She shifted in the loose hogtie her Master had placed her in in the back seat of his car, feeling the blanket he had thrown over her to hide the nakedness from any who might be able to see into the back seat, shifting against her pale skin. She sucked happily on the short penis gag that he had locked in place, listening to him hum to the radio as he drove. She didn't know where they were going, but she trusted her Master implicitly.
They had been in the car a long time. It had been dark when they had left the house that morning, but now she could see sunlight around the edges of her blindfold. She shifted again, trying in vain to slip the large plug in her ass to a more comfortable position. She whimpered as the rope tied tightly between her legs rubbed against her raw clit and bruised pussy, remembering the punishment she had received just the night before.
She had failed her Master, cumming without permission, and he had punished her pussy for her failings. He had tied her down and cropped her delicate lips until she had nearly passed out. Then he had tied the crotch rope before binding her to the spanking bench and claiming her ass. He had left her there for the night, only releasing her to load her into the car.
Her Master could be harsh, but she needed it, craved it.
The punishment and was something she had always craved, even as a child. Her parents had not been that strict, but the private school they had sent her to when she was a teenager was. She had lost count of the corporal punishments she had received for minor infractions to the schools' rules. She was eighteen when she had her first orgasm during a punishment.
Mr. Julius Sparks, her chemistry teacher, had not failed to notice, and it seemed to anger him even more. He had used his tie to bind her hands and spanked her until she was begging him to fuck her. He had obliged, giving her her first bondage experience. A week later she was calling him Master, and at the end of the school year, she had moved in with him.
Her parents had objected at first, as any parent would. He was eight years her senior, but there was no arguing that he had made a positive impact on her life.
She was more focused and dedicated than she had ever been, and to outsiders, theirs was a normal loving relationship, but when they were home alone, everything was different. He was her Master, and she was his willing slave, ready to obey his every order.
She moaned again and felt his hand on her head.
"We're almost there, slut, just a little further."
It wasn't long before she heard the road noise change, and the ride grew rougher as her Maser turned onto a gravel road.
It was maybe another twenty minutes before the car finally stopped. She heard the Master get out and fidgeted impatiently, moaning again at the pain it brought. She could hear her Master taking and another voice responding. Then the door opened, and the sheet was pulled away. She heard a whistle of appreciation, followed by a voice that didn't belong to her Master.
"A pretty little Slut."
"I've always thought so." That was her Master.
She felt a hand caress her ass. "Why the bruises?"
"The slut was a very, bad girl."
"I see. Do you want the orderlies to bring her to your cabin?"
"I can do that. Just show me the way."
The Slave was released from the hogtie and lifted into the familiar arms of her Master. Her wrists and ankles were still bound, and she smiled behind the gag, nuzzling her Master's neck. She could hear the gravel crunch under his shoes and the birdsong surrounding them. She could also faintly smell wood smoke, rubber, and leather.
It wasn't a long walk before she heard a door open. She was set on a soft surface and instinctively curled into a ball, listening as her Master was given a tour of what sounded like a hotel room.
"This is one of our higher end suites. The bathroom includes a rainforest shower head and a jacuzzi bath. Housekeeping will come once a day. You will find a selection of restraints and toys in the closet in the bedroom. There are multiple planned activities on this schedule and a list of rules we will expect you and your slave to follow on the back.
"Meals will be served in the dining hall at 8 o'clock, noon and 7 o'clock respectively. One of our porters will bring up your luggage shortly. In the meantime, I suggest you settle in and get acquainted with the grounds. The rest of our guests are due to arrive in the next few hours. If you require anything, you may ask any member of staff."
"Thank you," the Master said.
The door opened and closed again and the Slave waited patiently as she listened to her Master explore the room. She jumped when she felt his hand brush her cheek.
"Are you thirsty, my slut?"
She nodded, wincing as he helped her sit, putting pressure on both the plug and her swollen lips. She felt as he fumbled with the lock and whimpered as he pulled the penis gag out of her willing mouth. He slipped off the blindfold, and she squinted against the bright light, letting her eyes adjust before looking around the room.
It looked like they were in a mountain cabin with polished wooden walls. A small sofa sat in front of a tv, currently showing a roaring fire. There was a wooden coffee table, a small kitchenette, and a shelf lined with books. And everywhere she looked she could see eye hooks buried in the stout timber. On walls, beams, and even the furniture.
She looked up as her master came from the kitchen, carrying a glass of water. He was a tall man, with dark brown hair and piercing green eyes. He was wearing a pair of grey slacks and a dark blue polo. She felt herself grow wetter as he crouched in front of her, holding the glass to her lips so she could drink.
He smiled softly as he pulled it away.
"How are you feeling, slut?"
"Sore, Master."
"And whose fault is that?"
"Mine, Master."
"That's right, my little slut. Why were you punished?"
"For cumming without permission, Master."
"And have you learned your lesson, Slut?"
She nodded, refusing to meet his gaze. He lifted her chin. "Say it, Slut!"
"Yes, Master, I have learned my lesson."
