The silence in the car was stifling as they drove up the mountain roads. Kara felt as though she might choke on everything that was unsaid. The arrangement had been that everything would take place at the cabin. Nothing before, nothing after, a 'what happens in Vegas' type of agreement. But nothing had been said about the trip there. She didn't quite know what she had been expecting from the journey. She'd been so focused on what they were planning once they'd gotten there, that she never considered that the trip would be anything other than loving or, at the very least, friendly. As the car climbed the winding roads, however, he couldn't have felt more alien to her.
Kara shifted in her seat, not sure what to do with her hands or where to look. Up until now, their desires had been held only in talk, emails, and dreams. Their physical contact, however, had been limited to the occasional hug, high five or secret brush of a wandering hand. Each touch, each stolen moment had brought a rush of joy and excitement to her. The idea of being able to finally openly caress each curve of his face, to be held lovingly in his strong arms, to feel his desire for her was all that had kept her going for months.
There was no point in dwelling on the reasons behind their current circumstances. They were unavoidable and unchangeable. Not that they would change them if they could. They loved their respective lives, even if it meant keeping the more unconventional side of themselves under wraps.
This weekend, however, promised to be a time when they were going to able to be their true selves, if only for a few days. They had discussed everything down to the last detail, not wanting to waste any of their valuable time together. Between notes of love and longing for each other, they had outlined every rule, every expectation, every wandering thought. There were some basics that were cornerstones in any BDSM situation such as names for each other, safe words and basic positions. Then there were the rules more specific to them. The do's and don't's, the turn-ons and things to be avoided that came with any arrangement of this type.
They had both agreed that the training period should be as brief as possible to make the most of their time. It was Kara's first time as a pet, but she had thought about it so often that she hoped she could please her Master right away. While punishment had been discussed, she was determined never to disappoint him enough to deserve it.
But, in all of their discussions, nothing had been said about the journey. The musical choice had been his and she dared not ask him to change it. It wasn't her favorite style of music, but she could tolerate it. Early on in the ride, she had placed a hopeful hand on the center console between them as he drove. It had sat there for a solid hour, itching to be held by the hand which rested on his knee. With a heavy heart, she had finally moved it back to her own lap when he didn't so much as give it a second glance. He seemed intentionally cold in his lack of eye contact, touch or even conversation. A stark contrast from the words of love, affection and admiration that had been shared over the past several months. Kara was half afraid that when they arrived at the cabin, Jack would produce a book, insist they simply read for the entirety of the weekend and that she had made all of their sweet nothings up in her own head.
Her fears only increased as they finally pulled up to the cabin high in the mountains. It was completely secluded, surrounded by nothing but trees for miles. The view was absolutely gorgeous, as he had promised, very different from the urban jungle she was used to. But as he exited the car, his demeanor didn't change as he gathered his things, heading straight into the cabin without a word. Before she knew it, he was already inside, leaving her in the car. She didn't know what to do. Should she wait for him or go inside? Had they started already and she'd missed it? She felt her heart sinking as she sat alone in the leather clad interior.
Her phone buzzed, sending a little shudder of hope and anticipation through her as she read. 'Come to the cabin door in three minutes wearing only the items discussed. Leave your other clothing neatly folded in the car. Turn off your cell phone and leave it, too. Do not disappoint me.'
With a renewed pep, she hurried to obey. Her hands shook from her nerves working on overdrive as she folded her clothes. While it was a nice day, the air was still biting as it hit her previously covered skin, causing goosebumps to rise almost immediately. With a shiver, she stood in nothing other than a lacey thong and a tight, white t-shirt. She was suddenly extremely grateful for the thick tree cover on all sides of the cabin as her tits perked to sharp peaks under the thin material.
Kara climbed the wooden steps, careful not to get a splinter. Being hurt for her Master would not be a good start. At the three minute mark, she knelt before the door. Her head was bowed, her feet spread, and her ass rested on her heels. She wished she could rub her thighs warm as the cool mountain air began to take its toll, but she kept her palms flat and still, just as he wanted.
But the seconds became minutes, the air seeming to grow colder as she sat motionless. She tried to keep track of the length of time, but lost all sense of it as the chill began to penetrate to her very bones. Soon, she began to shiver, though she tried her best to hold still. Had he forgotten about her or perhaps fallen asleep? Was this a cruel joke? But still, she didn't move, not wanting to displease her new Master, as the chill air seemed to blow right through her.
