The Cabin Ch. 08

She looked at him for a long moment. Her stunningly beautiful face gazed deep into his eyes. The time had come. Sensing that she had successfully manipulated and softened him beyond his ability to say 'no' she slid off the table and stood facing him. Casually she slipped off her shoes and undid the snap of her jeans, slowly pulling her zipper down to reveal red lace panties. She never took her beautiful brown eyes off of his. Sliding first out of her jeans and then her panties she stood naked, beautiful, and confident.

He stood unable to move. His eyes fought to maintain contact with hers but he couldn't help watching the seductive movements of her hands and she revealed more and more of her precious body while she undressed. He noticed his breathing rate quicken, becoming more rapid, more unsteady, more in gasps. His heart pounded as adrenaline rushed through his veins and his substantial cock hardened within the confines of his jeans. He stood fixated, looking at a woman so beautiful and so in control. He found her irresistible and feared that Tracy knew just how vulnerable he really was.

"This is not an option and I want no answer. Rather I want a response. I want a deliberate response, a deliberate action," she stated assuredly. She stood with hands on hips and feet apart. She had no shame. She stood confident, strong, and oh so sensual. "You are a submissive man and I am a dominant woman." Pointing to her pussy she said, "Kneel before me and eat. Do it now and do not refuse. Do not test me, and do not disobey my order."

Ken paused, confused, excited, and afraid. Most of all he felt an overwhelming sense of obligation as well as desire. He had no choice. He stood, looked down, knelt and came to her in a crawl.

"Yes!" she said in a triumphant whisper. "You are indeed mine."

He looked up, first at her sex and then up into her eyes. She ran her tongue around her lips sensually and then tapped at her pubic bone with her manicured index finger. "Eat!" she demanded softly.

He drank her juices in the blackness of the night. He felt the soft skin of her thighs against either cheek,. He tasted the musky flavor of her juice and felt the firm pressure of her hands and fingers keeping his face pressed tightly against her sex. After a few minutes of his ministrations, she pulled him away.

"Stand and kiss me," she stated.

He did as he was told and Tracy took the liberty of exploring his mouth with her tongue. Their union was long and passionate. Finally satisfied, she broke off the kiss.

"Did you enjoy that as much as me?"

"I did," he said softly.

She walked around to the other side of the table, placed one foot on the picnic bench spread her bent leg apart. "Get over her and kneel. Eat me again," she commanded.

Slowly and deliberately he came to her. Staring at her swollen folds and watched as a single drop of her arousal fell to the ground. She was obviously horny. She wanted him but remained where she was, her sex open and inviting, wanting him to come to her – to obey her. She knew the importance of training him to obey - of training him to submit. For Tracy, this lesson was a continuation of the one she initiated on the sofa when she gave him the choice of thrusting up into her waiting cunt perched only an inch above the tip of his impressive cock when she fucked him on his sofa. She gave him a choice then – to come or risk losing the opportunity altogether. Yesterday he made his intentions known and tonight she was proving once more how vulnerable he was and how open to including her as a second woman he'd willingly submit to..

"Come to me My slave," she thought as she watched him stare at her sex unable to look at anything but the pussy she so desperately wanted him to forever worship. The thought made her smile.

"That's it. That's it. Take me all in. Fill your mind with the sight of my perfect body." Her whispered words fell onto receptive ears and he came ever nearer.

"That's it my slave. You can't help it. You need me and I decided you would be mine from the day that I walked in your front door and met you."

Ken moved closer now only a few inches from the fruit he desired. Opening his mouth he extended his tongue and Tracy stopped him, pressing her hands on either side of his head.

"Just look. Just look." She said again. "Just look. Take it all in. Fill your mind with the site of this pussy. My pussy. Your Mistress' pussy. Look at how wet it is. Look at how beautiful it is, how soft it is, how swollen it is. It needs your lips my sub. It needs your tongue. And I need you. I need you to want me and I am going to make you want me. You do want me don't you?" She spoke so softly; so slowly. The muscles of her cunt contracted and more drops fell.

He stared, captivated by her sex. Her vagina was perfect. Her outer labia full and round and soft. They felt so good when he pressed his mouth against them. And inside those outer folds lay the more sensitive and delicate inner ones. When Tracy became aroused one in her folds swelled, protruded and hung down at least an inch from her opening. It was as if, this sign of her arousal was a gift she gave him to suck on and draw into his mouth to save her and more fully pleasure her. He could see that appendage now - delicate as it was, and so beautiful. He wanted to take it. He needed to take it. It was one of the keys he had found to unlock and release the pleasure she so desperately deserved. He learned, from the very first time she commanded him to eat, when she sat on his face, just how much pleasure he brought her when he played with that dangling tissue.

As much as he knew he gratified her, he also received so much satisfaction everytime he ate. Her pussy fed him. It filled his own hunger, his own desire of needing to be bound to a woman as her pleasure-slave. It seemed that the more beautiful they were the greater was his need to kneel and serve them in homage to who they were as women of dominance and superiority. Oh, ohhh, he had to have her. Ken pressed his mouth against her, overcoming the restraining force of her hands and plunged his tongue deep inside her soaking void.

"Yes baby! Yes," she hissed. "I love when you worship my pussy. And you will do so many thousands of times more. I love that you came to me all on your own. I love that you want me. And you shall have this, at least," she said smiling devilishly. "Yes, you will indeed be getting this part of me often."

Once again he obeyed and she let him please her for several minutes.

"That's it," she said when he began to feed again from her sex, "It's always easier to obey the second time."

Pushing him away she looked down. From his perspective her heavy breasts masked her long thin neck.

"Lift up my top. I want you to admire these girls."

"They're beautiful," he whispered.

"Touch them. Squeeze them. Feel how full and firm they are."

Ken apprehensively cupped one in his hand. Tracy brought his other to her breasts making him do as she wished.

"These are for you if you want them."

Their eyes met and although he didn't speak she knew what he was thinking.

"Do you?" She asked. He said nothing by mouth but the sensual cupping, foundling, and caressing spoke volumes.

"Yes!" He whispered.

Lifting one ever so gently she said, "suck on this until I tell you to stop."

Mesmerized by her power, he found the bottom hem and gently lifted it to fully expose her beautiful lobes in the dim light of night and reaching, open mouthed closing gently over her hardened nipple. She watched him as he watched her. He couldn't help but stare into her beautiful brown eyes.

"That's it baby, suck on them like I know you want." She ran a single finger circuitously over his face while staring at him intently. Whenever he closed his eyes she gently tugged them open. She wanted him to look at her. She wanted a bond formed.

"You like this don't you?" She whispered.

He nodded.

"So do I. Keep sucking my submissive slave. Keep sucking. Don't let go. Do you love my body?" She spoke in a soft seductive voice.

"Yes."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a vicious slap jolted his face.

"Do not ever disobey me sub!" She hissed. "I told you to suckle until I said stop. What do you have to say for your disobedience?"

"I am sorry."

"I am sorry Mistress Tracy," she corrected.

"I am sorry, Mistress Tracy."

She glared down at him waiting. After several seconds he resumed his position latching on to her bosom. Letting him calm she remained quiet, and then spoke, "I love looking at you here. You look so dependent, so needy for my body and indeed you do need me, she cooed. "I know now that you want me but it is important that you understand that it is I who you must obey at all times. As My submissive slave you will always be punished out of love when you disobey but know I only discipline you because I know you can do better. Understand?

He nodded and Tracy smiled.

"See how quickly you learn? You have been trained well."

Letting him nurse awhile longer she detached herself from him with a pop.

"You were latched on me like a good little boy," she teased.

She had him stand and they embraced.

"I love your obedience Kenny. I love it more than you know. I have a lot of stress in my life right now and you put me at ease. You take my stress away. You take me to happy places and I appreciate that. When you're with me, especially when you're pleasing me, touching me, bringing me to an orgasm or softly sucking on my breast, you take my mind away from those troubles. I need that. Thank you."

"Thank you. I want to be here for you," he said appreciatively.

He stood silent, his eyes cast down.

"Look at me. Don't you ever feel ashamed of what I ask of you. You are a submissive and I am a woman. It is your nature to obey and cater to the feminine gender, especially a dominant."

Still he said nothing.

"What are you thinking? I expect an honest answer."

"Two things. You are right of course. It is in my nature to please. But I was thinking about how beautiful and I find you. You are irresistible."He paused

"And..."

"I don't know what to tell Mistress Katie."

"You tell her the truth."

"The truth?" He whispered in a surprising voice.

"Yes, you tell her you came here; you brought me my ring and you stayed and fixed my leaky sink. That is the truth."

"What about this?"

"This, my submissive slave will remain between the two of us. This is our secret. You are my property, even though I don't legally own you. But you came to me, you voluntarily knelt and obeyed. Didn't you?"

"Yes Mistress, I did."

"Indeed you did. Not only did you eat me once but twice. Did you not?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

Yes I did eat your pussy voluntarily, Mistress Tracy."

"Yes and you pleased me each time you ate. You did well for your first time here."

"Thank you."

And you have done all I've asked," she continued. "But I need one thing more."

"More?"

"Yes," she stated and walked to the far corner of the yard, some thirty paces away. Ken stood watching.

"Get undressed and on your knees and craw to my pussy for one last treat before you go. Prove to me that I too own you My slave."

"Why are you d...."

"Hush!!" She snapped.

"I told you, I want no questions. Only obedience. Now do as I say."

He stifled the remainder of his question.

Suddenly as the distance between them grew reality awoke once more. "What am I doing?" He thought "I-I, can't do this" A million thoughts raced through his head has panic overtook him. He paused, thought of Katie, and then ran to the front yard, got into his car and left. Tracy was left standing dumbfounded leaning against the fence that enclosed her yard.

"That bitch!" She cried out. "That bitch! No one does that to me and gets away with it! No one!"

Within five minutes Ken was home. He sat in the driveway with his head resting on the steering wheel wondering what in the hell had just happened. He couldn't believe what he had just done. Tracy was like some irresistible force over which he had no control. He had to end this somehow but without hurting Katie. How to go about this, he had no idea but at least for now he was safely home. Gathering his composure and realizing he had to keep what just happened private, he exited the car, loaded his arms with as much as he could carry and headed inside. Looking up, Katie was standing squarely in the doorway blocking his entrance.

"Kenny! Why am I getting a call from an upset Tracy at 10 PM on a Friday night?"

He paused, shocked. His face flushed red but went unnoticed in the darkness of the night.

"I – I don't know."

"Did you fix her sink?"

"Yes Ma'am. I thought that would be something you'd approve of without me calling home first."

"It is, and thank you for doing that."

"Did you clean up your mess after you were done?"

"No, I didn't. She wanted...."

Katie held up her hand, and indication he was to shut up.

"Kenny," she said quietly. "Bring your things inside, unpack them and then go back and finish the job the way you know you should have in the first place. And when you are done, apologize. For god's sake, the woman is a dominant woman and I have my submissive husband refusing to do something the way that he knows he should. Thank goodness she had the guts to rat you out."

"I – I uh, I'm sorry Mistress. I'll get right on it."

Ten minutes later he once more drove through the quiet neighborhood, found her home and pulled into the driveway. Getting out of the car, he saw her coming toward him dressed only in a robe. Her feet were bare and he could see that she was naked beneath the nearly shear fabric. Holding the door open for him he stood.

"Get in the back yard now!" She hissed.

Pushing him hard, he walked pensively down the drive and through the wooden gate. He could hear the latch click behind him. No sooner had she closed it that she sprang forward grabbed his shoulders hard and spun him around.

"Strip!"

Without a word, he obeyed.

"Kneel!"

Once more he quietly knelt in the damp grass.

"Present!"

Ken looked puzzled. He didn't understand the command.

"When I tell you to present I want you to kneel with your ass on your heels, your hands on the ground behind your feet and your face looking up at me," she paused waiting for him to comply.

He obeyed and assumed the required position. As he did, despite his apprehension his cock sprung to life.

"Now arch your hips. I want that cock sticking out so I can see it! Stick it out like the sex slave you are," she snapped.

Ken arched his back, his massive shaft protruded forward and upward. Tracy struck it with her foot. "I am so pissed with you!" She yelled. "I can't believe you ran. Don't you realize you are mine as well as hers now?"

He sat silent.

Squatting down to stare directly at him she repeated, "Don't you realize you are mine as well as Katie's?"

"No," he said flatly.

"Did you tell her what happened out here," motioning to the picnic table, "when you got home?"

He said nothing.

"Of course you didn't and you won't. You won't because you want more. Isn't that right?"

"I don't know," he said apprehensively.

"Sure you do. You told me not thirty minutes ago that you loved eating my pussy and sucking my tit. Didn't you?"

"Yes, Ma'am," he whispered, feeling already condemned.

"That's right." Her tone was less threatening and more cajoling. "And I loved it too. You want me. You need me. And you are mine."

"Maybe I am."

"Oh, there's no maybe about it. You have a gift you know."

"And what's that?"

"You have the gift of making a woman feel wonderful."

"I called Katie and told her I had more work for you to do and asked if I could keep you for a few hours as part of your punishment. She agreed. So, first I am going to punish you for running and then I am going to train you so you won't disobey me again. You will obey Mistress Tracy from now on. Something like what just happened won't every happen ever again. Do we understand one another?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"And you do agree that a punishment is in order?"

"I do," he said dejectedly.

"Go into the kitchen and get me my wooden spatula."

Quickly he stood, and turned toward the kitchen but before he could take a step Tracy grabbed his shoulder. "Stop!"

"You are a fast learner," she said her attitude mercurially changing from stern to pleased.

"Thank you for moving so resolutely."

"You're welcome Mistress Tracy. I am sorry for what I did."

"I'm glad you are. And you will be even sorrier after I am done with you."

With that he left, returning with a long-handled wooden spatula. Taking it from him she pointed to the picnic table. "On the table. On your belly."

Tracy patted his muscular ass and massaged each cheek quickly. Like his cock, it too was shaved perfectly smooth.

"I am going to paddle your behind. Do you understand?"

"Yes Miss Tracy. I understand," he said quietly.

"After each paddling I am going to reward you. It is important that you know that although I am punishing you I care for you. I value you. I want you to understand that you are my submissive slave and here for the express purpose of my enjoyment. Whatever I choose to give you, I expect you to eagerly except it as a precious gift that I am giving you and I want you to realize that body is the only way you can be consoled after a painful experience."

Ken craned his neck to look at her while he remain prone on the hard table. She was indeed beautiful. Standing in a teal green robe now open in the front it revealed the most beautiful breasts he had ever seen and a pussy that he's longed to lick. She was beautiful in every way from her thick blonde hair down to the tip of her manicured toes. She was a goddess indeed and a goddess that intended to bring him into service as her sole concubine. How could he ever resist? How could he ever say no? How could he ever keep this a secret from Katie? The predicament he now found himself was too twisted and tangled to ever get out of without her knowing. Part of him wanted to flee yet another wanted nothing more than to stay and obey. Her beauty and confidence captivated him in a way he could never before remember. She was taking him. Maybe she already had. She wanted a part of him that had always been for no one else but Katie and as she spoke he found himself offering that special part of him to her. It made no sense but at the time it was if he had no choice. He surrendered emotionally, psychologically and physically to her will. In his mind he was hers. He would obey; he would do whatever she asked of him; in fact, he wanted to obey.

"Now lay face down with your arms at your side. Do not move. Do not move, "she repeated sternly. After a few more moments the gentle caress of his buttocks ceased. Then, for what seemed to be the longest time she stood completely still.

"Smack!! Smack! Smack," came the blows one after another. She delivered ten brutal strokes and paused.

"On your knees and lick my pussy!"

Quickly he rose, knelt and buried his head into her sex eating her greedily. Letting him remain there for only a short while; just long enough for him to find a moment of solace and comfort. She waited until he moaned in pleasure and then stepped away, pointing the spatula in the direction of the table. Ken returned once more, lying with his arms at his side as she had instructed. Ten more blows followed, this time bringing him to tears.

"On your knees," she said once more. "This time lick my asshole and get your tongue inside me."

He rose more slowly this time, his ass now smarting.

As he positioned himself behind her she bent forward and leaned on the plank table. Spreading her legs wide her cheeks parted granting him access to an ass that had never, before tonight, been licked. Tracy gave him sufficient time to rim and then extend his pointed tongue into her tight hole. He could taste her 'other' taste and he relished in knowing he was actually 'here'. Delighting in the thought that he was now worshipping this most intimate place, a place rarely offered to a man. But Tracy was no ordinary woman. She was extraordinarily beautiful, perfect in form, and a goddess he now served. Not only was she His goddess but she was quickly becoming his dominant.