He took me to a cabin in the woods, deep in the woods. It was tucked into a mountain range and far from civilization. It was beautiful, peaceful.
As we arrived he turned to me and said "you better get some rest, I have plans for you little girl."
I responded with "yes Sir" and I took in the log cabin, not much larger than one of those tiny homes that have gained a lot of popularity. There was a small porch with a hand carved chair and a wooden tub. An odd place for a tub, but I didn't ponder it long. I went inside and its charm greeted me. The large 4-poster timber bed dominated most of the space, there were fur rugs and a modest stone fireplace. To the other side there was a small wood stove with a pot and kettle and a gorgeous carved table and chairs that matched the carvings on the bed. They depicted trees and naked forest nymphs. The kitchen was a single live edge slab with a water pump and a bowl and beneath it a yeti cooler and some canned goods. There was one chest of drawers and one armoire in the far corner. I looked at the bed and signed in contentment and drifted quickly asleep upon its soft blankets.
I sent her inside to sleep as I needed the time to prep for the fantasies I was about to make a reality for her. I grabbed my carving set and surveyed the trees in the area. I had fell some trees the last time I was here to clear space for the cabin, some of those may do, but I wanted to have a variety of play places set up. I chose the trees that looked promising and got to work carving.
By the time I was done, it was dark and when I approached the cabin, put my tools away and opened the door. She looked so fucking good lying on the bed, my bed. I got hard thinking about the things I had just prepared for her. I went to the water pump and washed up, we will have time to play tomorrow. I started a fire to keep the cabin warm for the night and I joined her in bed, pulling her close to my side and settling down for the night.
The sun peaked through the cabin window and I was warm and held very tight in some beautifully big arms, not the overly muscular kind, but the strong sinewy toned arms of a man that worked hard for a living carving and building furniture. He was both an artist and a work of art.
I wiggled against him and woke him. He squeezed me tighter then released me. As I turned to meet his eyes, I saw dark playfulness in them and I knew I was in for a day of whatever he wanted.
His first command came out deep and smooth as his vocal cords adjusted from sleep. "Strip and kneel by the fireplace".
I quickly complied with a "yes Sir". The rug beneath me padded my knees nicely. I clasped my hands behind my back and sat back on my heels, legs spread apart. A position I was very familiar with.
He approached me and instructed me to bend forward. As I did my ass raised up in the air. I felt a cool drip of lube hit my sensitive puckered hole. He used his thumb to spread the lube around my rim and then pushed a plug carved like a more rounded spruce tree past the ring of muscle.
I gasped and relaxed around the intrusion. He had taught me exactly how to ease a plug into my ass. Once it was fully in he put a hand on my shoulder signaling that I should return to my previous kneeling position. I looked at him and he raised an eyebrow to which I responded "Thank you Sir".
I heard him rustling dishes and things near the kitchen area. A few moments later he approached me with some cut up fruit and cheese and hand fed me a piece each time he ate his own. Once I had enough he brought the dish back to the kitchen and pumped some water into a bowl. He then wiped me down with a wet cloth and told me to stand.
His next command was "go to the door".
I rose smoothly and moved to the door. As he opened the door the cool morning breeze hit my freshly washed skin. My nipples pebbled.
He guided me with hand on my lower back, a hand that felt much warmer than the rest of my skin currently did. And he led me to the edge of the clearing, that when I saw it. A tree that has a phallus carved from one of its branches. It stood up proudly facing the sky. I recognized that particular cock. It was carved in the likeness of my Master. I turned to him agape.
"Do you like it?" he asked.
"Yes Sir" I stated while turning back to it.
"Kiss it" he commanded.
