Sara pulled to the side of the road. The sound coming from the front of her car was familiar, but she thought the transmission had been repaired. "Naturally," she thought as she looked around, "in the middle of nowhere!" She tried her cell and, of course, it, too, was dead. "OK, now what?" she thought.
Sara was a real estate agent and was returning from a successful appointment. Mr and Mrs Franklin were listing their beautiful home, as soon as she could get the paperwork taken care of. Again, she scanned the landscape. One cabin set back in the grove of trees was all she could see.
"OK, well, I don't seem to have any choices." she said to herself as she got out of the car and started to walk toward the cabin. "It's a nice little cabin, maybe the owner's will want to sell." she thought with a laugh.
Sara was 45 and had been divorced for 6 years. She was a lovely woman with reddish blonde hair, green eyes and a shapely figure accentuated by her large, full bust. She was dressed in khaki slacks, a pale pink v-neck sweater with a navy blue blazer.
She wasn't exactly dressed for a cross country jaunt, but she carefully headed toward the cabin. She could see the glare of a lamp in one window which only served to remind her that it was getting dark. She was not comfortable and would certainly be relieved when she arrived home.
She knocked on the door. A man's voice from within called, "Come in." His voice was deep and her insides nearly vibrated with it's intensity. She gingerly clasped the knob, turned and pushed.
Cautiously, she took a step inside, "Hello?" She said as she took another step into the cozy cabin.
"Sara, I've been waiting or you. You're late." She involuntarily shivered. "Come in."
She took several more steps in toward the source of the voice. "How am I late?" she asked quietly.
He did not reply. Finally, he stood. Across the room, her eyes beheld a tall, dark man about 55, she guessed. Without words, he willed her to come closer to him and she complied. She stopped and stood immediately in front of him, and their eyes met. He held her gaze for several minutes in silence.
Finally he spoke, "You are late. Go in the room and get dressed appropriately." Without a word, she did as she was directed. As though she knew the cabin's layout, she walked back the hallway to the room on the right. There, on the bed, she found the clothes he expected her to dawn. She quickly removed her clothing and hung it on the hangers provided. There was a leather halter that lifted and squeezed her large breasts while leaving them open to the air. She put it on. It fit like it had been designed for her. Her breasts were squeezed forward and up and looked remarkable in the mirror. The feel of the rough leather heightened the sensitivity of her skin, and she felt her nipples harden as electricity jolted her insides. She lifted the leather "panty". It was nothing more than a thin leather strand around her ample waist with another thicker strand of leather designed to pass thru the crotch. It had several "mounds" of various sizes attached to the inside. When she put it on, she found that these mounds applied direct pressure to her clitoris and asshole in different angles depending upon her movement. She looked quickly in the mirror and was amazed at her reflection. She kept her black heels on just to keep her feet warm.
She walked back out to the living room, already responding to the rubbing provided against her sensitive places.
"Sara, I can see you like your clothes. They fit you well, yes?"
"Yes sir," she replied and received a quick, light smack across her exposed breasts.
"You may no longer talk. You nod only, is that clear?"
She nodded shyly, her face flushing with heat and color. "Yes," he smiled, "I know. You have waited a long time for this." He took her hand." Now let me show you around. He showed her to the kitchen, the bathroom, the other bedroom, and even the basement. All the time, the mounds attacked her clit and asshole. With every step, the pressure seemed more intense. Finally, they were back in the living room. Her reached out and tweaked her nipples. "You really do have lovely breasts, Sara. Do you want some nipple clips?" He asked. Her face flushed. "Yes, I thought so. In your room, in the top drawer, you will find several clips and other jewelery from which to choose. Go and pick what you want and bring it to me."
She disappeared into the room, opened the drawer, chose some clips from those there and returned to the living room. "Good choice, Sara." He kissed each nipple tenderly and pinched them till they arose to the occasion. He placed the desired clips in place. "Oh yes, very nice," he said as he twisted them some and she groaned. "Sara, you are quite ravishing, you know." He cupped her breasts, intentionally tweaking the clips several more times. He kissed her for the first time, deeply, his tongue bursting thru her lips and stretching deeply into her mouth. She tried to press herself against him, but he refused. He used one hand to force her legs apart, and with the other reached down to her hot hole and found it soaking. He smiled gently at her. From his pocket, her pulled a chain which he deftly attached to the nipple rings. The weight of the chain pulled on the clips sending shivers of pain and delight down to her heat center.
"Sara, we are having a guest after supper, so I'd like you to prepare something for dessert. You'll find ample supplies in the kitchen. Remember, the only two rules here are, first, you may not speak, and secondly, you may not touch yourself in any way. Go and have fun in the kitchen.
The rubbing in her crotch was starting to make her crazy. She tried with her legs to manipulate it to bring herself to climax, but was unsuccessful. She tried to concentrate on dessert. Her arms and hands kept hitting the nipple clips and each bump sent another jolt thru her body, but she managed a simple cake.
There was a knock at the door. Sara assumed it was the guest to which he reffered. She figured to stay in the kitchen busying herself with dessert.
