Prologue
Two Weeks Earlier...
"I like this one", you say, pointing to a black lace demi bra cut to provide support while leaving your nipples completely exposed. I click the Add to Cart button and then search around the lingerie site until I find a matching black lace garter belt and lace top stockings. Both are quickly moved to the cart. Another page displays babydoll sets in every imaginable style and color. I pick out a halter top design in red knowing the panties will never find their way out of the package.
Jumping over to the section of dresses we scroll through, pausing every now and then to enlarge one for a better view. Dress after dress is examined then rejected until we come upon a cute paisley shirtdress cut well above the knee. The white deep v-neck tie-dye dress right next to it is significantly shorter yet still long enough to completely cover. Both are quickly added to the cart and the order is placed.
Friday...
The trip has been relatively uneventful for the first six and a half hours. We chatted about nothing special, listened to the radio, singing along when the mood struck, and watched the scenery outside the windows change from palm tree-filled flatland to pines and oaks marching up the sides of first hills then mountains. We pass through the little town of Clarkesville and I point out favorite restaurants. With only fifteen minutes left before we arrive. It's time to give you one last chance to back out.
"We agreed you could call it all off but only before we get there" I remind you. Not a question -- I won't make it easy for you to just say no. We've spent the past several months tentatively exploring Dominate -- submissive role play with bondage and light discipline. It's something new to you despite your many experiences with and completely open mind toward sex. And the role of Dom is new to me as well. We've both learned that the intense level of near total submission most BDSM movies portray doesn't work for us. I value the equality of our relationship too much, and prefer to treat you with respect at all times. You've discovered that relinquishing control sexually is a huge turn-on for you but the stereotypical humiliation of adult films is another story. The one time we tried the classic BDSM pony play we both burst out in raucous laughter. We were still laughing when we had fantastic but much more traditional sex -- no sense wasting two willing naked bodies after all.
I look over at you and your eyes meet mine. We hold our gaze as long as possible before I have to turn my attention back to the road. Your silence constitutes your acceptance, following the rule I had set that you may only speak to answer a direct question. You've started our experiment already.
As we pull up the steep drive and around the bend you get your first look at the cabin. I watch as your eyes travel over everything -- the wide, long rocking chair porch, the dark green metal roof you know will make rainstorms sound romantic, the large detached garage, and the heavily wooded natural landscape. You turn to me and I see your lips part in the start of an exclamation before you remember and quickly snap them shut again. I smile, amazed at how well you are taking to your new role. "Do you like it, hon?"
"Oh YES!! It's beautiful -- even better than I had imagined! Thank you for bringing me here." The whole "Sir" thing amused us as much as the butt plug festooned with an artificial pony tail had so we'd quickly agreed that was unwelcome pomp and dismissed the convention.
We get out of the car and grab the few things from the trunk. The cooler has food to snack on this evening and eggs and bacon for tomorrow's breakfast. After that we'll have to go into town to stock up on supplies for the rest of the week. You have only a small overnight bag since you'll spend most all of your time either naked or in one of the things we ordered online a few weeks back.
Unlocking the door, I usher you inside. After putting the groceries away, turning on the well pump and water heater, and setting the air conditioning at what I hope will be a comfortable temperature for you later, I show you around the cabin. One end is pretty much one large room consisting of living, dining, and kitchen. Next to the kitchen is the hall bath beyond which is the laundry and mud room we entered through. Across from the bath is the master bedroom. Going through the attached master bath leads into the large walk in closet. I notice the look of recognition in your eyes when you take in the heavy log bed. You've realized that the straps and cuffs I brought along will find easy attachment points.
A quick trip up the staircase reveals the office/guest room and then the tour is finished. "I need to go down and check on Ken's place. It will only take a minute or two. When I get back I expect you to be wearing your new baby doll -- without the panties. Have a scotch poured for me as well. There is wine chilling in the refrigerator but you'll need to earn that," I say as I head out the door.
I had planned our weeklong summer vacation around the fact that Ken was scheduled to visit his son and daughter in Florida this week. He's a great neighbor but he typically comes up to visit at least once a day without warning and the cabin windows lack privacy curtains. I've never had a need for them before but lately I've been thinking some redecorating might be needed. As small as the cabin is, if Ken were to show up on the porch unexpectedly he'd catch quite an eyeful of you. His truck is in its parking spot and his little white car is missing. Ken only takes the little car when he goes to Florida, because the gas mileage is so much better than in his old V8 truck. Not really a guarantee but it's a safe bet Ken headed south as planned and we'll avoid any potentially embarrassing run-ins.
I'm pleased when I return to the cabin and find you dressed as instructed and standing inside the front door with a scotch in hand. I realize I hadn't told you where "my seat" is so you improvised. Rather than risk putting my drink on the wrong end table -- just the sort of imaginary offense that would lead your Dom to issue "correction" -- you came up with a perfectly acceptable alternative. I briefly considered toying with you with a statement like 'Just put my drink down on the table' to see how you'd react but decided we will have plenty of time for head games. And body games as well for that matter.
"You look beautiful, babe," I say as I take the scotch in one hand and reach out with the other to grasp your nipple between my thumb and forefinger. It takes only one or two strokes to cause it to swell up. You have wonderfully full and responsive nipples and I quickly switch to the other one and bring it to attention as well. I pause to admire them, take a sip of my drink, and then drop my hand down between your legs. As my fingers find the outer folds of your pussy I immediately discover you're already wet. I slip one finger inside, watching as you close your eyes, lean your head back, and bite your lower lip in that way I find so delightful. I let my fingers trace their way up your slit until I feel your clit, as engorged as your nipples. I remove my hand and slowly run my wet fingertips over your northern lips, applying the most natural of lip gloss. You open your eyes and look beseechingly into mine. I know what you want and decide to begin our adventure with a reward so I nod ever so slightly. You part your lips and I let you pull my fingers into your mouth. Your tongue wraps itself slowly around them, devouring your own juices until my fingers are completely clean. You mime a blow job on them just for a minute then pull back and let them slip out. "Would you like a glass of wine now, hon?"
Chapter 1
Opening the refrigerator I pull out the bottle of Sauvignon Blanc I'd stocked the last time I was up here and cork it. I pour you a large portion in one of my multi-colored FiestaWare goblets and bring it to where you wait obediently in the living room. It's important to me that we reinforce that this is a voluntary Dom/sub relationship, not a Master/Slave thing. A Master would never serve his Slave which is precisely why we'll never role-play that scenario. There's a fine line between mind games and emotional abuse and we'll never cross it. I set the glass on the end table, take your hands, and kiss you softly as I ease you down onto the sofa. "Relax and enjoy your wine -- I'll be back in a minute."
In the bedroom I pull out the small bag of toys I'd hidden in the bottom of the grocery cooler. I select a few and return. When I say "Stand up" you comply, a mixture of eager anticipation and cautionary worry on your face. "Play with your nipples for me. I want to see you make them harden and stand out." You lift your hands, first cupping your breasts to feel their full weight and then take each nipple in the balls of your thumb and forefinger. Slowly you rub them back and forth, and I watch as they grow erect like tiny female cock imitators. You pause to drop your hand, finger outstretched, down to your pussy and I watch as you slip it between your southern lips, covering it with your natural lubrication. Satisfied you switch hands and do the same with the other finger. Moving back up to your breasts you spread each hand over one and draw little circles over the tip of each now hard, large nipple. Your pussy juices make them glisten with moisture and I'm certain you can smell your own sex as well as I can.
I reach over and take your hands from your breasts, pushing your arms down along your sides. Leaning in I take the left nipple between my lips and use my tongue to lick your juices from it. When I've devoured all the sweet nectar I can from this one I move over to the right and do the same. Under my ministrations your nipples seem to have grown even larger and more firm. I step back slightly to admire them then take your wrists and move your hands behind your back. I press your fingers together until you understand I want you to hold hands with yourself, a clear sign that you are not to interrupt what is about to happen next.
I reach into my pocket and remove a small, shiny, silver object. Using both hands I loosen it and then place the now-open device over your nipple. As I tighten the screw you realize I'm placing a nipple clamp on you. Once the first one is securely attached I do the same to your other nipple. I searched long and hard to find some that work with a little screw rather than the harsh, perhaps cruel, alligator clip style. I never want to truly hurt you or risk anything that might cause a scar or lasting damage and the sharp teeth on those others just seems vicious. These work more like earrings for non-pierced ears and the screw fasteners allow me to select the pressure you feel. Right now I want you to know that they are there but not to cause pain. Perhaps later on you'll ask me to tighten them -- you may find that a little pain enhances the pleasure, but we'll explore that arena cautiously.
"What do you think, hon?" I ask. "Do you like your new jewelry?" You hesitate, then look down. You start to reach your hands up to touch them then pause, uncertain as to whether that's allowed. You look up at me and I nod. You take your breasts in your hands again and run your fingers over the new accessories adorning your nipples. Your eyes close and I see and hear a deep breath. I wonder what you are thinking until I see the smile start to raise the corners of your mouth. Whatever it is, you seems to like the thought.
"Now sit back down on the sofa, please." Once you do, I reach down and pull the lever that allows the end section your sitting on to recline "Gotta love LaZBoy." With you laying back I gently spread your legs and lift the sheer fabric of your babydoll up to expose your pussy. As I knew it would be I can see your lips shining with moisture. I put the tip of my finger at your opening, inserting it just slightly, then slide it up until I reach your clit. Already partially swollen I tease it and am rewarded by feeling it grow even larger and harder.
