Winter cabin

It was just a little wooden cabin bursting through the whiteness of the landscape with its blue walls, white windows, and red front door. Inside it was decorated sparsely with reclaimed furniture that had been stripped and white-washed. It was strange how in the country that had given birth to IKEA there was not a single flat pack in sight.

We stomped our feet on the wooden decking to dislodge the snow from our boots and walked into the living room. It was cold and smelled of emptiness, but the stove in the far side of the room was a promising sight.

'Right, you go get some logs,' I instructed my slave as he was helping me remove my boots, 'whilst I pack the groceries away.'  I went into the little kitchen with its rustic cabinets lined with white and red check vinyl and watched him chop some logs in the back yard to make some kindling. I would have loved for it to be summer and for him to be doing this job half naked, sweat running down his torso and back, but we were in the middle of winter and it was no use longing for what you could not have.

I packed the percolator with ground coffee and put it on the fire. Soon it was bubbling away, filling the top part with aromatic coffee.

'I started the fire - lucky the wood hadn't been wet,' slave commented. I passed him an enamelled mug of hot coffee whilst I added a heaped spoonful of sugar and lots of milk in mine.  We had brought some pies with us and I put them on top of the stove to warm them up. Slave pulled two cushions off the sofa and set them close to the stove. Normally I don't like sitting on floors (I'd rather sit on slaves) but today I made an exception. He supported my back with his body and closed his arms around me in a loving embrace.

'This is nice,' I purred. 'A whole two days to ourselves!'
'Mmm, two days of uninterrupted play!' he agreed.
'I have so many plans for you, my dear,' I smiled.
'Do I get to hear them?'
'Pass me a pie first. A hungry Mistress is a useless Mistress.'

I ate in silence, deep in my thoughts. My brain was full of practicalities, like where to find some clean bedsheets, warm them up (maybe there was an iron in the cottage?) get the bed made, heat water for the shower... His brain was full of D/s images; I could tell by the way his fingers were massaging the fleshy bits on my sides and by something hard rubbing against my back.

'Why are you not eating your pie?' I asked.
'I'll eat it in a while,' he replied.
'Too late! I am having it!' I laughed and grabbed it from the top of the stove. He sighed, but I knew he loved the idea of Mistress eating up all the food whilst he starved.
'Is it nice, Mistress?' he enquired.
'Mmm, yes, it's lovely, better than mine. I don't know why your food always tastes better than mine. Lucky you don't need much food to survive. I think these crumbs are enough for you,' I said between mouthfuls and dusted the crumbs onto the floor.
'Thank you, Mistress,' he said with a smile and bent down to lick the crumbs off the floor.
'Who needs a hoover when one has a good slave like you, eh?' I joked.

We went upstairs and he showed me where the linen was kept and got the ironing board out for me then stood aside and watched whilst I got to grips with the controls of the iron.

'What! Aren't you even going to offer to do the ironing? What a lazy slave you are!' I chided him.
'But, Mistress, you women are much better at everything,' he responded cheekily.
'I'll show you what we are best at, you nasty little so and so!'

I pulled his pullover up together with his blouse and T-shirt and turned everything over behind his head so that his clothes were still trapped around his shoulders. I scratched his hairy torso with my fingernails and pinched his nipples causing his knees to buckle. I unzipped his jeans and pulled them to his knees together with his long johns. His penis stood to attention.

'Ah you impertinent boy! How dare you threaten your Mistress with a weapon like this?' I slapped his cock and he smiled with satisfaction. 'This won't do. This won't do at all,' I mumbled as I looked through my toy bag and pulled out a studded leather parachute. I fastened it around the base of his cock and brought the chains with the nipple clamps to his chest. 'Brace yourself, this is going to hurt,' I warned him. He took a sharp breath as the claws of the clamp shut around his left nipple. The process was repeated with his right nipple. The chain was short so he was slouching a bit to ease the pressure. But I was not having any of this.

'Straighten your back! Put your arms up and touch the sides of the doorway,' I ordered him.  He complied and winced as both his nipples and genitals experienced the pull. I smiled and turned the iron on. The bedsheets just needed a bit of warming up to take the damp away. I kept an eye on him whilst I ironed, and tut-tutted each time he slacked and slouched. 'I don't care if you get pins and needles,' I said softly, 'you are going to stay in that position till I say you can move. You have to learn to listen to your Mistress, otherwise she will be very displeased and you'll find yourself sleeping in the store room instead of in her arms.'

I made the bed and then ordered him to present himself naked to me. He pulled his clothes off and set them neatly on a wicker chair whilst returning the torture implements on the dresser. 'You are a good slave,' I said as he was kneeling on the floor with his face pressed against my socks inhaling the intoxicating aroma of sweat, rubber and dust that they gave off. I made him lie in the bed then wrapped the duvet tightly around him before lying on top of him, thus imprisoning him completely. He moaned with pleasure.

'Do you like being squashed?' I asked him.
'Oh, yes, Mistress! oh yes!' he panted.
'Is it nice and safe in there?' He just groaned. 'You'd better not be masturbating under the bedsheets,' I warned him, 'or you'll be sleeping on the wet spot.'
'Too late!' came a breathless response.
'Bad boy!' I scolded him, 'bad, bad boy!'

Of course he knew that a punishment would ensue. But this punishment would be all to my benefit: a very long massage after which I would take a nap whilst he got on with preparing dinner. Well, he had had his fun, now it was time for me to have mine!