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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older.
The series starts as lesbian nonconsent/reluctance. A lesbian goes off the grid for vacation. She seeks shelter from a storm at what is assumed to be a seldomly used cabin but is caught when the owner shows up unexpectedly. The years of suppressing her submissive tendencies bubble to the surface as she is forced to accept punishment for trespassing and settling the tab for staying in the cabin.
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By the time we made it back to the cabin, I was fighting the urge to beg my captor to let me cum. I couldn't believe being spanked and lead through the woods by my pussy was turning me on. It came as no surprise that the slut test had come back as positive. I had suppressed my submissive tendencies for years.
Even though I allowed a few women to spank me in the past, I usually controlled the setting and the spanking. A nice red stinging ass always turned me on, but this was above and beyond and so was my excitement.
I shivered at the thought that I'd have no say in what happened next, and I wasn't sure that didn't excite me more.
Giving up control of my orderly, neat, regimented life was not something I wanted to do. I liked controlling my world. Making decisions, building my career, being the best of the best, especially in a man's world. But it was exhausting being in charge, making the judgement calls in what felt like a 24/7 job. So, giving up a little bit of control in the bedroom was a fair trade for intense orgasms.
When the cabin came into view, the full weight of apprehension swept through me. My stomach twisted in knots knowing I would not be in control of my world or my body until, and if, my mistress released me.
I stumbled when she stopped short of the porch steps. My shoulders and wrists ached from the awkward position bound behind me.
"Shoulders sore?" My tormentor asked, almost sounding concerned about my comfort.
"Please mistress. My shoulders and wrists hurt. Can you please release them mistress?"
With a nod, she released the straps of the pack dropping it to the ground. The pressure eased off a little, but not totally.
With a slight tug she led me up the three wooden stairs.
"Wait right here," she said, clipping my leash to a hook on the post.
I didn't bother replying. Honestly, even if I wasn't clipped to the post, where did she think, I was going to go naked with my arms bound behind my back?
There wasn't much of my body that wasn't tired from the hike. From my throbbing pussy begging for relief to my raw wrists to my aching shoulders and arms.
She damn near skipped through the door. Black silk ties or something like it dangled from her fingers.
I didn't know how this could get worse, but I was sure it was about to. My stomach churned at the very real thought she may not let me go.
"You look so delicious." My mistress licked her lips, leaning into my neck inhaling. "Mmmmm. Love your cunt perfume."
Her warm breath caressed my neck, and the tip of her tongue traced my collar bone leaving me breathless.
There was a brief tug of the ties holding my wrists. My arms dropped down. The sigh of relief lasted less than a second. Pin pricks of pain seared through my shoulders, radiating down my arms.
"Fuck fuck fuck," I chanted rocking back and forth on my feet. I bent at the waist, trying to move my hands up to rub my arms, but they just hung, lifeless in that state between pain and numbness.
"It'll be ok," the woman said softly, running a soothing hand over my head and down my back. You would have thought she was a concerned lover. "Just breath." She whispered again lightly rubbing my shoulders, arms, and back.
"Oh Jesus Christ," I whispered as my knees gave out and I fell onto the wooden porch.
I wasn't sure how long I rocked back and forth, but eventually the pain receded to a dull throb. I rolled my wrists, gently rubbing them. There was a small welt, but I was surprised the skin wasn't cut open.
"Arms better?" she asked as I slowed my rocking.
"Yes ma'am." I kept my bowed my head.
She knelt before me. "Hold out your hands."
She'd spoken so softly, I almost missed what she said. My hands trembled as I held them out. She slipped a wide silk-like cuff over one hand then the other. I inhaled against the burning sensation as she tightened each one slightly. The cuffs easily covered the thin abrasions. A cool thick gel like substance seemed to coat my skin when she turned the cuffs, so the ends were on the inside of my wrists. The burning faded to an almost lovely numbness.
The two end loops contain a clip which she hooked together. At least my arms were in front of me this time and there was about a foot of space between them.
She stood up, pulling on the link between the two cuffs. "Up you go."
My legs felt wobbly, but I managed to stand upright without assistance. I groaned as she lifted my arms up. She pressed a knee between my legs forcing them wide as she slipped the link over a hook high on the post. With the thick soles of my hiking boots, I remained flat footed on the porch versus on my tip toes.
"Hang in there." She smiled, patting my cheek before disappearing back inside.
If not for my hands being hooked to the top of the post, I would have fallen. I wanted to curl in a ball and rock myself to sleep. My shoulders throbbed. No amount of shoulder presses would have prepared me for this. I wondered how long she planned to keep me here. A ripple of fear coursed through me at the thought that she may not come back any time soon, leaving me tied to the post for hours or God forbid tomorrow.
It felt like hours when she returned, but most like only a few minutes. I was just grateful she'd not left me shackled to the porch, yet.
"Now who's a good slut, keeping her legs open?" Her voice was soft and warm.
She placed a pad, pen, and a bottle of water on the table between two wooden chairs before walking over to me. She smoothed my hair off my forehead. Her fingers trailing over the side of my face, cupping my cheek. I could only imagine what she might be like outside of this bizarre episode.
Was she a caring lover? Soft and sweet?
I whimpered too sore to beg.
"Oh, poor baby. Do you want to be released?"
"Yes mistress," I answered quietly.
She stepped up in front of me, sliding a finger against my slit. She ran the finger back and forth over my outer lips before dipping the tip between my aching lips.
