The Weeend

After spending the last three months chatting online and the phone everyday, I decide to take the next step and invite you to come up to my cabin and spend the weekend with me. I had come up the day before so I could clean up the place and air it out a little.

I woke this morning early and rode my bike into town to pick up a few things before your arrival this afternoon. I was preparing a special lunch for us to share on the deck overlooking the lake. I arrived back at the cabin still having two hours before your arrival, so excited I could barely contain it. I decided to have a glass of wine while I prepare so as to relax myself a little. I open one of the bottles I have chilling in the fridge as I hit the remote for the stereo for some mood music. I am very nervous as to whether or not you will be pleased with my culinary talents, so I am taking extra time; I want the first time we see each other in person to be absolutely perfect.

The salmon is now in the marinade and I am cutting the fruits and vegetables that I picked up at the farmer's market this morning ... amazing, all the time we have been talking we have never discussed what types of foods you really like. I am thinking at this point I went overboard, sliced cucumbers and tomatoes, watermelon and cantaloupe, grapes and strawberries ... oh well, we have all weekend so it won't go to waste. I still have an hour before you arrive so I am taking mental inventory to make sure that I have done everything I set out to do. The candles are readily available, the sheets have been changed in the guest room (I did not want you to be uncomfortable, just in case things did not go as planned), the bathroom has been scrubbed to gleaming ...

I am so wrapped up in my own thoughts that I don't hear you come in, you sneak up behind me and lightly kiss the back of my neck wrapping your arms around me. You are early! I start to turn to face you.

"Don't move," you say ... taking the knife from my hand and setting it on the counter. "Just stand there and relax," the tone in your voice so commanding I am frozen. You start undoing the buttons on my shirt ... very slowly, dipping a finger inside with each button undone, teasing the bare skin underneath making me quiver with each delightful touch. Next you move to the buttons on my skirt, moving slower than before. I am so wet with need at this point I am thinking I may pass out. You remove the towel from the counter and tie it over my eyes; I start to protest.

"Shhhh," you say, "If you want me to stop tell me now. I will not hurt you, just show you pleasure like you have never known before. But you cannot see what I am doing; sight is one of the senses you will not be needing for this."

I remain motionless and let you finish your task. Still standing at the counter now completely naked and blindfolded, I can only rely on my other senses. I feel you lean into me, reaching for something as you kiss my neck once again, this time letting your lips linger. I feel the heat from your mouth down the length of my back, stopping about half-way down. I stop breathing as the coolness of the item you grabbed hits my skin, not sure what it is. I wait breathless as you slowly smile then raise the slice of cucumber to my mouth. My mind is now wandering as I am wondering if the whole weekend will be this delicious. You walk away leaving me to listen and try to figure out what you are up to. I can hear you moving but I'm not quite sure where you are. Suddenly you grab my hand and lead me into the living room where you lay me gently on the carpet. Again, your warm mouth is on me, starting at my neck and slowly working your way down, your hands joining in rubbing me from head to toe.

The coolness hits me again ... running circles around my nipples and down my stomach. It is juicier than the cucumber, but I am not quite sure what it is. You run it down my body and between my legs running it around my soaking wet pussy lips then slipping it inside of me for just a second before bringing it to my mouth. Hmmm, it is the cantaloupe, covered in my juices. You continue your sweet assault of my senses for the next thirty minutes, sharing the fruit and vegetables with me only after they have been inside of me. But you have not finished yet and I am so close to cumming I am almost insane. I can almost see the grin on your face as you insert the last two strawberries inside my wetness.

You lower yourself and start massaging my clit with your tongue. "OH MY GOD," I scream. It won't be long before I cum now. You insert two fingers all the way up to your hand, rubbing my g-spot with the fruit. I can't take any more; as the orgasm finally hits me I am mumbling incoherently and moaning your name out loud.

Tears of joy are soaking the towel covering my eyes as you move over me and whisper in my ear, "I am just getting started my darling."

You pick me up and carry me to my bedroom, berries still clinging to my insides, lay me down on the bed, and kiss me with such passion that I almost pass out. You slowly slide your raging hard on inside of me and I am thinking that you are larger that you appeared in the pictures you sent to me, filling me up completely. It is not long before I am moaning your name and begging you to fuck me harder and faster. You don't honor my request but continue to take your time, driving me completely insane.

Removing the towel from my eyes you speak slowly, "I want you to open your eyes and keep them open. I want to see the orgasm building and watch as you go through it."

I am a bit taken aback as no man that I have been with has asked me to do this, and I find it very difficult as the wave of my first orgasm hit me. You remove yourself from me, leaving me breathless and wanting more. Pulling the strawberries from inside, you share them with me, giving me only seconds to enjoy the taste before grabbing me with such force that you take my breath away. In one swift move you have me on all fours and are back inside of me again, this time fucking me with the speed and force of a man out of control. You are pulling my hair and smacking my ass with each thrust and I am loving it. Orgasms hit me one after the other till I am sobbing uncontrollably.

It seems like hours till I sense that you are ready to cum, and with one final thrust you are shooting inside of me. You roll off of me pulling me to you and kissing me once again. "Lunch will have to wait, let's just make it dinner," you say as I am drifting off into sleep.

I wake in darkness, there is no sound except for the radio I had turned on earlier. You are not there, where did you go? How long was I asleep? Was it a dream? I grab a t-shirt from the dresser and pull it over my head as I wander through the cabin. You are sitting on the deck naked with a glass of wine in your hand. The smile on your face takes my breath away once again as I realize how magnificent you truly are.

You stand offering me your glass as you go inside to grab another and the bottle from the fridge. Your nakedness makes me slightly uncomfortable but I don't let you see it; I want you to feel at ease here. You come back with the wine, a few candles, and the salmon left forgotten in the fridge. I did not realize how hungry I was till saw it. I walk over to start the grill and you return into the house to grab the salad and what is left of the fresh vegetables.

When you return you finally break the silence, asking me if I slept well, grinning that evil grin that makes my stomach quiver. We have discussed your true nature to be the dominant one in a relationship but neither you or I have truly explored the possibilities and sexual fantasies at this point in our lives. You having just finished college and landed your first job as a mechanical engineer with a large well established company. I am still working waiting tables at two restaurants and taking a full course load at the local community college.

You start the conversation casually asking me about foods, my curiosity for trying new things in the kitchen, how I came to own this wonderful cabin in the middle of nowhere. It is a small cabin sitting in the middle of eighty acres in the upper peninsula. It was owned by my great grandparents and the closest neighbor is the Clydesdale farm five miles from here.

Upon hearing this your mind goes into overtime, you are wondering just how far you can push me this weekend and whether or not I will allow you to. I am trying to ignore the fact that you are still nude, so I busy myself setting the table and walk over to check the temperature on the grill, making idle conversation and trying not to think of earlier events lest I forget about the food and throw you down on the deck. You sneak up behind me again and it is not until you have your hands on my ass that I realize that I did not put anything on but this t-shirt when I came looking for you, and every time I walk away from you my ass peeks out of the bottom of it. I playfully smack your hands away and tell you that I am famished and need to eat first. I cook and we eat in silence, both of us imagining different scenarios for the next two days.

With dinner done, we head inside to clean up the dishes. I am not sure if it was the wine or your imagination working overtime, but as we are standing at the kitchen sink I can feel the heat and the tension radiating from your body. Just as I turn off the water you pull me into you, kissing me with such force that my knees buckle. In the next second I am bent over the counter and you are inside of me ... fucking me with such force that I cry out in pain and pleasure. You are a madman on a mission and will not stop till you have finished. We come together with such an intensity I can no longer stand, and you pick me up and carry me off to bed. We are both exhausted and I sleep the sleep of the dead.

When I awake the next morning, I cannot move; my hips are bruised and my body aches, then the realization hits me ... I am blindfolded and tied to the bed. I strain to hear you and cannot. I start to panic, thinking that you have left me there, when I hear the front door close. I can feel the grin on your face as you walk back into the room. I can feel myself blushing, naked and exposed, tied to the bed.

You are on the bed on top of me in one swift move, tearing my blindfold away. You look different, not so peaceful and relaxed. I am not sure what made the change but I am turned on by it and you can see it. This piques your curiosity, you are wondering just how far I will let you go. You are talking to me softly but with a tone in your voice that tells me you will push my limits today, just to see if I am really the one you have searched for so desperately. You are rubbing my thighs absently as you go into detail about what the weekend holds for the both of us. I am bound to the bed and you know that you can do whatever you want to me at this point, I have cum all over you and held your gaze while I did it. You may be my master but in the end it is I that have the control. This knowledge, combined with the raging hard on you have maintained so far, had you in a rage.

You take me completely with force, knowing that you are hurting me, yet you refuse to stop. Wrapping both hands around my throat, you pound into me with complete abandon, your gaze never leaving my eyes. You are waiting for my submission but it does not come. You are waiting for the look of fear that does not come. I am enjoying what you are doing to me, and it drives you mad. Fueled by your rage, your grip tightens on my throat. You cum, screaming my name, and as you do I am smiling a silent smile ... you are mine and you don't even know it yet. You get up and leave the room leaving me tied to the bed.

I don't know how long you are gone; it seems like hours. I am sore and hungry and I have to pee.

When you finally return the anger is gone from your face and you are smiling a happy smile. I think it has something to do with the fact that you are aware of my situation and you are thoroughly enjoying my silent torture. You untie me from the bed and help me into the bathroom; the bathtub is full and scented candles are all around. Kissing me on the forehead, you leave the room to go get something ready to eat. I slide into the hot water slowly, allowing it to caress every aching muscle in my body. My eyes are closed so I am unaware of your return till your hands reach me.

Much like the first time you are gentle with me again. Your eyes are different again, I am thinking it has something to do with your inner struggle ... wanting me to be submissive but feeling guilty after you have hurt me. You slide into the water to join me, caressing my breasts with one hand, the other sliding down to play with my already very sensitive clit. I realize at this point just how sore I am from the events before, but I do not care. Your touch has me on fire and I need you again. You lift me up and slide me down on top of you, slowly entering me. You push down on my back and I grab the front of the tub to keep from being face down in the water. Grabbing my hair you pull me back so that I am resting on your chest. Playing with my clit again, feeling my body tense, you know that I am close. You stop your movement silently torturing me by not allowing me to cum. You lift me off of you and step out of the water, leaving me hot with need. My eyes plead with you to come back and finish what you have started. You grin that wicked grin, hand me a towel and leave the room.

We eat again in silence and I am thinking at this point that we have barely spoken at all. I clear my throat to say something and you put your hand to my mouth. "Shhh, we have no need for words right now. We will talk later."

Your words have left me speechless as I am unsure of what will happen now. You take me by the hand and lead me to the living room where you have a blanket spread on the floor. You motion for me to lie down. You grab some lotion and begin to massage me from head to toe. When you are done with the back you roll me over and start on the front.

"This is making me crazy, just make love to me," I plead.

You just grin and keep right on massaging every muscle, sliding my legs open slightly so you can caress my inner thigh, every now and then dipping a finger inside and bringing it to my lips, making me squirm with anticipation. You slowly start to kiss every aching muscle in my body, stopping when your mouth is just above my clit ... I can feel your breath on me and it is making me crazy. You move away and I moan with disappointment; I can sense the grin on your face as you work your way back. As I feel the heat from your mouth I tense up and for a moment I cannot breathe, waiting for what is to come. Finally you give me what I desire and run your tongue up and down my lips, stopping to suck on my clit. I am so close to cumming that I am not sure how much of this sweet torture I can take and my mind is spinning.

You stop and walk away, taking my orgasm with you once again. I am frustrated now and slightly angry as I get up and head for the bedroom. I am too tired to play this game tonight. I shut the door and leave you in the other room. I am thinking that you will come and give me what I want and need, yet you do not come. Sleep does not come easily and I sleep fitfully.

When I wake in the morning you are gone, there is a note on my pillow with one white rose from my garden. "When you are ready to submit and bend to my will, come looking for me, I will be down by the pond in a tent. I will stay there till tonight at 6 p.m. I will return home then if I do not see you."

I have twelve hours before you leave to decide if I truly want to be yours the way that you need me to be. Coming from a family that has dominant genes, I have a stubborn streak that I am not sure I want to give up. I make myself some eggs and toast and sit on the deck contemplating whether or not I should go to you. I want you so badly that I cannot resist. I throw out the rest of my food and slip on a pair of boxers and a t-shirt to head off and look for you. When I finally arrive at the pond, I am sweating. It is already hot out and the pond is about a five acre walk through the trees. The tent is empty and you are nowhere to be found.

As I decide to give up and head back, you grab me from behind, throwing me to the ground in one swift move. "Close your eyes!" you command. I comply as you tie my hands and feet to the nearby trees. I feel the cold blade of a knife against my skin and tense up immediately. "I will not hurt you but if you do not relax, you will get hurt." Your voice is harsh and commanding. I am now afraid; after all, I don't know you that well. You cut the clothing from my body, roll it up and place it under my head. I am now naked and spread-eagle lying in a fern bed with my cut up clothing underneath me. You walk away and leave me there.

Soon you return with a switch you have cut from a birch tree nearby. The first hit lands so quickly I do not have time to prepare for the searing pain and I scream out loud. The switch cutting into my skin as you hit my thighs and stomach over and over again. I don't know how many times you have hit me and I am now sobbing and begging you to stop. You put the switch down and lean over me, "You will obey me from now on." You are speaking so softly that I can barely hear you. "When we are together from now on, you will only cum when you have my permission. Is that clear?"

"Yes, very clear," I manage to choke out between sobs. You begin to caress and kiss all of the tiny little cuts on my thighs left by the switch. I am now yours. I lose myself in the feel of your touch as you are once again kind and gentle, the anger gone from your face. "This will be the last time you cum without my permission." You slowly untie me and sit me up to help you remove your clothing. Taking me by the hand you lead me to the water; it stings all the little tiny cuts but the coolness soothes the burning of my skin. Seeing you naked with the sun shining down on your tan skin and your blue eyes dancing in the light, I am wet with anticipation. You lay me down in the sand, still halfway in the water, and take me once again with such force that I cry out. This combination of pain and pleasure, gentle and rough, has my senses reeling and I cum, sobbing your name as I pass out.

When I finally wake, we are back in the cabin. You are standing over me with a look of fear, you are thinking that maybe you have taken things too far. I smile and touch your hand, assuring you I am fine. Seeing this, your wicked grin returns as you stand and present your still raging hard on to my face. I eagerly comply, taking you fully in my mouth. You moan and I smile as you wrap your hands in my hair and start face fucking me. I grab you by the hips and force you to slow down, turning and lying you down on the bed. Slowly I run my tongue up and down the length of you, committing every inch to memory. I take you back in again sucking lightly and massaging the sensitive spot just below the head with my tongue, making you moan my name aloud.

Smiling (you are mine now!), I continue your sweet torture, knowing that it won't be long. Just as I am thinking this, you tense up, cumming with such force that I almost choke. I swallow every sweet drop as you pull me up to you and kiss me.

"Thank you," you manage to choke out.

"What for? The pleasure was all mine," I grin at you as you begin to laugh wrapping your arms around me as we drift off to sleep. When I wake you are gone again. You have to stop running away! Just once I would like to wake up in your arms. It is only one o'clock; I still have five hours before we have to return to reality. Again, you are nowhere to be found. I search down by the water; the tent is gone. The only reminder that we were there is my cut up clothing. I pick it up and return to the cabin. Still gone. I drift off to sleep as I wait.