The morning is cool and crisp with a definite chill in the air as He loads their bags in the trunk of the car. His eyes twinkle as He opens the car door for her and helps her into the car. "Ready Love?" She smiles up at Him and nods her head and gives Him a sly wink.
They make a quick stop at a convenience store for a cup of coffee for the road and then they head out. Conversation is easy; they speak of the everyday events that make up their lives as they head toward the mountains. He reaches over and takes her hand, twining His fingers with hers and winks, "I do think we should make one stop this morning." She glances at him from beneath lowered lashes and wonders what is in His mind. She knows they packed plenty of supplies for this long weekend; certainly they need no more food. She also knows He would not have left the house without packing His rope and various toys. However she merely looks up at Him and smiles, knowing she will find out soon enough.
Then, as she begins to pay attention to the streets they are traveling, she realizes where He is heading. He squeezes her hand and laughs, knowing without a word spoken that she just realized where He was headed. She tilts her head back and laughs a seductive and girlish laugh and then winks at Him.
He pulls into the parking lot and gets out, coming around to open her door. As she gets out of the car, He takes her hand and they walk into the store. She feels the blush creeping up her neck and onto her face. He smiles gently at her, amazed and delighted that she still can blush and yet He knows what she is capable of and how quickly the blush will disappear when they are alone and He is ravishing her body.
There were several men in the store browsing, and she felt as if she had become the center of attention. He smiled and squeezed her hand and whispered in her ear "Every one of them is probably wishing you were with them you know." Her blush deepened, and she smiled softly at Him and whispered back, "I rather doubt that. Your eyes see into me with love and knowledge; they only see the shell of me." He caressed her face and she thought she would melt into a puddle right there on the floor.
They began browsing, whispering about various toys they saw. He selected some new nipple clamps, a vibrating egg with a remote, and then led her to the dildos. Again she felt herself blush as He instructed her to select one. He whispered to her what fun they would have and she laughed up at Him, forgetting the others as she looked into His eyes.
They paid for their purchases and left. The scenery was beautiful as they drove; the leaves were at their peak, vibrant rich colors. They stopped at a little place in the quaint village nearest their cabin and enjoyed a lunch. He made her feel so young and beautiful as He flirted with her like she was a young girl again. As He whispers His plans to tie her up and tease her, she feels the heat of desire for Him course through her body.
They leave and travel the last few miles to the cabin in the bright sunshine of an autumn day. Once at the cabin, they unpack the car and carry their things inside. She puts the groceries away as He builds a fire. After getting the fire going, He opens a bottle of wine and they sit together in front of the fire. His fingers toy with the buttons on her blouse as they sip their wine. Slowly He undoes her blouse to reveal her full breasts encased in silk. His fingers caress the flesh and she feels her nipples respond, aching for His touch. He takes her wine glass and sets it to the side as He begins to undress her slowly.
His hands and mouth tease her, arouse her. He watches her eyes darken with arousal and smiles, before He kisses her and reaches for the coil of rope. She is not sure how she ends up laying naked on the bearskin rug, but she feels the soft fur against her skin and she feels the denim of His jeans against her legs. She reaches her hands up around His neck as the kiss deepens. He runs His fingers through her hair, down her neck to her shoulders. His hands travel the length of her arms and He grasps her wrists, pulling her hands free. She sighs into His mouth and He lifts His head smiling at her. He raises her arms above her head and quickly binds them together. His hands roam over her body, arousing her, teasing her as she lies there softly moaning. He nudges her legs apart and feels her wetness as she pushes against His fingers.
He moves back and spreads her legs wider, bending them at the knees, allowing Him access to her lovely ass. He then ties them securely to the legs of the sofa. She is immobile now, there for pleasure, and it is His right and privilege to determine how this will play out. This is how it is between them. He is Master, she is slave and it fulfills them both and excites them beyond measure.
The daylight has by now faded, and He leaves her for a few minutes, moving around the cabin and lighting oil lamps and candles. The flames from the fire cast lovely shadows in the room over her. The scents of wood burning fill the air. Soon she smells the lovely scent of apple pie. He has lighted scented candles. When He returns to her, she smiles at Him. Softly, He touches her face and then slips a blindfold over her eyes. He touches her pussy and feels that she is still wet with arousal.
He picks up a candle and begins dripping the wax over her body. It drips over her breasts encasing her erect nipples in wax. She moans and mewls with it. He listens to her gasp at that first searing touch of wax on her skin and then her moans of arousal. Slowly, He covers both her breasts in the hot wax and begins to trail it down over her stomach. Her body is a canvas and He is the artist creating.
