We had been promising ourselves a mid-winter break for years, but every time we tried to arrange one something would happen. Christmas would arrive, New Year would come around and before we knew it Spring had sprung and we were looking forward to a summer holiday on some remote island in the Mediterranean.
This year was to be different, we had booked four nights in a remote cottage months in advance, and December 1st had finally arrived when we loaded the car and set off in search of a relaxing break with no internet, and hopefully, no phone network.
Veronica was like a kid at Christmas, she was more excited than she normally gets when we are setting off to a truly exotic location. When I asked her what she was so happy about, she mysteriously answered that as it would be my birthday while we were away she had planned a special treat. The mystery had started when she booked the cottage, she had been very specific that she wanted a log fire, she wanted remote and she wanted oak beams.
Two hours after leaving home we turned off the main road and drove for at least ten minutes along a rough farm track. With no street lights we could only see what was illuminated by our headlights, which only made the cottage, when we finally arrived at it, seem even more remote than it probably was.
Almost before the ignition was off, Veronica was out of the car and releasing the cottage key from its security box next to the front door. 'Leave the bags for now and come and have a look' she called.
Obedient as ever, I followed her into a cosy room lit by a log burner that the owner had presumably prepared in advance for our arrival. Perhaps we weren't as remote as we thought we were.
'Wow! It's gorgeous' she purred as she walked around the tiny lounge area switching on a lamp.
The extra light revealed a small but sumptuously furnished lounge located at the log burner end of the room to my right, and a small but very classy kitchen at the other end. Bijou was a word that sprang to mind.
I was still looking around when Veronica called down to me from above. I looked up to see she had already ascended the stairs that were to the left of the entrance door. 'This is perfect, come and look at where you will be spending a lot of time over the next few days.'
'I hope by 'you' that you actually mean us.' I said as I made my way up to her.
'Oh, you'll be surprised at what I have planned for the next few days my man.' There she was again Mysterious Veronica. 'And this room is perfect for it'. It? What was it?
The stairs led straight into the bedroom, meaning the heat from the fire kept the whole cottage toasty warm. I looked around; the room was simply, but expensively furnished with a double bed, an armchair and a table with a lamp on it. There were several exposed beams to the walls and ceiling. A door led to a small bathroom, and behind me I could look directly down to the entrance door of the cottage.
'Go get the bags, and get yourself back up here right now. You need a shower before we start.' I recognised that tone; Veronica wanted to play already, and the way she had ordered me to get the bags meant that she was in the mood for a little game. The kind of game she knew I liked!
In no time at all I was back in the room with our single suitcase and a small leather one that looked like an old fashioned doctor's bag. Veronica could see the quizzical look on my face as I set it down on the small table and made a move to open it.
'Leave it!' she almost barked, 'and get in the shower'. Veronica was in one of her rare, but very sexy, dominant moods! I obeyed without hesitation and in no time at all returned to the bedroom, scrubbed and soaped from head to toe.
Veronica had already unpacked and secreted the suitcase away out of sight, there were several lit candles (from the doctor's bag?), and the room was incredibly warm, she must have opened the fire up while I was in the shower.
She was sitting comfortably in the armchair with a fluted glass of champagne (what else did she have in that bag?!), she smiled and told me to stop right where I was. Okay, no problem. I was hoping we'd get straight into the big bed, but she clearly had other plans.
Emptying the glass in one go, she stood to approach me. That was when I saw the small multi headed whip in her other hand! My eyes opened wide in surprise, she noticed my shock and gave her thigh a smack with it as she walked. I was fighting the urge to ignore her instructions to remain where I was. I just wanted to pick her up on my way to the bed to fuck her, but the prospect of finding out what she intended to do with the whip stopped me. I didn't even know she owned a whip!
She circled me as if making an inspection, smiling as she ran a finger over my hip; 'Now it's time to prepare you properly for our little break. Raise your arms up to the beam please, and no protesting from this point on. I am in charge.' She struck me gently across my buttocks with the whip. Even though she'd only had the one glass, the bubbles had clearly gone to work; she was speaking, and acting, with a confidence that was incredibly arousing.
I raised my hands above my head, and was surprised when they met with a length of soft rope that was hanging from an overhead beam with a pair of handcuffs attached to one end. My cock twitched. I'd swear Veronica's voice was trembling as she instructed me to put the cuffs on.
I was not about to disobey an order like that and in no time at all the cuffs were securely fixed around each wrist, Veronica immediately went behind me and took a hold of the other end of the rope. She walked away from me taking the rope to a large cast iron loop that was attached to another beam, probably there from the days the building was presumably used as a barn. Like a complete bondage pro, she pulled the rope through the loop with enough force to make me gasp aloud. My hands were firmly tugged skyward. I wasn't exactly on tip toes, but I really was being pulled toward the beam with enough force to mean that I was as stretched as possible without being in actual pain. I was also unable to stand with my feet flat on the floor. This was a long way further than Veronica had ever gone before with any games we had experimented with.
It was at that moment that I realised I was already sporting a full blown erection. Veronica noticed it too, and tutted as she shook her head in mock admonishment.
'You're enjoying this already aren't you, you naughty boy? And I haven't really started yet. There's going to be a long evening ahead before that gets a rest!' She pulled down harshly to expose the head of my cock completely.
