CABIN by jenna
Chapter 1
Her heart leapt with excitement. She had been running on pure adrenalin since getting her Master's email this morning. He always emailed her from work as soon as he got there with her list of chores for the day. Today his message was a simple one, a single word. Cabin.
That meant she was to leave all the mundane housework to be taken care of later. She was to phone the caretaker to go and air out their cabin in the woods. Oh she loved that cabin! It sat upon a lake with a stone path down to a dock. There was a boat and a small boathouse for privacy. Their section of the lake was ringed by huge, old forest trees. The wildlife was unbelievable. Master always laughed at her childlike fascination with sitting in the gazebo at dusk and watching the night creatures come to life.
She rushed about the house packing all they would need for a long weekend. She packed Masters clothes, her own ( not that he allowed her to wear much) and other odds and ends that one always finds they need. Master always teased her about packing too much but he always wound up needing everything she packed. She stopped her frenzy for a moment and simply stood, smiling.
Looking at the clock,she gasped sharply. Master was due home in an hour! The frenzy began anew. She quickly shed her clothes and ran to the shower, all hot and sweaty from the packing. Running the water cold to make her skin nice and pink and tight, she used Master's favorite soaps and oils. Washing her hair twice, she revelled in the feelings she was already having. The cabin was a break from the day to day life and a reaffirmation of her slavery to her Master. She thought about shaving herself for Master, but knew he loved to do it for her.
Stepping from the shower and toweling carefully she went to her closet. Smiling, she chose Masters favorite baby doll pajamas. He liked her to travel in as little as possible and this outfit was perfect. It was loose fitting and soft. Lightweight and filmy with easy access for Master's roaming hands. It had shorts with it but they were ridiculously big and she was always tangled in them, causing them both to laugh as she fought to keep them straight.
The outfit was simple white cotton. It had sleeves and looked a lot like a T shirt. There were tiny blue and pink flowers on it and Master loved her wearing it when she was fresh from the shower. With her hair blow dryed and tied back with a pretty pink and blue bow of long slender strings. She looked rather young but also very fresh and innocent. Master knew that in many ways she was that fresh and innocent girl. She was dressed and ready 15 minutes before Master pulled into the driveway.
Kneeling beside the door she waited perfectly still for her Master. She had a small pillow upon a lovely Persian rug that Master allowed her to kneel upon every day, waiting for him to get home from work. She rested her soft knees there, waiting for his arrival. Her sweet ass he loved so much was rocked back on her heels and she laid her small hands to her downy thighs. She smelled wonderful and looked even better. Nearly the picture of angelic innosence. The only sign of her impatience was a slight twitch upon her perfect lips. They parted even as her thighs were parted, for she never knew when her Master would order "open" and want her soft , warm mouth to pleasure him. She was very good at it and her Master knew she loved it, so he kindly let her pleasure him often.
Hearing the car pull in the drive and park in the garage she began to tremble. Master was home! She couldnt wait for him to come striding into the house, but knew she had to. He was locking up the family car he used for work and such. No doubt checking to be sure she had done all for their Jeep that she is instructed to for trips. She went to have the oil changed today, filled it with gas and lowered the top down, just as Master preferred. He liked to fondle her sometimes on the open road. Ocassionally baring parts of her for the truckers who passed them.. Master said theirs was a hard job and they deserved some small reward for the work they did.
She heard his heavy footfalls approaching. He had come in through the garage and not the front door. It was ok though, she was always to wait for him just where she was. A tiny whimper passed her lips as she heard the shower come one. Master knew she was waiting for him by the door and he had decided to run a shower. Normally she would have rushed to bathe him, but she had been here before. He wants her to wait while he bathes and then they will be off on their trip. The Jeep was already loaded and the snacks waiting in a cooler on the back seat. She sighs as she hears the shower turn off and knows Master will be dressing soon and they will be ready to go.
A smile is on her lovely lips as she smells Masters cologne. He is close to her now, but she keeps her eyes down and her hands stilled. It is known to both of them that she doesn't move until her Master greets her after his long day. The supple leather of his boots are beneath her gaze now, she begins to tremble anew. She feels his strong hand upon her chin as he lifts her gaze to him gently. With a smile on the lips she loves so much he speaks in a low, rumbling tone, "Very good little one, lets go." She fairly leaps to his arms and hugs him tight with a squeal of delight. His laugh is full and robust, sweeping her to his arms he carries her to the Jeep and plops her into the passenger seat, going back to lock up the house as is his duty to her safety and his.
He digs the keys to the Jeep from the pocket of the tight faded jeans he wears, sliding into the seat beside her. With a well manicured finger ( she takes care of all his grooming for him) he presses the button to the door opener and they back out of the garage. Lowering the door as he backs out of the driveway, they are at long last on their way. She breathes deeply and enjoys the warm night air. At first it is a bit uncomfortable but when the sun sinks beyond the horizon the night chills and she feels happier than she ever has.
The drive is long and she grows a little sleepy. Her Master looks over to her and smiles warmly, loving his girl more than he can ever say. He reaches a hand over and begins stroking her thigh. He chuckles as her thighs part automatically , even in her sleep. Marveling at the softness of her skin beneath his rough fingers he slides his hand higher. She groans low and gutteral as she begins to wake up, her hips already writhing to meet his touch. Her ribbons are blowing in the balmy air as they speed down the highway. She wakes fully and smiles to her Master. The look on her face is pleasure mixed with the deep love she feels for him.
Pulling alongside a truck he looks over to his girl. His smile is impish and she shivers to see it. His gaze heated , he looks her up and down and flips her top with his fingertip, telling her , "Take it off." She obeys immediately and he gives the little Jeep some more gas and pulls up along side the truck. With a smile he turns on the cb radio. Master always likes to listen to the truckers tell each other of the hot lady and the man in the Jeep when he has her "rewarding" them for a good job.
Tonight is no different. The stars are bright and the sky is perfectly clear. It is a wonderful night. Her breasts jiggle with every bump they hit and she smiles to her Master, her long hair whipping loose of the ribbons and swirling upon itself in silken tendrils. They pull alongside the truck, she keeps her eyes down as always, still shy despite it all. Her Master chuckles, knowing that deep down she enjoys the exhibitionism. They hear the cb crackle to life just as expected. The trucker has a very nice sounding voice as he tells all of the other truckers what he is looking at. He seems to notice of a sudden that the Jeep has a cb and he laughs, thanking Master for the show of his girl. Instinctively seeming to know she is his slave. She wonders briefly if it is that plain, as her collar is in a bag in back, Master not making her wear it while they are out.
Master picks up the mic and tells the trucker he is more than welcome. They begin a conversation as they are driving side by side down the highway. The trucker asks point blank if the girl is a submissive. Master answers him proudly, "No, she is my slave." The trucker is impressed and tells Master that he too has a slave at home and compliments him on how well behaved she is. Master is very very proud of his girl and thanks the trucker for his kind thoughts.
The trucker laughs and asks Master how obedient the girl is. Master replies without hesitation, "Completely." The trucker wants to be shown, and is polite enough in the request that Master agrees, although he doesn't usually put his girl through dog and pony shows for the curious. He asks the trucker what would prove his girls training and the trucker thinks for a bit. "Have her strip totally naked for me.", he says. Master agrees and tells the girl to do so. She quickly strips off the bottoms and sits quietly in the front seat. The trucker is pleased beyond words and compliments Master again on the well trained girl.
By this time Master has warmed to the trucker and is feeling rather proud and full of himself. He looks to his girl and commands her, "Open." Being in the Jeep she knows her Master cannot stand before her so she lowers her head to his crotch and begins to work his hard manhood free of the snug jeans. Hungrily licking and lapping at it , her Master groans over the mic that he has not fed his little darling today and slaves require a lot of feeding. The trucker roars with laughter and agrees heartily. Before too long Master is ready to cum for his darling, but orders her to pull off. She does , of course, but not without a mew of regret. He chuckles and tells her to straddle him as they fly down the open highway.
She does so eagerly, her wetness from licking her Masters cock enables him to slide in with ease. Master holds the mic button down so the trucker can hear her heavy breathing as she rides her Master. The trucker nods his approval and vows he must get home soon after he hears her whisper to her Master, "Thank you Master."
The trucker is chuckling as he tells Master none of the other drivers on the road believe what he is telling them is happening. Master speaks lowly to the mic and the trucker agrees to the request. The girl doesn't see all of the other trucks edging over to the right lane but her Master does and laughs. His laugh is now full of lust as his girl takes her pleasure upon his hardness. He wants nothing more than to pull over and take her in every way he can imagine. Instead, he drives faster, slowing only when he passes each truck. He is exhibiting his girl for all of them!
They pass what must be dozens of trucks. Its odd that no cars are on the road at this hour, but she cant be bothered with that. She rides her Master with abandon and the fact that they drive steadily onward with no wavering over the lines is a testament to her Masters control over himself. He is growling now and leans t bite her neck now and again, spurring her on.
With a loud groan she climaxes upon her Master. Her body convulses wildly and he is hard put to keep her steady and keep the Jeep on the road. His smile is huge as the truck horns begin to blow. It is a raging cacaphony, cheering his and girl on to her powerful orgasm. He smiles and kisses her nose, telling her to lie down in back with the blanket and sleep till they reach the cabin. She has earned her rest.
CHAPTER 2
She wakes from her sound sleep just as Master pulls into the long drive to the cabin. The sun is fully set and the night air is chill. Smiling, she sits up groggily and looks to her Master. Scooting over to the side of the Jeep she prepares to get out, her Master scoops her up to his arms, carrying her inside as she cuddles within his strong embrace. Laying her gently to the bed he undresses and lays beside her, pulling her close to him. They lay like that for a long time, until Master dozes. She slips caefully from his arms and moves to the large bathroom to clean up a bit.
Running a warm shower she luxuriates under the stream of warm water, letting it cascade down her body. Her flesh shining and perfect. The soap running over her, the bubbles sliding down her body, her hands slowly and gently caressing herself. She moans softly, biting her lip to be quiet so as not to wake her Master. Knowing she is not allowed release without her Masters permission, she stops just before she climaxes. A frustrated whimper passes her sweet lips as she steps from the shower and towels off. She dresses in her Masters favorite camisole, red and lacey, and so very thin and revealing.
Quietly, she pads to the side of the bed to wake her Master, laying a soft and gentle hand to his cheek. Slowly his eyes open, taking in her outfit. A smile comes to his lips as she shwispers, "Master, may ciarra run a bath for you?"
"Yes ciarra, that would be wonderful"
"Thank you Master, it is her pleasure to serve you in anyway she can."
Rising, she begins to move away, but Master pulls her hard to him and kisses her fiercely before releasing her with a sharp swat on the ass. She giggles happily, though her lips are bruised a bit and her bottom stings from the swat. She loves it when Master is rough with her and knows it. She moves into the bathroomand approaches the huge bathtub with the golden fixutres. Drizzling some of the bath bubbles Master faovors into the water, she tests the temperature of the water. Making sure it just right right for him.
The bubbles smell of his cologne and she savors the scent filling the room. So rapt is her attention she doesnt notice Master behind her. His soft touch to her hips as he gently pulls her bottom to him makes her moan softly. She smiles and wiggles just a bit, revelling in his deep throaty laughter. She sees his robe puddle at her feet and she again moans.
Master slips into the bath and sighs deeply. The drive, after a long days work was tiring for him. The warmth of the water rolling over him and caressing his body is beyond relaxing and his eyes close slowly as he lifts one hand to the girl. Ready and waiting for his bath to begin.
Happily, she lathers a sponge and begins with his shoulder, working her way down his rippling bicep to his corded forearm. Her satisfaction comes as he sighs with contentment. Gently she washes his hand, then fingers, carefully cleaning each finger, making sure that they are all covered in bubbles.
Moving to his other arm she repeats the process, taking her time and enjoying the bath as much as her Master does. Next, she lathers his chest, playfully flicking his nipples as she does, watching them harden to her touch. Moving to his taut belly she giggles as she gently pokes her finger to his belly button, raising her eyes to his, her own sparkling with merriment. Masters eyes darken as she moves lower. She strokes his hardening manhood with the cloth.
Laying aside the cloth she lathers both hands with plenty of soap, making them bubble and become slippery. Slowly she begins stroking the length of her Masters cock. Her hands sliding sensuously up and down him. Stroking as she applies pressure with her fingers, she looks to his eyes and smiles as he groans. Nothing excites her like her Masters groan of lust. It tells her that she is pleasing him and that he is having trouble controlling his desire for her.
She lathers his balls too, taking the razor to hand she asks him to please raise his hips a bit that she may shave him. He pulls his hips from the water, letting the soap cascade down his sides in slow, wonderful rivulets. She very carefully lifts his balls and shaves them for him. Master graciously allows her this and she is always grateful to him for the small touches he does to make her happy.
She helps pull her Master to his knees and releasing the sponge, lathers her hands and rubs them all over his cock, balls and ass. Spreading the rich lather all over him, smiling as he groans softly. Her small finger, slippery with the soap, darts just inside his tight ass and tickles him gently. Master is very hairy here as well and for the very first time, her eyes ask his if she may shave here as well. He hesitates, looks to his girl, so eager to please him at all times , and smiles as he nods to her. She thanks him and gently, very carefully shaves his wonderful little asshole. The thick hair disappearing to the soapy water.
Rinsing him , she leans forward and quickly flicks her tongue upon the newly shaved, puckered flesh. Her Masters gasp of surprise and intense pleasure tells her it was worth the displeasure she risked by even asking. She curls the tip of her tongue and begins flicking it faster and faster over the pink flesh. Smiling as her Master flinches, struggling to relax under her ministrations. She parts his cheeks so she can get closer. Reaching a hand to the center of his broad back she gently presses him forward. He braces his hands upon the wall, content for this time, to let her lead him.
With Master completely bent over she happily begins lapping his sweet ass with gusto. Trailing around the bright pink rim. Her tongue moving in circles slowly closing to the sensitive center. Her Master shudders and moans louder. With each moan she gets wetter herself. Feeling her juices running down her thighs now. Her tongue finally reaches the center of his pleasure. She pulls back and Master snarls with frustration. Leaning in she flicks her tongue up and down, dead center. She looks up to see her Masters strong hands on the wall, his fingers curling and knuckles white. One tiny hand rests to his broad back, feeling the tension there as Master grits his teeth, shaking and moaning.
Curling her tongue to a cylinder, she jabs delicately at the puckered hole. Pressing firmly then pulling away. Her Master is going nuts for her to enter and she knows she better, for he can torment her in so many devious ways. Keeping her tongue curled to a point, she barely touches the pinkness. Slowly pressing harder and harder, the increments almost imperceptible, she adnvances. Going more slowly than her Master wants, but she knows she has to be careful and slow with him if she ever wants to do this for him again. And she wants very badly to do this for him again.
Ever so slowly, his pink asshole parts for her tongue. She pushes it in with agonizing slowness. Her Master is growling and panting like she has never heard him before. She will remember this in the future. Master is in an agony of bliss as she enters him more fully now. With her tongue finally pushed deep inside her Masters ass, she slowly unfurls it. The broad of her tongue stretches her Masters little hole. : She flinches a little as her Master growls in something approaching a beasts hungry tone. She worries that she has hurt him, but sees he is shaking with the effort to control himself.
She curls her tongue again, letting his tight sphincter relax again. Her tongue begins a slow thrust in and out of his tight ass. She feels his muscle grasping her as he tenses. Placing gentle hands to his hips she calms him and continues the slow fucking of his ass with her hot tongue. Master is beginning to rock back and forth now, his head dropped low between his outstretched arms. His body is bucking back to her face and she is glad he is allowing her to please him this way. Glad as well, that he has given her the control over his hips, for in his excitement she fears he would knock her over.
She begins to alternate curling and uncurling her tongue with more rapid thrusts. Listening tot he growls of her Master, his extreme excitement at this new pleasure. She is so wet and hot her clit is throbbing without her ever having touched it. She cant wait for Master to take her. She wants him so badly. But even more than that, she wants his pleasure at this moment.
Suddenly, he snarls out, "Enough, girl!" and she instantly stops, rocking back on her heels with head bowed, eyes to her hands. She fears the worst. Master is angered with her. She hears him moving in the tub, but doesnt dare to look up. His voice is raspy and harsh as he orders her to stand. Obediantly she stands before her Master, trembling in fear. Not fear of him hurting her, though it is his right, but fear she has disappointed or angered him and he will remove his touch from her.
Master doesnt say another word. He picks her up and slings her over his broad shoulder like her weight is but a feather. His hand reaches to hold behind her legs as her head and torso hang down his back. She lets her arms dangle as she has been taut to do, totally unresisting. His free hand caresses her sweet ass, feeling the bare flesh before he smacks it soundly. She jerks in his grasp from surprise and receives another, harder swat for her disobediance.
Master marches from the bathroom to what he calls the playroom. There are all sorts of "toys" he loves to use on her. Whips, chains, handcuffs, shackles to the floor and walls. But his favorite is a huge rack in the shape of a large X. He sets her feet to the floor and points to the rack. She shakes and trembles as she goes to it, sliding on. She fastens the leather straps around her ankles and right wrist as he has trained her to do. Leaving the left wrist for Master to take care of, which he does.
For the first time snce he orderedher to stop what she was doing, he speaks. "Look what you caused in your Master, girl." and he pulls her face toward him. The rack has her on waist level to her Master, he had it made special for that purpose. Her eyes widen in shock when she sees how big and hard he is. He has never been this large before. So thick and long. She is amazed and more than a little proud of herself, even all stretched out on the rack.
He glares at her smile and walks to the bottom of the rack. His erection is tall and proud. He stands between her thighs and glowers at her. Roughly shoving three fingers deep inside her dripping cunt, he barks to her as she groans loudly, "Who's cunt is this girl?" She whimpers past trembling lips, "Yours Master!" His lips curl to a smile as he says, "Your damned right it is girl, and now our Master is going to fuck that cunt without a care in the world in your pleasure, pain or wants, is that understood?" She begins weeping openly as she again utters, "Yes Master."
With a savage thrust he takes her. Slamming that hard, stiff cock deep inside her pussy. His pussy. She arches on the rack, screaming her pain and desire. His laughter runs through her like a white hot knife. She bucks and writhes against the bonds. Her Master knows her so well. He knew his apparent indifference to her feelings and pleasure excite her beyond measure. He looks to her and orders her not to cum before he allows it. She whimpers and nods her assent. She wouldnt dare disobey him.
His thrusts become savage, animalistic as he looks to his girl all strpped down and helpless before him. With a howl from deep within his throat he orders her to cum with him and she does. Wildly and savagely they cum together. Lost in the lust for one another, a slave for her Master, and a Master for his treasured slave.
Gently, he unties her and carries her to the bedroom, this time cradled in his arms. Laying her to the bed with the greatest of care, he hooks the leash on the head board to her collar, slipping into bed behind her and curling his body protectively over and around hers. They soon sleep, she tied to him in every way, the braided leather leash just a physical sign of the chains he has on her heart.