Weekend Away 9

The taxi pulls up outside a quaint cabin in the clearing of a woodland area. Off into the distance, I can see another lodge and can barely make out specks moving around. This is perfect, a completely private hideaway and a place to unwind after a busy year at work. The weather forecast has predicted red hot weather and I'm not surprised when you only take a small bag out of the boot of the car. This trip had been a surprise, and you had even packed the bags, I hope you have packed everything I need! You pay the taxi man and he speeds away in his car, off to collect another fare.

Alone at last! I make my way onto the open porch of the cabin, up solid wooden steps to where a swing rocks gently in the heated breeze. You come up behind me, put the bag on the deck, and wrap your arms around my waist, kissing my neck slowly. The delicate brush of your lips trails up to my ear and I giggle as your hot breath tickles. I start to move to avoid this sensation but your arms hold me firmly in place as you whisper something quite unexpected into my ear, "Strip." Again, I try and turn to see if you are joking, but your hands are already fulfilling your own demand.

Fingers unfastening each button in turn on the silky black blouse you have brought me especially for the trip. I remain still as it falls open at the front and let my head fall back as you caress my breasts through my new lacy black bra. My mind flashes back to seeing the entire new outfit laid upon the bed back at home. The sexy black garments all in place when I returned from work. You had instructed me to wear it as you told me your plans for this weekend. A quick tug on my nipple brings me back to the present as well as the feeling of the hard bulge pushed against my short skirt which as ridden up to an indecent level. I am suddenly very grateful that the cabin is so isolated and that we won't be observed or disturbed.

Both your hands reach up and slide the soft material of my shirt off my shoulders so it falls to the floor. I start to protest as we have not even entered the cabin. You hold a finger up to my lips and tell me to strip again in a firm, dominate voice. It sends shivers down my back and my skins tingles in anticipation. I turn and look around and take the plunge, moving my hands behind me to unclasp my bra.

You move me so that you are still behind me but I am slightly leant over the railings of the cabins porch. I realise my breasts are now bare to the whole woodlands as you kiss my naked back. Next, I move to unfasten my skirt sliding the zip down, it sounds so loud in the quiet countryside. You move slightly so I can shuffle it down off my hips to the deck floor, I step out of it kicking it away with my foot. I feel even more exposed but as your hot lips continue to burn across my back I don't care. I tuck a thumb into either side of the matching lacy thong and slide it down my thighs, my hips wiggling against the throbbing bulge in your trousers. I hear your sharp intake of breath as I bend over completely to pull them off, my ass raised high in the air inviting you to do with it as you please.

As I start to rise, your hands firmly push me forwards and back down, completely bending me over the low railings. Unsure, I start to push myself upwards, but can only gasp in shock as you enter me quickly and forcefully from behind. I hadn't even heard you release yourself from your trousers and now you were buried up to the hilt in my warm cunt. You hold yourself there and I can feel the restraint it is taking for you not to move in and out of me. Your hands move from my hips and each one takes a handful of my breasts which are still rocking from the force of your entry. Kneading them with your fingers as you twitch inside me, moving to take only the nipples and press them, gently at first but then pinching and carefully twisting them until you hear me groan and feel the wetness on your cock deep inside me.

No longer able to resist, you pull out slowly only to pound your full length back inside me teasing my nipples as you repeat this several times. I can feel the aching build up inside as your withdrawals become as hard and fierce as your entry. My body is smashed against the barrier, my nipples devouring the attention they are getting and my cunt aching to have you continue this punishing pace. It does not take long before I can feel the hardness of you inside me start to grow, matching my own intense feelings. When you cum it triggers my own orgasm and I strain to stop myself scaring away the local wildlife with my screams. I hold tight to the railings holding on for dear life as the electricity flowing though me takes away the strength in my legs.

When you finally pull out, you twist me around and I am only too happy when you guide me to my knees but I am not expecting the push of you cock at my scarlet painted lips. I can smell the mixture of both our juices as your dominate voice returns and demands I clean up with my devilish tongue. I slight smile comes to my face as I open up and move around the reddened head you have presented me. My mouth works it, slowly kissing the tip as it shirks with fulfilment. Finally, you push my shoulders back forcing yourself from my lips, as you do I can see the fine trace of my lipstick around its base and know my make-up must be a mess.

You tell me to stay where I am, unusually for me I do as I'm told. Not just because of the firmness of your voice, that makes me quiver, but I doubt I'd be able to stand just yet anyway. You pass me a wipe and instruct me to clean myself and wipe the lipstick off my face. I do both as you enter the cabin taking inside my fallen clothes and our bag.

When you return you help me stand and kiss me deeply. Your tongue exploring my mouth as if searching for something hidden, I return the kiss just as willingly until it threatens to take the use of my legs again. You hand cups my throat and holds me steadily as you continue to take my breath away, the hand slightly constricting my breathing. When you break the kiss I notice the box in your hands, wrapped in blood red paper and tied with silver ribbon. You pass it to me and my mind latches onto the fact you have barely spoken to me since we arrived and I have not spoken at all. However, the silence seems fitting within this environment and nothing really needs to be said as the calm is both comfortable and relaxing. Opening the box I see that it is a chocker of some kind, very similar to the ones I have worn out to clubs many times before. This one, however, was deeper than those, wide black leather with four D fastenings attached; one ring at the front, back and either side. As I hold the box you remove it, sweep my hair to one side and clasp it around my neck, making me hold my head up high to allow me to breathe easily. You hand again moves over the collar at the front, hooking a finger through the ring, holding it securely as you kiss me deeply. I feel it should be me doing the kissing as I've received the present but it seems that the gift may not have just been for my pleasure.

When you're ready you take my hand and lead me into the cabin, moving away from the modest screening of the barrier, I notice my nakedness much more vividly. The cabin is starkly decorated, only the bare essentials are here, but all these are clearly expensive and designer quality. Minimalistic style comes to mind. It is an open plan layout, walking straight into the living/dining room and to one side the kitchen and the other the bedroom and bathroom. My eyes widen at the size of the bed which fills the entire space and is draped in black satin and crimson sheets. I slight pat on my ass brings my attention back to you as you order me to make you a coffee, smiling I move to the kitchen area to comply. It is the least I can do for organising sure a wonderful retreat.

I make the coffee and bring it over to where you have relaxed onto the large, luxurious leather couch. Placing it in your hand I go to the bedroom to find my clothes and redress. I look in the drawers and find them empty, in another I find a few of your T-shirts but all my clothes are absent apart from the new underwear. Puzzled, I return to the sofa and ask where they are, you don't speak but give me a wicked smile and I realise they have been hidden, but where? There were few places they could be, I start to look around and I can see the delight in your eyes as my ass is raised in the air to look in cupboards and under the bed.

I glare as I find nothing and make my way to the drawers to put on one of your t-shirts. As I'm removing them you again come up behind me and twist me around, removing the garment from my hand tutting at me like a naughty child. You push me back onto the bed and reach into a drawer that is hidden in the side. Slipping out two wrists cuffs you ask me to hold out my arms, slightly annoyed at you I refuse. So, you use the front collars ring to pull me towards you and kiss me deeply, and my anger at you slips away and I barely notice when, as you continue to work your tongue inside my mouth, you place the cuffs on me.

Looking at my encircled forearms I notice that these also have D rings and I find out the reason why when you take a Y shapes chain out of the bed drawer. Fastening the long end to the rear ring in the neck collar and each short end to each wrist, I keep my arms folded behind my back to relieve the pressure. This causes my breasts to push forward and you take advantage of this by taking each one in turn into your mouth. Licking, teasing and nipping at each one until I groan and arch my back to push them both forward even more into your hungry mouth. This in itself nearly causes me to cum there and then, however at the brink you pull away leaving me on the bed as you return to the lounge.

I follow you to the room and begin to sit on the sofa when but you tell me to sit on the floor between your legs. Again, the authority in your command shocks me and I do as you say without really thinking about what it might imply. I sit quietly at your feet as you turn on the TV with the remote control. I am unable to see it but can hear women taking in the background. The dialogue is crude and simple and I immediately realise it is a porn flick. I turn around to confirm my suspicions when you grab the front ring and pull my head into your crotch.

My face is buried into the cloth of your trousers where I can feel you already starting to get excited as I can hear the moans of girls in various states of pleasure coming from behind me. With your free hand you undo your belt and unfasten your trousers, with my hands fixed firmly behind my back I am unable to push away or help you remove them. You briefly let me go and push them off your hips to the floor, your erection standing proudly considering it had not been long since it has been satisfied last. As the groans continue on TV, I see it twitch as you pull my collar forward until my face is next to your naked skin. My lips brush against the base of your cock and it stands even more impossible ridged.

You move me until my mouth is positioned at its head and, knowing what to do, I open my mouth willingly. Unlike before, this time as you push yourself inside you fill my mouth and I can feel you tickling the back of my throat. Your free hand now holds the back of my head gently as you hold me in place. You can feel my hot breath around your cock, my throat muscles clenching around the tip and my tongue exploring where it can to make you gasp. However, for the second time today you surprise me with your willpower, keeping me still as you watch the girl-on-girl action on the large, plasma screened TV. Knowing the size of the picture must make you feel like you were really there watching these girls fuck each other with various toys and implements.

Eventually, you place a hand on either side of my head and slide yourself out to the tip, then guide yourself back in. A slow steady rhythm builds as you work my lips back on forth, even raising your hips slightly to push in at the same time. My mouth taking you as much as I can and that increasing with each thrust past my lips, the girls behind me are building up to an orgasm and can feel you echoing it as you grow harder and harder. I hear the scream of release behind me, as again you hold yourself firmly inside my mouth, this time however hot spurts of cum flow out of you as you buck your load down my throat watching the girls perform. Gradually your cock retreats in my mouth, the blood returning to the rest of your body leaving it shivering inside my warm opening. I lick it clean again for the second time today and release it, placing kisses on your thighs as I curl up at your feet.

After awhile, your hand softly strokes my hair and again I do not feel the need to say anything, you unclip my arms and I lay on the couch with my head in your lap. Your hands idly play with my nipples as you watch the rest of your porn flick. I watch with some interest and feel the burning in my clit as you continue to apply increasing pressures to my eager breasts. You tell me to move my body up the couch and clip my wrists together above my head, so my chest is face up in your lap and my head falls back, supported by cushions. This position pushes my breasts up high and you pinch and twist them both meticulously, your eyes never leaving the screen. My restrained hands want to move to my clit and ease the pressure. Yet I remain in this tortuous pleasure for several minutes that seem like hours, when finally your fingers travel down my body and start sliding over me.

I raise my legs and let them fall apart, knowing from your position I'd be obscenely opened up, but again your eyes are fixed to the girls who are fucking each other with dildos. One finger enters me roughly and makes my body arch even more as they match the rhythm of the blonde on the screen, who is pushing herself in and out of another blond with an 8" strap-on. One finger is replaced by two, then three, as they saw in and out, the thumb flicking my spot occasionally but not enough to take me over the edge. Moans escape me and match that of the submissive blonde as you delve deep inside, I hear her voice escalate and so does mine as your thumb works my clit even more and your other hand squeezes my nipple tightly. Our screams matching as I let myself go, unlike outside, as the waves of sensation rocket through my body from my toes to my burning cheeks. I lie back and enjoy the afterglow as the credits roll on the DVD.

Unclipping my wrists, you help me up and go run a long, hot bath, it is big enough for two and I sit in front of you as you wash me down, both too spent to try anything in here. All you can say to that is that there is still plenty of time this weekend, it is only Friday evening and I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow. You towel me off and lead me to the bed, removing my collar and pushing back the covers so I can glide inside. You join me and we are soon both fast asleep, curled up together.

I awake to hear the birds from the forest, but also your hands going around my neck and I am aware you are fastening the collar back in place. With sleepy eyes I notice you have made yourself a coffee and rolled a cigarette. Sat up with the cushions behind your back you loom over me with a cheeky smirk again, I only get a one word command, "Breakfast". As I smile and make to get up, you pull my collars ring until my face is in your groin and I quickly realise it is not the edible breakfast you were referring to. You release me and I take my hand and work it up and down your morning erection. My lips finding your nipples and enjoying tasting them as you smoke and drink your coffee. It brings a warm smile to my face every time you have to stop what you are doing to regain your composure, whilst I continue to tease you with my hands and mouth on your body. You can stand this only so long, however, before you slide down the bed and move my lips to your cock. I eagerly suck at it until it nearly erupts, but you pull me away, telling me to get on top and lower myself onto you.

I do as you ask, kissing up your body as I go and pushing down so you can enter me, then sitting back and holding you still. I use my fingers to tease your nipples as your hips buck beneath me. Unable to control yourself you pull me forward by my neck and kiss me deep as you lift my body and slam to back down on your throbbing cock. After only and few thrusts, I feel you empty deep inside me as your mouth and tongue continue to delve and explore my own. Lying against you until you have recovered, I kiss your face and let your hands explore by back gently. In due course, I move off and again you pull my lips to our mixed scent and I lick you clean. It is a while before we move, the sun shining even brighter through the window.

When we finally get up I notice some clothes have appeared on the chair by the bed, I look at them and think them very strange as they are not mine but are clearly meant for me. You explain we are going out to get something to eat later and, as we don't have a car, you have hired a different taxi to come and drive us into town. However, you need to prepare me first. This sounds even more bizarre, but I do as you bid when you tell me to go to the bathroom and clean myself up and do what I need to do.

Upon returning, there are several lengths of red and black rope laid out on the bed and you make my stand on a spot and hold my arms up in the air. With practised ease, you secure the first loop around my neck and then proceed to secure my breast tightly making them start to go red from the blood flow. It is then swept under me, with knots rubbing my clit and splitting up my back returning to my neck. The back section splits my ass cheeks apart and leaves me feeling even more exposed as you brush a finger over that delicate hole.

You then move me to where there is a supporting column in the middle of the cabin. There is a forked shaped part at the top with holes in the beam. Returning to the bed area, you come back with the cuffs I wore the previous evening and some other things in a bag. You fasten my wrists above my head and loop some rope through them and the openings at the hot of the column. You tug it tight so I am raised on my tip-toes, but not before placing a spacer bar between my ankles so I could not move my legs.

Facing me into the column you use an extra long belt to secure my waist to the pillar and my breasts are crushed into the stone, the cool, rough surface grazing and making them harder. Another chain is attached to my collar and then attached to my wrists above me so I am unable to turn my head. All I can see is the post my naked body is attached to and I certainly don't see the leather belt that is swung back and lands with thud on my naked buttocks. I am unable to turn to see the following blows that rain down but I can feel the heat rise as they glow under the administration of the lashes it is receiving. My pleasure and pain senses completely mixed up by the nature of the situation, I realise my leg is getting wet from my own juices running down them. Unable to squeeze my thighs together to get release due to the bar fixing them apart. After several lashes, which do not damage my skin just making it burn and ache, you unfasten me and demand that I get dressed. I do so quickly, astonished that no bra or pants have been provided. Just a short, flirty skirt that barely covers my reddened buttocks and a smart, corseted blouse which clearly shows of my blood engorged nipples through the thick fabric. Looking in the mirror, I realise the outfit was designed for a certain effect, too far away and nothing seems out of place, close up and people would notice the rope underwear. Removing my collar, you kiss me as a car horn beeps outside.

Nervously, I follow you out to the car and before I get in you tell me to make sure my naked ass is next to the cool leather of the taxi's seats. Sitting inside, I shuffle my skirt up discreetly to oblige as you engage the driver in conversation. My heated ass, from the lashing, is made to feel twice as sensitive on the leather seat, and, unusually, you climb into the back seat with me. Continuing to talk to the driver, your hand goes to the edge of my skirt and easily slips underneath to find the hidden folds. Never letting up with either task of talking of flicking my clit, all I can do is sit back and I hope I don't moan too load or leave a sticky mess on this poor guys back seat. When we finally arrive, I can barely control myself, getting out of the taxi making sure the skirt covers my burning rump as we leave. Outside the restaurant, I lightly punch you on the arm for that little escapade and you lean down and whisper in my ear that I'll be punished for that tap later, finishing your sentence with a wink. My body, already aching form your electric touch in your car.