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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters in ual situations are 18 years or older.
The series starts as nonconsent/reluctance. A goes off the grid for vacation. She seeks shelter from a storm at what is assumed to be a seldomly used cabin but is caught when the owner shows up unexpectedly. The years of suppressing her submissive tendencies bubble to the surface as she is forced to accept punishment for trespassing and settling the tab for staying in the cabin.
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Payments 1 and 2 Due
Acceptable currency: Slut’s Ass
The lingering soreness in my shoulder and arms from yesterday’s capture faded as I worked through the chores. I’d even managed to remember to keep the riding crop with me. Unfortunately, I couldn’t say the same about keeping my legs spread.
My pussy and inner thighs throbbed and were bright pink after the fourth reminder that my mistress was to have access to my body whenever she wanted. I’d be up to twentyfive strokes if I forgot again. The punishment was evenly spread between each thigh and my cunt, leaving me wet and achy without causing high levels of pain.
Anyone else would probably have learned by now, but not me. Maybe it was because the feeling of the crop against my skin turned me on to a level I’ve never experienced. Each stroke took my desire to be thoroughly fucked, up a notch or ten. I couldn’t remember a time I’d been this horny, craving the sting and the promise of what may come as a reward later. The stinging between my legs should have prevented me from forgetting, but it seemed to have the opposite effect. I wanted to be fucked hard until I was screaming out in relief.
Bad sluts weren’t allowed to cum, and I wondered how I could balance out the infractions and still excel at pleasing my mistress so she would credit my account to the point of relief. Maybe accepting the punishments without complaint would make a bigger dent in what was owed. With any luck, she’d take pity on me and allow me to cum again. I shuddered at the intensity of my morning orgasm.
I would do just about anything to feel that same sensation rushing through my body, catapulted to the stars. I savored the morning orgasm to the point that my cunt was almost dripping as I walked back and forth from the wood stack to the fireplace.
Without clothes to buffer my skin from the logs, I could only manage to carry one or two at a time. While not overly taxing, my feet were starting to ache. I tried to distract myself from my tender feet and imagined my mistress on the floor in front of the hearth. It would be toasty when the cooler air blew in this evening. I pictured flicking my tongue over her nipples until they were rock hard. Sucking her soft flesh as I filled my mouth with her breast. The heat of the fire would tease my wet folds as I kissed and licked my way down her torso to her delicious pussy.
As I imagined my mistress cumming on my face, I rubbed my things together. Maybe she would take pity on me after I gave her another explosive orgasm and fuck my cunt. I wondered if it would be as intense as this morning or if the only way to experience the complete overwhelming bliss would be after hours of edging.
I shook my head to clear the lustful thoughts and headed back outside. My feet were tender after pacing between hard wood, grass, and pebbles to move the wood from outside and stack by the fireplace. The grass felt cool and soft as I made my way back to the porch after securing the tarp over the wood stack. I slid my feet over the cool grass, trying to hide my discomfort.
“Problem baby slut?” Mistress asked from her chair, where she’d overseen my work.
“No, mistress,” I replied, gritting my teeth as the pinprick of needles attacked the soles of my feet as I took the few steps back up to the porch.
“Sit.” She pointed down a spot in front of her.
Being naked for almost twentyfour hours was almost comfortable. I barely thought about it as I lowered myself to the floor.
“Legs.” She flipped two fingers up.
My face and chest burned as I laid back, lacing my fingers behind my head and lifting my feet. Mistress cupped her palms around my heals, raising my legs higher. She ran a thumb lightly over the tender skin.
“Sore?” she asked.
I wanted to say no, but I knew the look on my face would give me away. “A little, mistress.”
The flame of heat in my chest grew as she swung my legs wide. I felt every inch of the slut she wanted me to be, laying on my back with my hands laced behind my head, my slick cunt on full display. She lowered my heels onto the arms of the chair keeping my legs open wide.
The cool air touched my moist center. I moaned, bucking my hips up eager to get something pushed hard inside me. I bit my lower lip fighting the urge to beg for release.
“Stay,” she ordered with a giggle. She lifted my left foot to step under it before setting it back on the chair leaving me spread open.
The temperature in my body grew as the flames of humiliation licked up my torso. How had I allowed myself to be left naked with my legs splayed waiting for a stranger to do whatever she wanted to my body. I was so incredibly wet and horny. All the thoughts of being controlled and punished ran through my mind. Each memory driving my lust higher. My pussy muscles clenched in anticipation.
The door opened and she lifted my leg and slid back into the chair. She placed two cups on the table to her left before opening a white tube. It seemed that none of the containers had labels. Even the lubes in the bedroom were only differentiated by the color of the lids.
She rubbed the gel between her hands before picking up my right foot. The cool liquid eased the burning sensation. After she spread the gel over the sole of my foot, she worked her fingers to the top. Her fingers pressed between the little bones on the top, moving up bit by bit. Rotating my ankle and massaging my calf muscle.
Afraid that she would stop, I suppressed a sigh. My muscles flexed under the pressure. She worked quietly and I felt myself relaxing, enjoying the soft attention. I closed my eyes when she started to work on the other foot. This was a far cry from the cold harsh
I was almost half asleep when she tugged my left foot.
“We should talk about your first payment baby slut.”
The sleepiness that floated over me was instantly gone. I swallowed repeatedly, dreading this conversation. Time had run out and I could stall no longer.
“Yes, mistress.” I licked my lips distracted by her massaging my calf.
Her gaze never wavered. She was waiting on me. I was to offer up payment now or never, right? “I would like to make my first payment, mistress.”
“Excellent,” she grinned. The smile made her eyes sparkle. “And how much would you like to pay?”
Looking to impress her with my first payment, I said, “I thought I would start with sixtytwo, mistress.”
“Ambitious for a first payment. Are you sure?”
“Yes, mistress. I’m sure.” Even though deep inside I wasn’t so sure. My stomach tightened at the upcoming payment.
She placed my left heal on the arm of the chair. “Ok. Up and over.” She waved a hand over her legs.
With less grace than I wanted, I thrust my hips up and pushed backwards. My pussy spread obscenely wide as I moved to stand in front of her. My hands trembled slightly as I bent over her knees.
“Payment in lieu of money will be one strike per dollar. The payment will always be a bare handed spanking. Since the payment is over fifty, I’ll need to change hands. Halfway through the payment, you will turn around so I can use my other hand to finish collecting the payment.”
“Yes, mistress.” The heat between my legs increased. A hand spanking always made me hot.
Just when I thought my mistress couldn’t humiliate me anymore, she found a way. “You will count your payment out with one dollar for each strike.”
My face was on fire, and I had to brace my fingertips on the porch to keep them from shaking.
“Ready baby slut?”
“Yes, mistress. I’m ready to make my first payment.” I replied, calmer than I felt as the first smack hit my ass. “One dollar, mistress.” My response made me feel like a worthless slut more than the pain inflicted on my ass.
“Two dollars, mistress.” The lump in my throat was hard to swallow past, but I’d made an agreement, and I was damn well going to see it through the end.
Mistress alternated the pattern and harshness each spank. I couldn’t tell if each dollar collected would be hard or soft or alternating cheeks. With any luck, my mistress wouldn’t make me sit for a couple of hours. I wasn’t sure I could handle that after sixtytwo strokes.
“Sixteen dollars mistress.” My voice was strong, and I hoped she couldn’t tell I was on the verge of crying. Strangely, I wanted her to be proud that I was an honorable baby slut.
“Your ass is lovely. Quite lovely when it’s pink baby slut.”
My cunt clenched at her praise. “Thank you, mistress. Seventeen dollars, mistress.”
Each dollar collected made my face redder at the thought of me being spanked like a child. I wondered if I would be permanently blushing after this installment was paid.
“Eighteen dollars, mis nineteen dollars mistress,” I rapidly counted trying to keep up with the everchanging tempo.
She rubbed her hand over my burning ass. I suspected she was trying to balance the force of the spanking with the amount to be given.
“Ugh,” I cried out lurching forward at the hardest smack so far. “Twenty dollars mistress.”
I curled my fingertips into the wood. My cunt drenched as I fought the urge to rub against her leg.
As I counted out each dollar paid, the humiliation grew. I knew it was going to be worse when I had to switch sides. There was no way there wasn’t a wet spot on her pants. I was damn near panting from the pain and pleasure as I called out, “Thirtyone dollars, mistress.”
“You’re doing very well baby slut.” She rubbed my ass as if to take ease the pain. “Switch.”
“Yes, mistress.” I wondered if there was a way I could turn around without getting up off her leg. I didn’t want her to know how turned on I was.
Her laugh heightened my embarrassment when I stood up. I tried not to look, but I couldn’t resist. My excitement was soaking into the tan fabric covering her legs.
“My oh my. Does slut likes paying what she owes?”
The blush that covered my face spread across my chest down to my tits. She raised an eyebrow waiting for my answer.
“Yes, mistress. I do enjoy being debt free,” my voice wavered. “Mistress.”
She laughed as she waved me to bend over. I felt so small and pathetic. And hot and horny.
The next three spanks came in rapid success as I quickly called out, “Thirtytwo dollars. Thirtythree dollars, thirtyfour dollars.”
She paused again to softly rub my burning ass. She took so long just rubbing my skin, I thought maybe she was going to forgive the last twentyeight dollars.
“OW!” I shrieked, arching back as she hit the tender part of my right ass cheek that met my thigh with all the force she could muster.
A second smack came just as hard on the left side.
My legs kicked out straight. I pressed my hands flat on the porch as I screamed out. The tears I’d been fighting to hold back fell freely. I panted, “Forty dollars. Fortyone dollars, mistress.”
I lost track of time as my mistress collected the sixtytwo dollars I’d offered to pay. Through the haze of pain radiating from my ass, my clit throbbed for release. Somehow, I knew this was not as bad as it could have been.
“Baby slut?” Her voice seemed far away, like she was on the far side of a long tunnel.
“Yes mistress,” I whispered through parched lips, eyes red from crying. It might be a couple hours before I could sit, but if my timing was correct, lunch should be the next activity. She preferred to watch my ass as she ate and sitting shouldn’t be on the menu.
“Kneel.” Firm hands guided me gently to my knees as I sniffled. Her fingertips pushed my sweat plastered hair off my face. She placed a soft kiss on my forehead.
If I had had the energy, I would have shouted out with happiness at the tenderness of it.
“Drink,” she said holding out a water bottle. “You did very well, baby slut. I’m impressed that you paid off that much at one time.”
“Thank you, mistress.” I flinched at the soreness in my throat cause from calling out my payment and trying to hold back tears as long as I could.
Her chuckle brought me back to reality. The wet spot I left on her other leg was larger than the one I’d created on her right leg.
I closed my eyes in shame.
“Don’t worry baby slut. I am so glad you enjoy paying your debt though. Most sluts would be begging for a discount by now.”
I focused on the deck as I sipped on the water. I wondered how many trespassers had come before me. Did they hate her when they completed payment or were any of them like her? Hating the humiliation and punishment while also craving it.
“All that work has made me hungry.” As if watching me lug wood back and forth, and spanking me worked up an appetite. “Why don’t you whip up some lunch? I’ll see if still have any cooling gel for that sweet red ass of yours.”
“Yes mistress.” I gritted my teeth against the surge of pain when I stood. It took all my selfcontrol, but I managed to walk inside without limping or rubbing my ass.
***
The silence was unnerving as I nibbled at the salad I threw together. I’m sure it was intentional that my mistress made no sound for most of the meal. The quietness let my mind wander and drove up my anxiety level.
My thoughts drifted to licking her pussy, of her fingers pushing inside me. The cabin seemed hot as I stood at the island trying not to fidget. I closed my eyes forcing myself to focus on anything other than my throbbing pussy.
I wondered what she did for a living. She had a nice car. Was it job related, showing off for clients or maybe inherited? Based on the way she talked and carried herself, I guessed we were of similar age. She was well spoken, and her vocabulary led me to believe she was a businesswoman of some sort. Or maybe rich and boarding school raised. Despite the camping attire of boots and flannel shirts, they seemed more top of the line than a box store version.
“That’s how a slutty ass should look. Bright red. Looks good on you.” I jumped at the sound of my mistress’s voice.
My cunt buzzed with pleasure as my mistress admired her handiwork.
“Thank you, mistress.” Maybe it wasn’t the cabin that was hot, maybe it was my ass and the daydreams or the compliment of how she liked my ass.
“I’m curious trespasser. Where did you come from?”
I froze, fork halfway to my mouth. Up to this point nothing had been very personal. Hell, we didn’t even know each other’s name. I’m sure if I could get into her SUV, I could change that. On the other hand, I’d not brought anything to identify me. Maybe it was silly, but that was the point of going off the grid.
Slowly, I lowered the fork to the plate. Stalling for time.
“I already explained that.”
“No, you haven’t slut.”
The emphasis on my status pointed out that I was treading on thin ice. Was it part of the agreement I had to tell her about myself? I focused on controlling my breathing, forcing down the panic that threatened to choke me.
“I’m on vacation, mistress.”
“With no phone? No ID? No car?”
“Phones don’t work out here so what would be the point? Losing my ID in all this would be silly. And, mistress, as I said yesterday, I like to go off the grid. I was just hiking.”
“Mmmm. There’s not much around here. I don’t recall a brokendown vehicle anywhere and yet you have a car fob.”
It finally dawned on me that at some point, she must have searched my belongings. How else would she know I had no ID on me? I worried my lower lip wondering where she was going with this.
“How far had you hiked before finding my place baby slut?”
I cleared my throat. She knew the answer to this. Was she hoping I would add more details? “Four, maybe five hours. Mistress.”
“And no one knows exactly where you are right now.”
It was a statement. Was she testing the waters on keeping me past our agreement? The room suddenly seemed cold. I laid my hands flat on the counter. The silence drew on past the comfortable point.
“Clean up then start a fire. There are massage oils in the bathroom. Set up a place the living room. After all that attention I paid you, it’s my turn.”
“Yes, mistress,” I replied, pushing the odd conversation from my mind.
The living room was delightfully warm. It felt relaxing as I slid my hands lovingly over my mistress. I wanted to use my lips to kiss and lick her, but I’d only been given permission to touch her with my hands.
The oil warmed on the hearth. It felt good as I worked my hands over her soft skin. I nearly drooled as her muscles rippled under my fingers. The knots in her shoulders melted away. I could feel her relaxing as I worked down her body. Every now and then a soft sigh would fall from her lips. The corner of my lips twitched up. I couldn’t help but be happy at the pleasure I was giving her.
I stretched my fingers and wrists when she flipped over onto her back.
With a soft sigh, she closed her eyes. I worked on her pecs, kneading the muscles. Her lips parted in satisfaction as I fantasized about kissing her lips, feeling her tongue spar with mine. She’d not kissed me up to this point.
She’d fucked my cunt, plugged my ass, and face fucked me, but she’d not kissed me. And why would she? We weren’t lovers. I was just a trespassing slut paying my dues. And yet, the thought made me sad. I wanted to know what it was like.
The tip of her tongue ran between her lips, and I wanted nothing more than to break the rules and kiss her. Instead, I rubbed oil between my palms and slid lower, palming her breasts.
Her long nipples tightened in response. I pressed my fingers around the soft flesh. A moan almost encouraged me to lick one, to suck it between my teeth and draw out a groan.
Her back arched up slightly, encouraging me to squeeze her tits, pinching the nipples lightly.
“No slut,” she growled as if she knew my thoughts.
I held back a whimper at being denied the pleasure of sucking her breast. To pull them deep into my mouth and flick my tongue over one nipple and the other. I wanted to feel them grow and harden. I didn’t understand why I felt so driven to provide her with pleasure, but every sigh and every groan made me ache with the need to bring her to one crashing orgasm after another.
As she lay there, eyes closed, I pressed my fingers into the hard muscles of her thighs. Did she workout or were the firm muscles the result of manual labor?
I moved to the other leg, wondering what it would feel like to have them wrapped around my waist as we fucked. When I pressed my thumbs into the joints where her thighs and pussy met, her hips rose slightly. I looked up, her eyes half hooded, moist red lips parted.
A warm sweet fragrance leaked between her legs, and I wanted to taste her.
“Finish,” she whispered as she squeezed her tits, pinching her nipples.
I smiled at the command and slid between her legs before she could change her mind. I flattened my tongue against her pussy, drawing it from bottom to top. Her lips swelled as I dipped the tip of my tongue between her labia.
She gasped as I slowly licked, not wanting to relinquish this power over her too quickly. This was the only time I was in control. The only time I decided how fast or slow she’d cum.
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