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A Woodland Weekend
A Woodland Weekend by subcentcalmale
Friday morning could not get here soon enough. All week I had been both dreading and anticipating our weekend up in the hills at a “discreet” cabin far from civilization. The cabin belonged to a friend of Yours, and i had no doubt due to her financial and lifestyle status that it was posh as well as extremely well-equipped for those who’s proclivities included all forms of BDSM play. W/we left the house around 7 a.m., eager to get there early. The trip itself wasn’t overly exerting, only a three and a half hour drive up into the mountains, and the last thirty minutes of that was up the private road to the cabin itself.
W/we made our way easily through the freeway traffic, having begun our journey before the rush hour crunch began with a vengeance. It was easy to tell late that spring had set in, as W/we rolled the windows down shortly after catching the turn off to begin the climb up into the hills. The smell of fresh mountain air soon replaced the stale industrial stench of the city; relaxing U/us as W/we near the gate that guarded the private road that would lead U/us to O/our weekend retreat.
“Unlock the gate, pet” You tell me, and i hop quickly out of the car with key in hand and undo the chain and throw open the gate as You drive through. i jump back in quickly after locking the gate, masking any sign someone has traveled this way recently, and You begin the meandering drive up the road to our destination. my insides feel full of butterflies, and i steal a glance Your direction. Calm and collected as usual, not a trace of anxiety or excitement permeates Your cool exterior as You navigate the narrow road.
We roll to a stop under the carport in front of the cabin. The place looks to be the size of a modest mansion, not a cabin well back in the mountains. Double oak front doors stand guard deep in the entranceway, and You order me to grab O/our bags from the trunk as You walk ahead to open the doors. i grab the four bags from the trunk and hurry into the cabin, carefully avoiding banging against anything for fear of damaging something worth a years salary. You call out from an unseen room off to the right “Take the bags upstairs to the master bedroom, undress and put your cuffs and collar on then meet Me in the sun room once you have unpacked O/our belongings and put them away pet.”
“Yes, Mistress” i reply, and make my way up the curved staircase, mindful of the clear oak railing running the length of the stairway and across the landing. i find the master suite and set the bags down, quickly disrobe then find the toy bag with my cuffs and collar. The cuffs and collar are quickly secured, the luggage locks on O/our bags conveniently doubling as the mechanisms for my imprisonment until You release me at the end of
O/our weekend. Satisfied i’ve completed everything to Your demands, i make my way downstairs to the sun room and kneel beside You. The view is spectacular, a huge wall of glass panels looking out across the mountain range and down into the valley below. You almost get the feeling you could see forever looking out at the vista before you.
“I think this will be a most marvelous weekend, don’t you pet?”
“Yes Mistress. i think this will be a weekend to remember.”
“Why don’t you go to the kitchen and pour Me a glass of wine pet” You command.
“Right away Mistress.” i tell You as i rise quickly and head off to the kitchen. As i expected, no expense was spared in the kitchen either.
Italian marble floors and counter tops greet me as i enter, and a large island dominates the center of the room. i take note of the lack of a sink or stove in the island, and chuckle when i see the anchor points circling along the bottom of it. i can just imagine what kind of meal was prepared on that countertop. I pull a moderately expensive chardonnay out of the cooler and pop it open. Even the glasses have their own chiller when white wines are served. i pour Your glass and make my way back to the sun room, kneel once again beside You and offer You the glass.
“Excellent choice My pet. When you return to pour My next glass you may have one as well.”
“Thank You Mistress” is my answer as You drop Your hand down in front of me for worship. i kiss Your hand in tribute and You quickly take it away, O/our weekend barely starting. There will be time enough yet for ceremony and proper respect.
i make three more trips to the kitchen. Besides the wine i also bring
You some crackers and cheese to satisfy You until dinnertime. Pleased with my attentiveness, You allow me to also partake in the wine and crackers, and W/we relax and enjoy the view from the sun room as the afternoon wears
Eventually You decide it’s time for some distraction. “Come around in front of Me pet, it’s time you start earning your keep for the weekend.”
I crawl around the front of the chair to face You and am greeted by Your outstretched leg. Your shoes are already off and You begin teasing my mouth with Your toes, knowing i won’t dare take them in my mouth until given permission to do so. “Ooooo such a good little pet. You know well enough what happens when you start before I give you permission.”
i remember all too well how badly my muscles ached from hours of a standing spread-eagle mixed with croppings and floggings at regular intervals. i wondered almost aloud if i had rope burns around my cock and balls from the hemp rope i was forced to endure while standing there. “Stick out your tongue pet.” i instantly obey You. Leisurely You roll Your toes around on my tongue, making sure to cover every inch of my exposed tongue with Your toes before switching feet and repeating the process again. You enjoy this very much because You know how badly I want to lavish attention on Your feet, and also how humiliating it is to be kneeling before You drooling all over myself from keeping my tongue stuck out of my mouth as far as possible. You catch a long trail of slobber on Your toe and rub it all over my face, delighting in how red i turn in embarrassment as my humiliation continues.
Satisfied for now, You finally allow me what i’ve longed for these past few minutes. “Go ahead little pet. You’ve slobbered yourself enough for now. You have My permission to do your worship now.”
“Thank You Mistress, i promise i won’t disappoint You.” i barely am able to say before launching myself into my work. i carefully place a hand under Your heel and the other supporting Your calve. My tongue begins to once more trace circles around Your toes, caressing, bathing and massaging them all around. I gently kiss and nibble the undersides of Your feet, paying special attention to the arch of Your foot. You moan gently as I continue unabashedly lavishing attention up and down, top and bottom. You signal that You’ve had enough when You pull Your feet away, stand and say “Let’s go.”
“Yes Mistress.” I say, raising myself back up onto my knees so that
You may snap my leash to my collar. i follow behind You on all fours, careful not to let the leash go taut as You have trained me, lest it turn from leash to whip to correct my transgression.
You walk me through the entryway and up the stairs to the master suite.
The carpeting in the house is divine, so soft it almost feels like a sheepskin rug lying over a pillow. W/we pass through the master suite and head down the small hallway between the walk-in closets to the master bath. The bathroom is utterly huge, as big at least as a living room in an average sized house.
The dominant feature is the bathtub on the raised dais in one corner of the room, surrounded by floor to ceiling windows on two sides. The tub is huge as well, comfortably fitting two somewhat large people and god knows how many petite people. I count at least 24 whirlpool jets along the sides, most settled within the conforming bench seats for the occupants to lay back on while relaxing.
“Draw My bath while I prepare My pet. I will return shortly.”
“As You wish, Mistress.” i reply as i set to work running the water and adjusting the knobs to get the right temperature. Satisfied i have the temperature set perfectly, i dig around inside the cosmetics bag and find the bottle of lavender oil and pour some into the water. i make sure i mix it up thoroughly with the bath water, then i crawl over to the mini fridge under the vanity and grab a bottled water for You. Returning to the tub i find it filled to where You like it and shut off the water. I light the 2 dozen or so candles spaced around the tub and turn down the lights. Just as i finish You return, having brushed and put Your hair up in preparation for Your bath. “Very nice little pet, I’m going to enjoy this bath very much.”
“i hope so Mistress.” i help You step down into the tub, and as You lay back and let a contented “ahhhh” escape Your lips, i grab one of the egyptian cotton towels off the towel bar, fold it neatly and return to kneel next to the tub holding the towel out in front of me for Your use when You’re ready.
You extend Your bath as long as possible, using the jets to massage away any cares You might have. Fully relaxed and deeply satisfied, You stand and raise Your arms as i stand and wrap the towel around You. I pat
You down taking care to soak up all the water before removing the towel and hanging it neatly on the towel bar once again. You step off the dais and head for the master suite to dress for the evening. “Follow me pet, when I’m done dressing O/our night will truly begin.”
I comply immediately with “Yes Mistress.” And follow just behind You to the bedroom. You point to where You want me, and I kneel obediently as You dress. You slide into a leather teddy first, perfectly form-fitting of course, followed by black thigh-high stockings that You attach to the garters built into the teddy. Thigh-high kidskin boots and a long sheer robe complete Your ensemble. I can tell from Your outfit this will be a long night of sexual servitude interlaced with Your diabolical “corrections”
when You feel they’re needed. You get up from the chair and snap my leash back on my collar and almost second-handedly say to me “Off to the playroom now little pet.”
“As You wish Mistress.” I make sure to reply as I crawl behind you down the hallway towards the door at the end.
The room behind the imposing metal clad door is absolutely amazing.
Deep red walls with mahogany shelving seemingly suspended every type of flogger, cane, crop or whip imaginable underneath. Lining the shelves were a plethora of torture and pleasure devices, electro-stimulators with every known type of attachment, various clamps, dildos vibrators, plugs, weights.
Miles of rope and all different types of restraints, gags and hoods circled the entire room. The lush carpeting is everywhere except those places designed for the submissives to be bound. Those strategically placed areas were simply small spots of hardwood. There were several bondage furniture pieces scattered around the room as well.
In the far corner sat a small cage, a curtain drawn back around it, presumably to be pulled closed for punishing a wayward submissive.
A rack sat a few feet away, black leather padding gleaming in the light.
Opposite of the cage was a St. Andrews cross, equipped with a hinge pin so the person strapped onto it could be turned upside down with relative ease. An oversized spanking bench was to the right of the cross, obviously custom made, as it was a design that looked to be made to order. Towards the middle of the bench was a deep U-shaped pad that looked built into the bench. The pad had grooves along the insides of it, and it took a second for me to realize what they were for.
Sitting near the bench was a similar looking pad with eyebolts protruding from the bottom. Once the submissive was strapped in place on that side of the bench, his head would rest inside the U, and once the top piece was locked in place, he wouldn’t be able to move his head at all nor see what was happening behind or to his sides. Just in front of the U was a dildo strapped to the bench, presumably for female submissives or Mistresses to sit down on. Against the wall nearest the bench sat a machine which had a long rod protruding from a box set on a stand just a few inches taller than the bench. Sticking out from the end of the rod was a dildo.
An electrical cord ran from the box and rested on the floor next to an outlet. Finally in the middle of the room was a large suspension rack, with winches on both sides so as to pull the bound person into a severely stretched, suspended spread-eagle depending on how the pulley system was rigged. Also in the room are a set of stocks, and a high back chair with a cross arm that has
5 leather straps attached on each side for immobilizing arms. The seat is nothing more than 2 struts for the submissive’s legs to rest on, leaving the genital area with wide open access for torture or play.
Wordlessly, You walk me around the room, stopping at each device contemplating where to begin first. W/we make several circuits around the room before
You stop at the suspension rack. A short tug upwards on my leash and I’m on my feet instantly. You grasp my right arm and attach my cuff to the lock on the end of the rope, then do the same to the left. You leave me standing there while You retrieve a riding crop for the nearest shelf, walking back over to me, You give me a firm rap on the inside of my thigh while commanding me to spread my legs. You fix my ankle cuffs to the rope running from the lower pulleys, then begin cranking the winch slowly, each click of the ratchet a reminder of the loss of freedom of movement, which also begins to be reinforced with the slow inexorable stretching apart of my limbs.
Finally satisfied I’m stretched taut enough for You, You move off searching for more toys to use, after planting the crop between my teeth with a sharp order to hold it until You return. You return quickly, kneeling in front of me and begin attaching a C&B harness on me. You quickly capture my balls with the strap, and i feel them being separated by a strap that runs between them that You cinch tightly. You begin binding my cock with the rest of the straps, cinching them tightly as well so it feels as if no blood will get in or out until You release them. I yank on my bonds and moan at the pressure being exerted on my genitals. You smile knowingly and take the crop from my mouth. “Not to worry pet. It won’t last so long you’ll have to worry about them dropping off.”
You walk slowly behind me, and i feel the crop moving against my bare skin. My legs and arms begin to tremble, partly from the strain, and partly in anticipation of that first sweet stinging blow from the crop. i can already feel the warmth from the blow spreading through me, even though
You haven’t touched me yet. Seconds later I feel it for real, the sharp “smack” sound followed quickly by a low growl from my lips as I jerk in response. “Oooo only 29 more to go pet.” You chide me. The blows are terribly hard, merely set to get things started, not the brutal punishment blows for correctional purposes. You continue Your work, alternating the blows on each cheek, making sure no area goes untouched as You play the crop over my cheeks like a painter on a canvas, bringing out a bright shade of red with every slap. You reach thirty, and replace the crop in my mouth before wrapping one arm around me, holding me tightly as Your other hand moves delicately across my ass, stoking the fire You’ve so expertly built there.
“Don’t go anywhere pet. I need a glass of water before we continue.”
You walk out of the room quickly, leaving me to struggle helplessly in my bonds, my feet barely touching the floor as I twist this way and that in a vain attempt to cool my burning behind. You return quickly, and step behind me and seat Yourself on a chair while You watch me writhe around as You drink Your water. Occasionally, You dip Your fingers in the glass and flick the water on my still reddened ass, delighting in how it makes me jump, and noting the goosebumps that form each time You do.
Finally finished with Your water, You stand and release the tension from the winch. i groan loudly as my muscles spasm to hold themselves up.
You reattach my leash and once again I follow obediently behind You. W/we journey yet again around the room, this time stopping at the chair. “Up you go little pet” You say. I climb gingerly onto the chair, and You begin strapping my arms to the crossbar, the four straps on each appendage insuring there would be no escape. You remove my collar, and immediately replace it with the neck strap attached to the chair back. The chest and waist straps quickly follow suite, and finally my thighs and ankles are locked into their respective straps rendering me virtually immobile. I feel utterly exposed, even more so than on the suspension rack because of my severely limited movement now.
You move around the chair to where i cannot see You. i hear what sounds like objects being picked off the shelf then put back down, and i realize
You are slowly working Your way down a mental list of what’s in store for me next. i’m unprepared for the blindfold to lower across my eyes so quickly.
With my head immobile, and my sight taken away, i cannot see nor escape the kiss You give me, nor the gag that goes into my mouth the moment You pull Your lips away. i feel You kneel in front of the chair, You let out a slight “ummm” as You admire Your handiwork. You move in close and remove the C&B strap, my cock and balls springing free immediately as i pull hard on my bonds as the blood rushes back into sensitive areas.
Your hand reaches in and begins massaging my genitals, and I moan as loudly as the ball gag permits me. You pull Your hand away before i can begin to really enjoy Your touch, and i feel Your fingers begin probing around my rectum, working a generous portion of lubricant as far inside me as
You can reach.
The cold metal pushing against my rectum shocks me. i wasn’t expecting a metal plug. I also feel a metal ring being snapped around my balls and then another around my cock shortly thereafter. I have no idea what’s happening, and this coupled with my immobility drives me deep into my inner mind.
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