Of course, it happened again.
Another breakup with another girlfriend, only this time it was quicker than usual. At 35 years old, I still couldn’t keep from getting bored with the same old relationships.
This time though, it cost me. We scheduled a mountain getaway, and I could not cancel in time to get a refund. What the hell? I had time off and could use some alone time to relax for a long weekend. I just bought a new mountain bike, and there were some awesome trails there.
I checked in Friday night and found the resort near capacity. I stopped at the bar for a drink. The bar was almost empty except for a few couples. I felt out of place as the bartender explained this was mostly a couples’ resort. Just my luck. No action for me this week.
Just as well, I planned on an early rise for a long bike ride early in the morning. The bike trail was 20 miles long one way. It was mostly gravel with some blacktop, long and with many curves. After 16 or so miles in, I had not seen anything but woods and a field of tall grass.
I pulled over to relieve myself. There was a small clearing, and the way in the back was a well-maintained large cabin. It would have been completely hidden if not for the tree being uprooted. It seemed out of place and in the middle of nowhere.
I strained to see if a road or driveway led back to it. Suddenly a Jeep came down the path and turned into the clearing toward the cabin. I wasn’t paying attention and drove into the Jeep’s side. Luckily, I wasn’t going fast. But it still caused me to lose my balance and fall into the road.
I got minor scratches and road burns on my arms and legs. The Jeep stopped, and the driver got out. Lying on the ground, I could hear the door slam. From around the car stepped a beautiful woman. She was tall and fit wearing skintight yoga pants and only a sports bra as a top.
She stood over me and extended her hand. We stood eye to eye. I could tell she was close to six feet tall. I was five foot ten inches, and she was taller than me. She looked older, possibly early to late 40s and gorgeous. Athletic legs, firm tight butt, flat toned midsection, and long blonde hair with a deep tan.
I was speechless at first. But before I could say anything, she asked if I was hurt. “Not really,” I replied, “I am so sorry I ran into you. Is there any damage to your Jeep?” She turned and looked at the side of the Jeep, “No worries. Oh, you are bleeding. Let me clean you up and bandage your cuts at my cabin.”
“Sure,” I replied. With that, she picked up my bike with one hand and placed it in the back of the Jeep. Now, this was an expensive mountain bike, so it was lightweight. But I couldn’t lift it with one hand. She was not only lean and fit; she was very strong.
It was maybe a few hundred yards to the cabin from the trail. But it was a rough ride. You need an off-road vehicle or four-wheel drive SUV to get to it. She was living off the grid. We talked a bit on the way. But since it was a quick trip, we just introduced ourselves. Her name was Mahita.
She pulled behind the cabin, parked and invited me in. The cabin was quite large. We entered the foyer, which led to an open living room. We walked through the living room and into a smaller room with a well-stocked bar. She directed me to one of the bar stools and told me to sit.
She went to another room and came back with some bandages. We talked as she cleaned and bandaged my cuts and scrapes. I assumed she did not live alone because of the cabin’s size. But to my surprise, she told me she did live alone and loved the privacy.
She used to live in the city. She was the CEO of a major communications company for almost 15 years. She said she loved being in charge and especially loved to have men follow her orders. She didn’t look that old. But unless she was a CEO right out of college, she must be in her late forties or early fifties.
Hell, she was gorgeous and could pass for the late 30s to early 40s at most. She was married once. But it didn’t work out because she was too strong-willed and wanted to be in control. I didn’t know what to make of that, but I nodded. I told her I thought dominating women were very attractive to me.
That must have made an impression on her because she said, “Let’s move to the couch and have a glass of wine.” I moved to the couch, and she went into the kitchen for the wine. About 5 minutes later, she came out with two tall glasses of wine.
“I hope you like red wine,” she said as she sipped her glass. “Yes, I do,” as I drink. I finished the wine, and I started to feel a little woozy. Usually, it would take more than one glass of wine for that to happen. I woke up in total darkness. For some reason, I could not move my hands or feet.
I lay there trying to get my thought together when I heard footsteps. The light went on, and I saw Mahita coming down the stairs. She was wearing nothing but a black bra and thong. She was gorgeous. I couldn’t help myself as I started to get hard.
That is when I noticed I was completely naked. Spread out on my back, with my hands and legs retrained to a bed. Where was I? How did I get here? The room was large and lit with soft red and black lighting. I finally started to focus and looked around the room. There was a funny-looking type of bench with straps.
She saw me looking at it. “That is my spanking bench. You will end up on it if you disobey me” There was some swing-type contraction with straps. Stirrups along with handles and headrests hanging from ceiling hooks.
“That is my sex swing. You have to earn your way onto it. And believe me. You will enjoy being on it with me immensely.” In the back of the room was a chair with a hole in the seat, just big enough for a face to fit through.
“Oh, I see you found my Queening chair. Once we get to know each other a little better, you will lie down on your back, slide under the chair and perform oral sex on me, sitting on top. Until then, facesitting and facefucking will be while you lie on my bed.”
There was more, but I closed my eyes and tried to compose myself. Confused, I screamed, “Where am I? Untie my hands and legs.” She walked slowly to me and said, “Don’t bother screaming. This room is soundproof. No one is around to hear you, regardless. Just relax and enjoy what I have in store for you.”
She slipped off her thong, hopped on the bed, and straddled me. She lowered her beautiful shaved pussy to my face. I did not know what to do. But her sweet aroma made me want to bury my face in her. I lost control and started Licking her thighs.
She had a butterfly tattoo high on her right thigh. I licked so hard I thought I could taste the ink. I worked my way to her pussy. I licked and lapped it using my entire tongue. Up and down, side to side. She softly moaned, “Suck my clit,” she said.
I slipped my tongue in and started to lick her clit. As her clit got harder, I engulfed it and sucked until she moaned. She got even lower and started to fuck my face. Grinding up and down, I could hardly breathe. But I kept my face buried in her.
When she was about to cum, she lifted and squirted in my face. I licked it up. She tasted so sweet. Something came over me. I wanted to please her more than anything. I was under her control. She turned around and told me to worship her ass. Of course, I obeyed.
I kissed and licked her tight sexy ass. She started to stroke my cock until I was about to cum. Then she stopped until the sensation stopped bringing me back and forth to near ejaculation. She was a master of tease and orgasm denial. I was so aroused I slipped my tongue as far as I could up her asshole.
Licking the sides and then circling my tongue, rimming her asshole. She moaned, sliding her hands slowly down my stomach while kissing me. She moved sensuously to my cock. She stroked it for a few seconds before moving to my balls.
She moved further down between my legs, exploring until she found my manhole. She gently inserted a finger, and I couldn’t control myself. I kissed her hard and sucked her tongue in a fit of passion. She reached into a small bag and pulled out a glove and lotion.
She slipped the glove on and lubricated her gloved fingers. She began to finger fuck me, slowly and gently, until she reached my prostrate. She massaged it, making me moan with pleasure. Two more fingers entered. I moaned and started to grind until she stopped and pulled a dildo from the bag.
She rubbed it around my ass for a bit, then lubricated it and pushed it into my waiting asshole.
“You want it badly, don’t you, my pet?”
“Yes, I want it.” She put two pillows under my hips.
“I want to see the pleasure on your face when I drill my cock into your tight manhole and fuck you.” She then inserted the dildo into her strap-on and lubed it. I closed my eyes in anticipation as she slid her cock into my ass. She entered me slowly and softly.
I was lying on my back with her on top of me and being dominated and pegged by her. It made me flush with excitement and anticipation for what was to come. I had never been so sexually aroused. It was so intense that I had to struggle to keep from shooting right then.
I never thought of myself as a submissive. But I wanted to submit to her dominance completely. I would do anything to please her and gain her approval. She slid her bra off, and two gorgeous breaths dangled in my face. Her nipples were round and hard, so I knew she was also aroused.
She lowered her breast to my mouth. I sucked it hard as she pumped faster and deeper into my accommodating and waiting ass. I spread my legs as wide as I could because I needed to engulf her entire cock. It felt so good that I moaned in extreme satisfaction.
From the look on her face, I knew she was getting aroused. Her eyes were barely open, and she was breathing almost heavily. She then moved her other breast into my mouth. “Don’t play favourites. Give this one some attention.” I couldn’t wait to get it in my mouth. I sucked and licked her big hard nipple until she pulled away.
She stared at me and said, “Ummm, my new pet enjoys my cock, doesn’t he? Nothing turns me on more than pegging a submissive. But fucking a submissive who loves it as much as you get my juices flowing. I am getting wet already.”
She thrust deeper and deeper. I could feel her leather holster brushing against my bare ass. It felt so good. I moaned loudly and started to push my ass up toward her, taking her cock deep into me. She pulled out and added more lubricant. My cock was so hard I was surely going to cum.
She slipped her cock back into the position it slid in without effort. She started to grind my ass with her leather holster rubbing against my ass. This was by far the greatest sexual arousal I have ever experienced. She started to slow down, and I begged her to keep going. I never wanted anything as bad as I wanted her.
I knew then I would do anything to please her, to make her happy. I wanted to belong to her and her alone. I had never been seduced so completely. Fuck me fuck me harder. I moaned until she started driving her cock deep into my ass. I closed my eyes. I must have passed out from the excitement and pleasure.
I woke up to the smell of eggs and bacon. I was lying on the couch, completely dressed. I could see her in the kitchen cooking by the stove. She must have been out for a run because she was dressed in a white tee shirt and short running shorts. God, she was so hot.
She looked in and saw that I was awake. “Good morning. Did you have a restful sleep? I didn’t have the heart to wake you up. You looked so relaxed.” What had happened? Did I dream about her secret room and everything that went on? Why would I dream about being her submissive?
I had never thought about such things before. “Yes, I slept well, thank you. I am sorry if I caused you any inconvenience.”
“No, I was happy for the company. It gets lonely way out here at times. I believe the combination of your long bike ride, the accident, and the glass of wine took its toll on you.”
“I think so. Again you are very kind to take good care of me.”
She smiled and said, “You’re welcome, my pet.” ‘MY PET’ is what she called me right before she pegged me. I was sure it was a dream. I was so confused instead of being concerned that I was sexually assaulted. I was hopeful that it wasn’t a dream. I would love to experience everything again with her.
Truth be told, for the first time in my life, I could see myself in a long-term relationship with her. Hell, with my luck, it was just a coincidence and a dream. How could it be true? How did she get me to the room? How did she get me back on the couch?
I am 5’10 160 pounds. She looked fit, but is it possible? It did not make sense. Still, I wished it did happen. I cannot believe I feel that way, but I cannot help myself. She did seduce me, dream or real. I was under her spell.
“Let’s go to the kitchen and have breakfast.” She guided me into the kitchen and sat me down at the table. She slid into the chair next to me, and her shorts slid up her thigh. And there it was, the butterfly tattoo.
My mind was racing. How could I dream about that tattoo? How did I know she had it when yesterday she wore long yoga pants? I was confused but also very hopeful that it wasn’t a dream. I had to know. I had to be with her again.
The eggs and bacon were very good. So I complimented her, “You are a fabulous cook. The eggs and bacon are fantastic.” She smiled and said, “I am a woman of many talents.”
Hell yes, I thought, you turned me from a so-called macho man into your faithful submissive in just a few hours. She started to chuckle. “I came in to check on you last night, and you were moaning in your sleep. Did you have a nightmare?”
I thought this could be my chance to find out more. A nightmare? “No, I had a very exciting and very enjoyable dream.” Her eyes widened, and a mischievous grin appeared on her face. “Really, was I in your dream?” This could be my shot.
I could be with her again. My cock started to get hard. Yes, you were in my dream. You were the exciting and enjoyable part. After all, you are a woman of many talents. I could see this got her attention. I could see her nipples harden and expand through her thin white tee shirt.
She stared at me for a bit, seemingly gathering her thoughts. She then looked down at the bulge in my shorts, smiled and said. “I would love to hear all about your dream. Can you stay awhile longer?” I wanted to be with someone more than her. I cannot remember if ever there was someone.
I had never felt this way before. I had a deep feeling of wanting to please her and to be totally under her control. “Yes, I can stay, and I want to tell you every detail of my dream.”
She stood up, took me by the hand and led me down the hall to a door, used a key to unlock it and led me down the stairs to the room below.
PS: This story was narrated to me by the submissive guy. He and Mahita have been in a BDSM relationship for 3 years. Just this one incident grabbed my attention. And this story will not have any sequel or prequel.
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