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.
