A refuge in the snowstorm becomes an adventure of bondage and submission.

You’re standing there naked blindfolded and tied to the ceiling, a roaring fire on one side and a mirror showing off your feminine body on the other.  There’s someone in front of you. You’re not sure who it is.

It all began with us driving along a mountain road in the middle of winter on our way to a party admiring the mighty pine forest covered with white. Unknown to us, a blizzard has moved in, and driving soon becomes difficult in the blinding snow as the howling winds buffet the sides of the vehicle. I look for a safe place to pull over and find a scenic outlook off to the side of the road with a couple of parking spots.

I pull over safely and turn off the car. With the heater off, it will soon get bitterly cold. I volunteer to go out and look for shelter. Just down the slope of the mountain, there looks to be an old A-frame cottage. It’s barely visible from this angle, but it’s our best bet. 

I come back to get you. 

The slope is steep and barely manageable in the deep snow, but it’s not far. At one point you trip and tumble down the hill. Your coat isn’t fastened properly and even though you’re not injured, your dress is soaked. 

I help you up and brush you off. You take my hand again as we reach the front of the cottage. There are no lights inside. I knock but there’s no answer. It’s an old type of doorknob and takes a bit of pressure to turn, but it’s not locked. 

Inside, the place is clean but small, old school, and simple. It has that musty, rustic cottage smell which is oddly relaxing. 

The front of the A-frame is almost entirely built of windows and the daylight reflects off the flying snow. It’s probably a wonderful view but there’s not much to see right now but bright white, winter chaos. 

The fireplace surprisingly is all ready to be used. Paper, kindling, and wood, in perfect layers stare back at us. We wonder who owns this place and where they’ve gone to,  but it’s time for survival now so I light the fire and fill snow into the old-fashioned kettle that hangs on top of it. 

“At least we can warm up,” I say. 

You shiver and try to cover up with your coat but your wet dress makes it impossible.

“We’re going to have to dry that”, I say then adding seductively. “Take it off Gorgeous!”

Your coat goes first, then I help you unhook your dress at the back and take it off you. To my surprise, you’re wearing a totally sheer black sexy bra and thong. 

“Woah,” I say.  “You look fucking hot.”

“I’ll be glad when I feel hot,” you say, “Or at least a little warmer.”

“Here, warm up next to me,” I say. 

Your back is now to the fire and the air has become surprisingly warm already. The front of you, pressed up against me is cooler in comparison, but getting warmer every moment. My hand comes up and massages your breast against the thin material. My mouth is on yours. The kisses are slow and sexy. 

The heat of the fire, the huge windows, and the smell of the fire combine with my touch and my mouth to make you very horny. For a moment you wonder if someone may be hiding somewhere and watching us, but there aren’t very many hiding places. 

Suddenly your eyes catch something hanging from the ceiling. I sense your concern as you look over my shoulder and turn around.

“What’s that?” you ask. 

“Oh, it looks like a bungee cord”.

 I examine it. That’s exactly what it is. It’s been slung over one of the ceiling beams with the two strong plastic hooks on either side dangling down just over our heads. 

I turn and look at you in your sexy lingerie, your gorgeous breasts seeming to defy gravity as their weight strains at the light fabric. I suddenly have an idea. 

“Let’s add something special to our fun,” I suggest. I notice a cloth belt on the table, it looks like it’s from a bathrobe. 

You notice my mood and tone change. The dominant part of me is taking over. I have ideas and I plan to put them into action. Your only role is to follow my instructions.

“Come here,” I say. “Put your wrists together and hold them out.”

You do as you’re told and I wrap the soft belt around your wrists. I then position you on the floor directly beneath the bungee cords and get you to raise your arms. I slide the plastic hooks from the bungee cords underneath the belt. You feel suspended from the ceiling although your feet are still on the floor. It’s actually more comfortable than you expect with the bungee cord providing the support to keep your hands up. 

“Mmmmm you’re in my power NOW.” you hear me say.  And you are. There’s nothing you can do. 

My lips are back on yours and you find yourself even hornier than before. You look to the opposite wall from the fireplace and notice yourself in the mirror. I slide up your sexy bra and your breasts spill out of them, then I pull down your sexy panties and give you a smack on the ass that fills the room with it’s sound. 

We both watch ourselves in the mirror as I come up behind you grabbing your breast with one hand and sliding my other hand between your legs. Pressed up against your back you hear me say,

“The car ride was driving me crazy. All I’ve wanted to do today is enjoy your naked body and please you in the most intimate of ways. Just like we’re doing right now.”

I’m interrupted by a sound. It’s the kettle over the fire. I grab it with the poker and put it on the thick straw mat next to the stone hearth.  There are two clean tin cups next to it. 

You watch as a new smile creeps onto my face. You can tell I have an idea. 

“I have to go out for a second,” I say. “I won’t be long. All I can say is that you’re in trouble now”. 

I walk up behind you again and untie my tie, using it as a blindfold on you. You can hear my footsteps on the creaking wood as I walk out the door and close it behind me. 

As you stand there, now blind and helpless and totally naked, you take in the smell from the fire and notice you’re not cold anymore. The cottage has definitely heated up although you can still feel a cool break towards the windows. Your nipples are hard as a rock, and the smell of the fireplace and the cottage is relaxing in a way you’ve never experienced before.

Your relaxation is tempered however as you start to think about what would happen if the owners came in right now.  They would see you totally vulnerable naked and helpless. There could also be other visitors. After all, we’d found this place by accident because we couldn’t continue on the road.  Surely someone else may do the same. Even if they aren’t brazen like us and try to come in, they might walk down to see if anyone was here. The first thing they’d do was look in the window. And you hanging naked is exactly what they’d see. 

You wonder why I have been gone so long.  Where could I be and what could I be doing? Minutes go by and you lose track of time. Suddenly you can hear the door slowly creak open and a pair of footsteps come in. They seem different from mine somehow, but you’re not sure – it’s hard to tell in an echoey old cottage. 

“Is that you?” you hear yourself say. “I was worried you weren’t coming back.”

There’s no response, but the footsteps come closer.  Slowly as if someone were admiring the scene in front of them. The footsteps are beside you now as they stop. Then another sound. It’s one of the cups being filled from the kettle. 

The clink of the tin cups can be heard and then more footsteps as they move in front of you. Finally a third sound. It’s too light for a chair, probably a small footstool being moved. In front of your naked body. Someone wants a front-row seat right between your legs. 

You feel two hands run up the back of your thighs and a hand smack your ass again. Then the hands motion your legs to open up even wider. You do so without hesitation. 

A feeling of bracing cold hits your pussy. It’s one of the tin cups and it must be filled with snow. Then a different feeling – a wonderful swirling tongue, but it’s also been dipped in snow. Blindfolded, your other senses are now razor-sharp. You take a sharp breath in.  The cold is surprisingly invigorating on your clit and the specific way my tongue moves reassures you that it’s me reveling in your juices. 

There’s a pause in my work as you hear the tin cup once again. This time as my tongue presses against you it’s hot – yes it’s the water from the kettle. Any cold you were experiencing before melts completely away as you feel your whole body relax and then press against my mouth. 

But there’s more in store for you. You feel my fingers caress your mound and penetrate your pussy before beginning to stimulate your G spot. 

“I love the way you feel on my hand Gorgeous,” I say. “And I know exactly where to touch you to get your attention. This will be the first orgasm I give you hanging from the ceiling.”

You’re totally aroused now as you picture yourself hanging in the room naked and at my mercy. The g-spot is just what you needed to begin to send you over the edge. You wonder if I’m going to let you cum.  I keep going so you decide to let loose, gripping my fingers with your pussy  as I caress your thumb with my clit. I feel the wetness trickle down my wrists and body convulse with the first orgasm. But this will not be the last.

“By the time I’m done with you today, “ I growl. “You’ll never want anyone else. You’ll be mine – totally and completely.”

I decide to cool you down by giving you my tongue mixed with snow. It snaps you out of your dopey post-orgasmic haze. I kiss you and massage your breasts, then kiss your neck. I want to keep you guessing. I walk around you slowly – and when you least expect it smack your ass. The sting keeps your senses alert and your nipples taught. Between moments of quiet, you feel cold and hot against your pussy as I keep you guessing as to where my tongue has been. When you’re ready I slide my fingers in again. This time I massage one breast while kissing the other.

I know exactly what to do with my fingers to make you cum. This time you gush and hear the sound of your wetness hit the floor.  I immediately take my wet fingers and slide them into your mouth.

“Mmm taste your own desire for me Gorgeous,” you hear me say. “I love that I can coax this out of you. Your body is a slave to my fingers. I can make you cum as many times as I want.” 

You realize this is true. Two of the biggest orgasms you’ve ever had and you’re exhausted. Your pussy is dripping and open. Your body strains against the bungee cord. 

“Do you want me to let you down?” I ask.

“Yes sir, please sir.”

“You realize we’re not done YET. MY pleasure is about to begin.”

Before I unhook you from the cords you hear another sound, it’s me moving a well stuffed but short-backed lounge chair near the fire. 

I unhook you and untie the belt around your wrists, but I don’t let you go. Instead, I wrap your arms behind you and tie your wrists with the bungee cord. 

I position you bent over the back of the chair, your breasts hanging downwards on the other side. The fire feels warm against your ass. You’re still wearing your blindfold. 

You hear my command. “Open your mouth Gorgeous” and you do so. You feel your mouth being filled with cotton. It’s the belt of the bathrobe and I have it around and inside your mouth while gripping on to the ends behind you.

Then you hear my voice in your ear.

“You’re more than warmed up now,” I say, caressing your hair gently and kissing your face.  “I’m going to ride you hard and put you away wet. Are you ready for that?

A muffled sound comes from your mouth.

I give your ass a spank.  ‘I didn’t hear you!”

You shout “Yes sir” in a loud but unintelligible fashion.

I can see you wiggling your ass and can tell that you want me deep inside you. You’re exhausted from your orgasms, but you want more. There’s no rush to do anything else. Time is standing still in this place, seemingly separate from the rest of the world.

I mount you slowly and wiggle my hips in different directions as I revel in the first few strokes and massage spots I’ll inside you that rarely get attention. You can’t recall me ever being so hard. 

“Ohh fuck Gorgeous, you feel amazing,” I say. ‘OMG mmm I want to be so deeep inside you.”

And go deep I do, as you feel my balls press up against your clit. I’m in so completely and filling you up as I get into a consistent rhythm. 

“Mmmm I’m looking in the mirror right now babe and you’re the most gorgeous bit of pornography I’ve ever seen.”

I slide off the blindfold so that you can see yourself. There you are bent over the chair your breasts bouncing to the thrusts, your mouth around the soft cloth belt acting as a gag and reigns as I control you totally and completely.

The total animal passion you see in my face and in my voice as I praise you for your good deeds today brings another wave to the surface. I feel you getting close and begin to thrust harder and faster and spank your ass with my right hand, controlling you with my left.

“Giddyup Gorgeous,” I say. “Let me ride you hard all the way home.” 

The spanking and thrusting and previous orgasm has left your pussy aching but pushing for more, and you get it –  wave after thundering wave as the orgasms roll. The sight of you being completely in control allows you total surrender to the feeling as you feel my balls bouncing against you.  You’re not sure if it’s seconds or minutes or hours, but waves finally subside and you beg me to stop. 

I pull out of your pussy but I don’t stop. I still have to climax.  With you still bent over the chair, I switch sides and climb on the seat.

“You’ve got me so turned on Gorgeous,” I say. “Finish me off with that gorgeous mouth of yours.” 

You wrap your lips around my member, tasting both of us as I pump furiously in your mouth. 

“Oh yes suck it Gorgeous. Hard. That’s right”  I say as I caress your hair. “Oh my God here I come.”

I grab your hair and your chin keeping them where I need them and take the last few swift strokes before I begin to shoot. Again, and again, and again. You’ve been building me up all day and now we both get to enjoy the reward. The heat against your tongue reminds you of the heat of the fireplace behind you – symbolizing how much I desire you and how much your surrender allows me to surrender too.”

“Oh my God I’ve never cum like that before,” you hear me say. You can’t answer because your mouth is full. I keep your head trapped on my cock for the moment as I revel in the sensation, then you feel me caress your hair and pull out. 

There’s too much of me in you and it dribbles down your chin as I step off the chair. You look up and realize you’re a gooey and sexy mess, and so am I. 

I lean over immediately to kiss you, and tell you how wonderful you’ve been playing along to my idea.  Then I reflexively glance towards the window.  There in front of us, is a handsome couple standing in the snow, faces pressed against the glass, mouths open in astonishment at the exhibition they’ve just seen.