The Master's Cabin - Sex Stories

The Master's Cabin

... dry off in the summer sun, then go back to the cabin to barbeque supper. Later on you know, I'll have stories to tell you as we play and fuck and make love before we fall asleep in each other's arms on My bed, in My cabin beside a pond, in a place where you do not even know the location of. My slave, My prized possession,.. I have chosen for these first several months to not let you have any knowledge of the "outside world". Not where we are, what towns are nearby, if any, what territory we're in or even the area. This is how I’m going to train you for Me, how your real-time training will take place and where you'll live. Only when I feel you're ready to face the world as My slave, openly and unashamed, you’ll stay unaware of where you are, or how long this time of training will last. You are Mine and I will do with you as I please, teaching you to be all that I see the potential for in you... all I have ever dreamed of... The Master's Cabin, Pt #3 The memories of summer & the warm sunshine that dried our naked bodies on the floating dock are long past now. As Summer turned to Fall and Fall to the first frozen chills driven over the land, you knew wherever we were, it certainly wasn't tropical... The air took on a decidedly chilly nature, and we harvested our garden that grew in the clearing between the side of the cabin & the woods where sheltered from the wind, in the fullness of the southern light you became aware why I'd built the cabin where I had. As Fall deepened and ...

... the leaves from the deciduous trees fell, you noticed the pines & firs wrapped around our location like a huge green hand, the only low growth at the edges of the open ground that faced south over the surface of the lake. You realized too that I'd made the cabin with only a single west & east facing window, two small permanently sealed ones looking north as the main ones all faced south. When I brought the big Plexiglas sheets from the shed to fasten over the screens of the roofed veranda on the front of the cabin, you realized even more... That place where we sat with the warm breezes flowing around us on hot nights as we lay out with the stars all around was not just decorative. The wood-box that stood next to the door was moved & filled to the top with kindling. You discovered I’m not into the “helpless female” thing, as you wheeled wheelbarrow loads of dry, split firewood to the doorway, propped open now the flies had left, so you could stack most of our wood inside, out of the weather. The frames that held you on summer evenings as I flogged you just so you could experience the night air on bare flesh while I used the flogger in the starry, moonlit darkness. You shivered as you stacked the wood, knowing this was vital to survival in the long cold months ahead. You found out why I’d refer to Myself as a "pragmatic realist" sometimes, as we prepared & bottled green or wax beans, peas, some of the smaller carrots & potatoes for late in the season until the first crops of the ...