. His cock had immediately hardened when Tracy had spoken as he knew what was coming but it had nowhere to go within the confines of his encasement. His cocked although rock hard remained in the downward 'drooped' position, conforming to the shape of the 6000 that held him secure. Dropping his pants and stepping out of his boxers, Debbie gasped. "He's shaved!" "Yes he is," Katie added. "Do you know why?" "Cause you told him too?" Jen asked. "That's right." "I like the look," Tracy interjected. "I've always wished Rick would shave his cock," Deb mentioned to Katie. "Go let her inspect you," Katie said instructing him to stand by Tracy, "and loose the shirt too." She looked at the girls and added, "You can touch whatever you want. He's mine but I don't mind showing him off to you three today. After all, you are all about to be Dommes." Katie laughed at her own comment, as did the girls. Redirecting her attention to Deb she added, "If you and Rick choose this life he will do exactly as you wish and shave just like you expect him. And he'll do it every day if that's what you want." Deb smiled but said nothing as she watched Tracy examining the chastity harness. She didn't reply to Katie's comment but her words resonated. She left later that day with that phrase replaying again and again in her mind "...If you choose this life, he will do exactly as you wish." That was indeed a good thought to dwell on. Ken stood before the Russian beauty sitting before him. Tracy held his balls with one hand and fondled the plastic cock-tube with the other. "I like this," she said directing her comment to Katie while holding his jewels in her hand. "I like this a lot. What do you think Jen? Isn't this the greatest?" "It is but I just don't know. I can't imagine Mark would ever want to wear this." "Want to wear this?" Katie asked. "Who said anything about him wanting to wear it? That's the whole point to this way of living. It's not about what he wants; it's about what you want and about what he's willing to give you for the privilege of serving you. You need to remember you're not taking anything away from him. Rather it will be Mark that will be asking you if he can submit to your authority. He's going to give up his rights voluntarily and let you take control of both him, your marriage and your family. If he does that, you have every right to expect anything you want just as long as it is done out of love and with the intent that it will foster even greater love between the two of you." "I know that, but I'm not use to thinking like this. I've never thought like this." "That's a normal reaction but understand me. I didn't ask him to strip before you. I told him and he did so because I told him. He knows I love him but he also knows that I expect his obedience regardless of what it means to him." Jen shook her head in amazement after which Katie added, "And he loves it. Look how hard he is inside there." "Do you like wearing this thing?" Jen asked, now holding the 6000 and feeling the strength of his erection pent up inside the cage. "Actually I do. It took some time, especially during the first few weeks but you know when I don't have it on for a while I almost miss it." "Why?" Debbie piped in motioning for him to come to her. "Because there is something about the feeling of the grip it provides you all day long. It just makes me think about Katie all the time. I love her," he said and then added after a pause, "and I never know when she's going to let me out of it and even if she does, I never know if she will let me orgasm or not." "Doesn't that drive you crazy?" Deb asked. "Tell her baby." Katie teased. "Does it?" "Yes it does, very much so. And that's exactly what I both love and hate, but I definitely love it a whole lot more than I hate it." "Why?" Tracy asked. "Because I know what this thing does to my mind. It makes me crave her. It's like I can't do enough for her and I want to please her so bad -- especially when we go to bed." Ken paused and saw that all four of the women were listening intently. "It's hard to explain and even harder to understand. Trust me, when a guy is locked up in one of these for a week or so it changes them. You come to realize very quickly at work who you belong to and that her control is pervasive. It's a sobering feeling but one I have come to love so much. Personally I would do anything for her when I've been locked for a several days and not allowed to orgasm. I know Katie uses that to assert her dominance and maintain my submission. It may help feed the desire I have for her to be the authoritative figure in our marriage. I can't say being denied is the only reason it but makes me ache to please her in so many ways. I want to be able to satisfy her sexually, even if I can't cum. It's a great paradox I know but one that I love all the same. "Mmmm." Tracy sighed quietly."That is incredible." "Mmm is right," Katie added. "Is it hard to put this on and take it off?" Deb asked. Katie took the key off from around her neck and handed it to Debbie. "Take it off and see for yourself." "You don't mind?" "Not at all. You can even enjoy what's inside if you want", she said beaming with delight. Ken's face reddened with her words but he remained standing squarely in front of her as she proceeded to remove the lock and slide the cock-tube off. His cock quickly grew to its full length as she slowly unsheathed his sword. "You sure you don't mind?" She asked holding his balls securely in one hand. "Enjoy." Deb kissed the head of his shaft a few times while she figured out how to slip the retaining ring off from behind his balls. "Nice cock. So nice and smooth," she said to Tracy who appeared to be salivating as she watched Debbie take him fully in her mouth with a sigh of satisfaction. "Why don't you see if you can make him cum?" Katie chimed in. "Katie?" Ken asked. "May I?" "You will have to ask me when it's time. You know the rules. Until then, you belong to them." With those words Jen pulled her chair over to join the other two as Tracy and Jen took turns sucking on his cock. Soon there were three sets of hands and lips treating him to a fabulous blow job. Katie sat watching the three beauties enjoy the cock that really belonged to her. She was also relishing in the fact that she had three young magnificent women that had all expressed an interest in exploring their dominant sides and who now displayed their adventurous one as well. Things were going almost too good. Katie's mind drifted off to other possibilities as the girls' lips engulfed his cock, balls and body. As one enjoyed the length of his shaft, the other was on her knees underneath with her mouth swallowing his balls or trying to supplant the other who was in possession of his shaft. Tracy, although quiet initially was in fact a tiger. She stood and ventured to capture his mind and attention. Caressing his face, kissing his chest and pressing her voluptuous body against his, she kissed her way up his neck until their lips met. "Miss Katie?" Ken asked nervously and pulling away from Tracy's hold enough to talk. "You belong to them. Do as they wish," she said quietly. Tracy pulled him back to her. Her sexy body felt wonderful and although he was a happily married man who had but one woman he truly loved, he couldn't deny that what he was experiencing now was fantastic. Tracy was indeed beautiful and the feelings Jenny and Debbie were creating below were driving him crazy. Soon his breathing increased as the women took control of his body and mind. Jen stood, leaving Debbie alone to enjoy his cock and rose to take on the challenge of seducing him away from Tracy. Her svelte body moved in for the kill. Pulling his hand over her breasts she let him feel her young firm mounds. Tracy, not to be outdone, pulled her top off and unclasped her bra letting it fall to the floor. Her full breasts perfectly formed stared at him as he fondled Jenny's smaller lobes. Her perky nipples hardened as he continued to touch her body. She felt sexy pressed up against him but standing opposite her was Tracy who had pulled his face to hers and was kissing him passionately. Her body felt delicious. She was just as thin in the waist but more shapely both in the hips and busts. With the two girls molesting him from above and Debbie having his cock all to herself below he started to grunt and thrust his hips into Debbie's waiting mouth. She fondled his balls, enjoying the jerky movements of his cock as he banged away into her soft moist mouth. The other two could tell he was getting close as his hands fondled both of their bodies more passionately, squeezing their breasts and kissing each one deeply. Suddenly he broke his kiss with Tracy, "Miss Katie, please tell them to stop. I'm getting close to cumming." "Step away then if that's what you need to do," she instructed. Suddenly he pulled away. Stepping back he left them empty handed. Tracy stepped forward kissing him once more, her hand quickly found his saliva covered shaft and stroked him while maintaining eye-contact. The other two watched as she jerked his cock more deliberately, bringing him back once more to the edge. "I can't let you do this Tracy. Katie wouldn't be pleased." He steadied her hand and then removed it. "Thank you for making me feel so good but I can't cum unless Katie tells me I can." "Then ask her if you can." "No, I don't ask. She tells me if I can but I never ask." "You can leave us and go into the den now," Katie interrupted as she walked over to her husband. "You did well. I'm pleased with how you handled yourself in that situation." Wrapping her arms around his neck she stepped in front of Tracy and stared deeply into his blue eyes and smiled. "I love you. I love you so much. Thank you for doing this for me." "I love you," he whispered almost inaudibly. "You know I'm yours." "Yes you are. Now leave us go lay on the sofa and keep it hard for me." Ken picked up his clothes, thanked the girls, and left. "Pour us some more wine before you start stroking," she called as he was about to leave the room. "Yes Mistress." He tossed his clothes and tended to his duties. His erect cock protruded in front of each woman as he filled their glasses. The girls took liberties to enjoy it as he moved from one to another. A short time after he left, Deb could hear him grunting quietly. "What is he doing?" "I told him to keep it hard so he is in there jerking off." "Is this something you make him do often?" she asked. "It depends. It's a great way to get him both excited and frustrated because although I know he is feeling really good, he isn't allowed to cum. "You are so evil," Jen said with a grin on her face. "Teasing him and getting him all hot and horny pays me dividends and besides, he loves it. I've found in Ken's case, and I think it's true for men in general, that a frustratingly horny guy that can't cum and is under the watch of a dominant woman will do just about anything to please her." "Meaning?" Tracy inquired. "Meaning that he gives me the best orals and I have the best sex with him whenever I want." Jen shook her head in disbelief, "I can't believe you. I would have never thought you two were like this when I saw you at the mall the other day. This sounds almost too good to be true." "It is, isn't it? This is why I wanted to find other women. I want you to know that this life is possible. I hope that you and maybe other women will come to realize how incredibly loving, caring and attentive husbands can be even after those first few months after marriage." "Katie, I'm on board with you. I'm going to make Tim be just as attentive to me as Ken is to you," Tracy said. "I was hoping that you would say that. You won't be disappointed. It sounds as if Tim is already interested since he was the one encouraging you to come here in the first place." "He is, but he has no idea about how his life is about to change." "Believe it or not, it will be all for the better -- even for him if this is what he wants." "I think he does. He is such a sweetheart already." "That's where you need to start. If you don't have a good marriage already, adding this dynamic to it isn't going to help." "I love him and he loves me. He'll come along just fine." "I hope he does," Katie added. Ken could be heard grunting once again. Tracy leaned forward and whispered to Katie, "You mind if I go in there and tease that husband of yours for awhile? I promise to be good. Well kind of," she said grinning. "I think I'd like that, but you know the rule -- no orgasm." "For him or for me?" She said giggling. "Do I even need to answer?" Katie said smiling. "Can I be next?" Jen pleaded. "Tracy can't have all the fun." "Sure, but let's give him a few minutes to calm down between each visit. Maybe I'll enjoy him too. What's a sub for anyway if a girl can't use him the way she likes best?" "That's what I intend to do." Tracy winked at Katie then excused herself, leaving the girls to continue their discussion without her on the benefits to putting their husbands in chastity. In the other room she found him on his back stroking his rock-hard cock. Ken jumped in surprise when he saw her approach. "Your wife told me I could do whatever I wanted to you as long as you don't' cum," she said rubbing her hands together. Ken gazed up into the big brown eyes of the topless woman standing over him. Tracy bent over and kissed him softly. Her shapely breasts hung free. Ken's eyes moved back and forth from breast to face and back again. Her form and beauty were mesmerizing. Her pebbled nipples surrounded by large dark areolas drew him. He loved the shape and form of a woman's breast and hers were indeed lovely. The Cabin Ch. 07 Pt. 02 Breaking away from his temporary daydream he answered her, "What's that supposed to mean? "It means that I'm going to enjoy myself just a little more than you," she said slipping out of her jeans and panties. "Keep stroking," she said sitting in the chair across from him. "I want to watch you before I take you. You are going to me mine," she added. "I've decided that and I always get what I want," she said, a devilish grin forming on her face as she spoke. Facing him, she spread her legs wide and watched as his eyes moved downward to stare at the shaved pussy looking back at him. "You like what you see? She said softly. Tracy stroked her finger upward, parting her labia in two. "Yes, you are a beautiful woman," he answered honestly. "I am indeed and I bet I can keep you hard without you wanking off. "I bet you can." "Then stop stroking. Look and lust after the woman that is about to use you." "Yes," he replied, letting his hands rest on his legs. "It's yes ma'am to you boy," she said sarcastically. "Yes ma'am," he answered obediently. Ken's eye's remained riveted on her as she arched her back, lifting her breasts upward and massaged them seductively with one hand. Her legs remaining apart as she played with her pussy with the other. He couldn't help but feel the blood pulsate within his cock as he watched her hips mimic a good fuck. They undulated in a slow steady pulse. She was into this and his cock felt like it was going to explode it was so hard. This was not the shy Tracy he had spoken to on the phone this morning. This was a wild animal; a beautiful wild animal that knew how to move and seduce and she was seducing the helpless man now under her watch. Satisfied she had accomplished just that she moved over him. Her naked pussy was wet with juice and her figure was a picture of perfection. He couldn't take his eye off her sex as she fingered her slit slowly. "Tell me what you are thinking?" She said directly. "I think you are beautiful." "Is that why your cock is so hard? Are you lusting after my body?" She cooed running one hand up her thigh, over her abdomen and up to her breast where she fondled them sensuously. "Yes it is." "Tell me what you think about my pussy?" "I think it's perfect." "Be honest with me. How bad do you want to lick it?" "I'd love to lick it." The trace of a smile crossed her face indicating she was pleased with his comment. "How much?" She probed. "Real bad." Ken ran his tongue across his lower lip as he spoke. "Would you like to fuck me first?" "I, I don't know?" He said hesitatingly. "Katie said I could do anything I want as long as you don't cum so that means you can do anything you want as long as you play within her rules. So," she paused before continuing, "Would you like to fuck me?" "I would love you to." "That's what I wanted to hear. Say those exact words. I want to hear you ask for it." "Tracy, I, I want you to climb on me and let me fuck you." "Say it again," she hissed, now sitting on his thighs. "Tracy, please let me fuck you. Please let me put my cock deep inside you," he said with even more sincerity in his voice. "That's what I wanted to here. I love hearing a man beg. But the answer is 'no'. No cause I'm the one whose going to fuck you. You lay there and let me use you as I want. Do you understand, sub?" Ken nodded. I can't hear you." "Yes ma'am." "That's better." Tracy smiled and positioned her cunt directly over his pole. As he watched her descend he couldn't help but admire her large breasts hanging perfectly from her thin torso. Her abs were tight, her skin unblemished, and her face beautifully featured. Slowly she sank her soaking wet pussy down on him just an inch and then withdrew -- then two inches, then three, then four until she had him fully inside her. Ken groaned with pleasure as she milked him. Her devilish expression conveying pleasure, domination and tease all in one. Arching back to display her orbs more sensually, she rested her hands on his thighs and lifted off him about half way. "Fuck me," she ordered. "I changed my mind. I don't want to be the one making you cum. I'll let you condemn yourself." Ken couldn't help but smile through the wave of lust that was building inside. He slid up into her. With each penetrating stroke she milked his cock, never taking her eyes off of his. He felt as if she controlled him. Only Katie had ever made him feel this way. Now there was another and it both frightened and exhilarated him. He returned her gaze watching her desire to orgasm grow. But within a minute it was he who was moaning both in pleasure and anguish as he fought his brewing urge. Tracy moaned as well, "Don't stop sub," she whispered. Ken nodded. "You have a nice cock." He slowed his pace in an attempt to curb the inevitable. "You feel so good Tracy," he uttered . "That's what I like to hear..... a man not thirty feet away from his beautiful wife telling a woman he's never met how good she is making his cock feel. I could make you mine if I wanted to, couldn't I?" "I don't think so," he whispered as he thrust once more up into her. "Not going to happen," he said grunting once more. She pulled off of him immediately and watched the surprise in his eyes. His cock twitched and his body instinctively arched up toward her ever so slightly. Tracy grinned when he did. "Look at you. Your body betrays your words. Not only could I have you, I'm going to have you. It's not a matter of 'if' but when." He stared into her eyes, his cock just an inch or so away from her pussy. She remained motionless, hovering just out of his reach. "You can have me if you want but I'm not moving. You'll have to decide. But decide now cause if you don't I'm mounting your face." He hesitiated. "Last chance," she teased. Upward he thrust, pushing is shaft inside as if driven by some deeper force he didn't know existed. As soon as he did, she grabbed his hips and held him - arched and straining to stay inside. "You are mine. You had the chance prove yourself but you couldn't. I'm going to own you, maybe not legally but you will be owned by me as well. You will be sucking my pussy again sub-boy, maybe even while Katie watches me use you," she said in a cold steel voice. Tracy rode him hard once more, caring nothing for how he felt. Ken was at the brink of an orgasm when she happened to look down and could see the anguish in his eyes as he lay helpless before her. She wanted him and she knew she had thoroughly seduced him. Still she was a guest in Katie's house and he was a fish she intended to catch so she abided by Katie's expectations -- at least this time. Dismounting she climbed up on his face. "Lick me and make me cum like a bull," she hissed. "Lick my pussy! I love this whole submissive husband thing." Pinning his arms under her shins and grabbing the back of his neck, she pulled his face into her. She made him eat her, and feast he did. He licked with vengeance at the slippery slit that he was forced to enjoy. She continued talking while his tongue found its home between her wet folds, "too bad you aren't my sub already because you'd be spending a whole lot of time between my legs doing this with that talented tongue of yours." She moaned quietly as she became increasingly sensitive to his stimulation. Ken's face was pinned under her cunt. Unable to respond, he used his tongue as best as he could to probe her dripping pussy. Exploring her for the first time, he discovered that she responded to the aggressive licking along the inner folds of her labia. He kept at her, swallowing his own saliva as well as her juices. It wasn't long before she thrust her hips hard against him and grabbed a pillow to bury her face, muffling her cries as she came hard into his mouth. She remained mounted fully on him. He could breathe through his nose but couldn't speak. His tongue fluttered inside her as she pressed her body fully against his mouth. "I love that tongue and I am going to say this once more," she said looking directly into his eyes and pinching his nose shut, "I expect to see you at my front door in the very near future. I want to do this again when I can have more time to use you." Ken couldn't answer and he wished she had never said it. He didn't need the temptation but Tracy was indeed a temptation. She was more beautiful than any woman he'd ever seen and now she was offering her body to him to be pleased by the submissive man that he was. He tried his best to focus on her as just a pussy to be licked and not one he was now expected to please. Tracy held his nose. "If you want to breathe I need you to respond to me. What will it be?" He shook his head no'. "That's not the answer I wanted. Sure you don't want to change your mind?" She could feel his body tensing and the panic look forming in his eyes. She squeezed his nose shut harder and rested her weight entirely on his mouth. "I'm getting impatient. Last chance. What's your answer?" Realizing her resolve he motioned the nod she wanted. Letting go of his nose he inhaled deeply. "I'm going to let you speak but I want to hear you answer me and you only get once chance." She squeezed his nose once more. "Do you understand me?" He nodded 'yes'. Tracy smiled and released her control of his breathing. "Yes, I will come to you." "And it will be our secret?" "Yes." "Nobody else will know?" "No." "And you will not be disappointed. Now lick me once more." She mounted him again for an encore oral. He expertly probed her folds and penetrated her pussy. Soon the rhythmic movements of her hips quickened and she came hard and wet into his waiting mouth. Tracy rested on his face until she regained her composure then climbed off. "Kiss me," she ordered. She pressed her lips against his not waiting for him to respond. "I'm expecting you to follow through. You are going to lick me in my own bed." "I can't do that Tracy," he said reneging on his earlier promise. "Yes you can. And you will. You know you will." "I won't." "Whatever," she said. She pulled her panties on and then sucked his cock for a couple of minutes getting him hard and squirming once again before letting him go. "That's all for now baby. Thanks for the treat. Keep stroking that pretty cock for the next one that is coming to use you," she whispered mockingly. "I'll be seeing you again real soon," she added while leaving him alone to jerk off. Returning to the table she smiled that smile of satisfaction as she rejoined the girls. She didn't care that she was nearly naked. She was as horny as hell and wanted to show off her fabulous body to all. "He's good," she said. "He's real good." "Good at what?" Jen asked. "I think you're going to have to find that out for yourself." Katie had been talking to Debbie and Jen about getting everyone together and she filled Tracy in on their tentative plans. Katie wanted all four couples to meet on Saturday evening to officially introduce the men into their roles as submissives. "I think it be great to spend a nice evening together and let the men wait on us and treat us all as the dominants they want us to be." Deb loved the idea, "Maybe we can have them do what Ken did for us today. You know, wait on us and treat us like we're special." "I think that is a start. But I think we need to show them what they are really in for," Tracy said smiling. "What's that Tracy?" Jen asked. "A whole lot of what I just got a few minutes ago." "I think I need to go find out for myself just what it is you are talking about. Be right back girls," she said giggling like a little girl. By the time she walked into the other room she had already pulled her top off and was unzipping her skirt. Ken was barely stroking his cock but was instead deep in thought. He couldn't get the conversation he just had with Tracy out of his head. What she had demanded was unacceptable. He couldn't go to her regardless of how beautiful she was and how controlling she could be. But there was this pull, this tug, this ache that she had stirred inside. He hadn't felt it for years, not since he had first laid eyes on Katie. That feeling scared him but he couldn't get her out of his mind. Jenny interrupted his thought. She appeared suddenly in view, her tits were gorgeous; not quite the size of Tracy's but her body was more slender and on her they were just as impressive -- shapely, firm and ample. She knelt next to him and kissed him softly on the lips. "I think having you here to use is so hot," she cooed. "You have the most incredible wife I have ever met! Do you know that?" "I do. She is the best." "I'm going to have some fun with you. What was it that you did for Tracy?" "Not much," he said coyly, a smile forming ever so slightly on his face. Jenny noticed Ken staring at her breasts. "You like these don't you?" "You have a nice looking chest." Jenny stood over him, his left hand still stroking his cock in obedience to what Katie had ordered. She let them fall toward him where he could drink in the view of these beautiful features. "Kiss them," she spoke softly. Ken reached up and kissed first one, then the other. "I'll grant you one wish, what will it be?" She said letting her breasts brush against his face. Without hesitating he replied, "I want to suck on them." "Mmmm, I think that's a reasonable offer." She knelt on the edge of the sofa facing him and leaned forward, offering one breast to his mouth. He reached for her areola greedily, taking her nipple into his mouth and sucking on it like a child. Jenny caressed his head, watching him love to her so tenderly. She loved the feel of his mouth as he gently aroused her. For several minutes, the two remained perfectly still, except for the subtle movements of his mouth nursing on her beautiful lobe. Jenny touched his legs and then found his cock, stroking and squeezing it. She loved the feel of it and even though she thought about fucking him, she wanted to know what he and Tracy had done together. Pulling her nipple away she asked, "So you never answered my question. What did you and Tracy do in here?" "Not much," he said once more. "Tell me," she said stroking of his cock harder and faster, "Or I'm going to make you cum," she added, suddenly getting serious and not wanting to play games with him. "You can't do that." "Don't try my patience," she said self-assuredly. She stroked him harder and more firmly and planted another long kiss on his mouth. "What did you do for Tracy? I want to know now," she asked once more. "I licked her pussy," he said telling a half-truth. Her reminder of Tracy brought him back to his earlier thoughts. In fact, he was still disturbed with the memory of their conversation. Although Jenny was a real sweetheart and he had enjoyed sucking on her tits and was now benefitting from her handiwork down below he still wasn't fully in the mood to perform for Jenny regardless of how inviting the offer. "How many times did she cum?" "Just once." "Well then you're going to make me cum twice because I don't like being second to anyone." Jen spun around planting her pussy in front of his face. Spreading her legs she brought her sex down to him while she rested her head next to his cock. The sight of her beautiful cunt staring him in the face blotted out all memory of Tracy. Kissing his shaft, she enjoyed the pleasure of his trained tongue snaking between her feminine folds. Soon she started fucking his mouth, rocking her hips back and forth as he worked his magic. Jen was more vocal than Tracy and the other girls could be heard giggling in the next room in response to her sighs and moans. He pulled her clit into his mouth while poking at it with his tongue and quickly brought Jen to a loud orgasm. Crying out she rocked hard over his face, cumming in a rush of incredible sensations. She barely had time to recover from her first orgasm before he took her quickly back toward another. Her mouth found his cock and the two began a race to see who could be brought to one first. Jen's mouth felt so good. As Ken sucked on her sweet shaven pussy his hands explored her body. She was long and lithe and felt so nice. It was her petite stature that reminded him so much of Katie. The fact that she demanded control and yet remained so small relative to him was a real turn on. Fortunately for Ken, he won this round. Jen's body went crazy on his face. She literally pressed her entire weight on him and fucked him as if his face was a cock. He just opened his mouth and extended his tongue as she raked her pussy over him until her body culminated in an intense orgasm. "Aggh, Oh my god. Mmmm. Mmmm. Mmmm." She sighed and moaned again and again. Finally she quieted and fell limp on his body. "That felt so good," she said mostly to herself. Standing, she gathered her clothes and left him without thanking or acknowledging the service he had just provided. She felt wonderful. "Jenny!" Deb gasped seeing her naked body and hair in a mess. "Oh my god," was all she said. "I told you he was good," Tracy said laughing. "Good is not the word. That felt incredible." "Like I've been telling you, I get this every day, often twice a day," Katie added. "And so will I with Mark in another week," Jen moaned. "Me too," said Deb, "but I think I need to find out what it is that is so incredible." "Just wait till those lips find your pussy. My god does that feel good," Jenny said giving her a hug. "I haven't had a good oral in several months," Debbie admitted feeling embarrassed to say truthfully. "Why?" "Because Rick isn't into it so much and I'm just too busy taking care of the boys. They run me ragged most days." Katie held her hand. "I want you to lay back and get comfortable in there and you enjoy my husband for as long as you want. Just relax and let him take care of you. We are in no hurry here. Enjoy this but I want you to remember just how good it feels to be pleased by a man that you get to put between your legs. Don't ever forget it because this is what you deserve. If Rick wants to submit to your authority then this is part of the expectation. Do you understand me?" "I guess so." "Deb, listen to me. It was Rick that came home and told you about what Kenny said at the cabin. Wasn't it? And didn't you tell me that he could identify with him; that he often had those same urges to allow you to be the decision maker in your home? Weren't those the words you said not more than an hour ago?" "Yes he did." "Then this is what you have coming. But you will need to readjust your expectations for him as well as for yourself. Rick is going to be doing more around the house. He's going to develop into an even better dad by caring for the kids when he gets home from work each night, and he's going to be taking care of your pussy however you want him." "That's a lot to ask of him Katie." "Debbie, every day I get up expecting Ken to prepare the shower, have my make-up ready on the vanity, make my bed, pick up the room, make me breakfast, and do a myriad of other chores throughout the day that makes my life easier and our life richer. Every night he pleases me orally and every night he massages my back until I fall asleep." "What he does is no longer a question of whether or not he wants to. It's what the norm is now. It's what I expect. When we go out, he opens the car door for me -- every time. When we go into a restaurant or to a friend's home, he dotes on me like it's our first date -- every time. When I tell him to get on his knees he does so and will lick me for five seconds of twenty minutes depending on if I just want to tease him or thoroughly use him. He does all of this because he is mine. He's mine Debbie." She paused to let those words setting for a few seconds before continuing, "He's mine. He gave himself to me and I now own him. I love him so much but I also own him. He's in there now jerking off because he has no choice. He does what I say. He's the submissive one. I'm the one in charge and in a few seconds he's going to lick your pussy because that's what I'm going to tell him to do." The Cabin Ch. 07 Katie hugged him tight and whispered in his ear. "Get down between my legs and lick me since you claim to be so horny." "Is that an order Katie?" "Did I phrase it as a question?" "No you didn't." "Well then?" She released her grasp around his body letting her obedient husband slide down under the sheets and back between her legs once more where he again heard that familiar, quiet moan of pleasure shortly after his tongue began working its magic on her sensitive pussy. It wasn't long before he brought her back to the edge of ecstasy but rather than take her over, he softened his contact and slowed his cadence, keeping her as close to the rim as he could. Within the grip of his hands on her legs he could feel the contraction of her muscles while her back arched, and her pelvis thrust forward toward him. He gauged where she was in her orgasm cycle as he listened, felt the spasms and jerks of her body, the squeeze of her hand as it gripped his hair, and the intensity of the lust she expressed in general as she reached for the illusive jewel that he so mischievously withheld. He loved tormenting her. It was his way of topping from the bottom but he knew that he was giving her a fantastic gift, for when she finally did cum, the longer it took her to get there, the longer the pleasure would last and the more powerful the climax would be. "Make me cum Ken, I can't take this any longer," she pleaded. "I'm trying," he replied, lying to her. He continued to tease her clit, tongue her sensitive vaginal entrance, and now added further stimulation as he inserted his index finger fully into her ass. She jerked at the intrusion but soon he could feel her sphincter muscles contracting as she tried to milk his probing finger. He flexed it forward, knowing that it would press on the outer wall of her vagina in the hope it would add to her pleasure in yet one more way. Finally after fifteen or twenty minutes he decided to let her climax. Quickening the pace and increasing his facial pressure against her sensitive tissues he soon had her gasping for air. "Ah! Aah. Mmmm. Mmmm." She gasped and cooed. "Don't-t stop. Ohh, Ah! Oh my god." She cried out as he brought her right to the brink. Finally crying out so loud that he thought the neighbors might hear her, she came forcefully. First one, then another, and then another wave washed violently over her body from within. She shook, her head tossing to and fro not really knowing how to react to the intensity of the climax she was experiencing, her mind remained lost in the moment. Ken kept stimulating her clit and in so doing, kept the orgasm at a peak for many seconds until she finally twisted her hips to one side breaking free of his grip. She lay shaking, her hands squeezing her full breasts still consumed in the intense grasp of her own pleasure. Ken nuzzled up behind her, kissing her back and embracing her warm body until she calmed. Finally Katie turned toward him, her breasts falling in front of his face. Lifting the upper one slightly he latched on to her nipple and gently suckled his wife. She pulled him in tight, one arm cradling his head, the other draped over his torso. She basted in the pleasant stimulation of his mouth as he stimulated her. At last her body fully relaxed. Mentally she drifted peacefully away while continuing to feel the soft at her bosom. Several minutes later he noticed her breathing deepen. She had drifted off to sleep. He detached and moved to roll away but as he did, she seemed to awaken so he remained where he was, attached, being nourished by the dominant woman that loved him so. Soon he too fell fast asleep, tired from the events of his day that began at six that morning. He woke as the sun streamed into the room. It was late. Neither of them had moved all night. She was still holding him and he was still snuggled in tight to her voluptuous breasts where he had apparently remained for the past eight hours. He quietly turned away and rested for another hour until she too woke, refreshed and rested. "I slept so well," she said with the sleepy voice of one who had just been sound asleep. "Me too. You know I spent the entire night right there," pointing to her chest. "You had your arm holding my head all night. I can't believe I didn't even move." "Mmmm. You felt good. I woke once and realized you were there. It was nice having you sucking me like that. It give me this feeling like you are really mine and it sure beats sleeping alone." "Yes it does. You ready to get up?" "I am." "Let me get your shower ready and start my chores." "Sounds good to me." Ken began the day as he always did turning on the water, getting a fresh towel and washcloth. Putting toothpaste on her brush and then heading off to feed the cat and check her email. By the time she had finished showering he had already made the bed and tidied the room making it look fresh and inviting. "Thanks Ken. The room looks great. I missed your help while you were gone." "Can I do that for you?" He asked referring to drying and brushing her shoulder-length blonde hair. "I missed taking care of you as well." She passed the hairdryer and brush off to him and brushed her teeth while he tended her. When she was satisfied with her hair, she left to dress and ready herself for the day while he took his turn in the shower. He was still shaving his cock when she walked back in. She smiled when she saw that he was removing the stubble of hair that had grown since yesterday when he last shaved. "Get it nice and smooth," she said teasingly. "You know it. What Katie wants, Katie gets." "Yes. She does," she said leaving him to finish. ----------------------------------- Later that day they went out for lunch where they talked more about Katie's desire to mentor another Domme/sub couple or two. "You know, I don't want to go overboard with this but I do want to give it a try. I don't want you to think that I'm going to turn this entire town into a bunch of Dommes and subs because I know not all couples are cut out for this kind of lifestyle." "I know. My concern is that we don't bite off more than we can chew and it gets to be too much." "I don't think it will. Really all we need to do is point people in the right direction and let them learn as we did. I just want us to be a resource for them as well so they have some idea where it is they should be heading." "I agree. I think the hardest part is finding the right couples. Don't you?" "Yes I do. But I want you to write an invitation. Somehow I want you to convey that you want to meet with the guys and share your story. I think that will be the best way to start. I don't know how to do that or where you should get guys together but that's where I want you to start. Come up with a plan and let's just see if we can find guys that have an interest and go from there. If we can find three or four we can narrow the field as I can't imagine all of their wives will be receptive to this idea." "What ages should we target?" "I don't think it matters. Do you?" Katie asked. "No, but I was wondering if we would do the most good if we target either younger couples that don't have kids or couples our age in which the kids are grown." "Why do you suggest that, Ken?" "Because I think it's hard enough to adapt to this without the added stresses of kids to deal with." "Yes but what a great role model mom and dad could be if they have kids that can watch their parents interact as a dominant and submissive couple. What a powerful impact they could have on their children as they leave home and seek relationships of their own." Katie thought for a moment. "I want you to work on the invitation today. I'll decide who we give it to when it's ready." "Yes boss," he said smiling. "You want me to start on it this afternoon?" "I do. When we get home, and then I want you to clean the house for me." By late that afternoon, Ken called Katie into the den where he had been working on the laptop. "I think I have an idea. How about we invite guys to come to Jeremy and Stacy's cabin and watch this week's March Madness ball games. I can buy the food and we can hang out and watch the games. I thought that maybe by Saturday dinner I could tell them my story." "OK. I'm listening. How do you plan on getting use of their cabin?" "I already called and spoke to Jeremy. They aren't planning on using it so it's open if we want to use it. In fact when I told him about my guys getaway idea he offered it to me free of charge. I told him I'd leave him some cash to cover our use but he told me not to worry about it. I think I'll leave him some money anyway but it's free if you want me to use it. I thought if we went there it would also make for an easy segue to tell the story of our weekend at the cabin from a few years back." "I like it. Just don't be too explicit when you talk about me. I'll be seeing some of these guys hopefully and I don't want them to picture me in ways that I only want you knowing me." "Not a problem. You are my Domme and I won't disrespect you by saying something overly suggestive to guys I hardly know." "Overly suggestive?" "Well, you know, I've got to tell them something about the weekend." "Yea, tell them about how you submitted to me and how I dominated you." "Yea, I hear you," he replied laughing "OK. Let's do it. I love your idea.It' perfect in fact," she said smiling. "But let me read the invite when you get it done." "I have it done now, you want to see it?" "I do." Ken pulled up the file he had been working on and passed the laptop to Katie. She read the invite and commented on the cover that showed the NCAA brackets along with the basketball picture on the inside flap. Who: Guys only. No women Where? Mountain Cabin –five bedroom log home overlooking a beautiful valley. When? This weekend – Arrive Friday, Depart Saturday evening or Sunday morning after the weekend games. Perks: Food: Grilled steak, Hot wings, Beer. Hot-tub Giant deck overlooking nothing but trees Great stereo Lots of room Purpose: March Madness, 60" plasma. Why? Just because I thought it be a nice thing to do. If interested send me an email by Thursday evening, directions will follow. Hope to see you. "I like this, nice job," she said squeezing his arm tight with appreciation. "Make about 25 copies and we'll go to the mall tonight. We have nothing to lose and besides, it will be fun to see if we get any takers for an opportunity of a lifetime." "This is going to be fun Katie. I was a bit hesitant at first but to be honest I'd like to spend a weekend watching the games with guys and eating great food. I just wonder if any of them will want to do this. People can be so hesitant." "Well you're going to be doing more than just watching ballgames. You're going to 'come-out' if you know what I mean when you share your story." "I know but I don't mind doing that. I'm not ashamed of being your submissive. In fact I'm proud to be. And if they consider the positives they'd want to do this as well." "What positives?" "Having a wife tease and torment you sexually, being able to lick your pussy every day of the week, having sex often, touching and caressing your beautiful naked body every night as I massage you. There are lots of positives about this." "Yes there is and don't you forget about a single one of them, ever," she said while giving his balls a firm squeeze. "I just hope the couples we find are willing to take a risk. I think most won't because they won't trust us or maybe because they think we are going to try to sell them something. "Ken paused reflectively, and then added, "and we are but it's not something that requires a monetary investment." "I know what you mean but we are going through with this, and besides they can always hang around and talk to us while we're there. What I want are open-minded couples that are willing to take a chance." Katie paused and then added, "And if they are afraid to take this risk, they will probably never take the risk of submitting to their wife in the way that you have." "You're probably right." With that Katie left Ken to put the final touches on the invite. Around six or so, they headed to the local mall where they took a seat on a bench where three hallways met in the form of a 'T'. "Let's plant ourselves right here," she stated, motioning to the bench that faced two jewelry stores that were across from one another, both strategically placed on the two corners of the mall. "I thought you were going to have us hang out at Victoria Secret's down there but this is a great spot." "I think this is best. If we see a couple in either of these places, we pretty much know that their relationships are probably better than most, especially since they are shopping together." "Probably so," Ken affirmed. For the next three hours Katie motioned to one couple after another for him to approach with the invitation in hand. During the first twenty minutes or so he only gave away three or four while several others declined his offer. After a bit Katie could tell that he became more comfortable approaching perspective couples and took more time talking to and explaining the intent of the invitation to the guys he approached. Some seemed quite interested while a few really had no interest in basketball and politely declined. The majority of the couples ranged in age from twenty-five to forty. Just before 9 pm, he approached the last couple. They were obviously married as the wife was pushing a stroller with an infant sound asleep in the seat. Ken spoke with them for several minutes and like most of the others, they were both interested and curious and agreed to at least think about it should their schedules allow them to do so. Ken and Katie were about to leave when a women that worked at one of the jewelry stores walked from behind the counter and asked what it was they were offering. "My wife wanted me to do something nice for other couples – really the guys – and see if anyone wanted to come to a nearby cabin for the weekend to hang out and watch the college Basketball games." "That is such a great idea. Why are you doing this?" "Just to do something with other guys and to do something that's different," Ken replied. "I'm not normally this bold but do you have any more invitations? I'd love to give one to my husband. He just loves Carolina and they are playing in the late game on Saturday – assuming they win on Thursday." Katie took out her pen as she talked. "Hi, I'm Katie," she said extending her hand. "This is my husband, Ken. We gave out our last invite but if you are interested I can have Ken send you an email with the invitation we passed out attached. We'd love to have him come if he is able." She handed the pen and paper to the cute blonde so she could scribble her email address on it. "What's your name by the way?" Katie added. "I'm sorry. Pardon my manners. Hi, I'm Jen. Mark is my husband. I can't imagine he'd turn this down if he is free." "I hope he can come," Ken added, shaking her hand politely. The three of them chatted for a few more minutes before parting. As the two walked through the mall and out to their car it was evident how joyful Katie was feeling. She couldn't contain it. She hung on to the arm of her sub-husband with both hands much like a teenage girl would. She could hardly believe that the plan she had been thinking for almost a year was now formally set in motion. "I think you're feeling pretty good right now aren't you?" He said looking down into the deep blue eyes of his wife. She beamed with pride, an emotion he loved so much to see in her. "I am, and I am so proud of you. What you did made me so horny. I loved watching you approach every one of those couples and make this thing happen." "Let's not assume too much. We haven't gotten any responses yet." "No we haven't but there were some pretty nice looking couples you spoke with." "Yes there was. What are we going to do if we get too many?" "I've been thinking about that and I think I'll have you write them a bit of an introduction when the guys start responding so they aren't going into this totally blind." "OK, I'll do that whenever you want." They left the building and headed out to their car parked about halfway down the isle of the now vacant parking lot. "What I want is for you to take out your cock and get it hard for me." "Now?" "Now." Katie stopped dead in her tracks just feet from the access road that surrounded the mall complex and watched as Ken obeyed her without any further hesitation or resistance. "Now stroke it as we walk and get it hard." It wasn't the easiest of things to do as they traversed the 100 or so feet toward the car but he did the best he could. Once there she guided him to the front and pushed him back onto the car hood. "I've always wanted to do this and I'm getting too old to have regrets. Lay back and enjoy the blow job." "Wow! Just think if I had handed out 50 of those invitations, we might be having sex right now instead of just a blow job." Ken laughed as he commented on her whimsically-aggressive behavior. "Just lay back and shut up," she said playfully. Doing as he was told, he rested on the cold hood of car that now had a light coating of dew from the rapidly cooling March evening. He could feel the warmth of her mouth as she swallowed his cock. He could feel the chill of the night air as the breeze cooled the saliva she had coated it with, but mostly he just felt the pleasure of her attention and ministrations to his now rock-hard shaft. It had been almost two weeks since she had last permitted him to ejaculate. His penis was incredibly sensitive and his mind was hopeful that maybe now would be the time she allowed him release. What he loved so much about her denying him however, was not that she wouldn't let him cum, but that she teased him, much like she had done last night when she had sucked him. Her constant teasing kept him aroused and kept him horny all day long. He sometimes felt as if he was halfway to an orgasm all day and that those feelings were intensified by the periodic teasing she provided as she squeezed his cock, rubbed her body against his suggestively, French-kissed him aggressively or just toyed with his mind randomly throughout the day. "Katie you feel good." "So do you," she murmured. "I hope the cops don't show,"" he said still teasing her. "I hope they do. I want to give them a show." She smiled with a mouthful of cock filling her mouth. She was not one who lacked whit as well as charm even while being sensuously engaged with her sub. Ken could feel his arousal growing in waves. The feel of her hand stroking the base of his shaft as well as fondling his balls were almost too much when added to the wonderful sensations of her lips, tongue and mouth. He no longer humored her but now groaned in pleasure. She was now in complete control and his body responded to every touch and movement of her mouth and hands on his cock. "Look who is all mine now," she finally spoke coyly, licking his member like a Popsicle. "Look who is putty in my hands. Look who I can make moan with just my little ole tongue," she teased. All he could do was groan in acknowledgement. "Put your hands under your butt and keep them there. Let's see how much control you have, Kenny!" she laughed. He did as he was told. Katie waited for him to calm down just a bit and began to lick his cock from stem to stern. They were now the only car in the lot. Fortunately it was near a store exit that was not heavily used and so far no one had driven by. That however didn't last long. Ken could see the headlights of a car traveling down the access road. It slowed and he knew that whoever it was inside was getting a good look at Katie sucking his pole. As they passed he heard two quick toots from their horn. Katie seemed to care less and as soon as they passed she had him back up closer than before to the orgasm he sought so badly. The Cabin Ch. 07 She stopped what she was doing and reached up to make sure he hadn't moved. "Don't move those hands," she taunted. "Katie this feels too good." "Are you getting close?" She asked. Her tongue now playing with the slit of his cock that slowly oozed pre-cum. "I am." "How close?" "Pretty close." "Well, you know what I expect you to say if you get to 'that' point?" "I know." "And you will right?" "I will," he said. She didn't wait for him to answer nor look at him further but went back to work tormenting him once more. Swallowing him repeatedly another ten or fifteen times had him back where she wanted him – groaning and now tensing in anguish as he tried desperately to restrain from ejaculating. She moved off him and swallowed his balls and then pulled them away from his shaft with her teeth. He relaxed a bit. His body quieted. She pulled once more and then took the bulbous head of his cock into her mouth and ran her tongue randomly around it. "Katie, I'm getting close he groaned once more. "I know," she said, pausing just momentarily to answer. Suddenly he cried out panicking, "Katie, please stop. Please stop Katie. I'm going to cum if you don't. Please stop." "OK. Whatever you say." She popped off him the moment just a moment after he begged her to stop, leaving him twitching and aching for release. His cock pumped unsuccessfully as it instinctively tried to release the cum that so desperately sought release. Watching him with a smile of satisfaction on her face she found her purse and brushed her hair acting oblivious to Ken lying on the hood before naked and erect. "OK, let's go. It's getting late," she said not waiting for him to stand. He stood shaking his head in disbelief, but knew exactly what she was doing to him. She had done this a thousand times before and no matter how often she did, he always felt the same – incredibly horny, and frustratingly wonderful inside. He hated and yet loved what she did when she teased and denied him like this. He wanted to cum so bad but she had also made him feel so incredibly good for the past several minutes. He loved her. Unzipping his jeans she grabbed his hand to stop him, "Leave it out. I like the look." Obeying her wishes, he helped her in the car he closed the door behind her while his cock remained exposed. As he entered his side she leaned over onto his seat, "take your pants off and then get in, babe." He sat next to her naked from the waist down and drove home. The entire time she stroked and sucked his cock arousing the feelings of lust and want once more. After they had parked the car in the garage she finally stopped and gave him a bit of reprieve. "I love you Katie." Katie laughed. "I love you too. I have so much fun with you. You're like my favorite toy that I never get tired of playing with." "I'm glad I can oblige you. You do a number on my mind though." I know but you love it and I love that look you get in your eye when you get right to the edge." "You mean the look you had last night before you had the tsunami orgasm," he said sarcastically. "Yea, that look," she said knowing what he was referring to, "but the difference between me and you is that I get to cum – every time – every day - smarty pants. Maybe I'll have to give you that look for the next two hours when I tie you down to the bed and have my way with you," She taunted once more. "Let's do it." "No, let's not. You have an email to write and then you have a pussy to lick and a body to massage." "I'm going to go take a bath. I want you to write in the bedroom while I bathe." "What do you want me to say?" Well, if we get an email, I want you to tell them more specifics about the weekend and let them know the significance of our cabin. "Our cabin?" Ken asked. You know what I mean, the cabin that changed you our lives for the better." "I know what cabin you mean," he said laughing. "I think I can do that for you." "Good. Now go fix my bath sweetheart," she said giving him a hug. "I'd love to. Let me get the laptop and I'll fix you a warm bubble bath." By the time Katie had finished soaking in the tub, Ken had was ready to read his draft and get her feedback. First he helped her out of the tub and handed her panties and a robe. "OK let's hear what you wrote. Brrr, I'm cold." She snuggled under the covers and cuddled up next to his naked body. He had undressed before he had started typing as he knew she'd want him this way when she came back and he was right. "Your body feels good." She slid the laptop down his thigh and pulled his cock upright and began squeezing it. "OK, read to me. Let's see what you came up with." "OK, but before I do I wanted you to know that I sent that email out to that woman we spoke to – you know the one that worked at the jewelry store." "You mean Jen?" "Yes" "Good. Maybe we will get a response. Now let me hear what you wrote." Thanks for getting back to me. I'm glad you took Katie and me up on our offer to spend a couple of days in the country just hanging out with other men and enjoying the beautiful country setting. The cabin belongs to friends of ours, Jeremy and Stacy. It is a gorgeous place and I'm sure you will love it. It's a virtual man-cave complete with a huge beautiful flat screen TV with surround sound, a great stereo, fully furnished, leather furniture. I think you'll love it and if at all possible I'll make sure you have a room to yourself. Part of the reason for choosing Stacy and Jeremy's cabin is because there is a cabin in the south that Katie and I took a weekend vacation that changed our lives. We have returned to that cabin once more and now cabins in general hold a special place in our heart. Maybe I'll tell you that story as I think you'll find it interesting. Enough reflecting. Here are the details you need to know... Directions, what to bring, etc "That's the gist of what I want to send. I'll work out the smaller details and have it ready to send out by morning. I thought I'd have them attach a pic – maybe ask them to send a couple's pic so we can keep these people straight and start remembering names and faces." "Good idea. And have them get back to you by Thursday so you have a day to get what you need to take to the cabin." Katie paused and ran her hand across his cheek. "Thanks for doing this for me. " "I am having fun. This is great and I'm getting into your mission too." "Really?" "Sure. I told you I'd embrace your decisions and this one is no exception. What you want is what I want. That's one of the things that make our marriage work so well, and besides, I trust you Katie. You are, and always have been a wise woman and I'm sure there is wisdom in this decision as well." "I think there is," she said warmly. "I'm sure there is, and you know, you aren't making anyone do anything. All you are doing is letting them know that there are other relational options available that they may have never considered. It will be up to them to decide as a couple if they want to choose the path we took." "That's how I feel too," she said kissing him on the neck. "Check the email for me and see if we got any responses. When you're done I want you to lick me." Katie's words were just that – expectations of obedience. She knew he'd do what she asked. He always did. She knew that she would never abuse the gift of his submission either. She loved his attention and devotion and his submission had made her feel more loved than ever. She loved him dearly – more than she ever felt she could love a man. They had what seemed like a nearly perfect marriage. Their love was genuine and deep. They had many common interests; their communication was all she'd ever dreamed it could be, and on top of all of the love and affection they shared, he had given her the freedom and power to lead their marriage as she saw fit. She was a natural dominant although much more of a loving dominant than the stereotypical type most envision when they hear that word. Her rule was gentle, loving, considerate, yet firm and uncompromising. She lead him in a way that he responded to well and as she learned to lead during the past months his commitment deepened as did his submission to her will – and she loved it. Ken found no new mail in the inbox so he settled in between her legs and granted her wish, taking her to several orgasms over a period of about 45 minutes. During the entire time, he tended to her gently, lovingly, caringly, sensuously. His time spent pleasuring her was a time of tender intimacy. Finally she could take him no more. She was so sensitive and so wanting with desire for his cock, she commanded him to 'come here'. Moistening his shaft with olive oil she guided him to her wet pussy. Slowly and effortlessly he penetrated her, sinking all seven inches into her until their pubic bones met. "Make love to me slowly," she spoke quietly. Holding her tightly he did as she asked. Their bodies were tightly intermeshed. His face buried to one side of hers, he could smell the aroma of her perfume. Every breath he took reminded him of her. She held him tight as he moved his hips pleasuring her. Nibbling on his ear and sighing with pleasure, the sound of her breath and kisses heightened his arousal. She was one sexy woman. Her slender body felt so small under his, yet she exuded power and control. He loved the way she felt. She was so fit and trim, so busty, so beautiful, so intoxicatingly sensuous. She was everything he ever wanted in a woman and more. As her breathing deepened and she became more aroused, he quickened his pace. Soon she was breathing in gasps and raking her nails down across his back. He knew she was close. "Fuck me hard," she commanded. He drilled her mercilessly, his body now glistening with sweat as he worked to please her. He could feel his own body responding as well. He wanted to bring her to an orgasm without having to beg to stop. He wanted so bad to please her. Pounding away, he hoped he could last just a bit longer. Finally she cried out in joy as her climax hit like a storm, drenching her with feelings of ecstasy and love. Ken slowed his pace as she settled and recovered his own sexual composure as well – at least somewhat. "Roll over; I want you under me now." Katie said. She kissed him passionately as she guided him off to one side and proceeded to mount his cock which was standing tall and strong like a flag-pole pointing to the heavens. Sinking her pussy over him and bent forward, her hands pressed against his shoulders, her disheveled hair falling forward almost into his face, her heart-shaped face looked beautiful from his view below. Her breasts fell gracefully forward, her slender hips slowly rising and falling on his hardened cock, her sexy legs straddling his body; she was a picture of perfection. He loved this position most of all. He could give himself fully to her, letting her enjoy his cock and at the same time watch her body move as she used him. "I want you to come when I do. Do you think you can do that?" "Yes Katie." "I'll let you know when I'm getting close." "Thank you for letting me," he said watching her bite on her lower lip as she felt the pleasurable sensations of his member stimulating her cunt. "You're welcome. You earned this orgasm after all you did for me tonight." Ken just smiled as he let his body relax, knowing he didn't need to please her without cumming this time. Katie continued, "Tell me what else I'm going to let you do?" "You're going to let me eat my cum." "Would you like that?" "I would." "Ask me?" "Katie, would you let me lick you after I cum?" "Why would I want to do that," she said leading him on suggestively. "So that I can eat the cum I leave inside you." "Is that something you want to do a little or a lot Kenny?" "It's something I want to do every time I make love to you and cum." "Every time?" "Every time." "Then yes, you can lick me." "Thank you, Katie." "Shhh," she hushed. "Just watch me while I enjoy your body." "OK." "Touch me while I fuck you. I want to feel your hands all over me." Ken slid his hands up her thighs and over her body, eventually finding his way to her breasts. She straightened up and leaned back, placing her hands on his legs and arching her back while sliding her pussy on his pole. She was a picture of beauty and she knew it. She closed her eyes and concentrated on bringing herself quickly to an orgasm. She could feel his hands ravaging her and it only added to the erotic feelings his cock provided. "Mmmmm. You feel so good," she groaned. Arching her hips forward and her breasts upward she fucked him. Ken felt incredible. His body began to shake. He moved in rhythm to her entering her ever time she descended. They were as one, both lost in the feelings that the other created. Breaths gasping, hands groping, bodies sweating, her eyes closed, his riveted on her, taking her beauty all in. "I'm getting close," she gasped. "I'm getting so close!" He could feel her readiness and he could feel his as well. At any moment he'd explode. "Ohh, O-Ohh," she cried out as her orgasm hit. He too burst, his cock erupted his load into her again and again. She shook and climaxed yet again feeling his warm juices fill her. She squeezed his cock, holding it and his seaman securely within. Settling on him her body relaxed, opening her eyes and watching his body arch and twitch she milked him dry with her pelvic muscles. Satisfied that she had extracted all of his cum, she slid off and moved over his face, pinning his arms under her legs and lowering her pussy just over his mouth. "I love you Katie," he spoke as he looked up at her above and beyond her full breasts. She smiled. "Don't swallow it." Within seconds a stream of thick white milk started to trickle out her swollen pussy into his waiting mouth. She remained out of tongue reach, wanting to watch him take what he had deposited. A slow and steady stream started flowing, covering his tongue. Squeezing her pussy, she forced what remaining cum she could out before lowering herself onto his face where he licked her clean. Reaching down she circled the base of his cock with her thumb and index finger. Lifting upward, she gathered what remained and licked her fingers clean. "Let me see what you have." Ken opened his mouth for her. She could see the cum that was mixed with his own saliva and her juices. She fell on to his body and kissed him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, she coated it with his juices. She loved making out like this, sharing his load after he had cleaned her. She rolled off him, lying side by side where they kissed. Finally she broke away and swallowed. Ken followed suit and they kissed passionately once again. "I love you. I love you so much," she whispered. "Thank you, Katie. I love you." They kissed, and eventually drifted off to sleep. Their plan was now in motion. Tomorrow would be another day. Hopefully they would change the lives of at least one if not more than one couple. That was Katie's desire. That was her dream as she rested peacefully in the arms of the man that loved her completely. On Tuesday evening after dinner when Ken checked their inbox, there was a flood of emails that had arrived. Most included a nice paragraph conveying their appreciation for the offer. Ken sent off his 'prepared' reply that included the information he had read to Katie last night. He had requested a final confirmation email by Thursday at dinner as well as a picture of each couple so they could start associating names with faces. By Thursday six men had confirmed their interest. Ken put together a menu and took a half day off of work on Friday to prepare for the weekend event. By Friday at 4 he had kissed Katie goodbye and headed the 40 minutes into the hills to organize the food and prepare for the arrival of the guys in time for the 7pm game tip-off. The guys all arrived by game time. Soon the cabin was full of laughter as conversation turned to the upcoming games, the cabin and the free-time they were getting by being away from their home responsibilities. The majority of the men were younger and Ken would agree that most all were good looking. Dave was the oldest at age 50. He was a bit overweight and had reseeding dark hair. He was outspoken but seemed like a nice guy. Mark, Jason and Rick were the youngest. They were all in their late twenties or early thirties. All were dads of young children and all were glad to have a day or two away from daddy responsibilities. Tim and Garrett were in their mid to late 30's. Tim was a handsome guy, very well built and had an easy-going personality. Garrett was the shortest of the crew, standing about 5'8". He had a stocky build and appeared to have the physique of a guy that had some type of labor job as his hands were meaty and calloused. He too had a more layback personality and seemed to hit it off with Rick. The guys watched two games while drinking beer and enjoying a few hundred wings that Ken had made just before they had arrived. By the time the guys started heading to bed, beer cans, plates of wing bones, celery sticks and other snacks were scattered on the coffee tables, counter tops and in the kitchen. Ken cleaned up most of the mess but Mark offered to help. Mark, he soon learned was the husband of Jen, the woman who worked at the Jewelry store. Ken shared how she had asked for an invitation and that she seemed like a great woman. The two talked as they cleared the rooms and filled the trash cans. What would have been a job that would have taken an hour was quickly finished with the two of them talking and working together. By 1am Ken and Mark were asleep. They all crashed until the smell of food woke them late on Saturday morning. They took turns eating as Ken had the griddle filled with fried eggs cooking and had frying pans sizzling with bacon, sausage along with heaps of butter-drenched, fried potatoes. Somehow he seemed to manage it all without burning the food and the guys kept consuming all that he cooked. After a late brunch during the early afternoon hours when most of the guys were out on the deck drinking bear and socializing Mark brought up the topic of the cabin and what it was that Ken was referring to in his email he had sent earlier in the week. Ken started from the very beginning, explaining how he and Katie met, fell in love and married. He mentioned that this was both their second marriage and he talked about what it was that he saw in her that attracted him so strongly. He mentioned how much in love they were, but how Katie had mentioned the idea of getting away to the Cabin where they had first met to try something new, specifically that the two of them would take turns directing the day in every way. As Ken talked about his past the men slowly gathered and listened. Some asked questions about how they met, what Katie was like, what she looked like, and some jested when he mentioned the power exchange that they would each hold during their weekend away. Ken laughed as well, and mentioned how blown away he was with Katie's dominance that Friday afternoon and evening. Although he didn't go into specifics he did convey enough information that he was certain made more than one of the guys become aroused as they listened and pictured his sexy bride dressed in a red corset and high heels. Continuing with his story he noted, "I don't think I had ever felt such feelings of satisfaction by the time that night was over. I was thinking I wished this day would never end, but it did. It was incredible." "But you knew that on Saturday it would be your turn to return the favor. I bet you were excited," inquired Tim. "I was and I wasn't. I was really in a state of flux – knowing I had to be the dominant one on Saturday but inwardly wishing that she would have served that role for a second straight day. Tim, it was so odd. I never thought those thoughts would have entered my mind prior to the weekend but they did." The Cabin Ch. 08 The context of this writing takes place immediately after Chapter 7 (part 2). She had recently met with three women considering becoming dominants within the framework of a wife-led marriage. All are beautiful, young and vivacious but one stands alone, above all others. This chapter details one day in her life and that of Katie's submissive husband. I encourage you to take the time to read the full story of Katie and Ken which begins obviously with chapter one or at a minimum begin reading at Chapter seven where these six new characters are introduced to gain a better context for this part of Katie and Ken's continuing adventure. Chapter 8 - The Betrayal The day prior to the party, Katie was busy. She met once more over lunch with Tracy, Deb and Jen to discuss further her views on Femdom relationships and to plan the couples-party to celebrate the beginning of their new rules as head of households. The brunch lasted almost three hours and everyone had an enjoyable time becoming better acquainted. Of course the young beauties had lots of questions, comments and thoughts when the events of yesterday's sexual escapades came up in conversation. They laughed and giggled recounting some of the more salacious parts of their afternoon and throughout, remained open and honest with respect to what they did, how they felt and their opinions of both Ken and her submissive that she gave them to play with. Katie particularly enjoyed her heart-to-heart talk afterward with Tracy. They formed a special kinship almost immediately and their private conversation only deepened one another's mutual respect. Tracy asked direct and probing questions. Directness is who she was apparently, in addition to several other qualities Katie admired; one of which was her desire for control. Apparently when she saw something she wanted, whether it be a sandwich in a store, outfit at the mall or person she wanted to possess she took it. In some ways she wrote her own rules, in others she was like everyone else – that is except for her beauty. In that area she stood out and stood alone. Standing a slender 5-8" and weighing no more than somewhere in the 120ish range she drew the stares from everyone. Born of Eastern European heritage, her high cheekbones, beautiful brown eyes and blonde hair came together perfectly. Her lips were full, her nose perfect, her voice sexy and her body – well her body was something to behold – slender, strong, proportioned, and endowed with large breasts, slender hips and long legs she could have won many a beauty contest. Yet he appeared shy, almost timid initially. There was a part of her that hid an insecurity despite all of her physical assets. She covered that quiet personality almost always though, revealing her counter-self mostly – a confident, 'get out of my face' attitude that she learned worked wonders when it came to getting what she wanted. Katie was taken by her, not just because of her striking beauty but because of her inner-self. Tracy reminded her of herself. Although Katie was old enough to be her mother there were similarities, both in the beauty department as well as the attitude one and it was that which Katie both admired but also found as her own Achilles heel. Having not met an equal like Tracy, she was taken off her guard. She wasn't sure she should have granted her the liberties she did but for whatever reason she offered her something she had never before given to another woman - ever. Sitting now, she hoped she had made the right decision. But what was done was done and that was earlier in the day. Since then she had made several calls and spent plenty of time deep in thought while her husband was at work. She sat with a mug of coffee in hand and a yellow legal pad on her lap making plans for the upcoming gathering that was only a little more than 24-hours away. Ordering items on line, scribbling down thoughts and ideas regarding gifts, food, agenda, furniture and random miscellaneous items she sat for hours thinking over how she wanted the evening to go. Before Ken had finished his day she texted him, telling him to pick up dinner at the local Chinese restaurant. She had already placed the order and told him it would be ready in 15 minutes, just enough time for him to retrieve it hot out of the wok if he left for home immediately. Of course, he had no option, and the fact that she had texted him 'pick up dinner at China Palace. It will be ready in 15' meant he was to be there promptly in 15 minutes and home within 25. Over dinner they talked. Actually Katie talked and he listened. She needed to verbalize her thoughts and get his feedback on certain things but mostly she needed to talk out her plans and he served as an adequate sounding board who always listened attentively. "Ouch!," he said jumping as a hot noodle landed on his naked thigh. "Eating naked has become a whole new experience," she said laughing. "It sure is. You'd think by now I would have mastered chop-sticks knowing each blunder might cost me another burn mark on my thigh or chest." Katie giggled, "I like you coming home and being naked. I get to look at that nice cock of yours. I'm glad I put that rule into effect," she said pleased to see his penis respond in agreement. "Recite my rule for me me, sub." "Whenever Mistress is home alone a submissive will always remain naked." "And you are," she said pleased. "And I always will be." "And your cock seconds that!" She said pointing a chop-stick at his rock-hard member. "Hmm mmm," he said, not impressed with her humor. "I like looking at it when it's limp and when it's hard but I love knowing I can make it hard whenever I want most of all." "Oh, do you?" "Yep, and I can make you hard without even touching you anymore." "Maybe if you'd let me cum I wouldn't be quite so responsive." "Nor would you be as good a lover and I'm not going to give up that perk," she said flatly. He said nothing but thought of the mounting days that had passed since his last permitted release. He was approaching three months. He thought back to the last time he ejaculated; well if you could call it that. It was more of a controlled release than anything. Katie didn't want him to spurt when he came so she decided to let him cum by causing him to give her his cum in rather a slow and steady oozing of fluid. She had chosen to milk his prostate for the first time. It took awhile before she got the hang of it but slowly shedrained him of his semen over the course of an hour of play and massage. Fortunately for her and unfortunately for him, she did so without him ever getting the dopamine plunge and adrenaline rush connected to the typical orgasm. Katie intentionally took to trying this method in order to preserve the dopamine high that comes with prolonged denial. By relieving him in this way she was able to milk him without the associated drop of affection and emotional connection hormones so often tied to the post orgasm man when dopamine levels plummet. "Maybe I'll milk you again soon," she said slurping a noodle that almost escaped her mouth. "Whatever you want, Mistress." Sensing sarcasm in his comment she snapped. "Do you want me to jack you off so you can cum hard?" Her eyes narrowed after his 'whatever' response, "Because if you do, then I will." "No Mistress, I want my body receptive to you always." "Are you certain?" She stated. "Yes Mistress." "OK, then let me try this one more time. Maybe I'll milk you again soon," she repeated. "And I will thank you when you do Ma'am." "That's much better." Her voice softened once more and she smiled pleased with his response. "OK, now where were we?" "You were telling me about the menu." "Ah, yes. Make sure you get enough of everything on my list and," she said after a pause, "feel free to use the card and surprise me." Ken smiled. "I like making you smile. Thanks for letting me spend some money." " I spoke with the ladies and they will be dropping off their husbands early enough for them to help you get ready." "Oh, I didn't know you had talked to them. So all of the guys have agreed to submit formally?" Katie beamed. "Indeed they have and we will consummate their submission tomorrow in a ceremony of sorts." "What is your plan?" "That is not for you to worry. I have it all arranged sweetheart." "Yes, Ma'am. I didn't mean to probe." "You did but I want this to be a surprise for all involved. I told the girls that I'd get something to formally acknowledge their submission." "I think that's a nice gesture." "Kenny my sub, this party isn't going to come cheap. I plan to lavish these ladies all day tomorrow with treats and gifts" "Ok, I wasn't implying you had to stay on some kind of budget." "I thought you were," she replied. Kenny smiled. "Mistress, how quickly you forget, I haven't seen your financial records or even my own pay stub in over two years. I have no idea how well or bad we are doing financially." "That's called trust Baby. And I like keeping you that way." "Dependent?" "That word will do." "Are there others that apply here too?" He said grinning. "Needy. Wanting. Yearning. Desiring. Craving. Lusting." He broke into a laugh. "Do you want me to go on, My sub?" A devious smile played on her face. She knew what her words were doing. He had taken completely to this lifestyle of dominance and submission and Katie now had a myriad of ways to remind him that he was, and forever would, remain a man who lived to please the feminine gender. It was who he was now. Having not known him prior to a few years ago, she had no idea what he was really like as a younger adult but since he asked if he could submit, she realized how much of a need – not a want – he had to please women. She thought back to the luncheon at their home in which he let the girls enjoy him. In part she used that time to reward him for all the work he did in preparation for that initial meeting with the ladies. That night he must have thanked her ten times for letting him be a part of that time together. It was a new page in their relationship but she felt safe going there. She asked him, just before they fell asleep, what he loved, what he didn't like, and how he felt eating and being fucked. His openness and honesty impressed her and she felt she had made the right decision and one she might employ again in the future. Ken didn't verbalized his answer but instead bowed and kissed her ankle, "That's my man," she sighed bending to touch his hair. "I am hopeless, aren't I?" "You are. I think you always have had unmet needs that only a women could ever meet." "Beautiful women like you" "Speaking of beautiful women, I need you to take this to Tracy while you are out shopping." She held a large diamond and sapphire ring that had been sitting in the table adjacent to her. "It's hers. She called today in a panic asking if I had found it. I looked all over the house and eventually located it behind one of the sofa cushions." "I wonder if she took it off when she was playing with Jen's pussy?" "I don't know but I'm glad it's no longer missing. I told her I would have you drop it off sometime tonight." Ken hesitated. "You don't want to just wait until tomorrow and save me a trip?" "No. If I were her, I'd want my mom's ring back on my finger sooner rather than later. It's a family heirloom. It's important to her." "I see," he said quietly. "OK, I'll take it to her. Do you have an address?" "No but I have her number. Call her and arrange to get this back to her." Katie continued, touching on the how the house was to be readied and what she expected. After they both had finished eating, she motioned for him to clear the food and clean up any reminders that they had eaten. When he was finished he found the list she had prepared, kissed her goodbye and hurried out the door. "Kenny, the ring," she shouted. "Oh," I almost forgot. She handed him a black velvet ring case containing Tracy's ring. "Take good care of it." "Of course. I'll stop by on my way home. Love you Mistress." "Love you my sub," she said happily. It was almost 9 PM before he had finished all of her errands and running several of his own. The car was full of grocery bags, alcohol and other miscellaneous items. Once settled in the car with Katie's to-do list complete and after purchasing several small gifts he wanted to give the ladies, he made the call and got the address to Tracy's. Pulling into their neighborhood, one not more than a mile or so from where they lived, he located their home, a brick and siding home. It looked like it was fairly new, probably no more than twenty or thirty years old. The yard was well manicured and pansies grew in the flower beds. It wouldn't be long before the cool spring air gave way to the summer heat and put an end to these cold weather beauties. Pulling into the driveway he almost didn't see it, but it was there. "Under foreclosure" read the sign posted in the front yard. Tracy and Tim were about to lose their house! His heart went out to them. He had no idea they were in financial trouble. I wonder why Tim hadn't said anything while at the cabin? I wonder why Tracy hadn't told Katie yesterday during their lunch? "This isn't good," he thought. He put the car into park and made a mental note to tell Katie when he got home. Going around to the back door as she had asked, he knocked. She answered almost immediately and looked down on this most welcome visitor standing a few steps below. "Well, well," she said. "You did come knocking at my door and it is even sooner than I had expected." A beautiful smile flashed on her face. Ken said nothing but held out the ring which she took. "And you even came bearing me a token of your coming subservience. How thoughtful!" Tracy bit on her lower lip, obviously pleased that he was here. Opening the box she exclaimed, "A ring! Now this is indeed going above and beyond - my slave. You must really want me to accept you as an added concubine to my harem." Ken could keep his stone-faced expression no longer and grinned imperceptively. Tracy smiled delightfully, reached down and caressed side of his cheek with her hand. "It's only appropriate that my slave formally acknowledge me as his property owner by pacing this ring on his Owners hand. Kneel and obey." Ken shook his head in exasperation, smiled and yielded to her playfulness. Bowing, and keeping his gaze down, he placed the beautiful ring on her finger. After doing so, she lay both hands gently on the top of his head. "I formally accept you into my household. I expect nothing less than your complete devotion. Kiss my pussy and seal your fate." Sarcasm and playfulness weaved themselves in the words she spoke. Ken remained kneeling and motionless. He couldn't believe he was her. She scared him. She made him feel vulnerable. She had a grip on his heart and definitely on his mind. He played the words she had spoken on the sofa the other day over and over again, "you're going to be mine". It wasn't like he couldn't push those thoughts out of his conscious mind. He could - if he wanted. But he didn't want to. He wanted to remember them over and over again. And now he was here. Seeing that he was no longer interested in role-playing she said, "Oh, come in," she said smiling. "I'm only joking and I'm really stressed out. You need to loosen up for God's sake because I need your help." She was dressed in jeans and a white T-shirt. Her hair was a bit disheveled. Behind those big beautiful eyes and thick blond hair he could see she had had a hard day. But regardless, she was as breathtaking as ever. Her breasts hung free beneath her shirt and the shape of those voluptuous melons was clearly outlined under the tight fitting cotton top. "What's wrong?" He asked trying unsuccessfully to keep his eyes focused on her and not the slinky white top." "Yea, I caught you looking," she said smiling. Reaching down she pinched his cheek. He jumped. "Hard. Just like I thought. But" she said looking at the mess in the kitchen, "my sink is leaking and Tim isn't home. He is working until two tonight." The kitchen was a mess. The cabinet doors under the sink were open. Pots, pans and miscellaneous soaps, and cleaning agents were scattered on the floor. Wet towels were piled in an empty bucket and the drip drip sound of water could be heard under the sink. "It's leaking," "I can see that." "Can you fix this?" "Well, well, look who's vulnerable now," he said jesting. "I'm not in the mood," she snapped. Don't go there with me!" Taken aback by her sudden outburst, he cowered. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get you angry." "Can you fix this?" she asked once more. "I don't know, let me take a look. Do you have a flashlight?" "Sure, anything else?" "Tools? Do you have any tools in this house?" "They're in the basement." "Come, show me where they are and I'll see what I can do." Tracy showed him to the basement door and followed him downstairs. Finding Tim's toolbox he hurried back and within fifteen minutes had tightened the fitting that secured the trap to the exiting water pipe. "That was an easy fix," he said crawling out from under the sink. Dumping the basin of water back in the sink, he checked the drainpipe making sure it was secure. "Let me clean this up for you. It will only take me a minute and you look stressed." "Thank you. I am, but I need a drink and would love some company more than I need you to clean up a few items. Tim can put that stuff away when he gets home. Have a drink with me. Let's go outside. It's a beautiful night. Will you?" Her smile was bright and her intentions appeared true. "Of course," he said. Opening a bottle of wine from she poured two glasses, handed him one and motioned for him to follow her outside while she carried her glass and near full bottle of chardonnay. "Sit with me. I need to relax." "Sure Tracy." They talked about the mishap in the kitchen, about her day and a little bit about her time with Katie. He shared about his day at work and told her some of what he did and why he enjoyed his job. She spoke of Tim and explained he was working a temporary job now with odd hours. She went on to explain that he had lost his job some months ago, about his injury that cost so many thousands of dollars and having no medical benefits and of the months of unemployment that followed. During the period after he lost employment they depleted first their savings and then their egg-nest and now were about to lose their home. Tracy shared openly and honestly. Tears flowed at times. She changed the subject bringing it to the events of the recent past. Their conversation was easy and fluid and they both listened and laughed and cried as the topics moved from casual to serious to comedic and back again. Tracy stood and offered him her hand. He took it and they walked into the back yard eventually pushing a picnic bench out of the way and leaning against a picnic table on a nearly moonless night. The stars were glorious and the air had a warmth that had long been overdue. Leaning against the picnic table, he gazed up into the heavens admiring the stars. Pointing out several constellations they once again broke into an easy conversation. Tracy move closer pressing the side of her body against him and instinctively he slit his arm around the small of her back pulling her close while they continued to talk. Their obvious affection for one another was evident and yet for him at least it seemed as if he had no other choice. Yes, she had fucked him just the other day and told him that she intended to make him hers and although he could not change her feelings, he knew his allegiance lie only with Katie. Yet, tonight things just happened. Maybe she knew how his mind worked. Maybe she understood the psyche of a submissive more than he was willing to give her credit. It was as if the spontaneous role-playing at the doorstep telling him of his need to submit and her desire to Own him followed by him meeting a dire need she had, along with complying with her wish to have a him stay and finish off a bottle of wine on a most beautiful night, triggered powerful emotional needs that completely clouded all rational thoughts and actions. If he had been honest, he would have admitted that the role-playing at the front door was exactly what he wanted to do. He wanted to be an added concubine. He wanted to be one within her harem. He wanted to bow in allegiance and deference. He wanted to kiss her pussy to seal the deal. He just didn't want to admit it. The Cabin Ch. 08 She looked at him for a long moment. Her stunningly beautiful face gazed deep into his eyes. The time had come. Sensing that she had successfully manipulated and softened him beyond his ability to say 'no' she slid off the table and stood facing him. Casually she slipped off her shoes and undid the snap of her jeans, slowly pulling her zipper down to reveal red lace panties. She never took her beautiful brown eyes off of his. Sliding first out of her jeans and then her panties she stood naked, beautiful, and confident. He stood unable to move. His eyes fought to maintain contact with hers but he couldn't help watching the seductive movements of her hands and she revealed more and more of her precious body while she undressed. He noticed his breathing rate quicken, becoming more rapid, more unsteady, more in gasps. His heart pounded as adrenaline rushed through his veins and his substantial cock hardened within the confines of his jeans. He stood fixated, looking at a woman so beautiful and so in control. He found her irresistible and feared that Tracy knew just how vulnerable he really was. "This is not an option and I want no answer. Rather I want a response. I want a deliberate response, a deliberate action," she stated assuredly. She stood with hands on hips and feet apart. She had no shame. She stood confident, strong, and oh so sensual. "You are a submissive man and I am a dominant woman." Pointing to her pussy she said, "Kneel before me and eat. Do it now and do not refuse. Do not test me, and do not disobey my order." Ken paused, confused, excited, and afraid. Most of all he felt an overwhelming sense of obligation as well as desire. He had no choice. He stood, looked down, knelt and came to her in a crawl. "Yes!" she said in a triumphant whisper. "You are indeed mine." He looked up, first at her sex and then up into her eyes. She ran her tongue around her lips sensually and then tapped at her pubic bone with her manicured index finger. "Eat!" she demanded softly. He drank her juices in the blackness of the night. He felt the soft skin of her thighs against either cheek,. He tasted the musky flavor of her juice and felt the firm pressure of her hands and fingers keeping his face pressed tightly against her sex. After a few minutes of his ministrations, she pulled him away. "Stand and kiss me," she stated. He did as he was told and Tracy took the liberty of exploring his mouth with her tongue. Their union was long and passionate. Finally satisfied, she broke off the kiss. "Did you enjoy that as much as me?" "I did," he said softly. She walked around to the other side of the table, placed one foot on the picnic bench spread her bent leg apart. "Get over her and kneel. Eat me again," she commanded. Slowly and deliberately he came to her. Staring at her swollen folds and watched as a single drop of her arousal fell to the ground. She was obviously horny. She wanted him but remained where she was, her sex open and inviting, wanting him to come to her – to obey her. She knew the importance of training him to obey - of training him to submit. For Tracy, this lesson was a continuation of the one she initiated on the sofa when she gave him the choice of thrusting up into her waiting cunt perched only an inch above the tip of his impressive cock when she fucked him on his sofa. She gave him a choice then – to come or risk losing the opportunity altogether. Yesterday he made his intentions known and tonight she was proving once more how vulnerable he was and how open to including her as a second woman he'd willingly submit to.. "Come to me My slave," she thought as she watched him stare at her sex unable to look at anything but the pussy she so desperately wanted him to forever worship. The thought made her smile. "That's it. That's it. Take me all in. Fill your mind with the sight of my perfect body." Her whispered words fell onto receptive ears and he came ever nearer. "That's it my slave. You can't help it. You need me and I decided you would be mine from the day that I walked in your front door and met you." Ken moved closer now only a few inches from the fruit he desired. Opening his mouth he extended his tongue and Tracy stopped him, pressing her hands on either side of his head. "Just look. Just look." She said again. "Just look. Take it all in. Fill your mind with the site of this pussy. My pussy. Your Mistress' pussy. Look at how wet it is. Look at how beautiful it is, how soft it is, how swollen it is. It needs your lips my sub. It needs your tongue. And I need you. I need you to want me and I am going to make you want me. You do want me don't you?" She spoke so softly; so slowly. The muscles of her cunt contracted and more drops fell. He stared, captivated by her sex. Her vagina was perfect. Her outer labia full and round and soft. They felt so good when he pressed his mouth against them. And inside those outer folds lay the more sensitive and delicate inner ones. When Tracy became aroused one in her folds swelled, protruded and hung down at least an inch from her opening. It was as if, this sign of her arousal was a gift she gave him to suck on and draw into his mouth to save her and more fully pleasure her. He could see that appendage now - delicate as it was, and so beautiful. He wanted to take it. He needed to take it. It was one of the keys he had found to unlock and release the pleasure she so desperately deserved. He learned, from the very first time she commanded him to eat, when she sat on his face, just how much pleasure he brought her when he played with that dangling tissue. As much as he knew he gratified her, he also received so much satisfaction everytime he ate. Her pussy fed him. It filled his own hunger, his own desire of needing to be bound to a woman as her pleasure-slave. It seemed that the more beautiful they were the greater was his need to kneel and serve them in homage to who they were as women of dominance and superiority. Oh, ohhh, he had to have her. Ken pressed his mouth against her, overcoming the restraining force of her hands and plunged his tongue deep inside her soaking void. "Yes baby! Yes," she hissed. "I love when you worship my pussy. And you will do so many thousands of times more. I love that you came to me all on your own. I love that you want me. And you shall have this, at least," she said smiling devilishly. "Yes, you will indeed be getting this part of me often." Once again he obeyed and she let him please her for several minutes. "That's it," she said when he began to feed again from her sex, "It's always easier to obey the second time." Pushing him away she looked down. From his perspective her heavy breasts masked her long thin neck. "Lift up my top. I want you to admire these girls." "They're beautiful," he whispered. "Touch them. Squeeze them. Feel how full and firm they are." Ken apprehensively cupped one in his hand. Tracy brought his other to her breasts making him do as she wished. "These are for you if you want them." Their eyes met and although he didn't speak she knew what he was thinking. "Do you?" She asked. He said nothing by mouth but the sensual cupping, foundling, and caressing spoke volumes. "Yes!" He whispered. Lifting one ever so gently she said, "suck on this until I tell you to stop." Mesmerized by her power, he found the bottom hem and gently lifted it to fully expose her beautiful lobes in the dim light of night and reaching, open mouthed closing gently over her hardened nipple. She watched him as he watched her. He couldn't help but stare into her beautiful brown eyes. "That's it baby, suck on them like I know you want." She ran a single finger circuitously over his face while staring at him intently. Whenever he closed his eyes she gently tugged them open. She wanted him to look at her. She wanted a bond formed. "You like this don't you?" She whispered. He nodded. "So do I. Keep sucking my submissive slave. Keep sucking. Don't let go. Do you love my body?" She spoke in a soft seductive voice. "Yes." No sooner had the words left his mouth than a vicious slap jolted his face. "Do not ever disobey me sub!" She hissed. "I told you to suckle until I said stop. What do you have to say for your disobedience?" "I am sorry." "I am sorry Mistress Tracy," she corrected. "I am sorry, Mistress Tracy." She glared down at him waiting. After several seconds he resumed his position latching on to her bosom. Letting him calm she remained quiet, and then spoke, "I love looking at you here. You look so dependent, so needy for my body and indeed you do need me, she cooed. "I know now that you want me but it is important that you understand that it is I who you must obey at all times. As My submissive slave you will always be punished out of love when you disobey but know I only discipline you because I know you can do better. Understand? He nodded and Tracy smiled. "See how quickly you learn? You have been trained well." Letting him nurse awhile longer she detached herself from him with a pop. "You were latched on me like a good little boy," she teased. She had him stand and they embraced. "I love your obedience Kenny. I love it more than you know. I have a lot of stress in my life right now and you put me at ease. You take my stress away. You take me to happy places and I appreciate that. When you're with me, especially when you're pleasing me, touching me, bringing me to an orgasm or softly sucking on my breast, you take my mind away from those troubles. I need that. Thank you." "Thank you. I want to be here for you," he said appreciatively. He stood silent, his eyes cast down. "Look at me. Don't you ever feel ashamed of what I ask of you. You are a submissive and I am a woman. It is your nature to obey and cater to the feminine gender, especially a dominant." Still he said nothing. "What are you thinking? I expect an honest answer." "Two things. You are right of course. It is in my nature to please. But I was thinking about how beautiful and I find you. You are irresistible."He paused "And..." "I don't know what to tell Mistress Katie." "You tell her the truth." "The truth?" He whispered in a surprising voice. "Yes, you tell her you came here; you brought me my ring and you stayed and fixed my leaky sink. That is the truth." "What about this?" "This, my submissive slave will remain between the two of us. This is our secret. You are my property, even though I don't legally own you. But you came to me, you voluntarily knelt and obeyed. Didn't you?" "Yes Mistress, I did." "Indeed you did. Not only did you eat me once but twice. Did you not?" "Yes." "Yes what?" Yes I did eat your pussy voluntarily, Mistress Tracy." "Yes and you pleased me each time you ate. You did well for your first time here." "Thank you." And you have done all I've asked," she continued. "But I need one thing more." "More?" "Yes," she stated and walked to the far corner of the yard, some thirty paces away. Ken stood watching. "Get undressed and on your knees and craw to my pussy for one last treat before you go. Prove to me that I too own you My slave." "Why are you d...." "Hush!!" She snapped. "I told you, I want no questions. Only obedience. Now do as I say." He stifled the remainder of his question. Suddenly as the distance between them grew reality awoke once more. "What am I doing?" He thought "I-I, can't do this" A million thoughts raced through his head has panic overtook him. He paused, thought of Katie, and then ran to the front yard, got into his car and left. Tracy was left standing dumbfounded leaning against the fence that enclosed her yard. "That bitch!" She cried out. "That bitch! No one does that to me and gets away with it! No one!" Within five minutes Ken was home. He sat in the driveway with his head resting on the steering wheel wondering what in the hell had just happened. He couldn't believe what he had just done. Tracy was like some irresistible force over which he had no control. He had to end this somehow but without hurting Katie. How to go about this, he had no idea but at least for now he was safely home. Gathering his composure and realizing he had to keep what just happened private, he exited the car, loaded his arms with as much as he could carry and headed inside. Looking up, Katie was standing squarely in the doorway blocking his entrance. "Kenny! Why am I getting a call from an upset Tracy at 10 PM on a Friday night?" He paused, shocked. His face flushed red but went unnoticed in the darkness of the night. "I – I don't know." "Did you fix her sink?" "Yes Ma'am. I thought that would be something you'd approve of without me calling home first." "It is, and thank you for doing that." "Did you clean up your mess after you were done?" "No, I didn't. She wanted...." Katie held up her hand, and indication he was to shut up. "Kenny," she said quietly. "Bring your things inside, unpack them and then go back and finish the job the way you know you should have in the first place. And when you are done, apologize. For god's sake, the woman is a dominant woman and I have my submissive husband refusing to do something the way that he knows he should. Thank goodness she had the guts to rat you out." "I – I uh, I'm sorry Mistress. I'll get right on it." Ten minutes later he once more drove through the quiet neighborhood, found her home and pulled into the driveway. Getting out of the car, he saw her coming toward him dressed only in a robe. Her feet were bare and he could see that she was naked beneath the nearly shear fabric. Holding the door open for him he stood. "Get in the back yard now!" She hissed. Pushing him hard, he walked pensively down the drive and through the wooden gate. He could hear the latch click behind him. No sooner had she closed it that she sprang forward grabbed his shoulders hard and spun him around. "Strip!" Without a word, he obeyed. "Kneel!" Once more he quietly knelt in the damp grass. "Present!" Ken looked puzzled. He didn't understand the command. "When I tell you to present I want you to kneel with your ass on your heels, your hands on the ground behind your feet and your face looking up at me," she paused waiting for him to comply. He obeyed and assumed the required position. As he did, despite his apprehension his cock sprung to life. "Now arch your hips. I want that cock sticking out so I can see it! Stick it out like the sex slave you are," she snapped. Ken arched his back, his massive shaft protruded forward and upward. Tracy struck it with her foot. "I am so pissed with you!" She yelled. "I can't believe you ran. Don't you realize you are mine as well as hers now?" He sat silent. Squatting down to stare directly at him she repeated, "Don't you realize you are mine as well as Katie's?" "No," he said flatly. "Did you tell her what happened out here," motioning to the picnic table, "when you got home?" He said nothing. "Of course you didn't and you won't. You won't because you want more. Isn't that right?" "I don't know," he said apprehensively. "Sure you do. You told me not thirty minutes ago that you loved eating my pussy and sucking my tit. Didn't you?" "Yes, Ma'am," he whispered, feeling already condemned. "That's right." Her tone was less threatening and more cajoling. "And I loved it too. You want me. You need me. And you are mine." "Maybe I am." "Oh, there's no maybe about it. You have a gift you know." "And what's that?" "You have the gift of making a woman feel wonderful." "I called Katie and told her I had more work for you to do and asked if I could keep you for a few hours as part of your punishment. She agreed. So, first I am going to punish you for running and then I am going to train you so you won't disobey me again. You will obey Mistress Tracy from now on. Something like what just happened won't every happen ever again. Do we understand one another?" "Yes Ma'am." "And you do agree that a punishment is in order?" "I do," he said dejectedly. "Go into the kitchen and get me my wooden spatula." Quickly he stood, and turned toward the kitchen but before he could take a step Tracy grabbed his shoulder. "Stop!" "You are a fast learner," she said her attitude mercurially changing from stern to pleased. "Thank you for moving so resolutely." "You're welcome Mistress Tracy. I am sorry for what I did." "I'm glad you are. And you will be even sorrier after I am done with you." With that he left, returning with a long-handled wooden spatula. Taking it from him she pointed to the picnic table. "On the table. On your belly." Tracy patted his muscular ass and massaged each cheek quickly. Like his cock, it too was shaved perfectly smooth. "I am going to paddle your behind. Do you understand?" "Yes Miss Tracy. I understand," he said quietly. "After each paddling I am going to reward you. It is important that you know that although I am punishing you I care for you. I value you. I want you to understand that you are my submissive slave and here for the express purpose of my enjoyment. Whatever I choose to give you, I expect you to eagerly except it as a precious gift that I am giving you and I want you to realize that body is the only way you can be consoled after a painful experience." Ken craned his neck to look at her while he remain prone on the hard table. She was indeed beautiful. Standing in a teal green robe now open in the front it revealed the most beautiful breasts he had ever seen and a pussy that he's longed to lick. She was beautiful in every way from her thick blonde hair down to the tip of her manicured toes. She was a goddess indeed and a goddess that intended to bring him into service as her sole concubine. How could he ever resist? How could he ever say no? How could he ever keep this a secret from Katie? The predicament he now found himself was too twisted and tangled to ever get out of without her knowing. Part of him wanted to flee yet another wanted nothing more than to stay and obey. Her beauty and confidence captivated him in a way he could never before remember. She was taking him. Maybe she already had. She wanted a part of him that had always been for no one else but Katie and as she spoke he found himself offering that special part of him to her. It made no sense but at the time it was if he had no choice. He surrendered emotionally, psychologically and physically to her will. In his mind he was hers. He would obey; he would do whatever she asked of him; in fact, he wanted to obey. "Now lay face down with your arms at your side. Do not move. Do not move, "she repeated sternly. After a few more moments the gentle caress of his buttocks ceased. Then, for what seemed to be the longest time she stood completely still. "Smack!! Smack! Smack," came the blows one after another. She delivered ten brutal strokes and paused. "On your knees and lick my pussy!" Quickly he rose, knelt and buried his head into her sex eating her greedily. Letting him remain there for only a short while; just long enough for him to find a moment of solace and comfort. She waited until he moaned in pleasure and then stepped away, pointing the spatula in the direction of the table. Ken returned once more, lying with his arms at his side as she had instructed. Ten more blows followed, this time bringing him to tears. "On your knees," she said once more. "This time lick my asshole and get your tongue inside me." He rose more slowly this time, his ass now smarting. As he positioned himself behind her she bent forward and leaned on the plank table. Spreading her legs wide her cheeks parted granting him access to an ass that had never, before tonight, been licked. Tracy gave him sufficient time to rim and then extend his pointed tongue into her tight hole. He could taste her 'other' taste and he relished in knowing he was actually 'here'. Delighting in the thought that he was now worshipping this most intimate place, a place rarely offered to a man. But Tracy was no ordinary woman. She was extraordinarily beautiful, perfect in form, and a goddess he now served. Not only was she His goddess but she was quickly becoming his dominant. The Cabin Ch. 08 Folding her forearms across one another she rested her forehead and enjoyed his attention, knowing that he was kneeling and licking and most likely feeling humiliated. She didn't want humiliation to enter his thoughts so she encouraged him, letting him know how nice he felt, how obedient he was being and how thankful she was to have found a trained submissive that she could now enjoy and who would stoop not only to eat her pussy but also her ass. She complimented him again and again how delightful his tongue felt exploring her bottom. She was slowly feeding him words she wanted him to accept. She knew she couldn't make him hers; he had to make that decision himself. He needed to reach that state of mind on his own. She needed to provide him every opportunity to choose her and make her his Mistress. It was the only way this would work in the long-term. Tracy understood she would always be a second fiddle to Katie but she wanted to be a close second. In order for this to happen she had to make him see just how much he needed not only his wife but also her. The thought pleased her immensely and a smile reached her eyes. "Oh, this is going to be a perfect end to a day I would have usually soon forgotten." She had several hours now to work her magic and although she had never done anything like this before she had an idea, one that she had actually started to employ before he tore away earlier this evening. "Mmmmm," she cooed. "Your tongue is so talented. Lick me baby. Get to know my ass. It is an ass I want you to love to lick. I'm going to keep it only for you." He listened. Her words filled some deep vast need of which only a submissive man can identity. He lapped and encircled her with increasing vigor becoming more comfortable with this part of her body. Stroking her ass from her clit, over her pussy and to the top of her crack. Rimming and then entering her pucker he loved her with a desire he had never felt before. Standing she turned to face him. "On the table My sub," she said, interrupting his reverie. "We are not done here yet." This time she delivered fifteen blows on his already red ass and quickly moved to the head of the table. "On your back. Lick me," she said cooed. Standing a foot from the table edge she waited for him to turn and lie on his beaten ass. The pain of her blows lingered and the hard wood of weight of his body made him feel her sting all over. He scooted toward her, hyper-extending his head until he found her sex and molded his mouth around it. She was far enough away that he had to support the weight of his head with his neck but he enthusiastically licked each fold and entered her, savoring the now familiar taste of her wetness. Again Tracy complimented him, and stroked his chest while he partook once more from this new woman he craved to serve. His erection revealed his desire, standing at full staff- thick strong and profound. Stroking it with moistened hands she complimented him on its size and thickness. "Your cock is three times the size of my husbands." Tracy heard an approving moan from underneath. "Yes, he's listening. He's taking this all in. He's learning exactly how I feel about him and what I'm going to expect," she thought. She continued on, expressing just how much she enjoyed watching his erection grow and remain so hard. "That's it baby. Lick my pussy, suck on my labia. Tease my clit. Taste me. I know it hurts to lay with your ass on the hard table. Channel that pain to please me. I love that you will give me so much knowing that it hurts to do so. I am a bit of a sadist and seeing you in pain makes me want you pleasing my body even more. Know this. Know your pain brings me pleasure. I want you here often and you need to understand you are mine to use as I want." She massaged his chest and fondled his large balls, lavishing in the feelings of the man nestled at her sex. "I love watching your cock thicken and stiffen. I know it's because you want me and it's always polite for a submissive man's cock to rise when in his Mistress is with him," she said giggling. She stroked his member several more times as her desire ramped. "And slave, you have a beautiful cock that I am going to fuck many times." Mmmm," she said "I do want you, your place in my life is right there," she sighed and stroked his cheek. "I want you to want me. I want you to enjoy me. I want you to become familiar with every part of my cunt. Learn what it takes to please me but also relish in the fact that you can receive the same pleasure because you are My submissive slave. Enjoy my body," she whispered once more. "Enjoy my body. Lick me Kenny and know that this is a place I will put you often. You know that don't you?" She sighed pleased. "Hmm mmm," he murmured, his mouth and tongue remaining buried deep into her sex and his nose pressed tightly against her arse. When she felt his head trembling as his neck muscles fatigued, she gently supported him. After some time more she let go, stepped away and bent to kiss him. "Slide forward baby and roll over. One more round and we are all done. OK?" She said tenderly. "Yes Mistress." "Do you understand why I am spanking you?" The tone of her voice was soft and loving. As he stared back into her brown eyes looking at her full lips and blond hair gracefully framing her face, he could see the affection she had for him. "Yes Mistres." "Tell me." "Because I ran and disobeyed you." "That's right. I hope you have learned your lesson and will not disobey me again. Have you?" He paused, and then answered. "Yes Ma'am, I have." "That's my baby. When I am through with your spanking I will let you suckle my breast again. That is, if you'd like." She knew his answer. She could see it in his eyes as soon as she offered him the option. And his response pleased her. Every time he demonstrated a desire to pleasure her she felt a deep sense of peace. That peace of course, was intimately tied to control. When her life was in control she was at peace. When she couldn't control her circumstances it stressed her. But now she felt completely at peace, completely in control. She could think but one thought: his bond of dependency had begun to form in earnest. "I would like that." "I knew you would. I can tell my breasts are irresistible. Aren't they?" She patted his ass as he reassumed his punishment position. "You don't need to answer, I already know." Tracy squatted so he could see her. I'm going to make these spankings different. I need to know how committed you are to serving me." "Ok," he answered. "What does that mean?" He asked curiously. I will stop paddling you whenever you tell me to stop. You can tell me right now if you want. It's up to you. But what I am hoping is to learn that you are a man willing to endure pain, and in doing so, show your gratitude to me has your dominant. In my mind I associate pain with commitment. The more you bear, the more it tells me just how important I am to you, sweetie. It's a paradox, I know, but pain and pleasure often come together. The pain you bear pleases me, especially when I see you endure pain that I came from my hand. I am asking you to do this for me – that is – if you want. I hope you will endure it until it hurts, until you can't take even another blow from my paddle. You can't see me but I smile every time I hit you. It's not the hitting I love but that you don't move. That you willingly lie there and let me beat you again and again. That knowing, that realization that you are doing this for me pleases me." Pausing, she caressed his face, and kissed his forehead many times. Looking at him once more through those big beautiful eyes she said, "Kenny, my sub, my slave, I hope you don't choose the easy way out. However, I'm going to leave this up to you." He gazed into her penetrating eyes. She returned his gaze remaining only inches from his face while still squatting. "I understand. I know what you want. I will not disappoint you ever again." Tracy's intent expression slowly broadened into a bright smile. "You are going to be such a wonderful slave. Before you make your decision and tell me to stop, here's what I want you to think about. If you can take even one more stroke of my paddle, remain silent. The choice as to how many you receive of course is totally open to you." "I understand, "He said softly in a resigned voice. "Good," she said smiling once more. She gave him a gentle slap on the cheek. There are many things I love about a man but one quality I truly admire is when a man willingly accepts pain from his mistress." "Yes Ma'am." And so the beating resumed. Tracy delivered ten hard and fast blows before pausing. She waited for several seconds and then delivered five more. Pausing, she rubbed his ass now crimson and bruising. Hearing nothing, five more blows were delivered. She paused. He was sobbing. Tracy smiled knowing she had finally broken him. She rained down another ten caused him to cry louder but still he said nothing. This time she permitted him two minutes to rest. She listened to his sobs which showed no sign of lessening, knowing that with each additional round the bond he was now forming with her as his Mistress grew steadily stronger. It would make the time afterward that much more profound psychologically. Again she beat him and still he said nothing although his cries progressed to outright wails of agony. She permitted him several minutes this time to calm but he was inconsolable. Delivering several more lashes he begged for mercy. "Stop, please stop." He cried. "I am so sorry for everything," he said between gasps. "Oh, please stop Mistress!" He begged again. Rolling painfully onto his side he almost fell off the table as he knelt before his new Owner, clinging to her legs and kissing her calves, knees, thighs and pussy as his sobs continued. "I'm so sorry Mistress. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me! "He said. "Hush, my baby hush. It's okay. It's all over." Tracy ran her fingers gently through his disheveled hair, over his neck and shoulders while the gush of emotions poured forth. She steered his kisses and licks away from her legs and channeled them toward, and eventually to her pussy, a place she desired him to associate with comfort, security, love, and a place where he absolutely belonged. "Come," she said finally. "Come and let me hold you." "Y-Y-Yess Mistress," he managed to get out between gasps. He looked pathetic. Tears continued to stream and after he replied he once more cried brokenhearted. Gingerly he rose keeping his beaten ass from touching anything. She led her grief-stricken submissive by the hand to the sofa on the back patio. A lone candle was lit on an adjacent table. Sitting at one end she motioned for him to lay across the sofa with his body facing hers. Cradling his head as she would a small child she held him. Looking up into her eyes, he touched her lip with a single finger. "I – a-am s-so-so sorry Mi-Mistress. I am so...... sorry". Turning, he buried his head between her breasts and cried. He said nothing more. Finally, when he quieted, she guided his mouth to her nipple. He grasped it as a son would his mothers'. Tracy knew that he came to her breast, not so much for love, but out of some deep inner need to be consoled. Tracy once more served as the vessel who met his need. Yes, she offered him a place of safety, a place to feel secure, a place to come whenever pain entered his life. In so doing he was acknowledging Her ownership of him. Her breast served as a source of comfort after the painful ordeal and one he would not soon forget. Somewhere in the deep recesses of Tracy's mind she remembered hearing how profound and life altering the comfort of another can be after a traumatizing experience. Because he endured so much pain after reaching his breaking point Tracy, was able to utilize both her sexuality and authority to capitalize on the formation of the dominant/submissive bond that now was being forged. He would forever associate her as one he would fear on one level, thus causing him to obey, but on a deeper level she knew she had formed an association of pain and pleasure becoming one and the same in his mind. She wanted to be able to discipline him but in the process she also wanted that discipline to drawl him to her rather than cause him to distance himself both emotionally and physically. By offering her breast as an aid to console and comfort she knew his future compulsion would be to come to her. Suckling at her breast now to subdue the discomfort of his beating was no different than his compulsion to fall at her feet after the beating ended. He already had come to need her on many levels. She thought. "We are moving in the right direction. My body is irresistible to him, he has a natural need to obey, he can't help but want to please, he is a submissive to the very depths of who he is, and now, he is learning a pain-pleasure association." She sat humming softly while cradling her newest possession. "I think I'm going to have to do this again," she thought. All the while she felt him greedily suck at the hard and elongated nipple he found so gratifying. She wanted him. She knew he was married but that desire for control which seemed to permeate everything she threw herself into superseded logic. And besides, he had assets that Tim could never provide and in fact didn't want Tim to provide. Tim was her ticked to financial security and he had since failed miserably at that. Tim had devotion, yes, and Tim had a mouth but had no idea how to use it, nor did he have as intense a desire to want to use it. This man had all that Tim lacked and he had a cock and balls the size of a small bull. He also had a mouth and talented tongue; his oral skills were like nothing she had ever felt. On top of that was his attitude of deference that made her feel powerful even when life was spinning out of control. She wanted to control him, if for nothing else to serve as a toy to be manipulated whenever she was bored. She would send him back to his wife, knowing he was severely punished. She'd also send him back emotionally and psychologically torn. He'd no longer be just Katie's. He'd be hers as well. As Tracy looked down into the eyes of the slave suckling now so peacefully, her thoughts raced from the day they first met. He meant nothing to her before then. In that time, his wife had made the fatal mistake of opening the door to their sexuality and expanding it to include Jennifer and Debbie. They wanted nothing more than a once-and-done experience. Tracy wanted more. She wanted him. That decision was as instant and spontaneous, as was her attraction for him. She had always been an impulsive woman who acted spontaneously. When it came to men she had been through many, enjoying, using, playing with, and even abusing, depending on her whim. She purchased and discarded things frequently. But with this man, she was not interested in discarding. With him she intended to keep for her enjoyment. It was a decision she had made soon after she walked into that room and lowered her pussy down onto his waiting cock. It was something she just knew. He was someone she intuitively felt she had to have. What confirmed her impulse was the look in his eyes when she took him that very first time. She could see the not only lust but need and a desire to feel needed. And now, his wife had made a second mistake by granting her permission to punish. When she had made that phone call immediately after he had run, she called Katie, fabricating the lie of her husband's quick exodus, and asking if it would be permissible to punish him. She dangled the bate of this being an ideal chance for her to be a dominant and Katie took it eagerly. In fact she encouraged it just as Tracy assumed she would. The topic of discipline had come up during their morning get-together earlier in the day and when Ken had left, leaving her so humiliated, she took advantage of that information and used it against her. Tonight, she had done nothing wrong. She disciplined him within the framework of what she was granted - an open ended offer. It was upon this offer that Tracy pounced and now used to begin the formation of a bond that would turn him into a slave to be used for her sexual pleasure. "Suck baby. Suck and feel my hard nipples inside your mouth. My nipples love being in your mouth and I love seeing you so broken. I love that I can hold and love you and give you the security you need and deserve." Taking one of his hands she guided it to her breast permitting him free access to fondle. He grasped her tentatively. She wondered if he was still afraid of her. The thought was comforting yet she wanted him to recover from his trauma by using her body as the means for his recovery. She gave him time. Soon he began squeezing and caressing first one, then the other, gliding over and down her fullness from clavicle to nipple. Tracy had beautiful breasts and she soon learned that this submissive had a fetish for them. She had chosen correctly. Her breasts would always serve as a powerful tool to reconnect the two of them whenever their relationship became streamed. Smiling once more she stored this knowledge away knowing she would be sure to use it at a later date. Sometime after he had quieted, she spoke. "I love that you were so strong for me. I am so proud of you. There are few men that could withstand the type of punishment you willingly took. You are a strong man and I love a strong man. You are now My strong man." "Yes Mistress," he whispered. "I want to reward you before you leave for home. May I do that?" "You already have." Tracy beamed with pleasure. "Yes I have, but I want to give you more. May I do that for you?" "Yes. How?" He said suddenly interested. "Kneel on the rug in front of me. As he moved off the sofa, Tracy stretched out across it, letting her legs extend over the arm rests and stretching her arms overhead in a position of exposure an invitation. She deliberately put herself on display. The arching of her arms thinned her waist and enhanced the shape of her bust. It was a pose she loved. Ken gasped at the site of such a beauty splayed before him, her legs strong and lean gently parted to reveal her tantalizing pussy, her large firm breasts full and round and inviting, her waist so small, so taut, so beautiful. She was a picture so angelic. The candle flickering on the table highlighted and shadowed every delicious curve of her perfect body. Lying there with her eyes closed he allowed the image of her perfect form to burn permanently into his mind. He would never forget this picture. "Come down here by my feet." He obeyed and as he did Tracy raised one leg, offering it to him. "Suck on my toes. Lick my feet and then kiss every part of my leg all the way up to my pussy." While she instructed him she ran her hands down over her inner thighs slowly drawling them upward until they met at the apex of her legs. She fondled her pussy sliding one finger up and down between her labia. She watched him watch the movement of her hand. She knew he was going to bury his face once more into her sex, and although it was something she desired, she wanted him to have to earn it. She wanted to know how patient he would be in pleasing all of her and not just her sex. Taking the weight of her leg into his arm he obeyed. By the light of the candle, she watched this man she barely knew, take each toe, at a time into his mouth and suck with the same affection he had given her nipple. She watched him caress and orally fondle the length of each digit, sliding it between each toe, drawling the toe once more into his mouth, and brushing his tongue across them all as if he was running his fingers over several piano keys. From there his moved to her arch, kissing, sucking gently, biting and massaging the intrinsic muscles with his mouth, chin, nose and face. After spending ample time on her feet he moved next to her ankle, then to her muscular and shapely calf and upward to her thigh. He ended with his face burying into her sex, her leg spread wide apart and resting over his shoulder. Tracy watched. She slowly arched her body, lifting her breast heavenward knowing his eyes never left those beautiful orbs. She was a master seductress, beguiling in every way, and although she was giving him free access, his access came with an underlying motive. She wanted his brain to reform new synapses in which he would dream of her, and lustfully desire to be with her once again. The Cabin Ch. 09 In this chapter, which takes place on a Saturday, picks up the day after Chapter 8. Ken had just fallen to temptation and failed miserably. He had promised a woman he barely knew things meant only for his wife Katie. But Katie had said things just before he fell asleep that completely confused everything that had just happened. What did she mean? Might he find out the real meaning of her words? Today the story continues with three guys working and three women shopping. I hope you enjoy the read. I had fun writing. Chapter 09 - The Preparation Katie rose bright and early on a beautiful Saturday morning. The sun shone through the bedroom windows and looking outside she saw nothing but blue sky and an occasional puffy white cloud. The daffodils were in bloom and the redbuds and dogwoods were about to shout that spring was here to stay. It was indeed a beautiful day. Rising she let left her husband, still asleep and showered. Dressed, she found him unmoved. Smiling she approached and delivered a hard smack on his bare bottom. "Ouch! Oh my God! What are you doing?" He said, as searing pain shot through his buttocks. Acting as if she had done nothing out of the ordinary she responded, "Just waking you up dear. Come on, time to rise and shine. We have a full day - or I should say – I have a full day planned for you." Ken gingerly massaged his now bruised and tender ass. Wincing in pain he turned and slowly sat. Realizing that he could not sit without radiating intense pain spreading across his back side he quickly stood. The memory of Tracy beating him rushed to his conscious. Yes, he had had quite an evening and the memory of it would remain for many days. "Oh come on. Don't be such a wimp. So she spanked your bottom. I do it all the time. Go get a cold shower and let the water run over you. You'll feel better in a few minutes." "What bee got up your bonnet this morning?" he asked rhetorically. Katie was indeed in a unique mood and for whatever reason he wasn't sure what brought it on. Maybe it's the party that she's thinking about." "Kenny, "she called. "Hurry honey I want my breakfast. The girls will be here shortly and you have a ton of things to get done. Bathing quickly he finished his daily chores upstairs and headed down to fix Katie a breakfast of oatmeal, yogurt and fruit. No sooner had he served her that she presented him with a long list. "Okay honey, here's the plan. I need these things done and the guys should be here shortly to help." As he read through her list, she watched intently looking for his reaction. "That's a lot of work!" He said reading aloud.... Clean every room Strip beds Clean sheets Prepare menu items Decorate house Assist movers when furniture arrives Scrub bathrooms Clean toilets Fresh towels and robes in each bathroom Dry clean all carpets Scrub floors Feather dust every room Vacuum all rugs Clean and polish all glassware and silverware in and out of display cabinets and, and, and." The list seemed endless. Seeing him roll his eyes at the in enormity of the task ahead, she snatched the paper, squared her jaw and stood. "Look," she said sternly, "Don't give me any crap! You're my sub and you're going to get this done. You should be thanking me for this. This is what you live for. We've an understanding?" "Yes Mistress," he said apologetically. "I'm sorry. I just have a lot on my mind right now." Katie smiled. "I'm sure you do." There was a hint of sarcasm in her voice but he knew enough to know when and when not to press her for information. Now was not the time. "Make sure everything is finished. I mean everything. If it isn't done, know that your bare bottom will be a whole lot sorer than it is right now. I want tonight to be perfect and all of the preparation is your responsibility. You are the submissive. You're the one whose job it is to make it happen. Make it happen!" "Yes Mistress," he said with a puzzled look on his face. "What's wrong?" "I don't know. Something seems different about you today and I can't put my finger on it." "I'm feeling dominant. That's all. Get over it." Just then, there was a knock at the door. Ken welcomed his three helpers along with their three beautiful wives. Introducing the guys, Katie eyed each greeting them warmly. While the women chatted the guys struck up began talking about the day ahead. Ken started reading through his list when Katie interrupted them. "Okay gentlemen," she said getting their attention. "I have a rule that Ken will recite to you. It's a rule I follow whenever am at home alone with him or whenever he is alone here. Ken, recite the rule." Ken looked curiously at her and then to the guys. Obediently he stated: "The rule Katie is referring to is this: whenever a submissive is in the house alone or with a dominant woman the submissive will remain naked." "Okay gentlemen, you now know my house rule and because you have professed your submission to these three hot babes," she said looking at them admirably and seeing them break into bright smiles, "I expect you to follow my orders." The guys looked from one to another and then to their respective spouses. Surprised and confused they stood motionless, not sure if Katie was serious were simply joking. After all, they had only been in the kitchen for less than two minutes and the party wouldn't start until early evening. Katie looked steadfastly had her husband. Knowing 'that' look, he immediately stripped, folded his clothes and placed them in the adjacent mudroom. Not being in a mood to wait for them to comply she walked to Tim, undid his belt, button and fly, and with one swift motion yanked his jeans to his calf. His little cock sprung free almost hitting her in the face. Tracy started giggling and the others soon joined her. Although Katie didn't turn to look, it was hard keeping a serious expression from turning into a bright smile given the shock on his face. She repeated the same process on both Mark and Rick. "Look guys," she said in the commanding tone, "if there is one rule you men need to learn sooner rather than later it is learning the rule of obedience. When a dominant woman tells you something, no matter who it is," her eyes peered penetratingly at her husband, "you need to obey. Now, do what I said and get-out-of-your-clothes!" Annunciating each syllable of those last few words. With visible apprehension they followed Ken's example. Looking pensively at one another and at the ladies, they couldn't help but notice the wide-eyed stares and beaming smiles of the three new dominants appearing ever so pleased as they watched the guys strip. Soon they returned standing next to Ken who was already at attention with his hands clasped behind him. Seeming to understand she expected this, the guys followed suit forming a line next to him and presenting her with an identical stance. "What do you think?" Katie said motioning with an open hand to the four men standing naked. "I told you that being a dominant woman had its perks and, as you can see, the boys are enjoying themselves as well." The ladies took in the scene of the handsome guys standing each with their cocks protruding somewhat perpendicular to their body. "That's better gentlemen," she said walking first to Mark. Now, if I tell you to present tonight, this is how I want you; standing, hands behind your back, and looking forward. Focus your eyes against the far wall where the wall meets the ceiling. Don't talk, blink, or move. When you are in 'present' position you are in a position to be inspected and ready to receive instruction. Obediently they listened. As they did Tracy's eyes focused not on her husband but on Ken. She smiled a pleasing and devious smile. "Had she not given him a 'different' present posture just last evening?" The thought of putting him into a position of decision marinated pleasingly in her thoughts. Meanwhile Katie casually ran her hands over Mark's chest abdomen thigh and cock acting as if she had done it a hundred times before. Kneeling she took nearly the full length of him into her mouth sucking him vigorously. He stood mesmerized by her actions. He looked pleadingly at Jenny but she stood staring blankly, showing him no apathy in his predicament. "Nice cock," Katie said. She moved next to Tim and engulfed him completely. Her teeth bumped against the hard surface of his pubic bone every time she took him. Stroking his member afterward she inspected his goods. "You've got a little one and some boy balls too.". Debbie, thinking the thoughts of everyone burst forth in laughter. "Tracy! Oh my god, he is so little!" "He is," she replied, "but that's all I have to work with." Moving to Rick, Katie gave him a quick blowjob and complimented him on the size of his thick cock. I like the feel of that one in my mouth," she said. Ken was next but she stood, only grabbing him firmly. She took the liberty of digging her fingernails into the soft underbelly. He winced. "But you're my favorite," she said in a hushed voice, "and the biggest too." Stepping back she looked at them now standing fully erect. "That's better boys, "she said looking at their cocks."I like seeing a man hard. It makes a woman feel appreciated. Wouldn't you agree ladies?" They acknowledged her and looking pleased with the four submissives they'd be enjoying later in the day. Jen commented, "Now if that doesn't give you boys' inspiration to get your work done, I don't know what will." Her comment broke the tension in the room and they all laughed. Dismissing them she said, "Now get your work done. The girls and I have places to go and things to do." And with that, she escorted the young women out of the kitchen and out through the front door. The guys stood silent waiting for the door to shut. Afterward they collectively took in a deep breath and sighed with relief. "What just happened?" Rick asked. "I think we just got our first blowjob from a dominant woman," Mark said laughing. "That was pretty powerful." "My Katie sure has a way of making a first impression," he added, shaking his head in amazement. "She is acting so different today. I have no idea what has got her wound so tight." "I like her," Tim commented. "She definitely speaks her mind." All the guys laughed knowing his comment referred to her statements about his genitals but no one said anything more about it. Well, wasn't that interesting," Mark said. Looking at Rick he said, "Yeah, it looks like she's got a thing for your cock now doesn't she?" Feeling pleased, he stroked the length of his eight-inch shaft and smiled. "I guess she does." "I noticed she doesn't think the same about yours." Ken said looking at Tim whose cock had already shrunk back to something less than two inches long. "What's up with that thing anyway?" Mark asked sincerely. "How big is it?" Tim's face reddened and it was obvious that although he was a thick muscular man he was not appreciating their comments. "Hey, it's what God gave me. It works just fine and when I cum I cum with a gigantic load." "Really?" Mark asked. "Oh get real," Ken argued, "Look at the size of your balls. They're like a third the size of mine." "I'm telling you, I am a heavy cummer," he insisted. "Whatever," he said dismissing him. Cupping his balls he said, "I can tell you that these boys can fill a shot glass." Rick broke into a laugh. "OK, you win," he said acknowledging his was the second largest one of the group. They all laughed, but Tim wouldn't let it go, "Yeah, I come a ton. And besides, you know what they say. Size really doesn't matter." "Is that what Tracy thinks?" Ken asked. Tim wasn't sure if he picked up a tone of superiority in his voice or not but answered him. "She's fine with it just the way it is." Rick came to his aid. "And that's all that matters man. That's all that matters. And besides, you have a beautiful wife." "Thanks. She is beautiful. And so is yours. "Indeed she is." Tim slapped the back of Rick's shoulders affectionately."So, where do we start?" The guys went over the list, item by item. Formulating a plan they decided to prioritize the floors, carpets and laundry over that of the other items, figuring that if they worked together, knocking off one room at a time, they could finish cleaning the house and still have plenty of time to take care of the food preparation and decorating duties before the ladies returned sometime after six. "You've got yourself quite a place here," Rick said. "Thanks. Why don't I show you guys around before we tackle this project?" He led them from the kitchen, through the swinging door that led immediately into the Living area. The dining area was located to the right. Beyond the dining room against the back of the house was an adjoining double door that led into a large sunroom that looked out into the backyard. Walking back through the dining room he showed them the living area, which was an immense room containing a large fireplace, two sofas, several chairs with accompanying end tables and plenty of room to spare. "This place is huge!" Exclaimed Mark. What's this room, like 25x30 feet?" "Something like that," he replied. "That's why I'm glad I got you guys here to help me clean," he said smiling. "Yeah, but I bet you didn't anticipate you'd be cleaning it with four naked men." He laughed and the others chuckled as well. "It's hard to believe," Mark said "that here we are, four submissive man who pledged to forever serve our wives and treat them with this kind of authority. I mean two weeks ago I had no idea that I had these tendencies or desires. I wonder how many other guys are out there like us. I mean," he added, "we are everyday normal guys like everyone else." Rick added, "I've thought about that too. I wonder if I work with submissive men that just don't know they are and live lives that go against the very nature of who they are." "We live in a male dominated society. It goes back to prehistoric times when physical strength kept you alive. Women needed the security a man gave her and so she submitted to his will. Today we don't live barbarically and higher levels of thinking are needed. We guys are so sex driven that it clouds our minds. I mean, who won't admit that marrying a beautiful woman and having sex with her is not of the utmost importance? The guys all laughed in agreement. So why are we naked then?" Asked Tim. Because dominant women know how to turn our sexuality against us to make us submit." And it works, said Tim. It does but even more than that, we are programmed to crave them as sex objects. Beauty is important to guys more so than it is for them. "Maybe that's why Tracy doesn't mind you having a small cock." Thanks Mark. You know how to make my day." He cracked a smile and the others grinned as well. "So, Ken said, we've seen the light and have vowed to serve our wives no matter how they treat us or what they do. We love them and we see the value of our place serving them rather than they serving us." "I wonder sometime about Tracy," Tim said. "My wife has a mind of her own so who knows what kind of life this is going to be for me." "You're not second-guessing yourself are you?" Rick said. "No, not at all, but she is incredibly independent and can be a real fireball sometimes. I mean, she's as tall as me and her beauty intimidates me. And," he said squeezing his penis, "I wonder about this sometimes if I am really honest with myself. I look at you guys and I think she deserves better. I just hope she treats me with respect as her submissive." "Ah, don't' make a big deal about your cock. We were just teasing. But, with that said, she may choose to treat you more of a slave than a submissive." Ken said. "Every woman that I've ever met seems to have their own way of dominating their man and reminding him of his place. But regardless of what she does, if you love her than my advice is to embrace her decisions and make them yours. I know that has helped me learn to love Katie the way she wants to be loved." Well," Tim said quietly, "If she makes me her slave, then a slave I will be." "I guess the bigger question is," Ken said, "is how she will treat you sexually. As you can see sex is a big part of domination. It's why we're standing here naked. Service involves doing chores, yes, but it also involves pleasing her sexually however they want." "I don't think that's going to be a problem. We've always enjoyed one another in the past and even though my cock isn't the biggest, I do think that I satisfy her." "I don't know if I sex is that big a deal for Debbie," said Rick, "she has never has had a big sex drive so I don't think sex will ever be a big part of our marriage. She is so busy with the boys. That's her primary focus these days." "To bad for you," Tim said "she's one fine looking woman. I'm surprised she isn't taken by that rod of yours. What is it, twice as long and twice as thick as mine?" "At least he has a healthy view of that tiny little cock of his," Ken thought. "Like you said, Little Tim," Rick replied sarcastically, "size isn't everything." Ken brought the conversation back on topic. "Now that you are her submissive, you might find sex taking on a whole new life." "I'm not getting you." "You are no longer a man who makes his own decisions. If she wants you to take care of the kids or cook dinner so she can take a break, then you better be ready to rise to the occasion." "And..." he asked wanting more. "And taking that burden off her may spark her desire for you sexually. I don't know how playful she was when you first married but my guess is, if she really embraces her dominance you will rekindle that old lovemaking you had when you were first married." Rick smiled. "So that's all I had to do, all these years?" "I'm not saying it is, but be ready for some significant changes sexually, especially as her comfort level in governing you increases." "And what about you Mark? Is your wife a big cock guy? I mean, you got a nice looking one too,? Tim said enviously. "No, I don't think my wife would care how big I am. All she wants from me is to put her first and that's what I'm going to try to do. But she does love sex so I'm not complaining." Tim thumped him hard on the back. "I thought she looked like a playful one. You lucky guy you!" "You guys are going to do just fine," Ken said encouragingly. "I've been lucky enough to have a woman that's been pretty easy on me. I know she loves me and she has never disrespected or abused me. I'm sure your wives will treat you with similarly. "Come on let me show you around the house here." With that he led them out of the immense living room and down a hallway that paralleled the front of Katie's home. "Down here is Katie's office and at the opposite end is her den. They walked from one end of the wooden corridor to the other. Opening the den door, he revealed a lavishly furnished room sporting a large screen TV, surround sound stereo and several comfortable chairs that all were coordinated around a pink and green color theme. "This looks like a man cave!" Rick said. "There isn't man-anything in this house," he said laughing. "I take care of it but she owns it. And besides, I'm not a pink and green guy. Those are her colors." Leading them partway back to where the living room and foyer met they stopped. Looking through the living room once more they could see the dining room and behind that the large sunroom. Heading toward the front door they entered a spacious foyer. A wide staircase ascended, wrapping up and around to an upstairs hallway. "Up here are the bedrooms." He pointed to the left. "The master suite is down there and we have three other spare bedrooms, each with king-size beds and their own private bathroom." The Cabin Ch. 09 "Did you win the lottery or something?" Tim asked. "This place is a mansion!" "No, I have a good job and all but it so happened that we inherited a fair some of money. We were looking for a house at the time and Katie fell in love with this the day she spotted it. We could have never afforded it if the economy hadn't crushed the housing market. She worked a fantastic deal with the realtor. It's huge, I know, but it sure makes hosting friends and family a joy, having all this space." "Damn," Mark said. We better get to work. This is going to take us longer than I thought." The guys plunged headlong into their jobs. While Rick dry cleaned the carpets and Tim scrubbed the kitchen and hallway floors, Ken and Mark stripped the beds and started doing laundry. Ken ran from room to room gathering up dirty clothes, comforters, throw rugs and other miscellaneous items piling everything in the mud room where the washer ran with the first of many loads. What he noticed about the guys, was there surprising level of comfort working and socializing nude. Initially there was some shyness having their genitals on display, especially on Tim's part after comments were made about the size of his miniscule penis, but once that topic was discussed, everyone seemed pretty comfortable. Besides Tim getting razzed, he took a bit of a verbal beating because he was the only one of the four who was shaved. Because shaving his cock, balls and ass had become normal, having done it for so long, he didn't think twice about it, and in fact, encouraged the guys to consider shaving theirs as well. By the end of the first hour the floors were immaculate and the guys headed upstairs to the master suite and slowly worked their way from room to room, finishing the upstairs and then tackling the rooms below. Just as they finished cleaning the den, the front doorbell rang. "Oh shit!" Mark said, "Who's that?" "Damn! I betcha it is the furniture guys," said Ken. Quick, get dressed. I'll stall for time. Speaking through the security system speaker to the two guys at the front door he said, "Be right with you guys. Hang on." A minute later he answered the door. Two young guys from a local furniture company introduced themselves. "We got some furniture we are supposed to drop off." "Great!" Ken said. "I've got some friends with me. Let us give you a hand. We can get it all inside in one trip." "Okay. We got three pieces here to deliver." "Not a problem," Mark said. "Let's get this done." Five minutes later the truck left and the guys stood in the living room once more looking at two large plush sofas and the oddest looking piece of furniture they had ever seen. "What the hell is this?" Ken asked. "Do you know what it looks like?" Rick said. "It looks like a mini gymnastics vaulting horse." "You know, it does!" Agreed Tim. "Yeah, you're right. It's got the same leather covering and looks exactly like one. The only problem is that it's not long enough. Aren't those things like four or five feet long? This one is about half that size." "I don't know," said Ken, puzzled as to why his wife requested such a weird object. He left and fetched the list of instructions Katie had left. Returning with her papers in hand, he thumbed through them, finding a hastily drawn diagram of the living room. "Okay guys. Here's how she wants the room arranged." Quickly they carried out the smaller chairs and coffee table storing them in the den. They pulled the two existing sofas further apart and then added the two new ones along with the strange looking vaulting horse, arranging everything in a kind of Pentagon shape with 'the horse' placed on the opposite side of the room from the ornate fireplace. The guys scooted end-tables next to the sofas and stepped back to admire their handiwork. Mark looked at Ken and asked, "Should we be undressed?" "Oh my god, yes," he said ashamed. "Damn, this is my mistake. I should've had us strip as soon as they left." "No one's got to know." Said Tim. "Things don't work that way around here. Katie expects me to tell her everything and she expects me to tell her if I disobeyed her even if something like this happens," he said guiltily. "I'll tell her when she arrives and take what punishment she has in store for me." "It was an honest mistake," Mark chimed. "It was. But that's not the point. The point is she expects me not to keep secrets." "Is she going to beat your ass again like she already has?" Before Ken could comment, Tim interjected, "yeah, I was wondering about that. You took quite a beating on that ass. What happened?" Ken's face flushed red. Feelings of guilt and shame surfaced. How ironic that Tracy's husband should be the one asking him this question. "I did something wrong, and I paid the consequence for my action," he said deceptively. "Well, I hope I never cross your wife, for a little lady she packs quite a wallop!" "Yea she does. It's going to take some before my ass stops hurting and the marks fade. But you know, she made her point and I won't disobey her again." "I wouldn't either if I were in your shoes," he said empathetically. Just then, the guys all heard their cell phones chime in the other room. Looking at one another curiously, they went to see what was up. "You got to be joking," Ken heard one of the guys say. A second later he heard another laugh. Finding his cell, he read a text from Katie: "Stand facing one another in the sunroom and get it up and keep it hard for ten minutes. Then pick a partner and keep their cock hard for another ten. Partners are Rick and Mark, Tim and Ken. Olive oil in cupboard. Use it." He shook his head and walked slowly into the sunroom with a bottle of oil. Waiting for the others to arrive he said nothing but felt humiliated. "Sometimes submission can be a stretch to a man's wellbeing," he said. Mark took a deep breath, "Let's do this. It's what Jen wants and I'm going to obey." Lubing himself he passed the bottle around and they took to getting themselves hard. "Just so you know, when your told you to keep it up, the object is not to cum. They just want us to keep it hard," Ken instructed. "Do you do this often?" I do it all the time Mark. It's a technique she uses to keep me horny. There's biology behind it and it works. Trust me. Ten minutes later, the split into pairs and went through the awkward process of grabbing one another and keeping it up. The room was awkwardly silent the entire time but the cocks remained hard. Ken couldn't believe how thin and short Tim's penis was. It was the size of a twelve year old kid and on his muscular frame looked inordinately small. Furthermore he hardly had to touch him to keep it hard. He was so sensitive. He wondered what he was thinking of his knowing his was way larger. "Was this a planned pairing?" He wondered. Things seemed too coincidental. As soon as Rick called 'time', Mark spoke, "Let's finish this house and do something productive." ................................................................................................................ As soon as the front door closed, all four of the women burst into uncontrolled laughter. "I can't believe you just sucked three cocks in there," Debbie said between intermittent giggles. Did you see the look on their faces? Jen yelled. "I mean, when she pulled Mark's pants down he looked at me and I thought he was going to faint." "Tim did the same thing." Said Tracy, That look was priceless. It is going to be so fun keeping that man off of his game." "Sometimes a girl has got to do what a girls got to do," Katie said. "I don't know what got into me but I thought I needed to set the tone from the start. I knew I was going to have them strip but sucking them -I have no idea where that came from." Debbie said, "Well you've got my permission to suck Rick's cock anytime you want." "I just might have to take you up on that someday. He's got a nice one." "And if you only want a snack," Tracy said tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, "you are more than welcome to enjoy my guy's little one." "Only if I go on a diet," she said chuckling. Everyone giggled hysterically. After getting into the car, Katie drove into town and treated the ladies to another mid morning brunch. "This is getting to be a habit," Jen said. "It sure is," Tracy added. "Two days in a row. I think I'm starting to get spoiled." After the women got their pastry, fruit and coffee they socialized. It was then that everyone shared a bit about their background. Debbie was a stay-at-home mom with two boys that kept her busy and satisfied. Rick had a great job working as a civil engineer for the state and was a bit of musician. Jen talked about her roll managing one of the major jewelry stores at the nearby mall and noted that Mark worked as an accountant for an automotive company that sold several brands of cars. Tracy, normally bubbly and outspoken remained quiet, listening to everyone while picking at her food. Katie wondered why she didn't want to talk about her and Tim. Breaking the temporary silence Katie told everyone that she worked part-time in marketing and her husband managed and consulted for a major physical therapy chain. Eventually Debbie asked about Tracy what Tim did and she immediately broke down sobbing. After gaining her composure she talked about their financial woes, how Tim had lost his job in the HVAC industry, his injury after losing medical insurance that ravaged their savings and retirement, and his inability to find anything more than temporary, low-paying work that didn't meet their basic needs. "To put it lightly we are both stressed and we've lost most everything. Even with me working as a bank teller we can't earn enough to get by. Our savings is about gone. But," she added, changing the subject, "meeting all of you and being introduced to this lifestyle has been a godsend. I can't thank you enough, Katie, for your openness and generosity and for you girls for befriending me." Katie, feeling a special bond with this beautiful woman excused herself from the table and embraced her warmly. The others did likewise, expressing their sympathy and support. "We are here for you and I will not let you fall too far," she added. "Tracy didn't understand the full ramifications of her comment but thanked her and the other beauties seated for their support and concern. Two hours later, Katie turned the conversation back to the day ahead. "I want to take you girls on a shopping spree. Even though I know where we are going, and do have a few things that you must get, what you end up purchasing will be your choice as I want you to be happy with it. Just know that I'm paying. It's my treat." Everyone but Tracy objected but Katie reassured them that this was something she really wanted to do. She explained how pleased she was having been able to introduce three couples to the femdom lifestyle and, in the process, formed friendships with three wonderful women. The objections to her gratitude quickly subsided and the girls headed off to Delilah's, an adult gifts and novelty hotspot located not too far away. Pulling in to the parking lot Katie asked if they'd each select a sexy outfit to wear tonight select both a strapon harness and a dildo to go with it. "Excuse me," Debbie said shyly, "I don't know how I feel about using a strapon on my husband." Jennifer agreed, "I was thinking the same thing." Tracy looked at them with an odd expression. "Oh come on girls, we're just having some fun." "I understand your apprehensions, but whether or not you choose to ever use it, there's nothing like seeing his expression when you put one on and he realizes what you might do. Their expression is always a picture of complete submission. Even if you never use it but pull it out every few months, he will give you that same 'ut oh' look. I love that look. It's the look of a submissive. It's the best." They all laughed uncontrollably. Katie explained that there would be no pressure or expectation to fuck their husband's ass tonight. All she requested was that they be open to the possibility and realize that real power has more to do with the confidence they demonstrate than the extent of their kinkiness. "Just as I impulsively sucked on all three of your husband's cocks without asking you, I did it to send a message. I wanted all of you to understand something. What do you think the message was?" Debbie answered, her statement verbalized more as a question. "That you're the one who's really in charge." She said, the inflection of her statement rising in pitch. "That's right. Now I know I'm not. I know you are responsible for your husband but the impression that I left you and I know I left your man will linger. And, to be frank, I like you thinking of me that way." She smiled. Jen squeezed her arm. "What you did worked. That's for sure. I know I thought, "Who is this woman acting so freely with my husband and has the gall to do it right in front of me?"" "And you were paralyzed to do anything to stop me weren't you?" Not waiting for her response Katie added, "you felt paralyzed because I did it with such confidence. That's what I want you girls to understand. I want you to ooze confidence in every situation even you feel unsure. That's what a leader does." Debbie said, "I don't know that I can do that." "Neither could I when I first accepted Ken as my submissive. It took me months. But, I never had a role model to guide me either, and that's what I hope I can be for you. I don't want to tell you how your husband needs to submit because you all have different needs and different leadership styles, but I want to be there for you and I hope that you can be there for me, supporting and encouraging." A tear pricked the corner of Jen's eye. "You're going to make me cry. I feel like you've become a second mother to me." "Me too," said Deb. "I feel a special kinship with you Mistress Katie," Tracy added. "I love you." She said with sincerity. "I love all of you too." The girls sat quietly, deep in thought as they considered Katie's words. "How about we have a little fun before we go shopping?" "What do you have in mind?" Jen asked. "I think we should make the guys all 'get it up and keep it hard'. It will be a nice remote training session." "Can I write the text?" Tracy asked. "I have an idea." The girls all agreed and waited for her to forward the text to their cells before they passed it on to their husbands. "This is so good Tracy," Deb stated. "I love it." "So do I." "So do I," Tracy, said quietly. "So do I.?" Katie kept her comments to herself but thought the text was perfect indeed. "I would have paired them up just as she did," she thought. "This woman is bone of my bones." Forty-five minutes later the ladies exited, each carrying a single package. Collectively they decided that the negligee choices were too cheaply made but they sure had a fantastic time modeling several of the skimpy outfits. Even the store clerk and other patrons stopped their shopping to admire these beauties when they stepped out of the changing room and into the store to show off their legs, breasts, hips and figures to their friends amidst accompanying giggles and applause. Each woman's figure was the envy of others. Tracy was voted the hands-down bombshell but the petite and perky blonde Jennifer looked equally sultry in her maroon nightie. Debbie and Katie both drew rave reviews from the others when modeling their pink teddy's and thong panties. Once back in the car Jen was the first to pull out her strapon and assemble the dildo appendage. All four purchased a top-of-the-line Joque harness. Not only had it received great reviews online but the store manager, a sexy black woman in her early 30's, raved about the comfort and security the harness provided when she impaled her bull of a man, something she said she did often. Whether or not her tales were true couldn't be verified, but after each tried on the floor model harness and compared it with the other leather and vinyl designs, each agreed this was the most comfortable and made them feel both sexy and powerful, especially when they felt the weight of a nice dong bobbing around in front. While Jennifer was slipping in the lavender Tantus dildo Tracy assembled her enormous Doc Johnson 12-inch cock complete with massive balls. She spotted it almost immediately while browsing the store inventory. The fact that it had been molded from the very cock of a black porn star sealed the deal for her. She made the comment that this cock could literally eat Tim's for lunch and it of course; it drew laughs and giggles from all of the other women. "Let me see yours," Tracy said to Debbie. Pulling it out and fitting it into the two-inch retaining ring she said, "It's exactly like Jens. I didn't want to get something so big that it would hurt Rick. "I think Rick's own cock is bigger than that thing," Katie said eyeing her in the rearview mirror. "Oh, I know it is but I was still afraid of getting something that would cause damage to my beautiful husband's pretty ass." "Well, I'm not," said Tracy running her finger down the thick vein on the underside of the molded monster. Personally I'd love to find a real one like this. Doesn't it look absolutely delicious?" "It sure does! Can I see it?" Asked Jen turning around to look at it. "Sure, have at it!" Just then, their car drew alongside another just as Jennifer held the black cock up proudly. A middle-aged woman driving beside them looked and then looked again just as Jen swallowed as much of the massive prick as she could. The cock was so thick that it filled her entire mouth. Katie slowed her speed while Jen plunged the cock in and out giving it a virtual blow job. The appendage was indeed more than she could handle but she temporarily lost herself in the act of swallowing the massive appendage. The woman stared at first and then burst into laughter giving her a thumbs-up. Everyone laughed uncontrollably. Katie's eyes started tearing she was so taken by Jen's show and the woman's sign of approval. "Another, Domme," Jen commented, pointing to the average looking woman who had just approved of her action. "Yea, right," Deb said. "No way." "Men are so easy," said Tracy still giggling. "What do you mean?" Ask Katie. "You know exactly what I mean." "Appease me." "Okay. I'll give you one example. If I wear a T-shirt that is tight fitting with no bra underneath I could get a man's attention immediately anytime I wanted." "That's because you have boobs we all wish we had. They're big and beautiful," Katie said. "They're just big, that's all. It's not any of my doing." "But you obviously know how to make the most of them," she replied, meeting her eye in the mirror. Tracy smiled knowingly, "I'm not stupid and like you said, a girl has got to do what a girl has to do sometimes to get what she wants." "And what is that?" Katie asked. "What I want at the time," she said coyly. "I think we are peas from the same pod, Tracy" "We just might be." Debbie jumped into the conversation, "I can get Rick's attention even if I have a bra on. All I need to do is unbutton one too many buttons and reveal a little more cleavage. "If I wear a short skirt I can make Mark do almost anything. He is so easy when I show him some leg." The conversation paused momentarily. "Come on Katie, it's your turn," said Jen. Katie thought for a moment. "Okay, here's one: If I call Kenny my sub or my slave I can make his cock stand at attention within five seconds." "You are lucky too. He has an impressive one," Tracy added. "He does indeed." The Cabin Ch. 09 Jen turned and looked at Debbie who was sitting behind Katie. "Your turn Deb." "If I wear a pretty nightie, Rick will want to have sex with me every time." Tracy said, "If I wear my spandex workout shorts that cling to my pussy and ass crack I can get twenty guys to stare at my pussy or ass within twenty minutes. I've even done it on purpose just to have fun. It works every time." The girls burst into laughter, Jen noted that she knew exactly what she meant and felt disgusted when old guys looked at her with 'that' look. Debbie echoed her comment saying she thought that every man was a lecher. Katie reminded them all the power they all held when they used their sexuality to their advantage. "I know I already took my turn but" Tracy said. "I love to use my girls." She cupped both of her breasts fondling her enormous orbs. It wasn't that she had 44 D's but on her slender torso her 36's sure drew the eye of almost everyone, male and female like. "You do have quite a set of tits," Jen said admiring them. "What are they 38's.? "36's" "Oh they are not! I've got 36's," Said Deb. "OK, they are double D's. My body is just thin. Well," she said fessing up. "Actually they are almost triple D's. They keep wanting to fall out of my double D bras." Katie said, "Oh my god girl, you are so lucky. They're beautiful I wish I had them." "You can't." Tracy teased. "They are all mine." "I almost groped you the other day. When we were all together. I could barely keep myself from walking over and pushing Jen out of the way just so I could suck on them." "You should have. I love to watch my tits being sucked. It turns me on." Jen looked at Katie surprised at her comment. "Are you bisexual? She asked. "No. But I do think a woman's body is a beautiful piece of work and Tracy, you have to admit, is one that's absolutely perfect." "And mine isn't?" Jen said with a pouty face. "I didn't say yours wasn't. All I said was Tracy's is. Are you trying to push me into a corner?" Katie said smiling brightly. "I think we are all perfect." "That's right, Debbie, we all are," said Tracy. "Katie, can I see the cock that you got?" Asked Debbie. Katie passed the black bag over her shoulder. "Mind if I put yours together?" "Not at all." Katie had selected a cock somewhere between the size of Jim and Debbie smaller nondescript ones and Tracy's monstrous molded one. She chose one that was also molded but not quite as thick or large. After Debbie had slipped the Caucasian stiffy threw the retaining ring Tracy grabbed it and held the two harnesses side-by-side. "I think you should go first Katie and then I can finish him off." "So who goes first? Jen asked "Debbie and I have ones that are the same size." "First we got to find a man," said Debbie. "You really don't want to use this on Tim do you? She said wide-eyed "I might. I really didn't think about it. I just like the look of this thing. Personally, I'd like to find the man they molded it from and let him use the real thing on me." "Tracy! You're married." "I know I am. But I'm a domme. Can't a domme have a little fun every now and then?" "You're getting us onto a heavy conversation Tracy. I think we need to keep it light and just have fun," Jenny said. Just then Tracy's cell rang and shortly after she giggled. "What's so funny?" Deb asked, leaning over to look at her message. A moment later she said, "Oh my god!" She gasped. "I can't believe you wrote this. OK girls listen to this. Is it ok if I read this?" She asked Trace. "Sure." "What?" Jen asked. "Read it!" "OK, so Tracy told Tim this: Tell me how it felt to have your cock stroked and how it felt to rub his." They all burst into laughter. "OK. OK, here's what he wrote. His is huge and I think mine felt like a kids in his hand." They laughed once more. This time uncontrollably. "Ladies, I hate to interrupt your fun," Katie said through giggles and gasps, "but we are at one of my favorite stores. The store has the most beautiful nightwear and clubwear. You are not allowed to leave without picking out something that is completely jaw-dropping. Let's go have some more fun." The girls entered the store still unable to control their hysterical laughter. Tracy had really crossed the line this time.