The Master’s Cabin by PJ Wolfwalker
The shy submisive gets owned anyway… This is a piece I wrote a few years back, lost & recently found, but in recovering, please spare me the grammar lessons, I know there are typos, I simply can’t mess with those if I’m going to get this temporary connection edition into print to share with my fellow pervs. Hope you enjoy it. , The Master’s Cabin, Pt 1
My slave, you can see out the window from your place on the St Andrew’s cross you’re lashed tightly to. Your arms reaching upward, spread wide, legs parted wide, wrists and ankles held in the leather straps, and a wide webbing strap holding your belly against the smooth painted wood of the huge X that stands in My bedroom.
The cabin is two large rooms and a washroom. One is this dungeon-bedroom where you’re bound and gagged now, the other is living room – kitchen – dining area, all in one large open space, comfortably airy & bright. Our dungeon bedroom has the custom 4 poster bed with the stocks built into the headboard, & a spreader for your ankles built into the foot board, with posts that stand from floor to the beamed ceiling, with rings, & attachment cleats studding all four of them There are drawers that serve as clothes dressers beneath it, and on the X that joins the tops of the 4 posts over the bed, are ring bolts, to connect to your suspension harness.
The massage table off to one side, has an attachment that transforms it into a rack, a removable section that makes it into a medical examination table for Me to give you internal exams, shave,
probe or explore your vagina as much and as often as I like. There is a chair set up for you too, with restraints for your neck, legs, arms, wrists, and waist. With inter-changeable center sections that will have you sitting on a padded seat, a hard unpadded one, open for access to your pussy and ass, one with attachments for various of My collection of toys, dildos, butt plugs, etc to penetrate your ass & pussy as you sit restrained in the chair. I made it all for you & you alone with my own hands. It’s custom-fitted to your body, My delight & passion – your physical person, the vessel that contains this person who is My slave.
Where a closet stands, a closer look reveals that the hanger bar will swing out and over out of the way, leaving a cage made of welded steel bars & a door hinged to lock you in so I can reach you, but you can’t escape. Two feet from front to back, but six feet long & eight feet high. You can lie down on a sleeping pad that rolls into one end, or use the chamber pot if I’ve decided to leave you in there for a period of time. Food is reached through the bars as your naked body presses against the cold black steel.
I recall the first day I showed it to you, tying your hands to the top of the door. I raped you in the ass long and hard, as your chest was pounded against those cold unyielding bars. After I came in your butt, I swung the door shut, unfastened you & locked the door as I pointed out to you the features of your cell. You were in there ’til I’d made supper & was ready to let you out.
Doubling as a quilt rack, the flogging horse stands beside the fireplace in the bedroom, straps to hold your wrists, ankles, and mid-section if required, & a second set of attachment points so I can bend you backwards, so I can whip your front. That’s one you hadn’t expected, even from Me. You were so surprised when I bent you back so I could use the cat o nine tails to spatter the fine lash marks over your belly, chest, breasts, the front of your thighs and your pubic mound. You recall I’m sure the day I used the crop on your pubic mound, because you’d put the cat away, so it wasn’t in it’s usual place. You’ve never hidden My toys from plain sight after that.
The Master’s Cabin Pt 2
From the X cross where you are now, you see Me returning from an afternoon trip down the shoreline in the rowboat to pick berries. The cabin is isolated enough that you have no real idea where you are, only that it fronts on the pond & nearest road is a gravel one. You shiver with anticipation as you wonder what I’m going to do to you today… I enter the cabin, go wash up before entering the room. I walk up behind you and ask how your afternoon was?.
“My arms are a bit cramped Master,” you say softly. I massage them rapidly to restore circulation without releasing them.
“We’re going swimming in a few minutes I say as I grab down the long riding crop to give your ass a few moderately hard swats. Immediately the welts begin to rise. I slash your butt cheeks harder as you bite your lip to keep from crying out. As I whip up your back one side, then down the other, it’s leaving a cross-hatch pattern. I whip on downward, each point of contact burning like fire afterward, down the backs of your thighs, and back to your taut ass, where I finish with several very hard whacks that make you gasp & choke back a cry of pain.
I release your waist strap first, then your ankles, and finally your wrists, as I grab your hair to pull you toward the bed and raise the stocks, so you stand, bent from the waist, with your hands and head immobilized above the pillows as I ram My erection into your soaking wet cunt, again and again, until I felt you start to gather tension as you do just before you come. I pulled out and went around to kneel on the pillows for you to finish me to a climax by sucking Me. When I finished fucking your face, I kissed your forehead as I released you from the stocks. Putting on My old river sandals, I head for the water to cool off, while you shuffle into your sandals and follow Me.
The early August warm water feels good on your freshly whipped skin and you luxuriate in it, as I splash water over you and bite your shoulders, My hands running over your body, until my finger strays between your hot cunt lips. With you leaning back lightly against My chest, I finger you until you come, your legs weakening as you do, so you gulp warm pond water, & sputter as you cry out in ecstacy.
“Thank You Master ” you manage to choke out a few seconds later. I kiss your cheek and you feel My erection part your ass cheeks, and enter you suddenly, filling you as I drive into you fast and furiously, pulling you onto My hardness, spurting inside your delectable ass once more. We climb out to sit on the end of the small floating dock as we 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…