Snow Bound

The snow was starting to come down rather heavily, and the temperature had dropped twenty degrees in the last two hours.

Brandy Brier pulled the collar of her heavy coat up around her face for the third time in the last ten minutes.

The silly collar wouldn't stay up for some reason. To make matters worse, the wind had picked up, and the cold air was blasting through her jeans, turning her long shapely legs into ice cycles.

Brandy looked down the long deserted road and groaned. "I knew I shouldn't have left the interstate," she exclaimed in frustration; her Southern drawl becoming pronounced.

Brandy had gotten into this mess when she came home that morning to find Ted, her master and lover in bed with their next door neighbor.

The woman was tied spread eagle to the bed, with a ball gag stuffed into her mouth, and Ted was kneeling between her legs, preparing to penetrate her.

Brandy recognized the ball gag instantly. She'd had that gag stuffed between her teeth over a thousand times in the past four years.

The idea that this woman was wearing her gag sickened the young submissive.

Brandy and her boyfriend got into a huge fight and Ted told her pack her stuff up and get out.

Not having anywhere to go, the pretty twenty two year old packed everything she could in her backpack and started walking to her parent's house. The problem was her parents still lived in Georgia, and she was in Seattle Washington.

Once she reached the interstate, the beautiful redhead had managed to catch a ride with a nice elderly couple.

They took her to Wyoming where they dropped her off at a convenience store.

Brandy went in to get a snack and to get out of the cold while she figured out what she would do next. She told the clerk where she was going, and the woman shook her head.

"Honey, I hate to tell you this but you're on the wrong highway. Interstate 90 will get you to the East Coast, but you'll be hundreds of miles off course. You need to take interstate 80."

"How do I get to interstate 80?" Brandy asked.

You go up this side road, and you'll run right into it. It's about a hundred miles south of here."

Three hours later Brandy found herself out in the middle of nowhere. She hadn't seen a single car since she started walking. Brandy realized that night would fall soon, and she'd be stuck out in the elements all night.

"What the hell have I gotten myself into?" She shrieked through chattering teeth. "I'm going to freeze to death out here."

Brandy's body had begun to shake uncontrollably, partly due to the cold, and partly because of the sheer panic that threatened to burst forth. Looking up and down the snow covered road yet again, she bit back the urge to break down in tears, and continued walking.

She walked on for another two hours.

The snow was beginning to get deep, and Brandy was sure that this road wouldn't have any traffic on it for some time.

Looking back, the freezing young woman made the decision to return to the convenience store, and start over from there. She hoped she could get a ride from someone stopping for gas.

Just as Brandy was about to turn back, she heard the sound of a car coming up the road. Her heart began to pound in her chest. "Please, oh please let that be a kind person coming. I need a ride so bad."

As the four-wheel drive pickup came into view. Brandy put on her best smile and stuck out her thumb.

The pick up slowed, and stopped just past her.

Brandy ran to the truck, hoping the driver wasn't a crazed killer looking for his next victim.

The passenger window rolled down as Brandy stopped next to the passenger door.

A woman who appeared to be in her early forties was sitting behind the wheel with a look of concern on her face. "Are you ok?" She asked.

"I was trying to get Interstate 80, but I ended up stranded out here in the middle of nowhere."

"Interstate 80 is a four to five day walk from here. Get in before you freeze to death."

Brandy took off her backpack and laid it in the bed of the truck. She noticed that the bed was filled with plastic shopping bags. She climbed into the passenger side, and closed the door.

The woman immediately rolled up the passenger window, and cranked up the heat to high.

Brandy pulled off her gloves and held her hands in front of the heat vent. The heat felt wonderful to the freezing woman.

The driver put her truck in gear, and started driving. "What happened to your car?"

Brandy told the woman the entire story.

The older woman sighed and nodded her head. "I had someone do that to me once, a long time ago. Your boyfriend could have at least had the decency to buy you a bus ticket back to your home town instead of just throwing you out in the middle of winter."

"It's my own fault. I knew Ted was a jerk when I hooked up with him. But I thought he'd change."

"Honey, men never change. They only become more of what they are as they get older."

"I really want to thank you for picking me up. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't stopped."

The driver smiled at Brandy for a moment. "I couldn't let you stand out there and freeze to death."

Brandy noticed just how beautiful the woman is.

She had shoulder length black hair, and a lovely face.

"What's your name sweetie?"

"I'm Brandy Brier."

"I'm pleased to meet you Brandy. My name is Evelyn Landers. I own a ranch about twenty miles up the road. You are lucky that I needed to do some winter shopping, or you'd have been in a hell of a mess. My ranch is the only place on this road. The rest of the land is ranch land. The ranchers use the land for summer grazing. During the winter months, I'm about the only person who drives this highway. The other Ranchers check on their land from time to time, but not in weather like this. With the snow coming down like this, the highway will most likely be closed by morning and un-drivable for at least a month or two. I've seen it closed down all winter."

Brandy felt her heart sink. "How am I going to get home?"

"Don't worry. I have plenty of provisions. If you want, you can stay with me until the spring thaw. You can help me with my cattle. Then in the spring I'll pay you for your services, and buy you a bus ticket home. Or if you'd rather, I can drive you back to the interstate."

Brandy watched the large snowflakes hitting the windshield. The idea of trying to hitch hike in this weather filled her with dread. "I think I'd rather stay with you. I don't want to try hitch hiking in this weather again."

"I don't blame you. As hard as this snow is coming down, I suspect the interstate will be closed down by morning as well."

Brandy impulsively asked, "Don't you get lonely out here by yourself?"

Evelyn gave the young woman a warm smile. It can be lonely at times. But I love this life, so, not usually. It is nice to have company though. Especially since the company is as pretty as you."

Brandy blushed at the compliment. "Thank you. It's nice to hear someone tell me I'm pretty."

Forty five minutes later Evelyn pulled her truck into a long, narrow driveway.

Brandy saw a small log cabin sitting a hundred feet back from the highway. There was a large barn behind it. "Is that your home?"

"It's not very large, but it's cozy. I live out here by myself, so I don't need a lot of room. I had the cabin built small so it would be easy to heat in the winter. I hope you don't mind but the cabin only has one bedroom, so we will have to sleep in the same bed."

Brandy shrugged. "I don't mind."

The older woman drove up the driveway, and parked the truck in the barn. "We need to get the supplies inside."

Brandy and Evelyn took several trips, but soon they had the provisions in the house.

Brandy quickly settled in. Since she didn't have much her clothes easily fit in Evelyn's closet.

Evelyn cleared out one dresser drawer for her under things.

They set about fixing dinner, and chatting as they worked.

Brandy talked about growing up in Georgia. She told Evelyn about growing up in Savannah, and how she met Ted three days after she turned eighteen, and moved to Seattle with him.

"I thought you might be from Georgia, or maybe South Carolina," Evelyn said. She picked up a spoon and began to stir the broth for the beef stew.

"Let me guess, my accent gave me away."

"Yes it did. Hell, I love your accent. You sound as sexy as you look when you talk."

Brandy lowered her gaze, as she began to blush.

"I'm sorry" Evelyn quickly added. "I didn't mean to embarrass you."

"Oh, it's alright. I'm just not used to having a woman call me sexy is all." The pretty redhead decided to change the subject. "Have you ever been married?"

Evelyn shook her head. "No, to be honest with you, I've never had any interest in men."

"Why aren't you interested in men?" Brandy asked, and immediately regretted asking. "I shouldn't have asked that. We just met, and it's none of my business."

"No, I don't mind answering your questions." Evelyn paused before answering. "Before I answer your question, I want to state up front that when I picked you up my motives were, and still are pure."

The lovely older woman's words confused Brandy.

"I guess I should have told you this before driving you all the way out here." Evelyn paused a second time before continuing. "Brandy, I'm a lesbian."

"Oh," Brandy replied in a small voice. Her heart began to beat faster as she realized she was trapped in the middle of nowhere with a woman who preferred women sexually.

"I want you to know I didn't bring you here in the hopes of taking advantage of you. I brought you to my home because I was worried about you." Evelyn took a breath. "And I do sometimes miss having someone to talk to."

"No, I'm alright, I guess. You just took me by surprise."

"Brandy, if sleeping in the same bed as me is going to make you feel uncomfortable, you can sleep on the couch. Although I have to warn you the couch is a bit lumpy. I've had it for fifteen years."

"No, I'm not worried. It's not like you're a man who would take advantage of a situation. Even I know that other than your sexual preference gay women are pretty much like straight women."

As she continued to stir the broth, Evelyn chuckled at the young woman's remark. "You are a very intelligent young woman."

"How long have you been a lesbian?"

Evelyn couldn't help but laugh. "Sweetie, I was born gay. People don't just decide to be gay. They either are, or they aren't."

Brandy sat in silence for a minute, thinking about what Evelyn had just told her. She looked up at Evelyn. "I know what it's like to be into something that is considered unconventional."

Evelyn stopped stirring the broth.

The young woman lowered eyes once again as she continued speaking. "There is something I left out when I told you about my ex boyfriend cheating on me. Ted and I were heavily into bondage. He would gag me and tie me up whenever we made love. Every night for the last four years, he would gag me, and then tie me hand and foot to the bed, before we went to sleep. When I found him having sex with that woman, she was tied to the bed, and wearing my ball gag."

Brandy lifted her gaze, revealing the tears that were streaming down her cheeks. "She was wearing my gag. I could have forgiven him for having sex with her. But the sight of my ball gag wedged between that woman's teeth was just too much to handle. I lost it, and started screaming at him. The bastard didn't even have the courtesy to cover her up while I got my stuff together. He left her there, tied to the bed, with my gag in her mouth."

Evelyn laid the spoon down. She turned to her new friend and hugged her. "I'm so sorry. That had to be terrible for you."

Brandy broke into sobs, and collapsed into Evelyn's arms.

As the two women settled in to go to sleep, Evelyn climbed into the bed with Brandy.

Brandy was dressed in her only night gown.

It was a sexy white negligee that Ted had bought her a few months earlier.

Evelyn hugged her young friend. "We need to get some sleep. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow. There will be five hundred very hungry cows wanting breakfast in the morning."

Evelyn rolled over, and soon drifted off to sleep.

Brandy on the other hand couldn't get to sleep. No matter how hard she tried, the weary young woman couldn't get comfortable. Before long, Brandy began to toss and turn.

As she slept, the lovely rancher was awakened by Brandy's movements.

At first Evelyn chalked the girl's inability to sleep to Brandy being in a strange bed. Then she remembered what the young woman had told her. "Honey, are you having trouble getting to sleep?"

Brandy nodded. "I guess I am."

"I think I know what your problem is." Evelyn slipped out of the bed. "I'll be right back."

Brandy lay there feeling tired, yet unable to fall asleep. She didn't know why she couldn't just close her eyes and fall asleep. Brandy didn't believe she was worried about her roommate being gay. Yet as tired as she felt, the pretty redhead just couldn't go to sleep.

Evelyn returned a few minutes later, and turned on the bedside lamp.

Brandy spotted the cords of rope and the scarf in the older woman's hands. The ropes weren't soft like Brandy was used to. The hemp was rough. It was made for lassoing cattle, not tying a submissive up. "What are those for?" Brandy asked already knowing the answer.

Evelyn walked around to Brandy's side of the bed and sat down next to her. She gazed into Brandy's beautiful green eyes. "Sweetie, you have been sleeping for the past four years, gagged and tied to your bed. Sleeping habits are hard to change. So, I thought I'd tie you to the bed so you can fall asleep. I won't tie you up if you'd rather not. But I suspect you will sleep a lot better if I do. I promise I'm not trying to take advantage of you. I just want to help you get some rest."

Brandy gave Evelyn a look of gratitude. "Thank you, Evelyn."

"It's my pleasure to be of service." Evelyn laid the rope aside before tying several knots in the center of the scarf. "This isn't a ball gag, but it should work for you."

As Brandy lifted her head, and opened her mouth, Evelyn slipped the makeshift ball gag between her teeth, and tied it tightly.

"Does that feel ok?"

Brandy nodded her head.

Evelyn picked up the shorter piece of rope. "This isn't clothesline rope, but it should serve to help you sleep. Place your hands through the wrought iron rails."

Brandy slipped her hands through the rails, and held them together.

Evelyn took the rope and tightly tied Brandy's wrists together. She tied the rope as tight as she could. "Is that too tight?" She asked.

Brandy shook her head.

Normally the ropes would have brought out all sorts of feelings in the young woman, but she was just too exhausted.

Evelyn then picked up the longer rope, stood up and walked to the foot of the bed. She quickly realized that Brandy wasn't lying so that her feet would stick through the foot rails. "Brandy I'm going to have to slide your body down the bed a little."

Brandy nodded.

The raven haired beauty laid the rope on the bed next to Brandy's left leg. She moved the covers out of the way to expose Brandy's bare feet and ankles. She then reached through the rails and grasped Brandy's ankles.

Brandy felt a tear slide down her left cheek, as her heart began to fill with gratitude for this wonderful woman.

Evelyn slid Brandy's body down until her feet and ankles slipped through the rails.

Brandy's arms straightened out as she was slid towards the foot of the bed.

Evelyn had arranged Brandy's feet so that there were two rails between them. She quickly tied the girl's ankles to the rails. Looking up at Brandy, she asked, "Is that better?"

Brandy was stretched taught so she couldn't move much. "Yes Ma'am," she managed to say through the gag.

Evelyn heard Brandy respond by calling her Ma'am. She knew it was an automatic response to having someone take control of a submissive.

Evelyn pulled the covers over the foot rail, and let them drape over Brandy's feet and ankles.

Evelyn then climbed into bed with the bound woman, turned off the light, and fell asleep.

Due to the exhaustion she was feeling, Brandy had already fallen asleep.

The next morning, Evelyn let Brandy sleep in. The lovely rancher considered untying her house guest, but she decided that Brandy would sleep better if she remained bound. As Evelyn dressed for the day, she took in the sight of the bound young woman.

Brandy looked so sexy lying there with the gag in her mouth, and her wrists tied to the head of the bed. The covers had slid off her young breasts.

The lesbian rancher took in the sight of those small globes beneath the material of her negligee.

Brandy looked like a captive sex slave lying in the bed.

With great effort Evelyn finally forced herself to look away. She'd promised not to take advantage of Brandy, and she intended to keep that promise. She grabbed her Stetson, slipped it on her head, and headed out to feed the cattle.

Brandy slowly woke from her sleep, and raised her head. She wasn't sure where she was at first. Then the previous day came flooding back. Brandy began to wonder where Evelyn was. She then remembered the woman saying that the cows needed to be fed. Brandy patiently waited for her friend to return. As she lay there, the familiar sexual urges that came with being tied up began to arise.

Brandy tried to ignore the familiar desires, but being tied to the bed made it impossible to do so. The longer she lay there, the more turned on she became. Brandy tried to shift about but Evelyn had done too good a job of tying her down. Brandy was completely helpless, and that thought made her feel even more sexually frustrated. The image of Evelyn tying her to the bed popped up in her mind, and refused to go away.

Brandy soon began to envision Evelyn dominating her. She saw herself submitting to the beautiful lesbian. Images of Evelyn doing erotic things to her began flashing through her mind. Brandy's nipples began to harden, and her clit began to swell with sexual need.

Brandy then noticed the eight foot long bull whip hanging on a peg next to the bedroom window. Images of her being whipped until she exploded with orgasmic relief flooded Brandy's already over excited mind.

An hour later, Evelyn returned to the bedroom. She was dressed in a long sleeved western style button up shirt, jeans, cowboy boots, long johns, and the Stetson. She removed the cowboy hat and laid it on top of her dresser.

By this time Brandy had worked herself into a sexual frenzy. She was horny as hell. The bound and gagged Brandy gazed up at the older woman as she entered the room.

"I see you're awake. I was going to wake you before I fed the stock, but you were so tired last night that I thought I'd let you sleep in. Leaving you tied up alone like this wasn't the wrong thing to do, was it?"

Brandy slowly shook her head. She was filled with sexual tension.

"Are you ready to be untied, or would you like to sleep a little longer?"

"Gag, please," Brandy replied.

The words were muffled, and sounded more like gag pwease, but Evelyn got the idea.

The lovely rancher removed the gag. "There, is that better?"

Brandy moved her jaws from side to side. "Yes Ma'am, that's much better."

Evelyn saw the passion in the young woman's sexy features, and she heard the hunger in her tone when she spoke. "Oh hell, I hadn't considered the fact that being a natural submissive, being tied up would do certain things to you."

Brandy blushed yet again. "It's alright Ma'am. I can't sleep unless I'm tied down." She smiled impishly at the older woman. Her face was filled with invitation. "Besides, it's nice to wake up feeling helpless. It turns me on."