The day dawns early, up here in the mountains, crisp and fresh. The sunlight, gently warming the dew off the spiders’ webs, nudges across our bodies, as we lay exhausted and content on the bed.
Last night was wonderful. Everything I hoped and didn't dare expect. I had left you the note, and hidden along the bottom road, watching for your arrival. Through my binoculars I had seen you nervously enter, read the note, and move to the bedroom. I remember smiling at you. Wondering if you had deliberately disobeyed my instruction to eat first, knowing I would punish you. I decided that you probably had, and I vowed to make sure your curiosity as to my intentions would not get the better of you again!
And boy, did I ever! I was so determined to punish you for simple disobedience, overjoyed at finally getting to land the blows myself, that I really gave you a much more severe whipping than you deserved. I was wondering at one stage if you thought I had gone too far, penetrating your ass so hard, but when I cradled you in my arms, ready to apologise for hurting you too much, you simply sighed, whimpered, and begged to be allowed to cum. That's when I knew I had made the right choice, meeting you. You really were the slavegirl of my dreams, and I went to sleep with a wicked smile on my lips!
That smile is still on my lips as the sun reaches my eyes. Instantly I am awake, but it takes me a moment to remember I am not dreaming, and this small, tanned, brown haired beauty in my arms was mine - mine to own, to control, and to do with whatever I chose. My eyes divert from your sleeping figure curled round my chest down to my cock, aroused at the thoughts I am having.
I gently leave you on the bed, and shower myself in the bathroom. Now, what shall we do today? Shall I plan things? I'm normally quite meticulous and thorough, but my instincts are to play this by ear, see how things develop… yes, that will be much more fun! My cock is still stiff, but I will make myself wait until just the right opportunity.
Whilst I am debating with myself, you wake gently, and you also take a moment to gather your bearings, but the tender marks on your body, and the soreness inside your ass soon reminds you of where you are, and what happened. A moment of panic flashes through your mind, as you realise you are alone in the room. Did you displease your Master, has he left so soon, will you see him again? Then you hear the shower running, and smile, stretching like the cat that got the cream!
Coming out of the shower, drying my self off, I hear you stirring in the bedroom, and then moving into the kitchen area. I hear the rattle of pots and pans, and realise I am famished. I laugh to myself as I realise I didn't eat anything last night either - maybe I should have given myself the whip as well, I smiled!
I moved quietly to the kitchen, and stood at the doorway, watching your back as you work. If you're aware of me you don't show it, and I take a moment just to breathe in the way you look, standing there in my shirt and a pair of briefs, looking slightly disheveled, utterly gorgeous, your long brown hair flowing down your shoulder blades.
"Good morning slave"
You jumped, nearly dropping the pan. How long had I been there? You turn slowly, and see me in daylight for the first time. Your heart skips a beat as you see me in just the towel, my thoughts betrayed by the bulge within, a sight you have trouble keeping your eyes and your mind off.
"I thought I'd make breakfast Master, to make up for my disobedience yesterday", you stammer, seeking reassurance, hoping that you shouldn't have just stayed in bed, and awaited your Master's pleasure, secretly wishing you had. It's almost a disappointment when I agree that you had done the right thing, and that I would go out to chop some wood until it was ready.
Returning upstairs, and put on a pair of jeans, but it's quite mild outside, so I decide to leave the t-shirt off. I have to be very careful with my English style zip fastener - will this cock ever go down...I must think of a reason to punish you, and soon!
After I leave to get dressed, you return to cooking breakfast, smiling. Now you know, all I had to do was say, and you would have crawled to me, kneeling at my feet, done whatever I commanded...
You can see me through the window, working away gracefully with the axe on the logs, the controlled power of the strokes as I easily split the wood, muscles rippling, and glistening in the sunlight. You can't help yourself, your mind wanders, you picture not an axe, but a whip, and not a log, but yourself, splayed out over the tree stump, bound hand and foot, taking the blows on your exposed buttocks, screaming in pain...oh god...you touch yourself and close your eyes as you imagine my discarding the whip, and ramming my cock into your open and stretched pussy, screaming even harder as your cum again and again, tied over the stump, the smell of burning in your nostrils… oh no, that smell of burning is the breakfast!
I work up quite a sweat cutting up the wood for tonight's fire, and quite a hunger too. Time for breakfast, it must be ready by now? I walked into the kitchen, and washed my hands. You seem even more disheveled, anxious even, as I sit down at the table.
Your lips start to tremble as you quickly cross to the table, and kneel down at my knee. "I'm sorry Master, I... I... I burnt your food...I had to throw it away...I'm so sorry Master..."
The look in my eyes tells you that this is not good news you are bringing to me, and once again you fear the punishment I may dish out, but your previous daydreaming have left you wet and unfulfilled, and your anxious pleadings are making your pussy hot again.
I smile down at you. “So, my horny little girl has deliberately burnt the breakfast, just to provoke me perhaps? I can see the damp patch on your knickers slave, I see, too busy looking after number one?”
You blush...god you blush beautifully, and look down, but when you look back up at me there is a twinkle in your eye, and a mischievous little smirk. "Well, if you will stand half naked in front of the window Master, what's a girl to do..."
You couldn't resist, tempting the punishment despite the still painful marks, teasing the Master despite the consequences...you smile that wicked little smile. Well Master - your move, you think to yourself.
I almost smile back...cheeky little minx! Well, if the lady wants attention, I decide to give her all the attention she can take!