Wholesome Sexy Fun in the Cabin [M/F] [light bondage/denial] [All characters are mature adults (20s)]

[All characters are mature, self-sufficient adults in a positive, healthy, non-abusive relationship.]

[5,000+ words, estimated 20 minutes to read. Romanic build that gets steamy at the end. Light fetish play focussing on restraint.]

*A Night at the Cabin*

Daisy hesitated at the door. She had packed an overnight bag and driven out to the address Duke had provided. A modest cabin house almost hidden from the main road by a line of trees. She ran her hand along her skin tight jeans, tugging on the belt he had offered. Without her phone, it would remain locked. ‘For her own safety and peace of mind,’ he had said. It did give her a sense of control, but that little voice in the back of her mind kept thinking up little fantasies that tempted her to leave it behind. And yet, the thought that he would know she had left it when he looked her up and down with those deep ocean eyes of his…

Pulling her hair back, Diasy felt the other thing strapped down by the belt. Her shirt (also borrowed) had little loops for a belt. Daisy’s eyes closed as she imagined Duke holding her phone, finger hovering over the button that locked her body away, “Well, well, well, what have we here?”

Daisy jumped as she opened her eyes to see the door had opened and Duke was leaned against the frame, his eyes meandering from hers, over her lips, down her short sleeve shirt, pausing on the belt, continuing down her tight pants, up to the daybag she held, and finally back to her reddening face that attempted to hide behind the hair she was nervously combing. That lazy grin was only made more prominent by a deviously playful spark that rekindled all her little fantasies in an instant.

And he just stood there, standing in dark cargo pants and a white t-shirt that let Daisy trace the muscles beneath, gazing until embarrassment drove her to break the silence “Well? M-may I come in?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I was distracted. It would be my pleasure! Here, you can leave your shoes by the door.” He stepped out of the way and began walking about the wooden structure. Daisy entered, removed her shoes, hung her bag on a simple coat rack, and pushed the solid oak door which closed with a dull ‘clunk’.

The floor was as rich with intertwined wood grains as the walls. Heavy, bark covered beams swept overhead. Several small lights lit the kitchen countertops, and a chandelier hung between the kitchen and living room, but the massive brick fireplace was what truly filled the space with dancing red and yellow flames. Duke followed Daisy’s wandering gaze as she circled the log cabin.

“Well, this is my old man’s camp. One day, it might become mine, but he swears he has another hundred years in him before he stops taking down wild game. Not much to it other than what you see. Well, I take that back. There’s a trail you can find that leads to the lake, if you’re willing to hike there, and several old hunting blinds up north. Ah, we did put some actual outlets in here and wired everything up to the generator and battery bank out back, so other than heat or AC, it’s really got almost all the comforts of home.”

As she returned to the grand hearth, Daisy’s bare feet sank deep into a soft fur of a gigantic bearskin rug. She looked up to the ceiling, rising above the rafters, and let her body tumble onto the soft, well worn couch. The scent of the forrest enveloped her, as if she had stepped into the past with only the bare necessities. Duke landed heavily beside her, placing a hand on her calf and slowly sliding it up and down. As she sat up and leaned against him, his heavy masculin smell melded with the wood, leaves, grass, and earthen scents. Daisy curled up against his chest, to which Duke pulled her legs onto his lap and wrapped his arms about her in a bear hug. After the drive up, she was happy simply resting there in his arms for a while.

Eventually, Duke leaned close. “How would you like to be my prisoner?” Daisy blushed at the closeness and leaned her head away, giving his lips full access to her neck. “I promise to be very gentile.” His voice tickled her ear as he put his arm around her waist. Then, he pulled out a length of rope.

“What? Wait! I- I’m not really sure. You mean…. Bondage? B-BDSM stuff?” Daisy’s eyes glanced at the rope, the door, Duke. Yes? No? Really?

“Light bondage, yes. Just an introduction, though, and only if you say ‘yes’. All I will do is tie your arms behind your back. You don’t need to undress or anything.” There was that spark in his eyes again. “If you want, I’ll even feed you some fresh apple pie while you lay on my lap.”

Daisy took some hair in her hands and began brushing it. She imagined laying down, Duke’s hands combing her hair, him feeding her fresh apple pie. “Now that’s just cheating.” She whispered. Her hand reached out and Duke let her take the rope. It felt soft, smooth, almost silky. “It-it won’t…hurt will it?”

“Not at all. If it ever feels too tight, I will loosen it. If you get scared, I promise to untie you.” His placed his hands on her shoulders, sliding them down to hers. He took a loop of rope and wrapped it around both wrists, holding the ends just tight enough to prevent her from pulling free. Her body tingled at the thought of his strong hands tying her up, fantasies running wild. “You did lock that belt of yours, didn’t you?”

“Yes.” She mumbled.

“Then you have nothing to worry about, do you? You can relax and enjoy the feeling. You will be in complete control the entire time.” She saw his grin. That reckless, hungry grin. The one that came before he sprung a trap in a board game. The one that indicated he knew something she didn’t. The one that gave her goosebumps and filled her head with dreams. ‘Now, that’s just cheating,’ she thought as she nodded, pulled her hands from his now relaxed grip, and put them behind her back.

He lifted her arms slightly, so that her hands touched her elbows behind her back. With delicate slowness, he wrapped the cord around her wrists, tying the gentile loops and making a knot. He held the rope in his hand, sliding two cords up, near her shoulder, over and around her upper chest, around to her back, then he pulled the rope under the line coming from her arms, tugging them up slightly. She felt his hands brushing her back as he crossed the ropes in a pattern she couldn’t see. Then he ran his fingers between the rope and her body.

“Do you feel any tension from the ropes anywhere?” She shook her head. He patted her on the head before continuing.

He took the rope around her arm again, lower this time, before wraping it under her breasts. With his hand guiding it, the soft touch sent a shiver up her spine. Even after his hand had left, the rope preserved the sensation. His hand traveled around, back up her other arm, and behind her back.

As he reached her back, she felt him slide the rope around, and under itself. Then, with a gentile, but firm tug, he pulled the rope to the side. Daisy felt herself lean slightly as he pulled the rope over, under and around before tugging back in the other direction. Again, he slid his finger beneath the rope, rekindling his touch against her body.

“Is it still nice and comfortable?” She thought about asking if it was supposed to be loose, but just nodded instead. Duke rewarded her with a slow kiss on her neck.

He pulled the rope between her arm and side, over the lower set of ropes, under the upper ones, and tugged it, slightly lifting up on her breasts momentarily as he traced it back over itself. Then, he took it between her other arm and side, over the lower rope, under the upper one, and, lightly tugging again, pulled it back to where it began. Daisy felt him tug her left and right as he cinched the rope for the final time and finish a knot somewhere behind her.

“There, all done. It doesn’t feel uncomfortable anywhere, does it? No pinching or anything?”

“No? Is-” She hesitated. “Is it supposed to be this loose? I thought…” She trailed off.

“A good tie doesn’t need to be tight to restrict your movement.” He poked her in the side, causing Daisy to giggle and flinch. He poked her again, and she pulled at her arms, trying to protect herself, but the ropes held fast. A moment of panic began to fill her stomach as she pulled harder. Duke stopped, put one hand on her head, the other around her shoulders, and whispered “It’s okay. I won’t hurt you. Just relax.” He stroked her hair and sat with her until the sudden realization of helplessness wore off.

When her breathing and heart had slowed back down to as normal as they would get, considering her current position, he let go and stretched his arms. “I’m going to get the pie. There’s a mirror over there if you’re curious.” He lifted her up and set her next to him before standing up and walking to the kitchen.

Daisy watched him leave, then tugged on the ropes again, more curious this time than afraid. The light pressure they provided didn’t hurt, but they wouldn’t give her any slack either. It was almost, comfortable? She considered that for a moment, trying to think of a good comparison. Like someone gently holding her hand, but refusing to let go?

Giving up on that, she looked toward the mirror. She could feel the ropes across her chest and under her breasts. Her face reddened as she thought about what it must look like. Curiosity won out and she stood up, walking to the mirror.

It was a strange sight, to see the ropes over the shirt she had put on before coming over. They highlighted her breasts, like a frame on a painting. It made them look bigger, fuller, more erotic. She turned her body away slightly, but the ropes followed, highlighting her feminine form from every angle. No matter how she tried to twist, bend, or turn, some outline stood out, demanding that she appreciate her body. It was embarrassing. It was exciting. It was like lingerie, but while fully clothed, and without being able to cover herself with her hands. She looked toward the kitchen. The oven was open, but she couldn’t see Duke. She thought about how she would look to him, and blushed deeper.

Daisy returned to the couch and sat with her knees up. Duke returned shortly with the pie and smiled gleefully. “I’m guessing you looked in the mirror?” Daisy looked at the floor and Duke’s smile widened. He sat next to Daisy and cut a piece of pie with his fork. She watched as he held it up, letting the warm, cinnamon scent fill the air, and he ate it. He looked over at her, took another piece, and ate that one too. Daisy frowned, and he poked her mouth with the handle of the fork.

“What? I can’t feed you in that position now, can I?” Reluctantly, she let her legs sink, allowing him to admire her bound torso, savoring her soft curves framed by his rope. He set the pie to the side and pulled her body across his lap, propping a pillow behind her head. “Now, I want you to look me in the eyes, and say ‘Aaaaaah’.”

Daisy looked up, glanced away, then, turning her head away, glanced up at Duke. “Um, aah?”

“Nuh, uh.” He poked her tummy, causing Daisy to squirm and giggle. “Look at me. Aaaaah.”

She looked up, trying to hold his firm gaze. “Ah?”

“I don’t think you’re trying at all. I let you come over, baked a nice pie for you, let you lay on my lap, and that’s all you can say? Well, if you don’t want any-”

“I do!” Daisy started to sit up, but Duke pressed her back down again, letting the weight of his hand remain on her chest as he lowered his voice, quiet but forceful.

“One more try, then?”

“I. Okay.” Daisy took a deep breath and gazed into Duke’s deep, steady eyes. “Aaaaah!”

Without a word, he brought the fork to her mouth, resting it on her tongue. The filling dripped down as Daisy closed her eyes and mouth, savoring the warm, apple morsel. Duke slowly slid the fork from her ruby lips. “Good girl. I knew you could do it.” He rested a hand on her head and began stroking her hair, slowly transitionning to her neck.

Daisy swallowed and, hesitantly, looked up to see another, larger piece, waiting for her, just too far to reach, next to Duke’s gleeful smile. Forcing herself to look again into his eyes, fighting back a giddy grin, she opened her mouth wide. “Ah. Aaahhh?” He slid the next piece into her mouth, removing the fork with tantalizing slowness.

Piece after piece, he answered her flustered requests for more, until the container was empty. He brought his hand from her neck to hold the dish and slid his finger across the bottom. She watched as he lifted a finger, covered in the last crumbs and juices of the pie, and held it up to her. “Would you like just one last piece?” She nodded, closed her eyes, and opened her mouth.

Duke touched his finger to her tongue. As Daisy drew it in and closed her mouth, he let his finger get pulled in, but didn’t withdraw it. She opened her eyes to see that devious grin again. He wiggled his finger, and pressed down. “Uh, oh. Cat caught your tongue?”

Daisy blushed and started to turn away, but Duke pulled her back with his finger, tugging her head towards him from the inside. She tried to pull her hands up, but the ropes bound them, helplessly, behind her back. He reached his free arm up, around her head, and lay against the same pillow he lent her, encircling her head in the crook of his arm.

He locked his hungry eyes with hers and began to play with her tongue, sliding his fingers down it, gently squeezing it, and pressing it down whenever she tried to say anything.

While Daisy twisted and turned, burning up in Duke’s hot, embarrasing hold, she smiled. She tried to hide it, but he saw immediately and brought his thumb to her lips, slowly sliding it over her tender skin. Daisy giggled.

“Oh? Does that tickle?” He continued to stroke her lips, stealing little squeals and laughs from Daisy. He would slide a finger over her mouth, letting her twist and giggle, then stop, wait for her to begin relaxing, and do it again. All she could do was wait in anticipation for the next contact, while he smiled down at her.

Daisy started to feel uneasy as the giggling caused a second sensation to start to grow. She looked up and, without her tongue at her disposal, nibbled at Duke’s finger. He withdrew it, slowly, and put his hand on her cheek. “Did you need something?”

Flushed with excitement and embarrassment, she whispered. “Um, I, need to use the bathroom.” Duke stood up, lifting Daisy to her feet as well. That ‘I know something you don’t’ grin never wavered as he pointed toward a short hallway with several doors.

“Just down there, on the right.” Daisy followed his directions, and then returned as flushed as before.

“Um, can you, untie me, please?”

“Oh? Was it so comfortable that you forgot you couldn’t use your hands?” Daisy looked at the floor as he undid the restraints, then took her hands in his and lifted them over her head, gently pulling her upward, tugging back and forth, and giving her a light stretch. “There you are, all free.”

Daisy walked to the bathroom, closed the door, and paused for a minute. She looked at her phone, the belt lock icon daring her to do something sneeky. She turned off the screen, and walked back to Duke.

“Um, my phone is out of power! Can, can you undo the belt, and do you have a charger here?” He pointed to a nearby charger, and she connected it to her phone, then he opened the same app she used.

After a minute, he looked up at her. “I think it’s this one. All right, what’s the password?”

She told him, then realized what he had said. ‘I think it’s this one.’ When he unlocked the belt, she nearly ran to the bathroom. With the door closed, she let herself panic quietly. ‘I think it’s this one.’ Her phone was still connected to Wifi. He could see it when he linked to the belt. He knew she had lied. He had to.

He didn’t call her out on her lie. Did he not notice? Was he waiting to see if she put the belt back on? If she left without the belt, what would he do then? What would he do if he knew she had lied? Would he be angry? Would he continue to play with her? Would he punish her? He couldn’t force himself on her without, no, he did know the password. She had told him. Without her phone, she was the one who couldn’t do anything without him.

Daisy looked at the coiled belt. It reminded her of the ropes, but it was much thicker. She remembered being helpless in his arms, as he teased her with the pie and played with her lips. She touched a finger to those sensitive lips as Duke had, and ran her hand over the metal buckle.

If she put the belt on again, she would once again be completely at his mercy. Daisy hesitated, looked at the wall, toward where she knew he was sitting, looked at herself in the mirror, and slowly put the belt back on.

Little gears clicked in sequence as the belt ratcheted closed. Daisy tuged on it, already aware that she couldn’t break its hold on her. She walked back to the couch and sat next to Duke.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered.

“About having to go to the bathroom? No worries.” Then, he leaned closer, his warm lips touching her ear, his breath tickling the sensitive skin. “About lying to me?” Daisy flinched as a large hand slid around her and wrapped around her side. Each of his fingers rested in the space between her ribs. “Naughty, naughty girls must be punished, you know.”

He wiggled his finger and Daisy giggled. His other hand poked at her tummy. She squirmed and started to appologise, but he interrupted her. “Since you went and got yourself locked up, I won’t let you go until you appologise to me.”

Duke put his hand under her chin and turned her face to look at him. He was smiling. That hungry, playful, teasing grin. He raised an eyebrow suggestively and locked eyes with Daisy. “Now then, are you going to appologise for being a bad girl and lying to your master?” He waggled a thumb over the button that locked her body away. She knew what he wanted her to say.

For a moment, she basked in relief. Once the wave passed, Daisy sat up, pushed her face closer, stuck her tongue out at him, and, in the most childish voice she could, said “no.”

Duke tackled her, strong arms wrapping Daisy in a bear hug as she squealed and put up a light hearted attempt at resisting before she felt the world spin, large hands scooping her up and carrying her to a smaller room with several personal decorations and a bed that-

“Heave, Ho!” Daisy shirked as Duke threw her into the air to fall on the blankets. She bounced back up, brushing hair from her eyes as Duke placed one hand in front of her, then the other, crawling onto the bed, slowly stalking closer. Daisy sat up and raised her arms to hold her ground, batting away Duke’s first two grabs, the but third time he caught her arm and pulled her off balance. As she flailed, a muscular hand grasped her ankle. She started to sit up, but he pulled her leg, toppling her again.

“Such pretty unicorn socks, but I think I want your feet more!” Duke ripped off Daisy’s sock and dragged his fingers from toes to heel, causing her to scream and try to pull away. He let her move about a foot before pulling her backward, then placed his other hand around her lower leg, brought his first above it, bit by bit, reeling his prey in as she grabbed several pillows and threw them back in return.

He reached her thigh, her butt, then her lower back, now pressing down instead of grabbing. Bit by bit, he pinned her beneath his hands, then sat on her lower back. Daisy waved her arms in vane, but he had no intention of moving. Two hands slid up her sides, fingers grasping her armpits, “Ready?” He dug in, causing Daisy to writhe and laugh, then he slid his hands into her sleeves, around her chest. He scooted backward and lifted Daisy up.

“Oh, will you look at that. It seems like I can just fit my hands into the sleeves of your armor. I wonder just how much you can reach like that?” Daisy grasped at Duke’s hands as they slid beneath her shirt, unimpeded by her attempts to grab them, dancing across her skin. He wrapped his arms around her, pressing her against his body as he teased and played with her flesh.

“Ready to turn up the heat a little?” Duke slid his hands under Daisy’s bra and around her breasts, giving them a firm squeeze. She hummed at the touch and wrapped her arms around her body as he started to massage her, working his way under and to the sides before cupping them in his grasp and sliding his thumbs next to her nipples. He moved in soft, slow, light circles that caused her to moan and reach to touch her own body.

Her hands were stopped. Her jeanes were too thick to properly pleasure through, and the way the belt held onto her shirt, she couldn’t reach under it. Daisy let out a faint growl as Duke continued his tauntingly slow circles. “Ohh, harder please.”

“What was that? I can’t seem to hear you~.” His lips touched her neck, but that’s all that changed. His thumbs continued to gently circle her nipples in that maddeningly slow, rhythmic pace. She grasped at her own breasts, but her shirt, bra, and Duke’s hands firmly prevented her from reaching them. She moaned with agravation, wanting more.

“Please, rub harder. I want, I want you to rub Harder!”

“That doesn’t sound like ‘master, I lied to you, please forgive me’, I think I must be hearing things.” Daisy growled again, and Duke reversed direction. “I’ll make a deal with you. Beg, ‘master, master, master, I want you’ and I’ll give you more.”

Daisy pondered the deal for only a moment. “M- Master, master master, I- Ahhh!?-” Duke suddenly squeezed her breasts, hard, and pressed down as he rubbed his thumbs over her sensitive skin, then he returned to the circling. She basked in the sensation until the need crept back. “Master, master, master, I w-aHAAhh.” Again, Duke’s hands clenched Daisy’s body, digging a moan of pleasure from it, but as before, the short moment only made her even thirstier. “Master, master, master, I wannnnnHHRRnn- I wanNNnt you!”

Duke stopped, then slid one hand down, easily slipping beneath her belt, but lifting over her panties. Daisy giggled as he slid a finger along the edges of her undergarments, teasing the skin on her inner thighs, before two fingers rode up the smooth fabric on either side of her pussy. “Yessssss, that’s what I want.” His hand spread across her body as he slid his fingers up and down.

Daisy could feel her body getting more and more excited, and she hungered for more. She tried to grind her groin against his hand, but he sat on her legs, pinning her in place. As Duke continued to tease her, she realized he had no intention of fulfilling that need. “Mas, master, master, master, I- I want you. I want more.”

“Oh, you do, do you?”

“Please? Master?”

“I suppose if you were to appologise and ask nicely-”

“Please, I’m sorry, please,” Duke paused as Daisy whimpered. “I’m, I’m, I’m a bad girl, and I appologise for lying to you. Please, master, let me cum. Oh, please.”

He let her go, turned her towards him, grabbed her wrists in his large hands, and started slowly lifting her arms and pushing her, back into the bed, following her, covering her body with his, her legs on either side of him. His lips touched her ear as he whispered his instructions. “Hold your arms, and don’t let go.” He folded her elbows and placed her arms each in the opposite hand, waited for her to close her fingers, then whispered, “good girl,” his warm breath caressing her cheek as he sat back up.

Duke pulled out his phone and released the belt. She watched as he opened the clasp and yanked the thick bindings from her waist. She moaned as he slid his fingers under her Jeans and jerked her entire body as he removed them in one large motion.

The cool air danced over her drenched body, followed by Duke’s hands as he slid them up her leg, and across her pussy. She shuddered. He separated his fingers, holding his hand like a segmented fan, then started running it up and down, each finger making it’s own pass across her panties, pressing the fine cloth between the folds of her precious lips, back and forth, back and forth.

Daisy begged for him to press harder, and he did. His fingers raced across her body, filling her head with the sensations. He placed a hand to her chest and pressed her body deep into the mattress. She let out a final moan, pressing herself against him as her body arched, flexed, and then relaxed.

Duke’s hand slowed down and he relieved her of his weight as her chest rose and fell with her panting, the remaining pleasure filling her mind, engulfing her like a warm blanket. She was faintly aware of her panties slowly being removed, and Duke reaching down, pulling her to the end of the bed, and sitting on the floor. Then his wide, warm, wet tongue brought her back to her senses as it slid directly over her skin.

She bolted up, only for Duke to tackle her back down and put his mouth to her ear again. “Bad girl. You let go.” This time, he pulled one of her arms to the corner of the bed, and cuffed it in place, then he climbed over her body and did the same to the other. He intentionally crawled direcly over her, his body inches from her face, as he traveled down and bound her feet as well.

With her body now helpless before him, Duke took a moment to gazed upon Daisy’s form. Then, his fingers began to trace the curves of her skin, sliding, squeezing, dancing up and down her torso as he slid his lips across her neck and chest. No matter how hard she pulled, there was nothing she could do to resist the sensations that once more began to drag her thoughts to the desire for more. Her body flushed in shame, desire, and exertion. And soon, so did her voice.

“Um, Babe. Do you, do you really really love me?”

“I do. More than anything in the world.”

“Um, I want, I want to be yourse. All yours. Can you, make me yours. Right now?”

Duke didn’t say anything, but he paused to slide his body onto hers, wrap one arm between her back and the sheets in a tight hug, and pull her chin up as he answered with a slow, deep kiss. Then his lips traveled to her ear, and down her cheek. He followed her neck to her collarbone, and then to her breasts. She felt him change positions, sitting up just long enough to pull his own clothes from his body and toss them to the side, then his hands took the place of his mouth as he rose over her and placed his manhood against her crotch. For a moment, she felt afraid as he pressed against her, then he slid himself into her body.

She pulled at the restraints, but each held fast. The rush of helplessness now becoming a sensation of giddy sensuality as Duke began to rock his hips, slowly moving deeper, each movement larger than the last. Thrust after thrust, each one taking a little piece of her mind as she moaned and began to beg for more. Thrust after thrust, their bodies became hotter, his hands squeezing the soft flesh of her breasts in his firm grip. “Ah, Ah, Oh yes. Oh please. More. I- I- Ah, AH!” He began to ram his body into hers, one hand grasping her shoulders to pull harder, his fingers teasing her neck, pressing with dangerous firmness. “Ah- AH. DOn’t, don’t stOP. Oh PLEASE! YES! YES!”

Daisy strained against the bonds as her body arched back. Duke continued to pound into her as she pressed her hips toward him. Then he thrust himself deep and clenched her body as he growled, his cock pulsing with as much ferfor as her vagina had moments ago.

Before he collapsed next to her, Duke undid Daisy’s bonds. She pulled her limbs in and curled up against his chest, to which he wrapped his arms around her, squeezing tightly. “Sorry Daisy, I may have gotten a bit carried away.”

“No, it’s fine. It felt amazing.”

“Oh really? I’m glad. What did you like most?”

“That’s, um.” Daisy watched her finger as she slid it down Duke’s chest, tracing the muscles beneath. “I sort of liked being helpless. It was exciting. Also, it made me feel really good when you were taking care of me earlier.”

“Would you like me to play with you like that again sometime?”

“Yes please.”

Duke placed his hand on her head, drawing his fingers through her hair and down her back, exploring the shape of her hips and squeezing her bum gently.

“Um, I looked in the mirror, after you tied me up. Did the ropes make me look cute to you?”

“You always look cute. You can’t not look cute. That being said, wow. With a body like yours? It really looked good on you. Like adding sprinkles on an ice cream Sunday. There are many other ties too if you enjoyed. Some get really fancy, others completely restrict all your movement from head to toe.”

“Well, as long as I’m with you, you can dress me up hower you like.”

“Oh? Are you sure about that?” A devious spark danced in Duke’s voice, kindling a wave of curiosity and a flush of little fantasies in Daisy as she pressed herself deeper into his embrace and closed her eyes.

“Mmm-hm. Surprise me.”

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