The Master's Cabin - Sex Stories

The Master's Cabin

The Master's Cabin, Pt 1 My slave, you can see out the window from your place on the St Andrew's cross you're lashed tightly to. Your arms reaching upward, spread wide, legs parted wide, wrists and ankles held in the leather straps, and a wide webbing strap holding your belly against the smooth painted wood of the huge X that stands in My bedroom. The cabin is two large rooms and a washroom. One is this dungeon-bedroom where you're bound and gagged now, the other is living room - kitchen - dining area, all in one large open space, comfortably airy & bright. Our dungeon bedroom has the custom 4 poster bed with the stocks built into the headboard, & a spreader for your ankles built into the foot board, with posts that stand from floor to the beamed ceiling, with rings, & attachment cleats studding all four of them There are drawers that serve as clothes dressers beneath it, and on the X that joins the tops of the 4 posts over the bed, are ring bolts, to connect to your suspension harness. The massage table off to one side, has an attachment that transforms it into a rack, a removable section that makes it into a medical examination table for Me to give you internal exams, shave, probe or explore your vagina as much and as often as I like. There is a chair set up for you too, with restraints for your neck, legs, arms, wrists, and waist. With inter-changeable center sections that will have you sitting on a padded seat, a hard unpadded one, open for access to your pussy and ...

... ass, one with attachments for various of My collection of toys, dildos, butt plugs, etc to penetrate your ass & pussy as you sit restrained in the chair. I made it all for you & you alone with my own hands. It's custom-fitted to your body, My delight & passion - your physical person, the vessel that contains this person who is My slave. Where a closet stands, a closer look reveals that the hanger bar will swing out and over out of the way, leaving a cage made of welded steel bars & a door hinged to lock you in so I can reach you, but you can't escape. Two feet from front to back, but six feet long & eight feet high. You can lie down on a sleeping pad that rolls into one end, or use the chamber pot if I've decided to leave you in there for a period of time. Food is reached through the bars as your naked body presses against the cold black steel. I recall the first day I showed it to you, tying your hands to the top of the door. I raped you in the ass long and hard, as your chest was pounded against those cold unyielding bars. After I came in your butt, I swung the door shut, unfastened you & locked the door as I pointed out to you the features of your cell. You were in there 'til I'd made supper & was ready to let you out. Doubling as a quilt rack, the flogging horse stands beside the fireplace in the bedroom, straps to hold your wrists, ankles, and mid-section if required, & a second set of attachment points so I can bend you backwards, so I can whip your front. That's one you ...