The Master's Cabin - Sex Stories

The Master's Cabin

... new sowing was ready to eat. All sorts of vegetables, fruits & berries were preserved or canned, those big sturdy deep shelves you'd wondered about, stocked with our homegrown goods. Then while I left you inside with work to do, your leg manacled to the sturdy chain that allowed you access anywhere in the cabin except past the edge of the veranda, I left in the boat, using My outboard motor this time, telling you to expect Me to not return until next day. You watched as I zipped the bulky flotation vest on with the rain jacket, as you kissed Me once I'd allowed you to stand to show Me your affection. That night was the first time you'd been left alone in the cabin, & it was a shock to your system that you missed Me very much. Not the being leaned over the quilt rack to have your bottom smacked with the crop or the time in the stocks that always meant flogging, followed by rough entry from behind, either your snug pussy or in your butt, often the one followed by the other. You missed My breathing as you curled your lovely country girl beauty against me to sleep at night. You felt so out of place you couldn't sleep in the bed, and slept on the couch, covered with a big blanket that was waiting to be washed because it smelled of our sex. That comforted you enough you fell asleep after having cold leftovers. You knew I was gone to get one of the loads of things we couldn't grow or find in the wild near the cabin, cheese, tinned goods, fresh milk, other things we lacked the ...

... equipment to prepare or the means to have over the long haul. You’d asked once about fresh eggs and a hen-house. I agreed, but asked when you wanted to kill & clean them before winter's frost claimed them, & would you cook them before bottling or smoke or dry the meat to preserve it for winter? You decided you were not up to dispatching & cooking them, that you'd become too attached to them to do it, so Master had brought eggs with the 'bought' groceries every couple of weeks. Next morning an hour or so after sunrise, you heard an approaching boat under power, breathed a sigh of relief as I rounded the point toward the dock. You noticed quickly that I was towing a second aluminum boat filled with boxes & bags behind My boat. I entered, stroked your hair as you showed your submission for Me, rising as I indicated I wanted to unlock your leg manacle. I hugged you, about to walk to the dock, but I stopped you, passed you a bag with fresh fruit & bacon to prepare breakfast. You'd come so far, making delicious home-made bread & other baked goods, so that I'd long ago stopped bringing the prepared foods with Me, and brought ingredients instead. As you prepared our food, I began to lug the boxes up in the wheelbarrow...Tinned meats, cans of soup, pasta in sauce, browned beans... convenience foods I didn't usually indulge in, case after case of long life fresh milk, canned milk to use as coffee cream, two cases of coffee, two cases of tea bags, another of various herbal tea, extra batches ...