The Cabin Ch. 05

"You left a spot."

She whipped out the duster that she had recently snatched from me and pointed to a speck of dust. The mote lazily descended through a yellow ray of waning sunlight. I winced at the quick movement, remembering the sharp pain when the whip-like instrument smacked my ass an hour earlier. This time I reacted with greater haste.

I made a show of keeping my legs straight as I bent down to wipe away the small particle. I was rewarded by an almost inaudible hum and felt happiness well up inside. It was hard bending so far on high heels, but her sigh of satisfaction made the strain well worth it. I lived for her pleasure and still chided myself for disappointing her the last time.

"It's getting late. I hope that your cooking is better than your cleaning skills. And set the table for two. I hate dining alone."

"Certainly, Miss. I know just the recipe." By now I knew that she hated false modesty.

"Good. I will lay out a dress for you in the meantime."

She walked into the bedroom, leaving behind just a hint of that alluring, flowery scent of her perfume hovering in the room. I caught myself staring at her shapely figure before remembering my chores. I would have to confess dawdling later.

I did my very best composing a meal with the few ingredients that she had brought. My cooking had never been high standard, so I decided to play it safe. A tender moose sirloin steak, fried in the pan with lots of butter, salt and black pepper. Asparagus and root vegetables cooked in the oven with olive oil and a few green spices from the age-old rack. Hasselback potatoes on the side, just as my mother used to make.

My mistress returned when I was half-way through the preparations, eyeing me carefully as I set the table and lit a pair of candles. I took care placing the cutlery in the correct angles and neatly folding the napkins. If I did everything perfect, she might give me some token of gratitude and forgive my clumsiness.

She did not say a word as I worked, and I found myself wishing she would scold me or use that improvised whip just to break the tension. I was so nervous, and I knew she was perfectly aware.

When everything was done, she looked up from the novel she was reading and gave me a satisfactory nod after scanning the table.

"This looks promising. You have earned yourself a little break. I have laid out clothes for you in the bedroom. Be quick about it. I want the food served while it's still hot."

"Thank you, Miss. You are much generous."

I hurried into the other room and quickly stripped myself of the maid dress and everything underneath. As I shed the short, flimsy garment, it felt kind of wrong. I was meant to wear something appropriate to my status. I did not deserve anything as classy and beautiful as the outfit she had laid out on the bed.

The panties were tight-fitting and high-waisted, covering most of my soft belly in shiny black satin and lace. A tiny, golden key tied to the waistband sparkled in the dim light from the oil lamp on the wall. The silky stockings were of exquisite quality. They felt as light as air and cold as ice when I rolled them up my legs. The lace band was broad and worn high on my thighs, nearly up to my shaved testicles. I was nervous about stepping into the shiny, black open-toed sandals, in fear of tearing the precious garments.

I swayed a little on the four-inch heels and had to sit down to clasp the bustier around my torso. It matched the panties, with shining, dark red satin decorated with black seams and lace, and reached almost down to the upper hem of their accomplice. Only my belly button was visible in between.

The tight, body-contoured dress she had chosen looked just as expensive as the stockings. I did not recognize the label, but it radiated an elegance which seemed to seep into my being as I pulled it up over my hips. The zipper slid easily in place halfway up my lower back.

The crowning piece were the diamond earrings which still lay in their box on the bed. I knew nothing about diamonds or precious stones, but they looked like something I never could have afforded. They were heavy and dangled against my neck when I moved my head. The clasps were tiny and gripped my earlobes like claws, but the elegance made it a good kind of pain.

The only items left were a couple of rings and a bracelet, which somehow seemed to fit perfectly. Of course they did. I felt bad for doubting my Mistress for a second. I needed to rid myself of this newfound confidence. It did not suit me.

Afraid of spending too much time admiring myself in the mirror, I hurried back to the living room, almost tripping in the high heels. She was already seated at the table, resting her chin on the back of her hands and smiling. I felt myself drowning in her heavily painted eyes. After an almost imperceptible delay, she greeted me with a kind voice, looking nothing like the strict domina she was mere minutes ago.

"You look stunning, dear. I knew that dress would suit you. And Mother Earth must have formed those diamonds with your soft, long neck in mind."

"Thank you, Miss. You are too kind."

"Please, shed the groveling for a while. Come sit with me, and we'll share this wonderful meal together."

My confusion must have been evident, but I walked over to the table, picking up the aired wine bottle on the way.

"That would be nice, M... I would be happy to. But let me at least fill the glasses."

"Thank you. I'm Breanne, by the way. But most people call me Brian." She giggled at her own joke and winked.

"Pleased to meet you, Breanne. I'm Edward, but that doesn't seem quite right."

"I think Zoë might be better. You look like a Zoë."

"I like that."

Her change of attitude was as sudden as it was thorough. And in a way it did not feel weird. It was as if her strong will forced the atmosphere to bend to her wishes. She wanted this to be a romantic dinner between two equals, and no one were here to object. My mind, however, had a hard time adjusting, and nervously awaited a strict reprimande. But as I filled our plates, sat down and began chatting, I fell into the new role with ease. It seemed that was what this cabin was made for. Trying out different roles.

Breanne without her dominating streak was a very pleasant and easy-going person. I got a sense that this was more like her real self, and in her company, I could relax and be myself. After all, we shared each other's biggest secret. It was wonderful to chat away with someone like-minded, and we found we had lots of things in common. The conversation floated naturally and with ease, nothing like most of my former dates, where I was terrified of awkward pauses both ended and invoked by my poorly timed jokes.

As it turned out, Breanne was a loner just like me. She had tried living in heterosexual relationships, but it never worked out, due to her hidden desires. Our greatest difference was that I longed for this newfound feminine streak to stay like this forever, but she was content with the occasional indulgence. She confessed it might just be an addiction to the secrecy and taboo of it. She had been dressing up for years. Sometimes alone, and sometimes with one or two acquaintances. She admitted her disappointment upon learning I had stolen her lovers, but told me I was well on my way to making up for it.

Even though she preferred us acting like equals, she did most of the talking, due to her more spacious personality. It felt kind of like being on the female end of my former dates, where I had always expected myself to be the most eager part. It felt nice being attractive and wanted. And I did feel like a million dollars wearing the amazing outfit she had selected for me. Slowly it dawned on me that this was how I wanted my life to be. How it was supposed to be. Everything felt just right. My imagined gender, my clothes, the conversation, my submissive role, and my attraction to the beautiful girl sitting in front of me.

She was indeed gorgeous, and her personality made her doubly so. I found my thoughts drifting off, studying her pretty smile framed by those plump lips. Her friendly eyes. Slender neck and unblemished skin. Curvy silhouette. Long legs and feminine grace. She was perfect.

I wished for the date to stay like this, but I was also nervous about whether we would resume our domination game. A part of me dreaded the humiliation, but my growing submissive side yearned for the security and acceptance of someone else being in charge. Someone to take care of me and tell me what I should do and how I should act. And punish me if I failed. It was weird how quickly our dynamics could change.

And change they did. After hours of conversation, food and two bottles of wine, I saw her face shift slowly from affectionate friendliness to lovingly stern. She proclaimed that the date was at its end, and it was time to call it the day. My heart leapt, and the nervous butterflies returned to my abdomen. Obediantly, I put on a long, white and frilly apron before clearing the table.

After spending some time in the bathroom, Breanne retreated to the bedroom and told me to join her once I was done cleaning.

"You have been a pleasure today, dear Zoë. As a reward, I will allow you to sleep in the bed tonight."

I uttered a meek reply, rejoicing inside, both for her praise and her reward. Would she allow me to please her sexually as well? My cock pressed against the expensive underwear just from the thought of it. Perhaps if I did a good job pleasing her, she would allow me some pleasure too?

When I entered the bedroom, she was already in bed, looking sexier than ever. She was on her side, resting her head in one palm whilst reading the same book as before. Her attire was like a pure and angelic version of the lingerie I was wearing. All white and cream where mine was black. Her feet were dressed in sheer, seamed stockings attached to a garter belt. I noticed she had put on the panties after securing the garters. The bulging garment barely hid the big cock I already had come to love and fear.

She did not look up when my heels announced my arrival, but simply told me to leave the shoes and dress in the closet. As I undressed, she put away the book and leaned against the bedframe, watching me with a stony expression. Neither cold and disapproving nor warm and welcoming. The only hint of her emotions was the head of her penis slowly creeping towards the hemline of her high-waisted panties.

"And the panties. But leave the rest on." I did as she asked, easing the precum-stained garment down over my knees.

"Now get over here." She sounded impatient, and I winced, thinking I had been too slow undressing. I looked at her hesitantly, a little unsure about what she wanted. She gathered her legs and thumbed her panties, pulling them down over those beautiful, long legs. As she tossed them away, she spread her legs, giving me a panoramic view of her enormous cock. Her brows arched, telling me without a word she was waiting.

I climbed onboard the bed on my knees, approaching the threatening member with a mixture of terror, shame and excitement.

"Lick it. And show me how much you enjoy doing it."

My lips silently delivered an obedient answer. I kissed the bulging tip and felt her warmth radiate through my hungry mouth as I opened slightly. My tongue ventured from the tip and down along the shaft whilst my jaw opened wide, keeping her head inside my upper lip. The sliver of hesitation that earlier had endured in the back of my mind was long gone. I was here to serve. A slut hungry for her mistress' cock, and nothing more.

I moaned and slurped, smacked my lips and looked up at her as I kept on caressing her penis with my mouth. She returned my gaze with that undecipherable stare, making me cast my eyes down immediately and carry on. Still, I sensed from the shivers through her body and twitch of her cock that she enjoyed my handiwork. I was nervous about doing anything wrong, but her body kept reassuring me. She began moaning in tune with me, though louder and more insisting. I felt a kind of kinship in our sexual duet. Her sounds made me aware that she was approaching orgasm, and I was unsure about what she wanted next.

"Don't you... dare make me cum... I am saving... this as a reward to you." She kept panting and seemed to have trouble speaking in full sentences. "Ready yourself. I will finish inside... you."

My heart leapt. She was offering her greatest prize. To little, wretched me. I knew I was unworthy but had no thoughts about refusing her gift. The only fears I had were about being ravaged by her massive girth. It filled my heart with warmth knowing she was kind enough to warn me.

She handed me a little bottle of lube, and I caught the hint. Spreading a munificent amount in my hand I began the awkward task of preparing my terrified opening whilst never taking my lips off her cock.

"Are you afraid... of my big cock?" she panted.

"I am, mistress. You are so big. *slurp* But I am so grateful *smack* for your gift."

"It will hurt. But be patient. I know what I'm... doing."

"I know you are. *suck* You are too good to me."

With that, she signalled for me to turn around and present my ass to her. She put both hands on my ass cheeks and pinched hard, making me yelp in surprise. Then I felt her nether head against my stretched opening, pushing itself forward without hesitation. I knew I had no choice but to accommodate her and pressed with my bowels, welcoming her inside.

It was indeed painful, but she seemed to have a sixth sense knowing when to pause and when to go further. Just when the jolts of pain arrived, she would instantly freeze, allowing the contractions to pass before shoving forcefully forward again. Alle the while, she generously applied lubricant to make the ordeal easier on me.

"Ah. Mistress! You are so good. I am your slave."

"Of course you are, dear."

She rested a while with her abdomen pressing against my buttocks, allowing me a short respite from her attack. After some moments she slowly retreated before entering me again. I screamed into the pillow and bit hard on the fabric, fearing she did not want to hear my cries. But I was wrong.

"You are so fucking tight. Let me hear you cry."

I relinquished my modesty and shouted. Each time she shoved her cock into my ass I cried from pleasure and pain. Tears streamed down my cheeks, more from emotional overload than discomfort. She seemed to be increasingly aroused by my voice and upped her speed and moans. She began slapping my naked butt with her palm, adding another instrument to our cacophony and staining all my cheeks crimson. The humiliation turned my own pleasure to new heights.

"Get ready slave!" She rammed me harder than before, spreading my ass cheeks and pushing as deep inside as she possibly could. My sphincter clasped her shaft so tightly that I could feel the pulsing begin, sending streams of her cum up through my opening and delivering it deep within my belly in great gushes. I could imagine how her essence spread through me, impregnating my imaginary womb, filling me with life and energy. I wished I could give birth to her child.

"Yes! Oh, thank you mistress!" At that moment I was the happiest girl in the world. My own building orgasm was immaterial.

Still embedded deep in my pussy, she continued to pump until she was completely drained. Her cock began to deflate, and she pulled out in a rapid movement with a slopping sound. I could feel her warm and sticky cum slowly dribble through my open entrance and down my thigh. My hard, but lesser cock was aching to be touched, but I did not dare suggest anything without her permission. I kept on obediently standing on my fours whilst she dried herself off on the sheets. Cold had begun seeping through the timber walls, and my sweaty skin produced goosebumps across my entire body.

"You may lie down now. You did good." I collapsed on the bed, muscles shaking with tension. My cock was still hard, but I did not care. This was not about my own pleasure. It would never be.

As I lay there panting, I felt her slowly inch her way up to my back. Her limp but thick cock nuzzled gently between my buttocks. She pulled the blanket up to cover us and laid her arm around me, pressing our bodies together. A warm, soft breath grazed my ear as she whispered.

"You are mine now. Forever."

I waited for her breathing to become steady before allowing myself to fall asleep, relaxing the happy smile adorning my cheeks.