I suppose I should appreciate that she left me some shoes, the gravel driveway would have been no fun when we were transferring our supplies to the house. Sure enough, my backpack is much lighter than it was this morning.
The drive through town was the worst. It’s a small mountain town with blessedly few lights, but when the old couple doddering through the crosswalk forced us to stop, I was in agony with the thought of a car pulling up on my side or a pedestrian not with his nose in his phone walking by.
From the access road, only a car passing by or someone on foot at the end of our driveway would have seen my white ass carrying in the groceries and suitcases. S was gleeful watching me snatching glances towards the road every time I had to reach into the trunk bending over and displaying my rosebud for any to see.
“Come on! Let’s head to the dock.” Casting a mischievous glance my way she grabbed my hand and lead me through the back. The cottage, more of a house actually, was surrounded with trees except for a nice new five meter dock jutting out into the calm waters of the lake. Directly across were a couple other cottages but they were far enough away that we would just look like a couple sunbathers. Which we were, just more sun worshiping than most.
I had to admit that this really was the dream. It wasn’t by accident that the house was this private. We always imagined debaucherous parties and naughty play on our part. I just didn’t imagine that I would spend my first real vacation here caged. And I wasn’t allowing myself to think forward to tomorrow night when our friends would be seeing a whole new side of me.
Standing on the dock, I was enjoying the sun warming my body. There was a glorious stillness to the glassy lake with the mountains covered in trees rising like goosebumps off towards the horizon.
“You look entirely too happy, my pet. Time to get back to the house. I’m not done with you yet. Not nearly.” She smiled.
In the kitchen, I gathered supplies to make some drinks. S came down from the master carrying a roughly-used leather duffel. I knew it well.
“Come here, slave and turn around.” I could hear her dig in the bag followed by the cold leather of my collar being fitted to my neck. We don’t play with it often but when we do it usually means a rougher time for me.
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That’s new. I try to turn but she holds the collar firmly.
“Along with the cage, you’re going to be wearing the collar all week. It’s important that you fully embrace that I have complete control.”
She walks in front of me and I see the key to the padlock on my collar dangling from a chain between her breasts.
“Cuffs and ankles, too!”
She looks me up and down with a wry smirk and a touch of lust.
I’m feeling more than a little embarrassed with her completely clothed and me outfitted for a night in a dungeon. My cock, however, was straining painfully at the cage making it clear to my mistress that it was all green lights from here on.