The Cabin Ch. 08

Folding her forearms across one another she rested her forehead and enjoyed his attention, knowing that he was kneeling and licking and most likely feeling humiliated. She didn't want humiliation to enter his thoughts so she encouraged him, letting him know how nice he felt, how obedient he was being and how thankful she was to have found a trained submissive that she could now enjoy and who would stoop not only to eat her pussy but also her ass. She complimented him again and again how delightful his tongue felt exploring her bottom. She was slowly feeding him words she wanted him to accept. She knew she couldn't make him hers; he had to make that decision himself. He needed to reach that state of mind on his own. She needed to provide him every opportunity to choose her and make her his Mistress. It was the only way this would work in the long-term. Tracy understood she would always be a second fiddle to Katie but she wanted to be a close second. In order for this to happen she had to make him see just how much he needed not only his wife but also her. The thought pleased her immensely and a smile reached her eyes. "Oh, this is going to be a perfect end to a day I would have usually soon forgotten."

She had several hours now to work her magic and although she had never done anything like this before she had an idea, one that she had actually started to employ before he tore away earlier this evening.

"Mmmmm," she cooed. "Your tongue is so talented. Lick me baby. Get to know my ass. It is an ass I want you to love to lick. I'm going to keep it only for you."

He listened. Her words filled some deep vast need of which only a submissive man can identity. He lapped and encircled her with increasing vigor becoming more comfortable with this part of her body. Stroking her ass from her clit, over her pussy and to the top of her crack. Rimming and then entering her pucker he loved her with a desire he had never felt before.

Standing she turned to face him.

"On the table My sub," she said, interrupting his reverie. "We are not done here yet."

This time she delivered fifteen blows on his already red ass and quickly moved to the head of the table.

"On your back. Lick me," she said cooed.

Standing a foot from the table edge she waited for him to turn and lie on his beaten ass. The pain of her blows lingered and the hard wood of weight of his body made him feel her sting all over. He scooted toward her, hyper-extending his head until he found her sex and molded his mouth around it. She was far enough away that he had to support the weight of his head with his neck but he enthusiastically licked each fold and entered her, savoring the now familiar taste of her wetness. Again Tracy complimented him, and stroked his chest while he partook once more from this new woman he craved to serve. His erection revealed his desire, standing at full staff- thick strong and profound. Stroking it with moistened hands she complimented him on its size and thickness.

"Your cock is three times the size of my husbands."

Tracy heard an approving moan from underneath. "Yes, he's listening. He's taking this all in. He's learning exactly how I feel about him and what I'm going to expect," she thought. She continued on, expressing just how much she enjoyed watching his erection grow and remain so hard.

"That's it baby. Lick my pussy, suck on my labia. Tease my clit. Taste me. I know it hurts to lay with your ass on the hard table. Channel that pain to please me. I love that you will give me so much knowing that it hurts to do so. I am a bit of a sadist and seeing you in pain makes me want you pleasing my body even more. Know this. Know your pain brings me pleasure. I want you here often and you need to understand you are mine to use as I want."

She massaged his chest and fondled his large balls, lavishing in the feelings of the man nestled at her sex.

"I love watching your cock thicken and stiffen. I know it's because you want me and it's always polite for a submissive man's cock to rise when in his Mistress is with him," she said giggling.

She stroked his member several more times as her desire ramped. "And slave, you have a beautiful cock that I am going to fuck many times."

Mmmm," she said "I do want you, your place in my life is right there," she sighed and stroked his cheek. "I want you to want me. I want you to enjoy me. I want you to become familiar with every part of my cunt. Learn what it takes to please me but also relish in the fact that you can receive the same pleasure because you are My submissive slave. Enjoy my body," she whispered once more. "Enjoy my body. Lick me Kenny and know that this is a place I will put you often. You know that don't you?" She sighed pleased.

"Hmm mmm," he murmured, his mouth and tongue remaining buried deep into her sex and his nose pressed tightly against her arse.

When she felt his head trembling as his neck muscles fatigued, she gently supported him. After some time more she let go, stepped away and bent to kiss him.

"Slide forward baby and roll over. One more round and we are all done. OK?" She said tenderly.

"Yes Mistress."

"Do you understand why I am spanking you?" The tone of her voice was soft and loving. As he stared back into her brown eyes looking at her full lips and blond hair gracefully framing her face, he could see the affection she had for him.

"Yes Mistres."

"Tell me."

"Because I ran and disobeyed you."

"That's right. I hope you have learned your lesson and will not disobey me again. Have you?"

He paused, and then answered. "Yes Ma'am, I have."

"That's my baby. When I am through with your spanking I will let you suckle my breast again. That is, if you'd like."

She knew his answer. She could see it in his eyes as soon as she offered him the option. And his response pleased her. Every time he demonstrated a desire to pleasure her she felt a deep sense of peace. That peace of course, was intimately tied to control. When her life was in control she was at peace. When she couldn't control her circumstances it stressed her. But now she felt completely at peace, completely in control. She could think but one thought: his bond of dependency had begun to form in earnest.

"I would like that."

"I knew you would. I can tell my breasts are irresistible. Aren't they?"

She patted his ass as he reassumed his punishment position. "You don't need to answer, I already know."

Tracy squatted so he could see her. I'm going to make these spankings different. I need to know how committed you are to serving me."

"Ok," he answered. "What does that mean?" He asked curiously.

I will stop paddling you whenever you tell me to stop. You can tell me right now if you want. It's up to you. But what I am hoping is to learn that you are a man willing to endure pain, and in doing so, show your gratitude to me has your dominant. In my mind I associate pain with commitment. The more you bear, the more it tells me just how important I am to you, sweetie. It's a paradox, I know, but pain and pleasure often come together. The pain you bear pleases me, especially when I see you endure pain that I came from my hand. I am asking you to do this for me – that is – if you want. I hope you will endure it until it hurts, until you can't take even another blow from my paddle. You can't see me but I smile every time I hit you. It's not the hitting I love but that you don't move. That you willingly lie there and let me beat you again and again. That knowing, that realization that you are doing this for me pleases me."

Pausing, she caressed his face, and kissed his forehead many times. Looking at him once more through those big beautiful eyes she said, "Kenny, my sub, my slave, I hope you don't choose the easy way out. However, I'm going to leave this up to you."

He gazed into her penetrating eyes. She returned his gaze remaining only inches from his face while still squatting.

"I understand. I know what you want. I will not disappoint you ever again."

Tracy's intent expression slowly broadened into a bright smile. "You are going to be such a wonderful slave. Before you make your decision and tell me to stop, here's what I want you to think about. If you can take even one more stroke of my paddle, remain silent. The choice as to how many you receive of course is totally open to you."

"I understand, "He said softly in a resigned voice.

"Good," she said smiling once more. She gave him a gentle slap on the cheek. There are many things I love about a man but one quality I truly admire is when a man willingly accepts pain from his mistress."

"Yes Ma'am."

And so the beating resumed. Tracy delivered ten hard and fast blows before pausing. She waited for several seconds and then delivered five more. Pausing, she rubbed his ass now crimson and bruising. Hearing nothing, five more blows were delivered. She paused. He was sobbing. Tracy smiled knowing she had finally broken him. She rained down another ten caused him to cry louder but still he said nothing. This time she permitted him two minutes to rest. She listened to his sobs which showed no sign of lessening, knowing that with each additional round the bond he was now forming with her as his Mistress grew steadily stronger. It would make the time afterward that much more profound psychologically. Again she beat him and still he said nothing although his cries progressed to outright wails of agony. She permitted him several minutes this time to calm but he was inconsolable. Delivering several more lashes he begged for mercy.

"Stop, please stop." He cried. "I am so sorry for everything," he said between gasps. "Oh, please stop Mistress!" He begged again.

Rolling painfully onto his side he almost fell off the table as he knelt before his new Owner, clinging to her legs and kissing her calves, knees, thighs and pussy as his sobs continued.

"I'm so sorry Mistress. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me! "He said.

"Hush, my baby hush. It's okay. It's all over."

Tracy ran her fingers gently through his disheveled hair, over his neck and shoulders while the gush of emotions poured forth. She steered his kisses and licks away from her legs and channeled them toward, and eventually to her pussy, a place she desired him to associate with comfort, security, love, and a place where he absolutely belonged.

"Come," she said finally. "Come and let me hold you."

"Y-Y-Yess Mistress," he managed to get out between gasps. He looked pathetic. Tears continued to stream and after he replied he once more cried brokenhearted.

Gingerly he rose keeping his beaten ass from touching anything. She led her grief-stricken submissive by the hand to the sofa on the back patio. A lone candle was lit on an adjacent table. Sitting at one end she motioned for him to lay across the sofa with his body facing hers. Cradling his head as she would a small child she held him.

Looking up into her eyes, he touched her lip with a single finger. "I – a-am s-so-so sorry Mi-Mistress. I am so...... sorry". Turning, he buried his head between her breasts and cried. He said nothing more. Finally, when he quieted, she guided his mouth to her nipple. He grasped it as a son would his mothers'. Tracy knew that he came to her breast, not so much for love, but out of some deep inner need to be consoled. Tracy once more served as the vessel who met his need. Yes, she offered him a place of safety, a place to feel secure, a place to come whenever pain entered his life. In so doing he was acknowledging Her ownership of him. Her breast served as a source of comfort after the painful ordeal and one he would not soon forget.

Somewhere in the deep recesses of Tracy's mind she remembered hearing how profound and life altering the comfort of another can be after a traumatizing experience. Because he endured so much pain after reaching his breaking point Tracy, was able to utilize both her sexuality and authority to capitalize on the formation of the dominant/submissive bond that now was being forged. He would forever associate her as one he would fear on one level, thus causing him to obey, but on a deeper level she knew she had formed an association of pain and pleasure becoming one and the same in his mind. She wanted to be able to discipline him but in the process she also wanted that discipline to drawl him to her rather than cause him to distance himself both emotionally and physically. By offering her breast as an aid to console and comfort she knew his future compulsion would be to come to her. Suckling at her breast now to subdue the discomfort of his beating was no different than his compulsion to fall at her feet after the beating ended. He already had come to need her on many levels.

She thought. "We are moving in the right direction. My body is irresistible to him, he has a natural need to obey, he can't help but want to please, he is a submissive to the very depths of who he is, and now, he is learning a pain-pleasure association." She sat humming softly while cradling her newest possession. "I think I'm going to have to do this again," she thought. All the while she felt him greedily suck at the hard and elongated nipple he found so gratifying.

She wanted him. She knew he was married but that desire for control which seemed to permeate everything she threw herself into superseded logic. And besides, he had assets that Tim could never provide and in fact didn't want Tim to provide. Tim was her ticked to financial security and he had since failed miserably at that. Tim had devotion, yes, and Tim had a mouth but had no idea how to use it, nor did he have as intense a desire to want to use it. This man had all that Tim lacked and he had a cock and balls the size of a small bull. He also had a mouth and talented tongue; his oral skills were like nothing she had ever felt. On top of that was his attitude of deference that made her feel powerful even when life was spinning out of control.

She wanted to control him, if for nothing else to serve as a toy to be manipulated whenever she was bored. She would send him back to his wife, knowing he was severely punished. She'd also send him back emotionally and psychologically torn. He'd no longer be just Katie's. He'd be hers as well. As Tracy looked down into the eyes of the slave suckling now so peacefully, her thoughts raced from the day they first met. He meant nothing to her before then. In that time, his wife had made the fatal mistake of opening the door to their sexuality and expanding it to include Jennifer and Debbie. They wanted nothing more than a once-and-done experience. Tracy wanted more. She wanted him. That decision was as instant and spontaneous, as was her attraction for him.

She had always been an impulsive woman who acted spontaneously. When it came to men she had been through many, enjoying, using, playing with, and even abusing, depending on her whim. She purchased and discarded things frequently. But with this man, she was not interested in discarding. With him she intended to keep for her enjoyment. It was a decision she had made soon after she walked into that room and lowered her pussy down onto his waiting cock. It was something she just knew. He was someone she intuitively felt she had to have. What confirmed her impulse was the look in his eyes when she took him that very first time. She could see the not only lust but need and a desire to feel needed.

And now, his wife had made a second mistake by granting her permission to punish. When she had made that phone call immediately after he had run, she called Katie, fabricating the lie of her husband's quick exodus, and asking if it would be permissible to punish him. She dangled the bate of this being an ideal chance for her to be a dominant and Katie took it eagerly. In fact she encouraged it just as Tracy assumed she would. The topic of discipline had come up during their morning get-together earlier in the day and when Ken had left, leaving her so humiliated, she took advantage of that information and used it against her.

Tonight, she had done nothing wrong. She disciplined him within the framework of what she was granted - an open ended offer. It was upon this offer that Tracy pounced and now used to begin the formation of a bond that would turn him into a slave to be used for her sexual pleasure.

"Suck baby. Suck and feel my hard nipples inside your mouth. My nipples love being in your mouth and I love seeing you so broken. I love that I can hold and love you and give you the security you need and deserve."

Taking one of his hands she guided it to her breast permitting him free access to fondle. He grasped her tentatively. She wondered if he was still afraid of her. The thought was comforting yet she wanted him to recover from his trauma by using her body as the means for his recovery. She gave him time. Soon he began squeezing and caressing first one, then the other, gliding over and down her fullness from clavicle to nipple. Tracy had beautiful breasts and she soon learned that this submissive had a fetish for them. She had chosen correctly. Her breasts would always serve as a powerful tool to reconnect the two of them whenever their relationship became streamed. Smiling once more she stored this knowledge away knowing she would be sure to use it at a later date.

Sometime after he had quieted, she spoke. "I love that you were so strong for me. I am so proud of you. There are few men that could withstand the type of punishment you willingly took. You are a strong man and I love a strong man. You are now My strong man."

"Yes Mistress," he whispered.

"I want to reward you before you leave for home. May I do that?"

"You already have."

Tracy beamed with pleasure. "Yes I have, but I want to give you more. May I do that for you?"

"Yes. How?" He said suddenly interested.

"Kneel on the rug in front of me. As he moved off the sofa, Tracy stretched out across it, letting her legs extend over the arm rests and stretching her arms overhead in a position of exposure an invitation. She deliberately put herself on display. The arching of her arms thinned her waist and enhanced the shape of her bust. It was a pose she loved.

Ken gasped at the site of such a beauty splayed before him, her legs strong and lean gently parted to reveal her tantalizing pussy, her large firm breasts full and round and inviting, her waist so small, so taut, so beautiful. She was a picture so angelic. The candle flickering on the table highlighted and shadowed every delicious curve of her perfect body. Lying there with her eyes closed he allowed the image of her perfect form to burn permanently into his mind. He would never forget this picture.

"Come down here by my feet."

He obeyed and as he did Tracy raised one leg, offering it to him.

"Suck on my toes. Lick my feet and then kiss every part of my leg all the way up to my pussy." While she instructed him she ran her hands down over her inner thighs slowly drawling them upward until they met at the apex of her legs. She fondled her pussy sliding one finger up and down between her labia. She watched him watch the movement of her hand. She knew he was going to bury his face once more into her sex, and although it was something she desired, she wanted him to have to earn it. She wanted to know how patient he would be in pleasing all of her and not just her sex.

Taking the weight of her leg into his arm he obeyed. By the light of the candle, she watched this man she barely knew, take each toe, at a time into his mouth and suck with the same affection he had given her nipple. She watched him caress and orally fondle the length of each digit, sliding it between each toe, drawling the toe once more into his mouth, and brushing his tongue across them all as if he was running his fingers over several piano keys. From there his moved to her arch, kissing, sucking gently, biting and massaging the intrinsic muscles with his mouth, chin, nose and face. After spending ample time on her feet he moved next to her ankle, then to her muscular and shapely calf and upward to her thigh. He ended with his face burying into her sex, her leg spread wide apart and resting over his shoulder. Tracy watched. She slowly arched her body, lifting her breast heavenward knowing his eyes never left those beautiful orbs. She was a master seductress, beguiling in every way, and although she was giving him free access, his access came with an underlying motive. She wanted his brain to reform new synapses in which he would dream of her, and lustfully desire to be with her once again.