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They were riding back now, the long weekend over and all the nervous anticipation of their first weekend together long gone. She mused that it seemed like a lifetime ago that they had traversed the single lane road going west and then upon that muse, she mused again that such a thought was cliché. Life can change in the fraction of a second with one simple decision and the gulf that lies between before and after can seem like years even if it is only a single heartbeat.

"This is a nice overlook, I'll get the pictures here." He says from the driver's seat. She looks over at him, no longer curious as to what motivates him as she once was. Yes, she is still interested in what motivates him just like any unknown. Is it power? Is it some simple mania? Is it a need to batter down the defenses of every lover, to release what he perceives is a butterfly within their chrysalis, she does not know. Intellectually she would like to know but she no longer is curious because, quite simply, she is satisfied. Whatever the motivation is, it has brought him to that place and hones his methods and so she now sits looking at him, finally able to relax around him and probably any man she might meet from now on.

"I think that works. I'll go for a walk if you don't mind."

He smiles. "It's fine. Enjoy, I won't be too long." He pulls the car over and into a parking lot, not too far from where another car sits but not too near either.  He unbuckles, squeezes her hand and grabs his camera from the back seat. She slides out of her side of the SUV and closes the door. A black woman is near the edge of the overlook and sees them. The woman smiles and Kate smiles back. She turns to see what he does and notices he is taking pictures and carrying on a conversation with the black woman. She is saying how cold she is and how beautiful the scenery, he counters with telling her how to keep warm, to wear layers, and the kind of clothes that could keep her warm. They are clothes that a man like him would find her attractive in but he never says thats explicitly. The black woman nods and smiles in a genuine display of appreciation. He may never see the woman again but he has forever changed her life. That quickly and he has her under his sway. Kate smiles. It took him no longer than that for him to conquer her but it took her a while to realize she had been conquered. Looking down at herself she was wearing clothes she had not owned three days ago. They were clothes a man like him would find attractive.

Moving up into woods a little, the drone of their conversation ends but Kate is in her only little world, not alone of course never alone anymore. He is there, in her head, always speaking. From the clothes, to the bruises to the bite marks he is there always the giver of pain and pleasure. He is there in every smile and in the warm sensation of satisfaction she feels in her sex. The woman she was three days would have been amazed at the transformation but now, having been transformed, it all made a great deal of sense.  Behind her she hears the click of a camera. Smiling, Kate turns around and sees him. He has taken a picture of her.

"For posterity." He says. Half smiling and half sinister he rests the camera in one hand as he twirls a cord in another. She feels warm excitement start to build and her body relaxes, ready for whatever he has planned. They are alone on the overlook now and he could do anything he wanted with her or to her. Her mind basking in the moment, her thoughts drifted back to how she got here...

A Thursday In Winter

They were riding in his SUV and she was more than a little nervous. He was the fifth man, not counting her father, who had attempted to conquer her. That is how she saw the world of BDSM and her won participation in it. The Dom conquers and the sub is conquered. `Her father had tried that and she had, barely, managed to avoid it. His advances had not been sexual, not openly but she had always thought that the tight control he imposed on her life and the feelings of guilt over her rarely writing while at college were in themselves more the actions of a man wanting to control a woman than the over protectiveness and loneliness of a father. The four other men who had tried the explicit route since had lost interest in her. Kate was too independent for them or at least that is what they had said.

The problem was that Kate was too smart; she could out think those other men and get around their attempted control and overt restrictions. None had been bad men or losers but none had ever swept her emotionally from her feet. She felt like a latter day Vercingetorix always in search of a Caesar who could drag her to Rome in chains. Would this man be the one? She didn't know.

They drove in cold silence with only the occasional banter and talk to alleviate it. Kate hated silence and had wanted to just go to sleep during the drive but he had kept the car cold, saying he preferred it that way. He was the driver and it was his SUV but the cold kept her from getting any sleep and kept her shifting from place to place in the seat.  The seatbelt made this even worse as it was very tight and restrictive. She could not move very far.  Kate wished for the hundredth time that she had worn something a little warmer and had not drunk so much coffee from their first stop. Now she had to pee.

"Can we stop at the next station." she asked and he looked over at her. "Next station is thirty miles, Kate." She cringed, she would never make thirty miles.

She shrugged. "Ok, rest stop then."

He laughed. "Kate, no more rest stops before that or after. The gas station and diner are next to the turn off to the cabin. Why didn't you tell me you had to go twenty miles ago when we passed through that town?" His voice was too calm without a trace of recrimination and Kate wanted to shout back at him.

Instead she let out her breath. "I did not have to go badly then. You could have mentioned it when we were there."

He nodded. "True but I sent you the maps with all the stops in that email." This made her even more angry because she could not argue his point. He had sent her an email, recommending a few items of clothing to wear up to the cabin.  She had promptly ignored the rest of the email because she was sure there were more 'instructions' in it.  He had trapped her rather neatly in her own arrogance for Kate had boasted that she was always prepared for a trip.

As she contemplated this, he pulled off the road on what looked like a small turn around.

"Go ahead here, its the closest spot hidden from the main road."

Kate blinked. "You're not serious? Pee outside? Hell no! That's bullshit!" Who the hell did he think he was?

He shrugged and again spoke in that calm voice. "O.k. Well there are houses off the road, maybe we can stop and ask to borrow their bathroom." The words were barely out of his mouth when Kate felt herself stiffen. He knew perfectly well that not only did she hate asking for help but was morbidly afraid of strangers. Kate was trapped: every second the urine got closer to just spilling out on its own. Reluctantly she unbuckled her seatbelt and opened the door. Turning to him she asked, "Do you have any toilet paper?"

He shook his head but produced the rough paper towels from the gas station coffee area. "Nope but we have these." Kate took the towels in hand and headed for the woods.

An hour later they were at the cabin and Kate breathed a sigh of relief. She could finally sit and rest. Already she had pretty much ruled him out as the one. She would go through motions, dress like a whore or suck his cock "on command" but his behavior on the trip had been atrocious. How dare he make her pee in the woods?! While he grabbed their bags out of the SUV she walked up on the porch and looked around.

"It has heat?" She asked as he was pulling out the keys.

"It has a fireplace or stove in every room. " He answered. That made Kate smile. He opened the door and graciously let her walk in first. It was a nice basic cabin, with a large living room, an attached kitchen and what looked like three other rooms. She noted with joy that fire wood had been stacked outside ready to be brought in.  Soon she would be warm and cozy.

He set the bags down and closed the door. "Middle room is the bathroom and off that is a hot tub."

"Nice!" She responded, her legs carrying her that way.

A gentle hand from him intercepted her and motioned her in another direction. "First I want you to see this room."

Kate assumed they were headed for the bedroom for some "Dom time". She began readying her throat to receive his cum and mentally kept the hope of seeing the hot tub soon in her head to help her through it. Instead he opened the door on a room that for a moment made her forget about the hot tub. In here were a number of bondage devices and racks and she found herself for a moment forgetting what a terrible time she was having.  She walked over to one device that held her hands above her head at a tight angle.

"Want to try it out?" He asked. Kate nearly jumped for joy; she loved this particular one and she wondered, somewhat against the little voice telling her to run as far away as she could, if he knew how to use it.

"Sure! Let's see your skills, mister." She felt a genuine moment of elation and part of her was thinking maybe a session or two with this would make up nicely for the drive up and the cock sucking she still expected to have to deliver.

"You have to take off your coat." He said. Without thinking much about the cold, she doffed her coat and handed it to him. He took it out of the room and came back.  Working the machine into place, he lifted first one hand and then the other into position so that it they would be suspended over her head. Kate noticed two extra chains dangling from the device.

"What are those for?" She asked, very curious.

"Oh those are for the nipples. The wheel turns both the ones for hand and nipple. It is a touch I added myself. Want to give it a try?"

Kate barely hesitated. They had already fooled around a time or two so he had seen her naked and she loved feeling a pull on her nipples, something else he knew full well. Before she could really think about it she was nodding her head yes.

Patiently he untied her hands and waited as she slid off her sweater and bra. He took them into the next room and laid them with her coat.  When he came back he re-hooked her hands and then with his thumb and forefingers massaged each nipple until it was erect. She purred a small genuine purr; there was no doubting the man had good hands.  Soon both nipples were also hooked up and he reached behind her and gave the wheel a turn. Her hands were pulled higher and she felt her nipples stretch. She felt a tingling in her sex. He turned the wheel a second time and then a third. Bother her arms and nipples were not on the edge of pain. She was loving it but there was no denying it was cold in here.

"Nice. Very nice, but its getting a might chilly in here." She said finally.

He nodded. "So it is. Let me go get the wood inside." He then left the room and closed the door. She had of course meant for him to take her down as well but clearly he did not get that subtle hint. Her bad mood was coming back and suddenly she was finding no pleasure in the device she was attached to.

Kate listened as he brought in the firewood and then it appeared he was lighting a fire in the living room and in the bedroom. The rattling of pans and clanging of cast iron told her that he had lit the stove as well. When the door opened however, he had no firewood in his arms for this room.

"So how are we doing?"

"Cold." She said acidly, not hiding her disappointment. "I am ready to eat as well."

"Great, I love cooking and the stove is heating up." He sat down on a convenient chair and crossed one leg over the other.  "Do you want me to feed you while you are up there or do you want to come down?"

Kate resisted the urge to yell again. "I can feed myself." She said as calmly as possible.

He nodded. "Yes I know, but that is not what I asked you." His tone, while still calm, had an edge to it.

"I want to come down." She said finally.

He nodded again. "O.k. Do you want to wear the black collar and matching heels or purple collar and matching heels?"

Kate frowned and felt he anger grow. All the fun was leaving the weekend. "I said I want to come down."

He smiled. "I know Kate, and you can. As soon as you make a choice." The edge was more obvious now but he never lost the calm and respectful tone.

Kate however, was now not in the mood. "O.k. Seriously: safe, sane, and consensual. I want down."

"Kate, I am fine with you coming down. Black collar and heels or purple collar and heels. It's a simple question. When you answer it, I will be happy to take you down."

Kate was now a little scared and she admitted a little turned on by the danger she was sensing. It was not enough to override her anger but she had to admit, later, that it had been there none the less.

"Alright dude, spinach time. Play time is over for now." Spinach was the safe word they had agreed on.

He uncrossed his leg and leaned in. "Kate that is for play time. This is not play time. You wanted a demonstration and I gave you one. You wanted to know what it felt like on your nipples and I obliged. Now you want to down. Fine and as soon as you answer my question, you can come down."

Kate bit her lip and pulled at the chains holding her. Part of her would have preferred a blow job request. She hung there for some minutes as he watched her. The entire time Kate wanted to scream at him but she hated losing her cool more than she hated sucking cock. Finally she spoke up.

"If you let me down I'll call you Sir and give you a nice gift." She was sure the bribe would do the trick.

"Gift?" He asked.

She smiled her most seductive smile. "I know men love to have their cocks sucked. I can do that very well."

He frowned. "You would willingly suck my cock?" He asked, unconvinced. He was reaching inside of his pants when she spoke up.

"Sure, Sir. I like having a man blow his load into my mouth." Actually she liked it because most men lay near comatose after they came. So she could leave while they were still high on the orgasm.

Out of his pants he pulled his cell phone and he seemed to be doing something. Finally he spoke up. "Strange here in your post from last March you wrote, 'Yeah I am a queen of sucking dick, but I hate doing it. I am not your little cock sucker!'. Odd, so were you lying then or now?"

Again Kate felt panic creep into her throat and tears of frustration burned her eyes. "I was not lying! I just want down!"

"I know Kate," he said in that frustratingly calm voice, "and you can come down when you answer the question."

She felt the sting of the tears as they reached her eyes and she stomped her feet. "Fine! Purple!" HE stood up and reached down, untying her tennis shoes and removing her socks. He removed her jeans too and Kate gave nary a protest. She was so angry at him and at herself that she felt so helpless. He soon came back with a pair of platform pumps in purple and a color of purple leather. Purple chains inked them together. The chains would certainly hobble her walking. He locked the chains in place and then unhooked her from the device.

"See? Not so bad."
End of Part One