We get back to the cabin, and it doesn't take long. You hop out and open the back door of the truck only to attach a chain to the collar and lead me in. Still naked, dirty, and with torn stockings, you walk me in and attach the chain to a ceiling lead that only allows for movement in certain areas of the cabin. Dropping to my knees as soon as the door shuts behind me I wait for your instructions. It's been a long day already, but still eager to please you, I long for the next command. You walk away and leave me in the doorway. I hear a drawer open and your footsteps coming back. You fasten the gag and tell me to follow you. I am crawling as fast as I can behind you as you take a seat in your chair. Kneeling, I wait for you to have use for me.
"Come here," you say, and I get as close as is allowed with respect. "On all fours," you say, as I rush to obey. I see the ropes come out of what seems to be the side of the chair and you quickly bind me to be your footstool. The chair has one, but you don't want to get it dirty. With muddy shoes you prop yourself up for a short nap.
The day so far had been everything I had hoped for. I am so tired, but so content. I'm appreciative to have this time to rest. I had almost fallen asleep when I hear you wake up. The ropes start to come off and I can feel the dirt fall from my back. You tell me to kneel, seeing that I needed a stretch, and you take off the gag to give me 20 minutes to refresh and take a shower. Knowing how you are about time, I crawl fast to my things. The hot water was a renewal my muscles needed and I didn't want to waste a minute.
You see the strong desire to keep going in my eyes, even though my limbs may not allow me to. We aren't even close to done, and besides, you want to be able to see your marks on me later. You see me crawl out of the bathroom and back to you naked, damp hair, and completely refreshed. You take my hair in your hand and pull my face against your hard cock, still hidden beneath your jeans. Even like this, you hear my breath quicken. Taking that grip of my hair again, you pull me back up. A moan escapes my lips, and my eyes beg to stay there for hours, but I wouldn't dare. It's like candy to me and you know it. You start taking off your pants and you see me bite my lower lip like a reflex. Maybe you would let me stay there for a while after all.