I have been writing to my on-line slave for several months when I learned he owned a log cabin deep in the woods, miles from the nearest road. The wheels in my head began to turn instantly. The more I learned about this “cabin”, the more my mind went to work. It turns out this “cabin” is really a 5 bedroom house with 2 bathrooms and a full basement. When I heard basement, I immediately thought dungeon. So when he invited me to visit for a couple of days, I got very excited.

Now let me make this clear, I’m no fool. He may be my slave, but he is still twice my size. So I was very apprehensive about going there alone. When I told my very good friend about the cabin, she also got excited about the possibilities. So naturally, I invited her to join me. Her name is Marta, a powerful name if I ever heard one. She is VERY dominating. I have learned many tricks from her. I was sure we would have a good time.

When I mentioned this to Jessy, my slave, he agreed and said he would send me $500 to cover travel expenses and for a new leather outfit. After hearing this, the deal was sealed. The three of us would spend a couple for days “camping”.

When we arrived, I let him give us the fifty cent tour before taking control. “STRIP” I ordered. “and put on your little boy jock strap”.

After locking a shock collar on Jessy’s neck, I tossed one of the remotes to Marta and told her to test it out. She give it a jolt and Jessy went to his knees in pain. Then I tested mine, the results were the same. We all knew who was is control now, the girls!!

After that he unloaded the luggage. When he came to the steamer trunk, he questioned how long I would be staying. I just shook my head and told him not to question my motives. After the luggage was put in our bedrooms, I ordered Jessy to fix us a cocktail, but not until he donned his French maid outfit. He looked so cute in his short dress and fishnet stockings and heels, wearing his blond wig. I had hobbled his legs with a short rope so he could only take very small steps. He waited further orders while kneeling at my feet, eyes lowered, never to see my face.

After our drink, it was off to the dungeon where he hung from the ceiling with his toes barely grazing the floor. I left him there for a long time, checking on him a couple of times an hour, each time with my whip, me wearing my new leathers, reminding him who was in charge. Nipples clamps were added after a couple of hours, as well as a 3 pound weight tied to his balls and some clothespins on his pathetic little cock. Marta even threw a bucket of ice water on him. The cold water made him squeal like pig!!!.

Dinner time found him in the kitchen wearing the maid outfit again and hobbled. He prepared a luxury meal of steaks, fresh asparagus, baked potatoes, and a Caesar salad. I fed him scraps from my plate as he knelt beside me. After dinner it was play time. We made Jessy act like various animals as we tried to guess which one he was imitating. My favorite was the duck, him walking while squatting wearing his red butt plug, quacking all the while.

As bedtime approached, Marta and I took turns being serviced by Jessy as he laid on the rug, tightly hogtied in a super hogtie, with his elbows tied tightly together and then tied to his ankles. Even his big toes were tied together. When it was time to go to sleep, he was covered with a blanket and blindfolded while Marta and I each had our own king sized bed.

I untied him in the morning so he could fix us breakfast. Then it was outside playtime. Jessy was handcuffed, behind his back of course, while Marta and I took turns taking target practice with our paintball guns. Marta won that contest, unfortunately for me. I had to be her slave for an hour while Jessy looked on, tied to a tree from head to foot. Marta made me make her cum using nothing but my tongue as my arms were bound tightly behind my back. I pretended to protest, but I actually loved being forced to service her. I knew she would have done the same had the positions been reversed.

But wait. Is that an erection on Jessy? I’ll take care of that. I took a shish kabob skewer and proceeded to whip his cock with it until he was completely placid.  

After a gourmet lunch, served by Jessy, we played another game. This time Marta drove the truck slowly up the trail with hobbled Jessy tied to the bumper. I was right behind him with my riding crop, making sure he kept moving. In the afternoon, Jessy was hung from the beam in the ceiling, stretched to his limits. That night Marta and I played strip poker as bound and gagged Jessy looked on, his cock in his harness. When ever his cock started to get hard, one of us would use the whip on it.

That night Marta and I slept together, as Jessy was chained in the steamer trunk, blindfolded. I didn’t get much sleep that night, but neither did Marta.

The next morning it was time to go home. I think we all had a good time. I know I did.

I wonder if I’ll ever be invited back????

03.02.10