CHAPTER 3: Cori's Playground
Twenty minutes later, Chad had Cori on a reclining lawn chair like you would find at a pool or beach. He had taken off her gloves and untied her breasts and all she wore was the cat collar and ears. He had dried her off with a beach towel and placed another under her on the chair.
"The sun will feel good," he said. "I know you're sore. Let the sun make you feel better. I'm going to clean out the truck and prepare a couple of things. Don't worry, no one comes around here. It's just you and me all weekend. Hmm, but I do want to make sure you stay put and let that sun do its work."
He placed her arms on the arm rests and used leather belts to secure her wrists to the arm rests and her legs to the bottom of the chair. Then he took her bikini top, put the cloth under her breasts and pulled it up, squeezing her tits together as he tied the top tightly behind her neck. The cloth didn't cover any of her breasts, it was all underneath, pushing them up and together. Then, he wedged a tall, cold glass between her breasts, slapping a piece of duct tape across it to hold it in place. He filled the glass with a pina colada and stuck a long straw in it, placing it at her lips.
"Gotta have a little drink on a nice sunny day like this," he smiled. "Plus, a bit of alcohol will help loosen you up and help you not feel so sore. So, drink up and relax."
He put her sunglasses on her and watched her sip the cold drink as she sat there, her sucking lips about the only part of her body able to move.
Cori loved being able to relax, even if she was immobile. And the sun did feel nice and it was a really good drink. She was well-fucked, sore but unharmed and now being pampered in an odd and kinky way. This whole day was surreal and she wasn't sure if she was happy, freaked out or just along for the ride. But she wasn't scared any more. And she wasn't ashamed. She had cum hard and often. Her body didn't lie. There was something with all of this that really connected with her. Maybe Chad was right. Maybe this was what she really wanted. Not just on a kinky date night, but all the time. She supposed she would know for sure one way or the other when this crazy weekend was over. It was clear that Chad was going to stay in character and see it through to the very end. There would be no romantic cuddling in the next couple of days. Just bondage, hard fucking and kinky games. There were worse ways to spend a weekend, she thought. She wondered how many women would chastise her for being submissive and how many would want to take her place.
She sipped and watched as Chad unloaded the truck and cleaned out the back. Then he disappeared inside for a while, occasionally coming out to the barn to retrieve tools or other equipment, then go back inside. She could only imagine what he had in mind. She wondered what the cum from her coworkers was for, too. She assumed he had put it in the refrigerator or freezer. But who knew. For having all this come as a surprise to him today, it sure seemed like he had a plan. She realized he must have been fantasizing about all these things all along. When it finally became a reality, he simply took action, bringing all those kinky ideas to life.
She wondered what it must be like to have so many dark and kinky thoughts and not be able to communicate them or act them out. He bottled up so much inside. Now it was all coming out. He seemed happy, confident, his true self. It was sad that he had ever felt a need to hold that in. But she certainly understood why. Driving around town with a naked woman tied up in your truck was hardly conforming to the social norms. And it wasn't something you pitched a woman on a date or even as a pickup line at a bar. The level of trust needed was almost incomprehensible. Yet, she had expressed that to him and he had trusted her back. That was really special.
Chad came by and refilled her glass, kissing her hard on the mouth and squeezing her tits before he left again.
"Are you trying to get me drunk, master?" Cori asked, grinning.
"That's how I want you all weekend -- drunk, bound and horny," Chad said.
"Mission accomplished, master," she said. Cori had never seen Chad happier. It wasn't just the sex or her ability to turn him on. It was him being free to act and do as he pleased. Absolutely free. No judgements, no consequences, no resistance or accusations. Cori knew they were pushing way past the normal line, but she also knew he had no intention of hurting her. Dominating, humiliating, exposing and using -- yes, yes, yes and yes. But harming? Abusing? No and no. The line was thin and many would say he crossed it, but Cori was seeing this for what it was. Chad's ultimate dream coming to life. It turned her on and, frankly, she was proud to be part of it.
Now, that didn't erase the apprehension of what might come next, how much some of the bondage or fucking might hurt, who might see her. It was all very intimidating and scary, but in the way that a good haunted house or thrill ride is -- it was an exciting sort of fear, not a fear based on genuine peril.
As she neared the end of the second drink, her head began to spin. She had eaten very little and carried very little extra weight, so it didn't take a lot of alcohol for her to start the feel the effects. Chad approached and she looked up at him, glassy-eyed.
"My little pet is drunk I think," he smiled. "And I know when you get drunk you get horny. Are you horny, pet?"
"Fuck, yes," Cori said, slurring her speech. Her eyes dropped to his crotch.
"You forgot something," he said sternly.
Cori looked at him blankly. Then it clicked. "Master," she said. "Fuck yes, master. Will you please fuck me?"
"I've got lots and lots of cock for you," Chad said. He bent down and started untying her.
"Lots of cock?" Cori said, groggily. "Yum! But all I need is yours, master."
"That's true," Chad said. "But this is going to be a fun show for me. I'm going to watch you. Then, when I'm ready, I will fuck you, hard and deep, the way you need it."
