If Only The Ending

I had plans for other sessions but to write them felt like a check list of things which can be read in lots of other stories out there. Maybe someday I'll think of more creative ways to write them. Today I'm skipping ahead to the end I envisioned...at least on the part of Samantha.

A Trip to the Ruins

Samantha couldn't wait to be done with classes for the term. She had arranged to escape to the Scottish highlands for a few days after her last final and simply disappear. All she wanted to do was hike, explore the ruins of several castles in the area, and sleep. She hadn't been able to believe her luck at finding the cottage to rent at such a cheap rate. It was perfectly located a couple of miles away from people on an acreage which, and this was the part which sealed the deal, had it's own castle ruins hidden away in the woods. They were privately owned and thus, not open to the public with the only access path starting right at her little cottage. She could take all the time she wanted to explore and not have to worry about running into anyone or being forced to make polite small talk with strangers. It was going to be her private retreat away from the world so she hadn't told anyone she was going.

Master was thankful for rich family friends. The Fraser's let him use it free of charge pretty much whenever he wanted to as they had other properties they preferred to use for their highland holidays. Because this was a part of family history, they kept it in good condition and once a year would have a weekend gathering there but otherwise, they let it be used by close friends looking for a quiet get away. He had used it several times, especially as deadlines for research submissions loomed, to help him stayed focused at it forced him to be away from distractions, like the telly and internet. The fact that she had been so lucky in finding the place for a few days after her finals were done was not due to luck at all.

With her last final done, and her roommate getting on her nerves, Samantha was at the car rental company first thing in the morning, anxious to get started on her time away. She had simply told her roommate that she was taking a spur of the moment trip and would be back no later than Tuesday...the day after her roommate was done with finals and the day before she was leaving for her own getaway. After taking care of the paperwork, Samantha threw her backpack into the backseat of the car, plugged the address into the GPS, and started to drive.

It really was a beautiful country. Knowing she had plenty of time before dark, she took her time stopping at places which looked interesting to take photos and walk around. She had some interesting conversations with locals when she stopped for lunch and they gave her an excellent tip about a local park with some beautiful waterfalls. By the time she stopped to grab a few groceries for breakfast the next morning, she was noticeably more relaxed and looking forward to an early night for the first time in over a week.

The GPS had led her to right to the front door of the cabin and, as had been promised, she noticed that a porch light had been turned on in the lingering twilight. She knew the caretaker had been there to make sure the place was ready to go and that she would find the key to the front door under the flower pot close by. She shut off the car, grabbed her back pack, and went to find the key. Lifting up the flower pot, her eyes fell onto the mask and the handcuffs as well as the house key. Somehow she knew she was being asked to make a choice. She could grab the key and let herself in, going on with her plans to have a quiet holiday. Or she could put her back pack down, strip, put on the mask and cuff herself, as she knelt under the light in front of the door to wait for master.

Master waited at the edge of the woods, watching while she got out of the car and stretched before making her way to the front door. If she choose the quiet holiday, the session would be forgotten and he would stay at a local B&B, working on the paper he was trying to complete. If she chose the session, he would let himself into the back door before letting her in the front and she would remember throughout the weekend that she could have made another choice, but chose to be with him instead.

She stared at the items for a long time. Part of her really was exhausted and just wanted to sleep. Part of her remembered the excitement and intensity of the previous sessions. She equally wanted to pick both but knew she had to pick one. Finally, she took out her notebook and wrote a quick note. Sliding it under the door, she picked up the mask and cuffs.

As he watched her write the note and slide it under the door, he held his breath to see what she would choose. It was something unexpected. He wondered what it meant. As she reached down to make her choice, he realized just how badly he wanted her to choose the session, not because of the plans he had to use her but because of how much he truly wanted to spend time with her. From the start she had been interesting to talk with, such a unique blend of naughty and nice, of depravity and innocence. He let out a sigh of relief he hadn't realized he was holding as she set her back pack off to the side, striped and put her cloths on top of it, knelt down in the light, put on the mask, and cuffed her hands behind her back. She was his for the next three days.

He silently crept out of the trees and admired her naked, kneeling form bathed in the glow of the porch light as the twilight faded into darkness. Snapping some still shots, he left her waiting as he went around to grab his bag and let himself into the back door. Once inside, he went to grab the note she had slide under the door. Unfolding it he read:

"Master, 49% of me wants to relax and sleep. 51% of me wants to be with you. Majority wins but the minority asks you to please allow your toy some rest as well so that I may please you to the fullest extent during our waking hours together."

He smiled. He had anticipated her exhaustion and so the majority of the time was more about them anyway. He had let her online fans know that there would be no live feed due to the lack of service so there was no reason to push her until she had a chance to get fully rested. Plus, he did want her to have a holiday so they would be enjoying the area as well. But he once again admired her for being able to find the loophole to be able to fully express herself. He smiled as he opened the door to welcome his fuck toy to start her session.

"Hello by good girl. So glad you decided to come. So glad you decided to play some more games. But those games can start tomorrow, tonight we are going to simply enjoy some of the perks of the cabin. Come on in and let me show you around."

She felt him gently grab her hand and pull her to her feet and into the warm cabin. He removed the mask, assuring her it wouldn't be needed as they would not be filming as well as the cuffs. They were about the choice, not about having her ready to jump right into one of the games he had ready for her. He grabbed her backpack and put it in the master bedroom which already had a fire going in the fireplace. He showed her the master bathroom, telling her to feel free to take a shower while he found them something to eat as a late dinner. She stepped thanked him and gratefully stepped into the spacious shower, letting the hot water beat at the sore muscles in her neck and shoulders. She idly wondered about her comfort level at being naked with a masked man she didn't recognize but the thoughts quickly drifted away. As she stepped out of the shower, she noticed a towel and super comfy looking robe had been set out for her. She dried herself out, wrapped herself in the towel and wandered out to the kitchen.

Master looked up to see her standing in the doorway to the kitchen. "Feeling better?" She nodded. "Good, let's have something to eat. It's not much but it is something." He had to admit that he wasn't much of a cook but he had learned a couple of tricks over the years. One was a simple fettuccine alfredo with chicken. He set the dish down in front of her along with a glass of wine. "So, tell me about the drive up here. What did you see?"

Dinner smelled delicious making her realize how hungry she was. Sitting down she thanked him and began eating while they talked about life. It was easy to talk to him, she felt like she had known him for ages. They talked about their studies and research and the different sights to see in the area. She talked about how excited she was that the property had its own castle ruins and he told he a little bit about the history of the place and the family that owned it. It was fun and relaxing. As they finished their meal, he suggested the take advantage of the fire place while they had dessert.

They settled into the fire place. She commented on how it amused her when fireplaces opened into two different rooms making one able to glimpse into the other if the doors were open on both sides. She wondered how many couples had been spied on over the years of family gatherings and groups of friends who had stayed there in forgetting to close the doors on the bedroom side. From there the conversation turned to things of a more adult nature and soon the conversation ended all together.

As much as master knew she craved to be used and abused as a fuck toy, to be pushed to see how far she would go towards depravity, he also knew she craved romance. It was another one of those contradictions which seemed to define her that he was coming to appreciate more and more. Truth be told, he found the romance to actually be more of challenge than the other stuff. The pain and torture, bondage and humiliation, a lot of it was basic biology. If you bothered to learn your way around a women's sensitive areas, you could force her to cum regardless of what she was experiencing. In romance you actually had to earn the right to make every move and take pride in not only igniting a fire, but keeping it going and then building it up bit by bit until she was ready to melt from the heat of it. It gave her so much more time to rethink and chance her mind. So many more opportunities to say no. He thought it was so much more the measure of a man if he could lead her through all of that without realizing it until a woman's need took over and brought her under your control.

Tonight was all about that romance. He knew she had a long and stressful couple of weeks, that a big part of her just wanted to relax, but he was determined to work past her defences until she was begging him to cum despite her desire to simply go to bed. It had been fun to watch her relax as she talked about the waterfalls she had found and the locals she had met on the way up. He subtlety would top off her wine whenever it would start to get low. Her laugh was beautiful to listen to as they swapped stories of childhood mishaps. He had programmed the thermostat to let the cabin to the point of just starting to be chilly as they finished dinner so it was an easy transition to move in front of the fire place. He smiled as she pondered how many couples had been seen accidentally through the fire place over the years, suggestively pointing out that it may not have always been so accidental.

The conversation turned to sexier things. Some she had already told him about in various hypnosis sessions but her programming prevented her from remembering, some she had not which surprised him as he had thought they have covered most everything. When she reached up to rub at a knot in her neck, he casually moved behind her to begin rubbing her shoulders, inching the robe off of her shoulders as he went along.

His hands felt so good, so strong, so able to find just the right places. Between the wine, and the firelight and the conversation, she was finding it hard to stayed focused long enough to put a sentence together to keep up her end of the conversation. "Why don't you just lay down so you can relax a bit more?" The suggestion was whispered in her ear and without really thinking about it, she lay down on her stomach, basking in the warmth of the fireplace. She felt him place his knees on either side of her hips, his weight gently pushing her hips into the blankets beneath them as he resumed working on her shoulders, inching the robe lower as began to work down her spine.

As he continued, she let him slip her arms out of the robe, enjoying the magic touch of his fingers as they massaged the stress of finals week away. She felt his fingers dip lower and lower as the relaxed more and more. And as he shifted and moved, she became aware of his hardening cock rubbing against her bare ass. "If you flip over, I can do the front." Another suggestion whispered into her ear. She again shifted her position without really thinking of much more than the magic of his fingers. As she settled on her back with her hands under her head, he moved to start with her feet. "You know, it doesn't seem fair that you are fully clothed and I clearly am not," she lazily observed.

He smiled as he continued his work. "I suppose you have a point there. Does this help?" As he moved from one foot to the other, he lifted his shirt off over his head.

"hmmm, uh huh." She muttered in approval from both the view and the continued work on her feet.

"So tell me, how far up am I allowed to go? Is this OK?" He moved up her to her knees and began working on her lower thighs.

"hmmm...yeah, that feels so good." 'In more ways than one,' she completed the thought to herself.

"What about this far?" He had moved half way up her thighs and had a clear view of the juices which has started to moisten her sex.

She let out a soft moan as she nodded and swallowed, hard.

"hmmm, I'll take that as a yes. Should I move up this far?" It was so much fun to add fuel to the fire which was building inside of her. He watched her as she tried to stay still, clearly fighting a loosing battle with the lust and desire within. She whimpered and nodded as he worked the muscles right at the very top of her legs, just a breath away from her sex which was quickly becoming swollen from her arousal.

"Any further in that direction and I won't be able to say I'm much of a gentleman, now will I? Taking advantage without permission," he pretended to be a bit appalled at the thought, "I just couldn't do that so we'll just move on up to your stomach."

She was so frustrated. Why on earth had he decided that was where he was going to be a gentleman?! But as he moved up her body, his now gently pushed down on her hips with his weight, pinning her in place.

He smiled as she groaned in frustration, settling himself lightly on top of her hips, his cock, now straining to be freed from its denim prison, pushing up against her sex as he moved to work on her stomach, her arms, and her breasts. Teasing her as he asked permission before going close to her stiff nipples. He intended to tease until she begged. And when he leaned down to suck one of her nipples into her mouth, twirling his tongue around it, beg she did.

Vaguely she was aware that she didn't know the name of man currently teasing her to no end but the last couple of weeks had been so stressful and his hands felt so good, igniting a fire which was slowly building as his hands explored her body and bulge in his jeans brushed up against her sex. She didn't want him to stop using those hands but a need in her core that his hands would not be able to satisfy was growing until it finally edged itself to the top of the list. "aaaahhhh, please, don't stop." The words escaped as she gasped and sought some leverage to thrust her hips against his.

He delighted in hearing those words. But he didn't intend to pick up the pace of his attentions just yet. He eased her legs apart with his and lowered his mouth down to kiss her deeply, slowly grinding against her clit, enjoying the feel of her arms wrapping around him as she tried to draw him in closer, deeper, her body desperate to communicate what her mind couldn't find words to express at the moment. "You know, if you want more, you'll have to show me what you want." Tonight was much less about pushing boundaries and much more allowing her to let go of her inhibitions. Her subconscious knowing what she was capable of handling and allowing her to fully express herself.

As she heard him whisper in her ear, she knew she wanted more. She wanted to see him, all of him. To touch him. To drive him as crazy as he was driving her. As he kissed her again, she reached down to the waist band of his jeans, slowly in doing the button and lowering the zipper until she could reach in and lightly brush her hand against his hard cock which was clearly straining to be free of its confinements. It was her time to laugh a bit as he groaned in her ear and sucked in a deep breath. "Take them off, let me see all of you," she whispered into his ear.

He was more than happy to comply with her request. As he shifted to rid himself of his jeans and boxers, he couldn't help but notice how wet she was and wonder how much longer she would be able to hold out, how much longer he would be able to hold out. He figured it would fun to find out as he let her take the lead. As they explored each other, teased each other, drove each other higher in their arousal until finally they were both at the breaking point. She rolled them so she could be on top and slowly lowered herself onto his cock, groaning as it bottomed out inside her cunt. "Go ahead my good girl, take what you need," he whispered as he reached up to steady her.

It felt so good to slide his cock into her needy hole. As she took in his full length, she groaned slightly at how much it filled her up. She gave herself a minute to adjust and then begin to move up and down on the shaft between her legs, every part of her singing with arousal, so sensitive that she could it slide along every nerve ending. With just the lightest touch to her clit, she sent herself flying over the edge, her subconscious unlocking the memories of the previous sessions and the plans for this session as she did.

Seeing her send herself into climax, feeling her clench around his cock, master could hold back no longer as he went over the edge himself, emptying himself into her womb. He watched her as she came down, knowing it would be a climax which would release the hold her subconscious had on her memory, wanting to see how she would handle it. The moments while she processed were endless. Finally, she opened her eyes and looked down at him. She took a deep breath and releasing it simply said, "oooohhhhhhh," as she shakily released it.

Looking her in the eyes he asked if she was OK to which she nodded yes. He asked if she wanted to talk to which she nodded no. Asking her what she wanted to do she simply curled up next to him and whispered that she wanted to sleep. It wasn't what he was expecting but he let her be, reaching behind him to grab a blanket to wrap her up in as she drifted off into an exhausted sleep.

As she woke up the next morning, the memories of the other session which had been released the night before, as well as the memories of the night itself, came creeping back into her brain. 'Maybe it was all a dream, a really crazy dream,' she told herself. It worked until master shifted in his sleep, pulling her just a little bit closer into his arms. She peeked out through her eyelashes, his face still covered by the mask, his identity still hidden from her. Today was to be their last session out in the castle ruins. She didn't know the details beyond the fact that being bound and fucked outdoors was the last thing on the bucket list they had established at the start. All she had to do if she had changed her mind was get up and take a shower. Instead she found herself reaching down to master's cock.