The Cabin Ch. 06

Prelude:

This is a continuation of a long-running story of a middle-aged couple. Although fictional, much of it is true. I'd recommend you reread the previous chapters to better understand the dynamics of Katie and Ken's relationship with one another and how it has evolved over the previous months. This is a story about erotic love but it is much more a story about a relationship between two people that are very much in love. Chapters 1-3 describe the events that took place some time back when Ken asked Katie to be the dominant one in their marriage. She agreed, not really knowing what all she was getting into but decided to play along, finding that she really did enjoy assuming this role. Chapters 4 and 5 take place about a year later. In those chapters Katie reasserts her dominance over her husband after letting their D/s relationship slip back into that vanilla pattern that previously existed prior to chapter 1. The story picks up some months after chapter 5. I hope you enjoy the read. It's a long one but I hope it's worth your time. Please comment. I value your input both positive and negative.

The Cabin – chapter 6

Six months had passed since Katie had taken back her marriage. She had met with Beth, researched the subject of female-led-relationships after discovering Ken flirting with women on the web. She decided to reassert herself as the dominant one in her home, gaining leverage by locking him up in a CB6000 chastity device. When she did, things changed. He changed. He ceased to seek other women. He helped around the home now. He became more attentive to her and her wants and desires. He obeyed her. He once again became the sub he had pledged himself to be a few years ago.

In some ways he became her toy, her slave, her property; yet she was still very much in love with him and he with her. Nightly he would stand at the foot of the bed waiting for her to get comfortable before crawling between her legs when she beckoned him to lick her pussy. He'd lick her as she instructed and for as long as she wanted, before cuddling up behind her and falling asleep. In the morning, he'd repeat this, waking her up to a soft oral that sometimes lasted only a few minutes while at other times maybe twenty before he would fix her shower and straighten the room before they both left for work.

Katie was in heaven with him now at her side. She loved him. She loved playing with him. She loved the satisfaction of knowing that he was hers. Now when he traveled, she could relax knowing that he wouldn't be tempted to seek out other women since she held the key to his cocks' freedom. She needn't fear him masturbating while thinking of others, or while watching porn on TV. She needn't worry about him making advances on other women, knowing that even if he did, the polycarbonate cage which enclosed his cock was the ultimate deterrent against him even thinking about others. He was indeed hers both while at home and away. She owned him.

Yet there was something inside that wasn't being fulfilled; something that was missing. Katie couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was, but she wanted more. There was something missing about their relationship that her female intuition could sense.

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"Hey, you still need help putting up that dry wall in your basement? I'm free if you want an extra pair of hands," Ken offered.

"Yea, I could use some help. Thanks for calling. How long are you free? Or should I ask your wife that question?" He said, half joking, half serious.

"Ha, ha. I'm free for a while. You want some help or not?"

"I do. Come on over whenever you can. I think with the two of us we can get this room dry-walled and a coat of mud on it by the end of the day."

"Be right over."

Jim lived only a few blocks from Ken and they were best friends. They often hung out together on weekends, watching ballgames, fishing, hunting, or helping one another on various house projects when they could. Ken had known him for many years, ever since their boys had been in scouts together. They hit it off pretty quickly as they had many common interests. Jim worked in a local hospital as a radiologist and enjoyed getting out on weekends. During the week, he could be found buried in the hospital basement closely evaluating images of CT scans, X-rays, MRI films and other imaging screens. As a physician, his job paid well but that was not what brought him the real joy in life. It was his free time that he cherished; time to travel, hunt, fish, and do as he pleased.

With Jim lifting the dry wall in place and Ken running the power screwdriver, they made quick work of the room getting the walls and ceiling up by lunch. Ken had hung drywall many times before and had become quite proficient doing this type of work.

"Jim, how about you get us some lunch and I'll keep working. I should be able to finish putting a coat of mud on here within the hour. We might be able to finish this whole thing by dinner if I do."

"Sounds good to me. Subs ok?"

"Yea, Italian for me. Lettuce, tomatoes, onions and hot peppers with oil and vinegar. No mayo!"

"OK, whatever you say. Sure you don't want mayo?" Jim asked from the top of the stairs.

"Italians don't have mayo in their homes," he yelled back. "If you put mayo on a sub, it's an insult to their whole country. And tell them no American cheese either. I want provolone."

Jim laughed again. Ken went through this litany of items each and every time he offered to buy lunch at Gino's deli. He knew what he'd order before he even asked but loved hearing him spell-out exactly what he wanted on his hoagie. Ever since he had ordered him one without asking and mistakenly put mayonnaise on it, it was as if ye had made the ultimate mistake, ruining a perfectly good sandwich.

By 12:45 Ken had the room taped and a coat of mud on. After cleaning his spackling blade he headed upstairs, his arms spotted with the white compound but pleased with what he had accomplished. In just an hour or two, that room would be ready to lightly sand before applying one, maybe two more coats of spackle. It might even be ready for a coat of primer by tomorrow if they worked all afternoon.

Sitting in the den they watched the college ball game and enjoyed their sandwiches. They joked and laughed while sharing memories of a time when the two of them had gone over Tom's house only to see him using his power sander to smooth out the gobs of drywall compound he had smeared all over his walls and ceiling. Much to Tom's surprise, his masterful ploy to make quick work of the crappy job backfired after the first coat of paint. Only then did he realize the troths he had sanded in the ceiling that were revealed as the subtle shadows appeared when the ceiling paint dried. The guys laughed reminiscing how they still 'compliment' Tom on such a fine job when stopping over his place and seeing his ceiling. After a moment of silence, Jim turned the conversation to a different subject.

"So how are things with you and Katie? Still as good as ever?"

"Yea they are."

"Really? I just don't get you guys. She seems to have you henpecked if you ask me."

"Naw, not really. I love her Jim. Really I do."

"I know you do, but there's something not right with the two of you. I don't know what it is but there's something screwy in your relationship."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm not sure, but there's something out of whack with you two."

"I don't think so. We have a great relationship and the sex is....... Well, let's just say it's amazing." Ken could feel his cock hardening within the 6000 that was hidden beneath his jeans as he spoke.

"What makes you say that, Jim?"

"I've told you this before; I think she has you by the balls. How many times has she called you while we've been out doing something like we are today, telling you she wants you home? Five? Six? Seven times? It seems like she's got you by the nuts and you just let her have her way again and again."

Ken didn't say anything as he knew well what Jim was referring. Yet he had promised Katie a few years back that he wanted her to lead their relationship. He even promised her that he wanted her to be his Domme – and he her sub! He confessed his need to her that he felt energized and complete as a man when she took control of him both sexually and psychologically. Katie agreed to her husband's request and proceeded to control all aspects of his life. More recently that came to include daily orals and Ken was eager to please. He loved eating pussy just as much as she loved him licking her. Ever since her discovery of his web antics, she enforced chastity by locking him up. She also took control of when and if he ejaculated. For the past several months she had strictly regulated that ability through the use of the CB6000. Typically he could count on a Friday night release but every few weeks she'd make him wait two, maybe three weeks. He had come to accept that part of his relationship and although it was extremely frustrating when she didn't unlock him, he knew that she only did so as a tangible reminder that she was the dominant figure in their home.

"Hey, where are you?" Jim said.

Ken had zoned out, thinking about his last comment. Although Jim had no idea that Ken was her sub, he had seen enough from afar to know that his relationship with her was much different than his relationship with Debbie.

"I'm here. Just thinking about what you said, that's all."

"You know I'm right about this," he reiterated. "I may be a radiologist but I understand people and I think I can see that you are not totally content, even if you make it seem like you are."

"Jim. I love her like I've loved none other. She makes me so happy. I mean she's beautiful; she's fun; she is intelligent. She's ...."

"And she runs your life," he interrupted.

"Yes she does. But that's ok too."

"You sure about that? That's not how couples relate. Relationships are about giving and taking; not about one person dictating to the other."

"Yea, it's ok. I really don't mind it when she tells me she wants me to change my plans to suit hers if that's where you are going with this."

"I'm not going anywhere with this. I'm just saying that you can't have long-term happiness if you don't have a give-and-take relationship. Even a parent needs to bend when dealing with their kids. Wouldn't you agree?"

"I think so."

"You think so? I'd hope that you'd know so."

"OK, I know so. So, are you calling me a wimp or something?"

"No, not at all," Jim chuckled, "I just want you to be happy. I want you both to be happy. You're one of my best friends and I don't want to see you left wanting. That's all."

"I'll think about what you're saying. And to a point I agree with you. As much as I love Katie, there is a thing or two that I wish was different."

"Then talk with her about what you're feeling."

"I don't know if I can. "

"Why not? Geez Ken, she's your wife. If you can't talk to her, then who can you talk to?"

"Yea, yea, I hear you. It's just that some things are tough to talk about. I'm not a big conflict guy that's all."

"So, you'd rather be unhappy than face her and share from your heart for once?"

"I share from my heart all the time, but going 'there' is harder than you think."

"And why is that?"

"It just is."

"Why?"

"It's personal. It's between Katie and me. I just can't talk about that with others."

"Can't or won't?"

Both."

"And right there is why she's got you by the nuts. Because you won't stand up to her and man up like you should. I think you like her running your life."

"Hey....."

"I'm just joking," Jim teased. But in reality, he was dead serious and he knew that he had struck a nerve in what he had said to his good friend.

"I'll think about this. Really I will."

"OK. And if you need someone to talk to, I'm here. I'm not a shrink, but I'll be your shrink if you need some amateur advice."

"Thanks Jim."

"No, thank you. Thanks for being man enough to talk about this. I know it's not easy to share your thoughts and feelings, especially with another guy."

"No it's not. But thanks."

"Let me leave you with one parting thought and you don't have to answer this. Were you ever completely happy in your marriage? If so, then that's where you need to get back to."

Ken pondered this for a second in silence before Jim once again interrupted him, "You think that mud is dry yet," looking at his watch and realizing they had been talking and eating for over an hour.

"I think it probably is. Let's go take a look."

The two men worked off and on till almost dinner sanding and applying two more thin coats of mud to the rec-room Jim was redoing. Between sanding and spackling they hung out in the den flipping channels and drinking beer. Ken left for home knowing he had saved his friend a lot of time and effort but he also left with unsettled thoughts that he hadn't anticipated he'd have to face; thoughts that would remain heavy on his heart.

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"Come and lick my pussy," Katie cooed as she motioned for her husband to come.

Ken had waited as he always did, standing in the candle lit room waiting for her to beckon him as she always did. Tonight she wanted a long slow lick and he proceeded to eat her for almost an hour. His cock strained unsuccessfully to free itself as it did each evening. No matter how horny he was, he knew that it was not his place to ask if she wanted to make love. She had done so the night before last and she wouldn't want him again until next Friday. Having him eat her pussy was what she wanted and this was what he gave her – mind-blowing oral satisfaction twice daily. As he licked her he listened to her soft moans of pleasure and felt her delicate fingers running through his hair. He loved eating her; loved hearing her verbalize her sexual appetite; loved feeling her control as he pleasured her using only his tongue and lips. Finally she told him to make her cum and he did again and again until she pushed his head away; silently letting him know she no longer needed more attention. Ken blew out the candle and cuddled up behind her as she turned away and the two fell asleep for the night.

At 6:30, the sound of his alarm woke him all too soon. Clearing his mind of sleep, he quietly slipped out of bed to brush and gargle. Returning, he slipped his head under the covers and found his way between her legs as she turned her body to face him. Sleepily she spread her legs wide enough for him to lay his head on her lower leg before lowering the upper. Clamping him in place he once again licked her pussy. Morning orals were different from evening ones. Evenings were for sexual fulfillment; times when she could reach multiple orgasms. Each one released whatever stresses and tensions her body held, allowing her to sleep deeply and soundly. Morning orals were different. She had instructed Ken to eat her, not so much to reach an orgasm as to obey. She set up this pattern as part of his daily routine to remind him that she was to be the focus of his day. As he lay between her legs unable to move anything but his tongue on her clit and labia, he lapped at her sleepy pussy and inhaled the aroma of her scent. Katie slowly awoke, gently rocking her hips into his face as she did. He could hear muffled moans as she came to life once more. Today she wanted only a brief oral and lifted her leg after a bit, letting him know that she had had enough.

Fixing her bath water, he left her alone to shower while he used the other bathroom down the hall. By the time she had dried her body, he had dressed, made the bed and was downstairs getting breakfast. The two ate in silence then hurried off to work.

Ken drove his usual route, turning right here and left there but he was not thinking about the drive. It was his marriage that was on his mind and the conversation he had with Jim. He loved his wife. She was the best thing that had ever happened to him, especially after living for 25 years in a marriage that was mostly devoid of intimacy and sex. Katie was the polar opposite of his ex. She loved sex and seemed to have an insatiable appetite for it and for him. Outwardly she was indeed beautiful beyond compare. Others continually made comments as to how young she looked, how she seemed to hardly age from year to year and what a great couple the two of them made. But behind that quiet, shy demeanor was a woman that loved to dominate in the bedroom. She was far from quiet when in the heat of a passionate fuck. She often cried out in ecstasy when she came, whether it was from him serving her orally or while enjoying his long thick cock rhythmically sliding in and out of her pussy. Her need for touch and attention, as well as her desire for sexual intimacy on a near daily basis were major attractors when they first started dating.

He loved the fact that she enjoyed being with him constantly. She was great company and they were best friends. The fact that she wanted him to walk arm-in-arm, to sit in a quiet corner of a restaurant holding hands and conversing or cuddled in tight while watching a movie filled both of their emotional tanks. In Katie he had found the perfect match for his love language, a woman who loved attention, adoration and touch, as well as having a profound desire to be intimate with a man daily. But in Katie he had also found his perfect lover; a woman that enjoyed being his dominant.

"Were you ever completely happy? If so, that's where you need to go back to with her." He couldn't get that thought out of his head as he exited the highway and drove the final three miles to his office. He knew the answer to that question. He could envision that moment in his life as if it was yesterday. There was not a doubt in his mind when that time of life was, but to go there again, he just didn't know if that would, or could, ever happen once more. As he left his office and walked to the lecture hall for his eight o'clock class he pushed these thoughts aside for the moment and focused on what he was being paid to do.

Throughout the day between grading papers, answering emails and taking phone calls he contemplated the significance of what Jim and he had discussed. He kept rehashing the same thoughts over and over: He was happy. He was in love. He loved being Katie's sub. He loved her being his Domme, but he wished he could talk with her about something that was on his heart. However, he didn't feel as if he had the right to bring it up given the dynamics of their relationship. After all, he had asked her to lead them. He wanted her to lead, and in agreeing to become her sub he voluntarily gave up control, agreeing to trust her guidance and abide by her decisions. That was what he wanted – to be her sub. Leading, deciding, dictating; that was now Katie's responsibility. She was now the responsible one. She was now the one that directed them. His role was to love, support and obey – three things he loved doing on her behalf.

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"Can I pour you another glass of wine, Katie?"

"Sure, but I think this will be my last. I'm starting to feel a bit of a buzz."

"Sure you don't want me to order another bottle? You're fun when you become 'under the influence'," he said smiling.

"Nope, I'm good. Three is enough for me. Maybe I'll order another bottle and have you drink it all. Then I'll be the one having all the fun," she replied giggling. "You know how you get when you get too much alcohol in you."

"If that's what you want."

"No, I think we'll stop when the bottle is empty. You finish it up though." She toasted him and sipped her wine while he poured the remainder into his glass. They sat quiet, peaceful in one another's' company, soaking in the ambience of the restaurant, and enjoying the White Zinfandel still in their glasses.