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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.
If this is offensive to you, please find another story. If you read on, please enjoy and comments are always welcome.
Payments 1 and 2 Due
Acceptable currency: Slut's Ass
The lingering soreness in my shoulder and arms from yesterday's capture faded as I worked through the chores. I'd even managed to remember to keep the riding crop with me. Unfortunately, I couldn't say the same about keeping my legs spread.
My pussy and inner thighs throbbed and were bright pink after the fourth reminder that my mistress was to have access to my body whenever she wanted. I'd be up to twenty-five strokes if I forgot again. The punishment was evenly spread between each thigh and my cunt, leaving me wet and achy without causing high levels of pain.
Anyone else would probably have learned by now, but not me. Maybe it was because the feeling of the crop against my skin turned me on to a level I've never experienced. Each stroke took my desire to be thoroughly fucked, up a notch or ten. I couldn't remember a time I'd been this horny, craving the sting and the promise of what may come as a reward later. The stinging between my legs should have prevented me from forgetting, but it seemed to have the opposite effect. I wanted to be fucked hard until I was screaming out in relief.
Bad sluts weren't allowed to cum, and I wondered how I could balance out the infractions and still excel at pleasing my mistress so she would credit my account to the point of relief. Maybe accepting the punishments without complaint would make a bigger dent in what was owed. With any luck, she'd take pity on me and allow me to cum again. I shuddered at the intensity of my morning orgasm.
I would do just about anything to feel that same sensation rushing through my body, catapulted to the stars. I savored the morning orgasm to the point that my cunt was almost dripping as I walked back and forth from the wood stack to the fireplace.
Without clothes to buffer my skin from the logs, I could only manage to carry one or two at a time. While not overly taxing, my feet were starting to ache. I tried to distract myself from my tender feet and imagined my mistress on the floor in front of the hearth. It would be toasty when the cooler air blew in this evening. I pictured flicking my tongue over her nipples until they were rock hard. Sucking her soft flesh as I filled my mouth with her breast. The heat of the fire would tease my wet folds as I kissed and licked my way down her torso to her delicious pussy.
As I imagined my mistress cumming on my face, I rubbed my things together. Maybe she would take pity on me after I gave her another explosive orgasm and fuck my cunt. I wondered if it would be as intense as this morning or if the only way to experience the complete overwhelming bliss would be after hours of edging.
I shook my head to clear the lustful thoughts and headed back outside. My feet were tender after pacing between hard wood, grass, and pebbles to move the wood from outside and stack by the fireplace. The grass felt cool and soft as I made my way back to the porch after securing the tarp over the wood stack. I slid my feet over the cool grass, trying to hide my discomfort.
"Problem baby slut?" Mistress asked from her chair, where she'd overseen my work.
"No, mistress," I replied, gritting my teeth as the pinprick of needles attacked the soles of my feet as I took the few steps back up to the porch.
"Sit." She pointed down a spot in front of her.
Being naked for almost twenty-four hours was almost comfortable. I barely thought about it as I lowered myself to the floor.
"Legs." She flipped two fingers up.
My face and chest burned as I laid back, lacing my fingers behind my head and lifting my feet. Mistress cupped her palms around my heals, raising my legs higher. She ran a thumb lightly over the tender skin.
"Sore?" she asked.
I wanted to say no, but I knew the look on my face would give me away. "A little, mistress."
The flame of heat in my chest grew as she swung my legs wide. I felt every inch of the slut she wanted me to be, laying on my back with my hands laced behind my head, my slick cunt on full display. She lowered my heels onto the arms of the chair keeping my legs open wide.
The cool air touched my moist center. I moaned, bucking my hips up eager to get something pushed hard inside me. I bit my lower lip fighting the urge to beg for release.
"Stay," she ordered with a giggle. She lifted my left foot to step under it before setting it back on the chair leaving me spread open.
The temperature in my body grew as the flames of humiliation licked up my torso. How had I allowed myself to be left naked with my legs splayed waiting for a stranger to do whatever she wanted to my body. I was so incredibly wet and horny. All the thoughts of being controlled and punished ran through my mind. Each memory driving my lust higher. My pussy muscles clenched in anticipation.
The door opened and she lifted my leg and slid back into the chair. She placed two cups on the table to her left before opening a white tube. It seemed that none of the containers had labels. Even the lubes in the bedroom were only differentiated by the color of the lids.
She rubbed the gel between her hands before picking up my right foot. The cool liquid eased the burning sensation. After she spread the gel over the sole of my foot, she worked her fingers to the top. Her fingers pressed between the little bones on the top, moving up bit by bit. Rotating my ankle and massaging my calf muscle.
Afraid that she would stop, I suppressed a sigh. My muscles flexed under the pressure. She worked quietly and I felt myself relaxing, enjoying the soft attention. I closed my eyes when she started to work on the other foot. This was a far cry from the cold harsh
I was almost half asleep when she tugged my left foot.
"We should talk about your first payment baby slut."
The sleepiness that floated over me was instantly gone. I swallowed repeatedly, dreading this conversation. Time had run out and I could stall no longer.
"Yes, mistress." I licked my lips distracted by her massaging my calf.
Her gaze never wavered. She was waiting on me. I was to offer up payment - now or never, right? "I would like to make my first payment, mistress."
"Excellent," she grinned. The smile made her eyes sparkle. "And how much would you like to pay?"
Looking to impress her with my
first
payment, I said, "I thought I would start with sixty-two, mistress."
"Ambitious for a first payment. Are you sure?"
"Yes, mistress. I'm sure." Even though deep inside I wasn't so sure. My stomach tightened at the upcoming payment.
She placed my left heal on the arm of the chair. "Ok. Up and over." She waved a hand over her legs.
With less grace than I wanted, I thrust my hips up and pushed backwards. My pussy spread obscenely wide as I moved to stand in front of her. My hands trembled slightly as I bent over her knees.
"Payment in lieu of money will be one strike per dollar. The payment will always be a bare handed spanking. Since the payment is over fifty, I'll need to change hands. Halfway through the payment, you will turn around so I can use my other hand to finish collecting the payment."
