My Cabin

I've dreamt again of Manderley, I would think sometimes upon waking alone in bed, thighs damp, hair loosed from my bun. I'd breathe deeply, disappointed not to be waking at that vacation house in those peaceful dark woods.

My sanctuary. My hideout when cursed with writer's block. My secluded Colorado cabin like Annie's, but my hostages are always willing. I'm glad you appreciate my dark humor.

I hope memories of our explorations haunt you nightly. Oh how we explored it all - every fetish and desire. You were the best and worst thing to ever happen to me.

"We never cease wanting what we want, whether it's good for us or not."

I read that somewhere. It embodies us.

You unlocked a monster inside of me. That monster won when you accepted my invitation to visit me there - at that place where I go to be alone with my ghosts and write in peace. I didn't think you'd accept my terms. I didn't think you'd volunteer to feed that dark side of me.

You've never feared me though, not really. Part of you ached for that dark version of me. Unleashed, unreserved, unrestrained, uninhibited. My Tyler Durden, my John Shooter.

You craved my fist in your hair, flat palm on your ass, the burn of rope, the whoosh-snap of a flogger. We were addicted to that intense, overwhelming pleasure that accompanies pain.

Right up until you knocked on my door, I had doubts you'd follow through.

"Still want to do this?" I asked you immediately. I sensed the slightest bit of hesitation.

I wasn't going to let you inside until you responded. This question needed to be answered while heads were still clear, not intoxicated with lust.

Crickets and frogs filled the silence between us as evening arrived. Fireflies floated in the undergrowth. The horizon shone pink.

"Yes, absolutely goddess." Your confidence eased my racing mind.

"Strip." Tonight was not about niceties.

You obediently removed your clothes, folding them and placing them on top of your suitcase.

"Leave it all out here." I stepped aside, allowing you to enter. We left all of your belongings on the front porch.

There are times for playfulness and gentleness, for fun and teasing, but that night was different. Maybe it was the house. My sanctuary. My hideout when cursed with writer's block. My secluded Colorado cabin that you traveled to willingly.

"Nadu," I said softly before you were hardly more than a few steps inside the front door.

The word immediately triggered your legs to buckle. You left your hesitation on the porch with your belongings. Your perfect position, your eagerness, your focus made my core start to warm, my heart start to race.

I knew in that moment you were completely mine that night. We had agreed on a safe word, but I knew you wouldn't use it. I knew I would push you - never more than you can handle - but further than ever before.

After admiring my naked, obedient slave on his knees in my foyer for a moment more, I removed multiple bundles of neatly-bound rope from the entry closet. It wasn't playful, pretty colors. It wasn't sleek, sexy black. It was brown. Brown rugged rope. Functional. Appropriate for a rural cabin.

Rural. The word bounced around in my head. You trust me so much. You knew the nearest neighbors were too far away to hear you scream.

I knelt beside you, organizing and loosening the rope, utterly unhurried. Without saying anything, I coaxed your arms behind your back and started binding your wrists. Gently, expertly I continued up your arms, bringing your elbows together.

"Stay." I left you alone - nude, kneeling, and bound. I took my time changing my outfit, swapping jeans and a sweater for a black mesh bodysuit. I unbound my hair, running my fingers through the fiery waves.

When I finished, I watched you from the doorway. You sensed my presence and couldn't resist a glance. I looked pointedly at your erection.

"I haven't hardly touched you." You drew in a breath, but didn't offer a reply as I crossed the room to you. "You know earning an orgasm tonight isn't going to be easy."

Planting my heel between your legs, I lifted my toes to fondle your vulnerable, dangling balls. You tensed. The power I have over you is intoxicating. I gripped your hair, tilting your head up to look at me. Your eyes flitted to my pussy before returning to my face. You subconsciously wetted your lips.

"Ask nicely."

"Please. Please, goddess, let me taste you."

I positioned myself in front of you, legs spread wide. When your head darted forward, I held you tightly by the hair so that only the tip of your tongue could reach. You lapped desperately at my growing wetness.

When my grip loosened, you dove towards me, pressing yourself against the apex of my thighs. Your mouth consumed me greedily and I had to remind myself of my plan to make you wait. When I stepped backwards, you nearly fell forward.

We shared a knowing smile, both a little breathless.

Your hungry eyes followed me to the kitchen where I poured myself a glass of wine. I picked up my phone while I took the first sip. After my playlist started, I crossed the room to a chair, resisting looking your way even though I wanted to observe your reaction to being ignored.

Only after I settled into the comfy chair and exchanged my wine glass for a vibrator, did I look at you again. Your mouth was parted slightly as if you wanted to say something. You shifted uncomfortably on your knees, unable to do anything about your growing arousal with your arms bound.

I pressed the toy firmly against my clit, moaning softly as the vibrations carried me quickly towards climax. Your eager mouth had already brought be close. This was about a quick release, not a long show. An orgasm by my, for me, only me. An orgasm to enforce whose pleasure we were focused on that night and who was in control.

You watched intently as my body shuddered, pleasure ripping through my core. I pumped the toy inside me slowly as I rode the final waves, coating it in arousal. I took a sip of wine before bringing it to you, to your mouth. You licked it clean.

"Good boy." But I wasn't finished.

I pressed it to your lips and as your mouth opened, I pushed it further, deeper. Reluctance flashed in your face, but I encouraged you gently, not stopping the slow insertion until you gagged. I retreated slightly to allow you time to get used to a long phallic shaped object in your mouth.

I praised you as I probed your throat. You relaxed, allowing me to fuck your drooling mouth harder. Your erection grew with undeniable arousal.

"Anything I want tonight, right?" You nodded eagerly in response and muttered around the toy. I removed my vibrator and untied you, placing everything on the table and picking up my next torture device. Your expression begged "no" but you knew a chastity cage would be coming.

"Help yourself to a drink of water." After you stood, I gripped your cock firmly. "And get this under control or it isn't going to fit in the cage."

"Yes, goddess." I returned to my chair and my wine while you shook out your stiff arms and tried to think of anything that would make your dick shrink back down.

"Stool." You positioned yourself in front of my chair, shins and forearms on the floor, back straight so I could use you as a footstool while I checked messages. You'd been practicing your slave positions daily.

"Attention." I continued testing you. When you stood in front of me, feet together, arms at your side, I noticed your semi-hardon might just fit in the cage. A moan escaped from deep in your chest as I manipulated you into the steel. Even the harsh touch of my hands left you wanting more.

"Good boy." But I wasn't finished.

I wrapped a leather strap around the base of your balls, buckling tight. After hooking a leash to your ball stretcher, I tugged gently and led you to my bedroom. I directed you to lay in the middle of the bed on your back while I gathered supplies.

I propped a pillow beneath your hips to provide better access and another pillow behind your head so I could watch your face. I lubricated a gloved finger then pressed it to your puckered hole. I felt you relax after a deep breath, allowing me easy entry. When I added a second finger, you looked up at the ceiling.

"Eyes here," I reminded you. You obeyed quickly and didn't look away again as I stretched your ass. Slowly and methodically, my fingers loosened you. Three fingers made you squirm. When my pinky teased your entrance, you whimpered. I let you adjust then continued pushing all four fingers inside you to my knuckles.

"Half my hand is inside you. One of these days it'll be my entire fist," I told you matter of factly. You nodded in agreement. But not tonight. Tonight I wanted to use my new strapon. We both knelt on the bed facing my mirrored armoire.

"You're going to watch yourself get fucked." I gripped your hips, watching your face in the mirror. You were flushed with arousal and vulnerability. You barely wrinkled your eyebrows as I pushed inside you. Your ass was so ready after my fingers, you took the full length of the strapon easily. I thrusted harder and harder, faster and faster. We were both sweaty when I slowed and withdrew. Your relief turned to fear when I revealed the inflatable butt plug, which slipped inside easily.

"I'm going to keep inflating this until you make me cum. Lay down."

I straddled your face after you laid down and you immediately started begging to put your mouth on me. After I granted you permission, your tongue and lips explored my pussy. I tugged the leash attached to your balls to slow you down.

I set the pace, grinding against your face. I reached behind to grip your hair, tilting your head back as I rolled my hips to give you access to my ass. You obediently flattened your tongue against my hole, pleasuring every inch of me while I pumped the toy inside you. My orgasm was imminent when your mouth returned to my clit. I pressed into your mouth, craving the friction.

As I came on your tongue, I pumped the plug again and you groaned. I rolled off you to uncage your cock, unleash your balls. I stroked you as I tugged on the inflated plug, which sat firmly inside you.

Your cock grew despite the plug stretching you. The plug would peek out just a bit and then I'd let it go, swallowed back up by your greedy ass. I pulled more and more of the bulbous toy out, but you were too consumed by the steady motion of my hand on your dick. I swirled the precum around the tip.

Hearing you start to beg made my core clench in the most delicious way. I was going to need to cum again, but it was your turn. You'd earned it. "Ask nicely one more time."

Your body tensed, trying not to cum without permission.

"Cum for me," was your undoing. I yanked hard on the plug, which plopped out as your cock convulsed. We lay in companionable silence for a moment before I got up to run a bath while you started to doze, exhausted.