The Cabin Ch. 03

Chapter 3: Ken agrees to be Katie's sub -- The adventure begins

This story picks up on Sunday, the last day of a three day weekend getaway for Ken and Katie. To understand the context, really the psychological changes that take place in both Ken and Katie, one needs to read chapters 1 and 2 and highlight their first two days in the mountain cabin where they each agree to serve as the sub for the other. I hope you enjoy the read. And as a personal note, this writing is really a desire that the author has with his lover. We are on a journey together and although much of the story is fictional (time, place, events), so much of the story is true. I hope you enjoy the read and would love to hear your thoughts and comments.

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Katie stretched as the sun shone brightly through the window. She turned to move and realized her husband was still between her legs. Smiling she spread them wide and pushed his head out. They had slept over eight hours in that position, and he had remained there as she asked. She had rested so peacefully after enjoying a wonderful day with him as her guide -- her master.

Ken moved. His head was still under the sheets behind her. As she woke he kissed her ass affectionately and came up to join her.

"Rest ok?" She asked

"Yep," he said smiling. "Men only dream of having a night with a pussy within the reach of their tongue for hours on end. Did you sleep ok?"

"Never better," she said getting up and walking into the bathroom to shower. She turned the water on and bathed when she heard speak above the noise of the running water.

"You know this is it, we need to go home today. What a bummer."

"Yea, I know. But let's take our time. We have this place all day. We can get home late if we want."

"I was thinking the same thing Katie."

"Good. I'll be done in a sec. You want me to just leave the water on for you?"

"Sure."

Ken showered quickly while his wife dried her hair and dressed. He packed their belongings cleaned the cabin and carried what little they had brought out to the car. When he returned he found her standing at the top of the basement steps.

He turned the corner an looked up surprise an pleased when he heard her speak. "You want this don't you?" She said looking down at him.

"Yes I do. I always do." She was standing wearing only a bra and top. Her jeans and panties were off.

"Then come and tend to me."

Ken smiled. Kneeling on the top step he waited. She moved to his mouth spreading her legs as she held on to either side of the doorway. He lapped at her already wet pussy as she watched him as her clit became more sensitive. Grabbing his head she fucked his mouth as her hips bucked back and forth. He opened wide letting her use him as she did two nights ago. Her motions became more intense and she pulled on his hair while humping his face.

"You are mine aren't you?" she said rhetorically. "You are mine, and you love it."

He didn't need to answer. There was no need to answer. They both knew the answer. She continued to face-fuck him until she came. She held him there gently undulating her hips over his mouth as her body settled from its frenzied state. She released her hold on his head, walking away without saying a word. She finished dressing and tending to her hair and makeup and walked into the living room. She found him sitting on the sofa with his head between his hands.

Katie leaned down and kissed him on the forehead. Sitting next to him she laid back and pulled his head onto her breasts, touching his hair softly while they rested.

"What's wrong Ken?"

"I don't know. Nothing I guess."

"Did you not like me telling you to eat me?"

"No. I loved it in fact. I always love it."

"So what's the problem then?"

He kissed her breasts through her top. "It's not that anything is a problem. I've just been thinking about our discussion last night. I kissed your pussy thinking about what you said for at least an hour after you fell asleep thinking about our conversation." He looked up at her pretty blue eyes and just stared. Tears of emotion began to well up in his eyes. "Nothing is wrong Katie. I think it's just that I really love taking care of you sexually that's all."

Katie squeezed him tight and held him. "You know, I love it too when you take care of me. It's like somehow you complete me. Do you ever feel that way too?"

"I do. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"No, but I mean, do you ever feel like I complete you sexually by the way that we interact?"

"Yes I do. And that's what is so odd. I always thought of myself as the man, the leader, the provider, the strong one. But now...."

Katie interrupted, "Ken, you are the man, the provider, the strong one. I just think that maybe you found, as I did this weekend, that you like me leading."

"I think you might be right." He looked up into her soft loving eyes. "Does that make me a wimp?" He said smiling.

"No, not at all. Wimps aren't strong. I've never said you weren't strong Ken."

"So what am I then?"

She deflected his question for the time being, "You know, there is a big difference between giving up control that could be yours and being afraid to take control. I think in our case, these past two days, you chose to give up control to please me. Wouldn't you agree?"

He thought for a moment, his chin resting between her breasts as he looked into her eyes, "Yes, that is what I did. I thought about doing what I wanted but chose instead to make you happy. But you know, I was happy all the same. So what am I then if I'm not a wimp?"

"I think you are my sub," she said without hesitation. "You know you are. Don't you?"

He just stared into her eyes not saying a thing.

"Are you my sub Ken? Is that who you are? It's ok to say so if you really feel that way."

His heart began to pound as she pressed him for an answer. He knew what he wanted to say, but just couldn't bring himself to verbalize it.

"Ken, who are you?" She asked almost whispering.

"I'm your husband."

"Yes you are and I would have no other. And you are my best friend as well. But are you my sub too? Are you the man that has made the choice to serve me and meet my needs?"

"I don't know what a sub is Katie. I think I don't know how to answer your question if I am not."

She kissed him deeply when he spoke his mind. She knew he was finally getting it. She just needed to help him see what it was that he was staring at so plainly. Ken responded to her kisses and crept up to kiss her. But she kept him there, making him extend his neck back as she reached down to kiss him.

"It's good for you to stay there and kiss me. It's what a sub would do for his mistress."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean he would not try to be her equal without asking first."

"I don't understand."

"Don't you see what happened today, what happened yesterday and on Friday? Today you waited for me to shower and then followed. You packed our belongings so that I wouldn't have to. You knelt before me and let me face-fuck you and now you let me hold you while we discuss this issue with you below me. You did all these things instinctively. You acted like a sub and we never even spoke about it."

"I know."

Katie continued, "Yes on Friday I made you my sub and I was your mistress. But on Saturday you chose to act like a master but you never assumed the role of a master. Not really. You asked me repeatedly throughout the day if I would do this or do that. Masters don't use the word 'please' and you did lots. You were attracted to the mistress clothing in 'The Sub Shop' and although you acted like my master once when you pushed me psychologically with the egg almost to an orgasm, you relinquished your control when I snapped at you. Instead, you apologized for your actions rather than standing your ground. You let me tell you to fuck me at the water falls; you let me pull you into the kitchen to suck you and I was the one, not you, that decided how I would suck you or when I'd let you fuck my throat. And when you did cum you let me determine how deep I'd let you'd go. Don't you see? You acted like the perfect sub Ken. And what's so cool about all this is that I loved it -- and more importantly -- so did you."

Ken sat with his head down, not wanting to look her in the eye. "I did do all that, didn't I?"

"Yes you did, so let me ask you once again. Are you my sub Ken?"

"I am your sub Katie."

"You mean Mistress," she said correcting him. "Say it properly."

"Before I do, I need to know one thing."

"What is that?"

"I need to know what is expected of me before I agree to this."

"Don't you trust me Ken?"

"Yes."

"Well, then nothing else matters then does it?"

"I guess not."

"Then who are you?"

"I am your sub Mistress Katie."

Katie beamed with delight with his response. "Who would have thought? Now if that is who you are then how about you take off my jeans and panties an talk to me while you lick my pussy."

She waited for him to move and he did as he was told. She sat slouched on the sofa so he could lick her more easily.

"Eat me. You can stop to answer my questions. Focus on tongue fucking me. I want to feel you inside me."

She gave him time to settle in and think about what they had just said before continuing. She loved having her pussy eaten and he seemed to have an insatiable appetite for her. "So, let me be clear, by saying this, by agreeing to this, you are agreeing to put me first, ahead of yourself?"

"Don't I already do that?"

"You do for the most part. But if you are my sub you will always. Will you?

"I guess so."

"That is not enough," she pushed his head off her mound so she could talk to him directly. "If you want me to be your mistress then you need to obey me always. I can't have you vacillating depending on how you feel. Male subs honor their mistresses without regard for themselves. Will you do that for me?"

"I will."

"You will what?

"I will serve your needs as long as I am your sub."

"Is that so? "

"Yes it is," he said as she pulled his head back down.

"Good. Lick me then until I tell you to stop." She lifted her right leg over the armrest of the sofa opening her pink lips wide to his waiting tongue. He licked them with the flat of his tongue in a rhythm that soon had her moaning and panting.

"Make me cum Kenny. Make me cum now!" She cried out.

He never wavered but kept with the rhythm that she now enjoyed. He was like a machine lapping again an again from bottom to top along the wet pink skin of her inner labia. He felt her body tense. She pulled at his hair, driving his face into her as she came gasping at the intensity of the orgasm.

"Mmmmm. You are good." She let him go and just lay there. He waited. Not sure what to do.

"Ken, go get undressed and stand in the tub."

"What?"

"Don't question me. Just do it."

She waited for him to move. He looked at her with puzzled by her command but did as she asked, as she ordered.

"OK, now what?" He shouted from the bathroom.

She didn't answer.

"Mistress. Now what?"

She remained silent. "It all starts here," she thought to herself. "I sure hope I do this right."

She flipped on the TV, not really interested in what was on but knowing that she needed to establish herself and he needed to learn his place. She watched the end of some show she couldn't care less about and then went out to the car.

Ken stood waiting patiently. His body was naked; his cock limp. He stood staring at the shower fixtures. Finally Katie appeared and turned on the water.

Handing him a bar of soap and a razor, she said, "Shave your cock. I want all of the hair above your cock off. I'll tell you when you are shaved to my liking."

"Katie!"

"What did you say?"

"Mistress, please!"

"Don't you trust me?"

"Yes but others will see when I shower after a ball game or after working out."

"It's a small price to pay for what I have to offer you. The question here is not about shaving. It's really about whether or not you are serious about being my sub or not."

Without speaking, Ken knelt in the tub before the running water, lathered his cock and began to shave.

Katie stood there, one foot on the floor, the other on the tub watching. He continued to shave until his genitals were as bare as an eight year old boy. His cock and balls were baby-skin smooth and there was no sign of pubic hair to be found.

"Good. This is how I want you. Every time you shower, you shave. Understood?" She felt the soft skin of his balls and ran her hand over cleanly shaved skin where his hair was just removed.

"Yes."

"What?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Good. Now get dressed. We need to go for a drive today."

"Where are we going?"

"Back to Chelsea"

"We were just there. Why do we need to go back?"

"Just because we do."

Ken drove them into town and they parked the car on Main Street, finding vacant spot about a block from the Sub Shop.

"What are we getting in here?" he asked as they entered the shop.

"Something for each of us. Don't worry, I will be quite pleased and that's what really matters now isn't it?"

"Yes Mistress."

"You are getting the hang of this, Ken. I like you addressing me this way. Now come. Behind me," she said motioning with her finger where he wanted him to walk.

The two of them walked the short distance to the store. Once inside, Katie waited until a store hand was available and spoke to her alone.

"Hi, my name is Mistress Jenny. How can I help you today?"

Jenny was a woman in her early thirties, tall, thin, and busty. She was dressed in a revealing black leather halter dress with a keyhole front that hugged her body. The dress was short, barely covering her ass and her cleavage could be seen through the large keyhole cutout in the leather that clung to her like glue. She was wearing knee-high black leather boots with four-inch heels that gave stature to her naturally tall 5'9" frame. Her dirty blonde hair was cut short and styled in a way that fit the style of the shop in which she worked. She carried herself with confidence and it was evident that although still a young woman she possessed the allure to dominate another, whether it be male or female.

Katie was immediately taken back by her presence but Jenny put her at ease quickly.

"Is this your first time in here ma'am?"

"Yes it is."

"I thought so. You seem a little on edge."

"Is this your sub?" she said pointing to Ken standing quietly. He looked at her when she mentioned his name.

"Yes it is but to tell you the truth, I am new at this."

"May I call you mistress then, ma'am?"

Katie hesitated, and then smiled, "I would prefer you did."

"Well, mistress, may I give you a piece of advice then as a woman who has been one for several years?"

"OK," she said tentatively.

Pulling her out of earshot of Ken she spoke in a low commanding voice, "If this is your sub then he needs to learn respect when around you and other mistresses. When I mentioned his name his eyes raised to meet mine. I didn't care to look at him and would prefer that he didn't look at me, that is, unless you or I permit him to do so."

"I am sorry. I had asked that he walk behind me when we arrived but did not tell him to keep his eyes down."

"You shouldn't have to tell him, he should know this. This is something he must learn and learn now. May I address him?" She said not really waiting for an answer.

"Yes you may."

Jenny walked over to him while Katie tagged along behind. In her heels she was as tall as his 6'1" frame. She said nothing but stared intently; his eyes meeting hers. For several seconds she stood just a few inches from him, still and staring. He could almost feel her breath. She was in his personal space and he felt uncomfortable. Finally he looked down, intimidated and uncomfortable with her presence so close to him.

Grabbing his hair, she pulled his chin to his neck. "You should have done that as soon as you saw me walk to you, sub. You need to know your place when with me; when with her." nodding toward Katie. "Don't you ever look at me, your mistress, or any other mistress, unless we tell you. Do you understand sub?"

"Yes."

"Do you understand sub! She spoke loudly now."

"Yes Mistress," he replied hesitantly. He was visibly shaken by her command and demeaning tone. It unnerved him as her voice brought attention to their discussion to everyone shopping, but he felt compelled to obey rather than resist.

"You are to call me Mistress Jenny. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress Jenny, I understand you perfectly."

Jenny pulled Katie aside, leaving him standing with his head remaining down.

Jenny turned to look at him. "See how easy this is.? He needs to learn that position. It's what makes you who you are. If you can't control his mind, and make him understand that you are the one whom he serves then you will lose him."

"I know."

"I hope you do. He is an easy one. He wants to serve. It's written all over him. He was so easy to manipulate. He responds to a woman's presence when she exhibits power. Can't you see?"

"I think so."

"Look. Go over there and tell him to do something. I don't care what it is. The important lesson here is that he remembers who he is when with you and how he acts while you address him. This is a lesson about obedience Mistress and he needs to learn it now."

Jenny stepped back to watch while Katie walked back to him. She was so much smaller than her, standing almost eight inches shorter. "Go get my jacket out of the car. I am feeling chilly," she commanded.

Ken kept his eyes down, took the keys from her hand. He turned to leave but she grabbed his arm. "And don't you forget about what she said. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress. I understand."

"Good, now go."

"He is a quick learner," Jenny remarked. "I think he just needs time and proper instruction. You may want to think about the two of you attending a dominatrix week. There are instructional sessions designed just for couples like you. You might find it quite helpful." She handed Katie some literature from behind the counter that Katie glanced through before tucking it away in her purse.

"Now how can I help you?"

"I was in here yesterday and purchased one of these," she said handing a harness to Jenny. Can you fit this to him? I was told if I ever returned someone would."

"May I ask why you want to harness him?"

"I think I'll like the look and I want something around his balls to keep him thinking about me while he is away at work. I thought this was just the thing that would keep his mind where I want him."

The two of them walked down to the far end of the store where Jenny took the time to show the various harnesses that they had in stock. Ken returned with Katie's jacket in hand and waited just inside the door. He could hear them laughing and talking but refused to look or walk in their direction.

Referring to the harness that Katie had purchased, "Well it will do that, but to be frank, if you chose this three-ring harness instead," handing her the metal ring contraption, "you can substitute various size cock rings through this clip so that should he ever get an erection it will cause is cock to become quite painful. He will definitely remember who he should and should not be getting hard for."

Jenny handed the harness to Katie to examine. It was a three ring design. One larger ring surrounded the cock and balls, the other smaller one slid on the cock as far as possible and connected to the larger ring from above by a clip. The third ring slipped over the balls where it could be clipped on to the two rings above or left to hang separately. She showed her how the inch, inch and a half and two inch ring that slipped over the cock gave her the freedom to control just how much restriction, or pain, she wanted him to feel should he become erect.